Ah ... well, it's about 3 or 4 days after my last Salvia trip, which was VERY interesting, to say the least. =D So here's the trip report. I'd been planning to smoke some Salvia for about a week now, and two other guys (T and D) were coming over to try it for the first time. So, we used a bong with ice-cold water, and we got started. I definately made sure they knew (sort of) what to expect, and proper technique for smoking. We were also playing some low-bass relaxing music in the background, from the Theivery Corporation (WHOO!). Either way, T went first, and I gave him only a small amount at first, enough for about a level 3 experience on the SALVIA scale we all know and love. =P Unfortunately, he didn't quite burn it through long enough, and he didn't seem to feel much from the Salvia. So, I repacked the bowl with enough for what would be a level 5 experience for me (easily), and he tried that one again; he still didn't burn it quite long enough, but he got some mild effects from it; I think he's a partial hard-head to it. He said it was "just really chill." D was up next, and I gave him the same amount I gave T. He also got the same effects, but he definately didn't burn it anywhere near long enough. Since we were forced to use a regular lighter (no torch lighter available), the lighter kept going out as he was sucking in really hard. Some parts of the Salvia weren't even burned, and the parts that were weren't burned thoroughly. No matter, the next time he tries it, I'll make sure we get it all perfect. =) Anyway, after that, I was up. I packed a bowl of about the same amount (as I said, a level 5 experience for me), possibly a little bit less, since I know I'm very sensitive to Salvia and other psychoactives. So, I burned it as thoroughly as I could, and held it in for about 20 seconds. I was planning on holding it in longer, but by the 20 second mark, I was already starting to feel the effects come on strong. By the time I moved the bong out of the way, I was already tripping. I was just about to lay down onto my back, when the room flattened out in front of me! Okay, the best way I can explain it is like this: My perception of everything around me was altered to display as one dimension less than it actually was. My 3D room flattened out into a 2D portrait no thicker than a piece of paper, and it flaw out in front of me. However, even though it was seen as 2D, I could feel that it was still 3D, and that there was a reason for it being 2D. At this point, the bottom left corner of the paper room started to disintegrate, and every time a little bit more disintegrated, it would re-appear as a solid 3D block, that would suddenly just kind of "slam" into place wherever it belonged in the room, as if my room was being reassembled from 2D blueprints, block by block, almost in a Tetris-like fashion. More amazingly, each block slammed into place in a rhythm, which I later realized was the beat of the music. I interpreted these 3D blocks to be the room reconstructed as a 4-dimensional thing of sorts; that the room had suddenly gained 4th dimensional properties. Now, I realized that I was still sitting up and didn't lay back onto the floor yet. I was just about to, when suddenly, all of the blocks started to morph and blend together into a stream of sorts, and I remember them circling around my back, entering my body without me feeling it (somewhere around the small of my back, I'm guessing, though I didn't feel anything), and suddenly, it rose up through my chest, neck, and flew out of my mouth; just like a stream of blocks flying through my astrophysical body. It was REALLY weird, but I noticed that as this was happening, in reality I had lifted my head up to stare at the ceiling, and started to laugh like a hyena, until I was finally laying on my back on the floor. At this point, the blocks that were streaming out of my mouth started to blend together back into a 3D room around me, and adopted some weird cloth/carpet-like qualities. Now, if you can imagine taking a very soft, thick shag rug, rolling it up, and then throwing it down a few flights of stairs and letting it bounce and flap against each stair on the way down ... just keep that image in your head for now. The room basically turned into a thick cloth-like carpet, and began to fold itself over and over again, on top of itself, much like you'd fold a comforter. However, each time it folded over itself, it blended back into itself again, kind of like a lava lamp. And each time a new fold crashed down like an ocean wave, I felt a powerful force pushing my body against the floor; one of those "Salvia-gravity"-like effects. Eventually, I realized that I was on the ground laughing hysterically, to the point where I instinctively snapped back to reality for a split second to make sure I breathed. Then, I managed to get a slippery grip on reality (if that makes any sense), and I sat up, and just rested my head on my arms, which were on my knees, and I just laughed to myself while the process repeated itself. When I got a better grasp on reality, I got up, and layed down on my bed, at which point I noticed that the music was controlling the whole experience, rather than me having any kind of control, though I didn't interpret that as a bad thing, since at the time, the music was my friend (or rather, friendly), haha. From then on, I just kind of layed there, coming down, having a lot of thoughts and realizations. For the past few months, I'd been severely depressed; I'd had a few nasty experiences on cannabis which had thrown my mind into perpetual deadlock, and I'd realized a lot of things that really made me feel that life was the shittiest thing ever. Recently before this trip, I had some good realizations, and was starting to get out of that depressed mood, and I was hankering to try Salvia again to sort of "follow up" on those realizations, since Salvia has an awesome capability to shed new light on things. =) And it definately worked well! The experience kind of completed my mental/emotional recovery, so I'm quite happy about that. Anyway, this is long enough, haha. One thing that I distinctly noticed on this trip which was different from other trips is ... on all of my previous trips, everything I experienced was very dark and mysterious ... often times, I was seeing/feeling lone, singular objects, and everywhere else was just a dark, black void that didn't have anything at all in it. This time, everything was very vivid and colourful; as my room was folding onto itself over and over, it was taking on bright, psychadelic colours, mostly red, green, purple, and orange. Well, that's that ... hope you enjoyed reading this long trip report, haha! Take care!
Thanks for sharing your experience. I'm glad to hear it was healing for you. I am curious though, you mentioned that the music was in control of the trip as opposed to you being in control. I have never once felt I was in control of any salvia experience. Have you felt in control of past trips?
Whoops, misread your post at first. Haha. I haven't really felt in control of any experiences, but I have felt that I've had a little bit of influence over what was happening to me. My experiences often seem to be in "waves" of control, where the Salvia will hit me very powerfully, and then I'll internally struggle to regain control, and I will, for just a few seconds, and then a slightly less powerful wave will wash over me again, and I'll be lost in the experience, only to regain control for a few seconds again, and so on and so forth, until the experience tapers off completely. So in that respect, I feel that I have the ability to *try* and fight off the effects, but that having that ability is merely an illusion. =P Has anyone else ever felt like they were in control during an experience? If not, what WAS in control, for you, if you can discern anything of it?
no control the set up stays simple so there is not even any slightest pretense of control in the least - free fall rules. mainly, at other times especially, we try to keep our integrity high in case that helps or spills over to these times with salvia - it is the most reasonable superstition - or most basic form of spirituality.
