Alright, this is the story of the first time I did salvia, about a year ago. I have read a lot about Salvia since, and I thought it was strange as I was intensely fucked and had an experience nothing like this. Anyways, here's the story. I had gone to London, Ontario to visit an old friend, and while we were downtown, we decided to go into High Times. While we were inside browing, we noticed they were selling salvia, and as I lived in Regina and my friend had recently lived there, we both wanted to try it as it was all the rave in Regina at the time. So, we eached purchased 1 gram of Salvia Purple Sticky 10x Extract So, my friend and I, not really comprehending how intense this is go into a public park and attempt to smoke a joint of the stuff. No effects. *sigh*, we'd have to use the bong. which was all the way back home. So, about a half hour later once we get home, we immediately grabbed the small 1 foot plastic bong and headed to a nearby baseball field and sat in the bleachers ready to smoke down. I first let my friend, Tricia have her hoot. She took a large puff, held it in for about 10-15 seconds, ad exhaled. Then she took another. Now, as we had packed a full bowl she was coughing and passed it off to me, and I couldn't just let it burn away, so I made probably the stupidest decision and took a massive hoot as hers was just starting to kick in. I hold it in for as long as I can, and exhale. I go to spit, as I usually do when smoking cigarettes, and as the spit comes out *BAM* it hits me. first I see nothing and wonder why my spit feels like icicles hanging from my chin. At this point, unbeknownst to me at the time, but so I'm told, I emptied the bong water onto my head, and threw it down the flight of bleachers. Suddenly, it feels as if the entire universe is pushing against me, and to move seems to be a task requiring large amounts of power, but when i actually do it it's easy. (I don't know if you'll understand this analagoy, but I felt as if I was in one of those "Pinpression" nail art things, as it felt like i had a billion of those nails pushing into me, and to move a part of my body against it shifted the entire universe back. It's the perfect way to describe it to myself, hope it works for you) Anyways, all of a sudden, I looked down the bleacher stairs and was instantly terrified; they seemed as they went on for billions of feet, and i was somewhere on the side. I thought they were extremely steep, and I immediately lied down on the bench I was on and clutched for dear life. Then all of a sudden, I heard immense laughter, as if an entire theatre were all laughing, and I knew they were laughing at me. Suddenly, I somehow was in my own body, but had a point of view of being directly infront of this steep, billion foot pyramid, and the pyramid (which I was still clutching for dear life to) was made up of billions of stacked Sesame Street Alphabet letters. They all had faces, and I realized it was the letters that were laughing at me. The entire pyramid of them, laughing at my misfortune as I clutched onto the side of their pyramid. (In foresight, I realize the laughter was actually that of my friend Tricia, who experienced not so much hallucinations as much as the giggles and mild trips). Anyways, as the Sesame Street characters were laughing at me, I felt I mustn't let them get the best of me, and I let go of the bleacher to prove I wasn't as scared as I had let on; big mistake. Before I knew it, I was plunging into blackness, and all of a sudden I was standing in a completely black "Limbo" of sorts. Then, 4 letters (dont ask me what letters, I dont remember) with faces surrounded me, and were talking gibberish. All of them were saying the exact same thing in unision, except in different voices. As I was ending the near of my trip, I began to realize that everything they were saying was what tricia was saying to me, as she was yelling at me for throwing her bong earlier. Once the intense hallucinations wore off I got this feeling of sheer and aboslute horror and panic, and I wanted to die. At first I attempted to lie down on the benches and the grass to sleep it off, but it felt as if weveryhting were stabbing into me. I then roamed aimlessly yelling about how much I hated the drug, gave away my salvia, and knowing it only lasted 15-20 minutes tops, prayed that it would be over soon. Inevitably, it was. Then, about a half an hour later i recollected myself, now knowing what to expect, and tried it again. When it first hit me, I was scared, but feeling the same "Pinpression" feeling it felt somewhat familiar, and I calmed down and thoroughly enjoyed it. By the end of the trip i was staring at the roof of this bleacher thing watching mickey mouse and a troop of mickey mouse cartoon characters in full marching band uniforms following behind him). Anyways, that is my trip, ad I'm just wondering why I had such an intense trip, but it was absolutely nothing like the trips I've read from others.
Sounds the opposite of terrible to me. You didn't break any bones rolling down the bleechers, so that's a plus.
Dude not the bong dude... and the bong water... it was fresh bong water right? otherwise you must have smelled pretty funky for a long while.
