Well, I finally smoked Salvia for the first time, and just let me say, God Damn. We went to the local beach, which was all but empty, and went to this little hut we had built there awhile back. One thing to know: The beach is not a sandy beach, but one of those rocky beaches, that's basically a bunch of rocks piled on each other. We broke out the bubbler, and the salvia (21x, baby). And I, being the sole newby, was selected to take the first hit. Despite my efforts, I messed the hit up a bit. I got a lot of smoke, perhaps too much, and was only able to hold it for about 10 seconds. As the bubbler made its way around, I just felt myself rocketing up and up and up, sort of like excelerating on a really fast motorcycle. I took the bubbler, and took a second hit, which was much better than the first. Full smokeage, and at least 35 seconds of holding it in. BAM! Like getting hit in the head with a baseball bat. It's hard to describe, exactly, but I'll try my best. The guys I was with were making a lot of noise. And, the group conciousness set in, and I was yelling, at nothing, about nothing. At this time, I felt a need to try to walk down the stoney beach. As I did so, I kept looking all around, forward and back. The bizarre thing Is that I thought I was not moving at all. I had to really concetrate to convince myself I was actually going somewhere. I fell down on the stones. At this point, I lost my ability to get back up. I tried, and tried, but failed miserably, as It was very hard to get my balance on the sliding rocks. I eventually somehow got up, and continued down the beach. I felt this presence, sort of a feminine presence, and I became convined for a breif period that I was in heaven and listening to a choir of angels. I made it to the hill that leads down to the beach, and began asceding it. That had to be the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. I kept going up and up, but whenever I looked up, I was in the same place. I eventually gave up, and sat down, pulling out my ipod and listening to some music. The driving, somewhat angry nature of the song "Purple Haze" became my world. the last thing I remember was walking on the sidewalk paranoid that everyone knew I was high. I felt a nice, peaceful afterglow for the rest of that day. Thanks for reading the story. Thanks for the info offered here, it really helped me out. And one question: I plan on smoking the little bit of Salvia I have left alone tonight, should I be alright?
You should be alright as long as you don't have anything dangerous around. Make sure to get rid of any candles, sharp objects, etc. And try to lay some blankets or pillows around to lie down on, assuming it's indoors. And also realize that these are my thoughts and I'm not condoning doing this alone, but I have without problems.
