I'm a beginner at Salvia, never really heard of it before. It was brought into my world by a friend. I started off slow, with a 5X trip, then skipped the bullshit and went straight to 60X. Then a few days later went from 5X-10x-40x.... I'll summarize what happened: 1st trip - 5X: We smoked it out of a steam roller, not a glamorous steam roller, but it got the job done. My first hit, I didn't really know what to expect. My friend kept telling me things about it, but I wanted to experience it first hand and explain what happened. I took a nice size hit, and it hurt my chest. My throat burned a little. I held the smoke in for probably 4-5 seconds and exhaled. Probably around 10-15 seconds later it seemed as if time was slowing down. Everything was in slow motion. I was still capable of holding a conversation, but my speech was slurred. I wasn't dizzy, but it felt as if the room was moving in a counter-clockwise motion. My arms felt heavy as if gravity was pulling them towards the floor. It felt good. It didn't last very long either. Probably around 2-3 minutes, and I was back to 100% normal. After that I continued to drink a few more beers. I wasn't drunk, bare in mind, I only had around 6 cans of Bud Light. 2nd trip - 60X We used the same steam roller. It had been clogged previously, and was freshly cleaned. My friend filled the bowl pretty good, it was a little bit more than just a "pinch". My friend had described his experience on the 60X and I thought he was full of shit. I didn't believe a word he said. I whispered into my friends ear (also my ex-girlfriend by the way) "It won't do shit to me, watch this". I was going to disprove his statements by taking a tremendous hit off the 60X. I didn't really think it would be much worse than the 5X. He described to me that I needed to hold the smoke in my lungs for around 4-5 seconds and then at approximately 12-13 seconds after that is when I should be feeling it. I was sitting on the floor, and grabbed the steam roller. I took a huge hit, and it hurt real bad. I held it in for the 4 seconds as he instructed, and I exhaled. Then I sat there as he counted. I didn't feel anything. I looked at Ashley (my ex) and said, "see". Then I turned back to my friend in time to hear him say "12". Then it felt as if someone shoved me, really hard. I fell backwards to the floor, and it seemed as if it took forever. I could hear the woosh of air pass by my ears as I fell, almost as if someone was blowing into my ears. Then I heard a pop, or almost like a thud, and I realized I had hit the floor. Thankfully it was carpeted. After that thud I felt like I was being smothered. I couldn't catch my breath there for a second. But then it went away. I remember being tugged in the same counter-clockwise direction and everything in the room was a motion-blur. It was a gray-black-white aura around the entire room that twisted. Seems as if I wasn't in the same room, but in a sphere where gravity wouldn't let me sit up. And this was funny to me. I started to laugh, and not a giggle hahaha type laugh, it was such a laugh to where I couldn't even laugh normally. I smiled. I tried sitting up, but couldn't. Finally after motivating my arms enough I was capable of grabbing ahold of Ashley's knee, and pulled myself up. After I was up, and leaning on her knee, which didn't seem to be there anymore, I could see her face. And she wasn't smiling. She seemed aw-struck. She seemed scared. At this point I was no longer smiling, nor laughing. I felt like I was dying. My body didn't want to agree with my commands. And I don't remember if I said it out loud, but I definitly said, "I give up." And I fell forwards. At this point, I blacked out. I came to sitting on the floor leaning backwards on my arms. My body felt extremely hot. My arms and legs felt like they were melting, and kind of like stuff was dripping off of me. My friend was sitting on my couch, and Ashley was in my bedroom crying. I was really dizzy, and still a little loopy. And I had no idea what the hell was going on. I looked at my friend and asked him what happened, and he explained to me that during my trip I had yelled at Ashley quite violently. She was concerned for my well-being, thinking that I was having an Asthma Attack, so she tried to get me to use my inhaler. My friend told me I had yelled, "I don't need my fucking inhaler!" Apparently she had tried to stick in my mouth and get me to use it. And he said I had yelled at her almost as if she should have known not to give it to me. Then the real kicker was his girlfriend had asked me if I was ok, and I yelled at her too. Something like, "yes, I'm fucking fine!". I have no recollection of any of this. This whole ordeal seemed to be in my mind, around a full hour. And my friend told me it only lasted around 5 minutes. After explaining to Ashley, that it wasn't me that yelled, she got over it. My friend explained that it wasn't me, it was my "sub-conscious being"....? I do not fully understand the complexities of this, but it made perfect sense. But why would I turn so violent towards someone, when they were just trying to help? And then only a few moments later, be back to normal, and in a good mood? Also, my friend told me that I smoked way too much, I had a good sized bowl, and I cashed it with one hit. 2 days later.... 5X - This time the 5X didn't really do much for me. It felt good, and I felt almost completely normal, but I did have some pulling. The room wasn't moving, but my arms were being pulled to the right. And it only lasted for a minute. 10X - Same as the 5X, but a little more intense. This time I tried staying sitting up on the couch, but I needed to lean back for some reason. Not a gravity type pull, just a feeling that I didn't want to sit up. I couldn't open my Vault (soda), and I couldn't light my cigarette. I also felt a little hot, and could feel sweat dripping down my back. This lasted for around two minutes. 40X - This trip freaked me out. My friend packed the bowl pretty good on this one, and I took another good sized hit. Held it in for a few seconds and exhaled. Probably 9-10 seconds later I felt flushed. The room started to glow red, from the floor up. The TV was on, and started to glow tremendously bright, as if a bright headlight. I could see the beam of light, and the edges where the light would stop. I felt a whirling sensation erupting from my chest, and I leaned back. I knew I was in the same place. I knew where I was at. But from the hallway I could see a figure. And it would not enter the light from the TV. And it seemed like it was talking to me. It seemed like it wanted to talk to me, like it NEEDED to talk to me. But I don't remember if we had a conversation. I don't know what this is supposed to mean. My trip ended and I had a fresh cigarette in my hand that I don't remember lighting. I think mainly I'll stick to <20X. 60X was way too much for me, and apparently wicked things happen on 40X. I think maybe my surroundings had something to do with what happened. And maybe it was the intensity of my senses being bombarded that delivered the devilish behavior while on 60X. It almost seemed as if it put the devil in me. And the messenger is unexplainable. If someone could help me depict or decipher these events I would greatly appreciate it. ~Nick
