DOSE:

1 hit

smoked

Salvia divinorum

(extract - 10x)

BODY WEIGHT:

165 lb

The night began in search of a new bong or possibly a hookah. Duncan and I went to a smoke shop on Mission Street, but we were not satisfied with the selection and moved on to the Haight. We stumbled upon a smoke shop and went in to have a look around. After some time of staring with no real intentions of spending the kind of money it takes to get a new piece, Duncan asked if I’d ever tried Salvia. I said no and he said it was a pretty intense high that only lasted a few minutes. This intrigued me and we bought some, but I was still under the impression that it was equitable with taking a few Whip-Its. When we first got home, our other two roommates, Ross and Reed, asked if we had bought a new bong. We then asked them if they had ever tried Salvia and both had not. Somehow I was nominated to go first. We all sat around the living room and all looked at me as I stared into the long chamber of the bong. With instruction from Duncan, I was to “rip the whole bowl and then hold for as long as you can.” So I did.

That is when everything changed. It hit me hard with a whirlwind of delusion. I sat back in my chair with no choice of doing otherwise. I quickly forgot that I had just smoked a fair amount of an unknown hallucinogen and had no idea what was happening. As everything melted away around me, I had no idea where I was, what I was, or even that I WAS. The next part is unclear as I think I may have taken too much for the optimal peak. The peak for me was so far beyond comprehension and beyond self-awareness that I don’t recall what happened for those moments as I drifted off the physical reality of the universe and into some sort of vastness of ambiguity and insignificance.

The next part became more clear and easier to remember, but only as a memory of something that had happened rather than a clear experience that can be easily interpreted. I sat glued to my chair and feeling that I had no body and without identity. My chair began to feel attached to me as did the table in front of me. As I continued to scan my surroundings, I noticed that my connection extended beyond my chair and the table and on to the couch next to me. The couch was in turn connected to a face, Duncan’s face. He was staring at me with a concerned look and I heard Ross, who was also part of this now three headed blob of a neutral colored cloth, say “are you alright?” This, in addition to all three of them staring at me with a mutual concerned look, made me feel very scared and paranoid that I was not alright.

By then I had long forgot any and all past experience and threw out the window any notion of self identity or personality and began feeling like this was my new reality, that of a piece of a blob of some sort that had some recognizable features like my coffee table of two years and Ross’ face. The whole time I felt as if there was tons weight pushing down on me, like I was hanging upside down. It was very uncomfortable, but I would have to accept this as my new fate because I felt as if the real truth was being revealed to me for the first time and everybody but I knew about it already. It was now time to come to terms with the fact that I was simply a blob type thing with no real identity other than my face which seemed to distinguish me from the other faces in the blob.

Then it really got scary. I heard over my shoulder, people talking. But not normal people, they were much larger than the faces within my blob. ‘I must be a lesser part of them’, I thought to myself. And the large being, who reminded me of my mother, or at least I felt a maternal connection to it, said: “I think he’s finally starting to get it”. The whole room, which was already spinning and had sucked me into itself, became blurry and took on a new form. I was now simply a piece of cloth on the under sleeve of a much larger being. Now the room was really turning over itself and I felt as if I could almost see around the bend to catch a glimpse at the face of the large being, but I was constantly interrupted by the nervous and concerned faces of Reed and Ross who were now talking to me. I tried to respond to what they were saying, but what they were saying seemed so insignificant compared to what was happening. I felt compelled to explain to them what I was witnessing, but the only words I could muster were, “I see you”. This only made them more perplexed and concerned.

Reed then left the room in a hurry, which didn’t seem possible because surely he was glued to his seat the same way I was. During the whole trip, confusion and fear were the constant emotions that I felt. When he returned, I was beginning to get a grip and realize where I was and that I was not simply a piece to a sleeve of some greater being. Although, perhaps I saw a glimpse into a reality that cannot be found through conscious thought and it was manifested as an image of interconnectivity and insignificance. The image of the t-shirt was the primary hallucination in my trip, but other visions were constantly swirling around also, from sounds and memories from my childhood to soaring through outer space with a feeling of being outside of the universe.

When Reed returned with the water, I felt scared and wanted the feeling to end. I tried standing, but immediately fell to my knees and spilt the water. My focus then went to the TV. It seemed that everything that was said pertained to me, how I was feeling and what I was seeing. I remember Mike Rowe saying how something is bending and being pushed around a wheel and I thought he was speaking directly to me about the universe and/or the room. It was as if there was some sort of conspiracy that everyone was in on but me and the TV shows were now telling me what is real. I felt stupid to have not figured it out before and yet I was still very confused and frightened. And then as suddenly as it began, it was over. I stood up and felt calm and good. We all had a cigarette and it was over. The entire trip lasted a little more than 5 minutes.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 66335
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Dec 13, 2021	Views: 1,450
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