Picked up a gram of 35x yesterday. Tripped with my brother in his room last night. He started it off with a small bong hit. We turned off the lights, put on the music and I just let him lay there for about a minute tops. He was feeling the effects - he eventually sat up on his bed, leaning against the wall, and still feeling slight effects was able to talk and have a conversation with me at full awareness. Some laughing, sweating, nothing serious. The equivalent of a bowl hit. Then I went. Knowing to pack more than what I just did for him, I got the bong ready and took a rip. I've been telling myself since my last trip months ago that next time I'd lay flat on the bed with my eyes closed and just go with it. Doing just this and holding in the smoke, reality slowly began to warp. That's really the last thing I can describe in words. Just laying there with my eyes closed was impossible. There were higher beings all around me, invisible but powerful, ignoring me as they did their "work" but still acknowledging my presence..the presence of young girls also existed, I heard and felt them around me but it wasn't anything near embodied, completely spiritual and I don't know exactly what it is. Voices barked everywhere, speaking to me, for me, about me, everything. There were voices that seemed to be my projected thoughts, but I was able to respond to them and get another response as a result..the confusion was absolutely monumental..The thought cycle was first utter confusion and disbelief and fear of what was truly happening. Then was the realization that I was on salvia, and then the process of telling myself "it doesn't matter, salvia or not - this is all existing, you can just see it because of the salvia" - which just makes it that much scarier. I can't explain what I saw or experienced really, but it's the same concept every time. The way these beings control me as if it were a game. There's nothing you can do to stop it. It's almost as if these higher powers are the creators of reality and the constructors of time, because you cannot stop either from progressing and that's the feeling you seem to have..answers to everything are coming so fast that I can't even record them in my memory, or formulate what they even are. For every answer I get, there are a million more questions to ask, and frustration mounts as a result. I look around, up, everywhere, to see the source of whatever is happening, but you can never find it. As you try to turn to the beings for guidance towards this source you never get a clear-cut answer. I'm not sure exactly what they said, but I just kept telling myself "that's the question to life...they dont know either.." I was literally trying to look up to see who or what was puppeteering everything around me, which was eerily scripted and being put together by higher forces. During all of this, I felt the source of the higher power in control of me and everything around me, almost drawing reality as it was happening, much to my dismay. I've experienced these feelings time and time again on salvia, but this time was able to explore deeper than ever. You definitely don't do this once or twice and say you've been there. I'm learning that practice makes perfect. Eventually, I hope to help construct reality alongside these beings There was a TON of familiarity with where it was, but nothing comfortable about it. The familiarity was almost that of other people's; as if saying, "so this is what everyone was talking about.." and the beings also acknowledged the familiarity. No idea what it was about or for, but the feeling was there. At some point I even asked one of the older, seemingly wiser (and female) being if my grandma had been here, or was here (she passed away over two years ago), and I'm not sure I got a real answer but I do remember being told something along the lines of "we're all here." I may have seen or heard my actual grandma in the far distance when I asked this; maybe she was just too far or out of control, or maybe it was simply what I was expecting/pushing for upon asking about her and just formed by my imagination. But the response of "we're all here", or whatever it was exactly, was real. This message made it clear to me that we are all simply embodied, and the true existence lies deep within ourselves and plenty elsewhere, all around us in different forms. This is obviously something we've all heard many times in different ways, but until you truly experience it.. Then came the second time. I don't quite remember the time-frame between the two events, it pretty much consisted of me sitting there in absolute stupor babbling all the things I thought I just saw to my uninterested brother. But after that first trip we packed out the bong again so my brother could get a bigger hit than before. He did, and I spontaneously cleared the remaining cherry which was a hit probably just as big as his. He layed in the bed this time, and I sat in the desk chair - I knew this would be a terrible location for the trip but after just tripping I really expected the comfort level and familiarity to grow, as it usually has. The initial fear of salvia that could arguably cause a negative effect for some people didn't exist, so I figured it'd be alright, or better. I woke up on the floor with the chair on the ground next to me. My brother was rolling around in the bed the entire time and I remember commotion but I'm not sure how it progressed. The bong did end up on the ground and spilled, no surprise. Basically this trip was exactly the same, but more inside of my head than in physical existence because I seemed to have blacked it all out. The messages of what was happening I think were still going through my head almost as voices - "you're falling!" "loud crash!" I heard all of my thoughts being projected in this realm, but had no consciousness to actually control reality. I can't really explain anything more that could've happened that second time. Actually, I think the first trip report is a combined story of what happened during both trips - I'm not really sure. It was a swirl of enlightenment, fear and unworthiness. Upon coming down, when we were both completely "back" but still feeling slight effects (ie seeing eyes on every damn object in the room) I got extremely frustrated and mad at my brother, only because of the clearly projected ignorance from his soul. He wasn't absorbing or accepting any of what I was trying (very poorly so) to explain to him, and his personal experiences did not contain anything as mortifying, deep or spiritual as what I had just been through. It almost seemed as if I was on a different level of being, and despite him also smoking the salvia his ignorance and disbelief in the higher power (he laughed off all of my claims of god) made my fury grow as I was clearly in his presence and control the entire time. The voices even told me, "he doesn't know", "he'll never know/understand". He was definitely a factor in that room, and I can't wait to just be alone where only I can be a part of what's happening and not feel the presence of another true embodied human. Actually, with that being said, of all the times I've tripped I've never been alone. I came out of it believing in god, feeling worthless and powerless but in a humbled way, and knowing well that the "salvia experience" isn't simply tripping on a drug - it's inducing the entrance to a very real and existing medium between life and death, found only within one's mind and soul and requiring the disembodiment only the salvia can provide. Definitely a temporary loss of ego as there was no longer meaning for anything - I simply only understood it's use in relation to my mind. Strange to explain. Still have more than 3/4 the vile :cheers2:
salvia is definitely an incredibly powerful drug that can take the user to anywhere that their intentions want. there is definitely a connection to the other side there. whenever i smoke salvia or am around people that are smoking it i can feel the very fabric of reality coming apart.
nice fuckin' post, man. the fabric of reality just doesn't tend to exist when I'm on salvia. Or at least that's how it was last night.
I like what you've said here. When I smoke a less than breakthrough amount it feels and looks as if I can see the edges of objects/people wavering and shaking. I always get the feeling that if I just had a little more I could "see" behind everything. Behind the veil that's over our existance. The one time I did see behind the veil however I was lost in a sea of color. All that I saw was a painter's canvas, vivid, beautiful, and seemingly random (but at the same time structured. like it was meant to be that way.) I was pulled back by somebody trying to fuck with me while I was tripping because he thought it was funny. I haven't been back since but I want to. Next time I'll be sure to be alone.
If I dont smoke salvia and Just watch my friend smoke it , when he trips I can feel the "lines" near my spine and head. I dont know if its "salvia gravity" or the lines the force. The lines to me are like snakes moving. and I become apart of that. hahahah I know what its like to be a line and stretch out into infinty XP. Deep stuff.
