I know Im annoying. Just took my second trip on salvia. Used a small water pipe which made smoke very easy to inhale. Used something new. This time went to local head shop and used "salvia zone" "red" (salviazone.com) which comes in 1/2 gram little bag. looks like a black powder. Definitely hit level 4 and/or 5. Remembered most everything plus remembered much of what I forgot on first trip. Had a very synaesthesiac experience once again of cartoon playdough colored world of pale red and green, where 3 dimensional cartoon world (with colored squiggles or specks imbedded in the sub reality of the background) was the visual aspect of long drawn out feelings in my body (like gaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhkkkkk become a picture in lengthening, stretching 3 dimensionality). Feelings became pictures, Very weird reality, nothing like this one, but I really liked it. Very familiar, almost boring once again, this time not hot and lavalike, but what I was experiencing was exactly what I experienced before only this time I remembered it. When I started coming out of it a little, I used pen and paper to write the experience. I include photographs, with closeups. Hard to read, but actually does say something. About half way into writing it I started writing it (consciously) upside down and backwards as the spiral I was writing it in spun smaller. I particularly like these quotes, "thick, heavy feelings in body translated to wavy red green picture world." and "you understand only when your here in thick heavy world" and "world like leaf of playdough , like colored towel of red and green clay" and "thick clay hot in throat and brain." and lastly "words become furniture, everything clay" that was fucking cool! a sort of faint vertigo kinestheticism visual suddenly deepened and lengthened or melted into a 3 dimensional world internal cartoon. Could force myself out of it by opening eyes and concentrating, but was sucked back in, in cycles: in, out......in, out...in, out... Heart steady, not feverish this time. anyway, sorry. read and look at photos if bored only, thanks Dennis ps. pictures were too large for this website, but basically consisted of one long sentence written in two large seperate spirals where the words and letters became smaller and smaller as they wound to a center point. cool looking spirals because central part of spiral was very precisely and clearly written down to the very center. along the spiral at one point the writing is upside down and backwards spiraling into the center. writing it was like carving warm pale red and green tracks in playdough. pps. one other thing I took out of this world was the word "Rhombahedral" which Ive never heard before. Internet seems to say its a real word although what exactly it means I have no fucking clue....
where are the photos? my most recent writings (during salvia sessions I like to have my diary open or nearby) are full of the stretchings of shapes between time frames and synaesthesis of sensory/memory events with those stretchings. I find it amazing that I becomes we, self becomes society, position becomes village, and any color pair/pattern/motif/cadence becomes the underlying secret to all that is.
Couldnt load the photos; apparently too large for this website. Each photo was ballpark 1 megabyte, this website limited to something less than a couple hundred kilobytes per photo. Tell me how to upload them at that size and Ill be happy to do it. Im definitely getting a large notepad for next time; The Salvia Journals begin...
go to http://www.network54.com/ create an anonymous account and upload to that photo bucket then use those web references. medium sized pad worked for me, small ones have room for only one word per page when my aim gets bad. the paper should be easy to move the pen on it becomes a beautiful universe. flat every color.
Should be here. 6 photos, definitely use zoom or full size if available. Let me know it youre not successful. http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q156/mzpku/salvia1-1.jpg http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q156/mzpku/salvia5.jpg http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q156/mzpku/salvia4.jpg http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q156/mzpku/salvia3.jpg http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q156/mzpku/salvia2.jpg http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q156/mzpku/salvia1.jpg Also, in my description, the word feelings doesnt mean happy or sad. It means tactile or sense of feel. Say the word "Ghhhhhakkkkk!" and the feeling in your throat stretches out into a colorful 3 dimensional clay world with your eyes closed. Luke Brown's "spectraleyes" art (internet) really sums up salvia visuals nicely...
Apparently you get more oriented to the "dreamworld" each time you visit. My third visit was the day after my 2nd. Smoked one bowl, and fell through the wall of the house I was in, straight into (again) playdough clayworld. Outside the wall, in the back yard (real me never left the spot where I smoked) I fell down a grassy slope of bright green playdough, down a hill about 35 feet away from the house and 10 or so feet below it, and looked up at a bright static blue playdough sky with bright white static playdough clouds. In my peripheral vision was a brown flat (as a pancake) beagle with dark brown ears drawn in the simple, non threatening way dogs appear in children's books. More was going on, but it was quick and active and electrified and is the trippy, quintessentially alternative universe stuff, (little colored tubules making up middle scale reality, little colored grains making up microreality)which, when youre "over there" you recognize immediately and accept so completely, and become so integrally a part of, you forget there ever ever was a "real world", but which is incredibly hard to bring back with you into this world. I tried to hold onto the realization of this "answer" or reality and bring it back here, but as I moved up the grass slope (holding on to it) back to the outside wall of the house, it was like a wind was blowing me back. When I reached the wall and tried to press through it, it was a wind or water barrier, like trying to step through a waterfall that looked solid. In playdough world I was melted into everything else like molten paint stripping off a metal pole and splattering like leaden stains everywhere, while all around me every other thing was all exactly equal and the same as I was, only there was no I. Everything else never changes, is always the same, and it all wanted me to stay. It said it was unnatural and unreal to be out of the playdough reality to be an individual. Pushing through the wall back into the house took several trys and great effort, like pushing through cobwebs or plastic sheeting. any part of me pushing through back into this world rematerialized into the world and its rules. Any part of me still in playdough world, was still molten or liquid and part of everything, sucking me back. The boundary between the two worlds was incredible. Dynamic barrier of energy, like opening a door to a room full of water and trying to keep the door shut while standing in a half water half air roaring wind world. I could not bring those playdough world ideas, perceptions, or "answers" back with me. All I could do was to shout to my sister and brother in law (who were really there in the real world waiting their turn), "you have NO! Idea!" through this barrier before coming back into this world and the rules of this reality. One of them said something to me when I was "inbetween" and it became a flat hunk of clay and hit me like a paintball. I also kept repeating with great conviction, "that cannot be real!!!" Anyway, that was the first time anything else "alive" was in playdough world. A dog. Which didnt move or speak anymore than any other playdough dog would. It had a pleasant vacant smile and look on its face and was as much an anonymous part of everything, everywhere, and everywhen as I was, when I was in his world. Yeah. I know. Time to call the funny men in the white coats. e-yup. :ack:
Im actually the sort to take advice when given. Thanks for the warning. Is once a week too much? What am I avoiding? Complete psychological breakdown? Onset parkinsons disease? What are the consequences to doing salvia every day? thx
Just done it 3 days in a row. It wears off and you go back to normal. Once I've finished experimenting I probably wont touch this weird shit for a while. Those vivid discriptions. How much and what strength salvia are you smoking to get to that level?
When smoking it, Ive been using 15-20x in large pinches. If I dont go into the level 4 and 5 stuff, I hit another pinch. Im finding that salvia's reverse tolerance protocol is engaging already; 1 hit is taking me where two did before. I also have a bottle of Siebert's (sagewisdom.com) tincture. It gives dosage recommendations for desired levels. Three and a half undiluted eyedropper-fulls and I was in level 4-5 as usual. You just stay there alot longer. If you have a bad trip, itll be worse using that ticket. Personally, I find this stuff amazing and love it. I realize its not good for me, and a little time on the internet keywording "kappa opiod receptor" will give you a hint on potential problems of chronic use, but for now Ill continue with an option to quit anytime. One thing Ive learned already about salvia which Im stunned by: every time you enter the higher levels, you remember what you forgot the last time you came down off it; you realize that what you told people you experienced wasnt the whole story, kind of like the playdough world was something my mind threw together or made up (to deal with or rationalize the experience) when I started coming down.Kind of like a cover-up. Before the cartoon, there is something else. I cant tell you how much energy it took to bring out just that realization. When Im on salvia, I understand. When Im down, I forget the more intense effects (which are very far into the synaesthesia, trippy trippy universy oneness world).
