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Nickname:reycatcher
Wieght:150lb
Dosage:Smoked Salvia leaves
I had read much about Salvia and ordered a quantity of dried
leaves, which sat in my closet for a good many months. I was
intrigued by the plant, but hesitant and, yes, a bit scared of
trying it due to the vast numbers of completely bizarre reality
melting trip reports I had read. After coming to a peace with it,
I decided it was time.
First time. Set and setting was home, in the entertainment room,
with my wife and our various animals (two dogs two cats),
peaceful familiar domesticity, calm thoughts, with a little of
that Im about to go on a rollercoaster
anticipation. One of her favorite CDs, Pure Moods (I cant
remember whether it was I or II) was playing softly in the
background. A quantity of finely crushed leaves was set aside in
a bowl, and another bowl set aside for the remains. A medium
water pipe with very- cold water and ice would be used to
ingest the smoked Salvia and lessen the harsh effects I had read
about. I prayed to God for protection and discernment, a must
before any chemical exploration as far as I am concerned. This
first time, we both smoked at the same time, alternating bowls.
We both smoked about three bowls each before we went sideways.
Almost immediately after the first bowl, a tingle began in the
back of my head and proceeded to the sides. This was accompanied
by a vibration, somewhat unpleasant, which felt like a low level
A/C electrical field. If you ever stuck a coat hanger in the
electrical outlet when you were a kid, youll know what Im
talking about, although not nearly as shocking. I
felt myself pulled inexorably towards the left, like a wormhole
had opened up and was sucking us in. My wife was feeling it too,
like a river of energy flowing across the floor. She lifted her
legs off the floor so as not to get pulled in. At the same time,
I was conscious of the room, which was largely unchanged. I tried
to relax as much as possible, which was not easy for me due to
the dogs and cats prowling around. I did not want to be in
hyperspace and have an animal jump on me. In retrospect, this
limited my voyage somewhat. Nevertheless, I crossed my legs, and
let go.
My head and neck felt like they craned to the side, like my neck
was going to snap, and then my consciousness
I realized then that there were no lights on, so the brightness
and warmth of the sun must have been in a different (place,
reality, dimension). I also noticed that the song that was
playing had a native American theme to it. I felt sleepy, but
excited that this stuff actually worked (and its legal!). My wife
was less successful. She definitely felt it, but was reluctant to
let go. She was also not very verbal about her trip. I asked her
if she saw the Indian and the sun and the desert, and she just
chuckled, telling me she didnt get sucked into the
stream. The aftereffects were pleasant, with very sedated
and tired-feelings.
Second time. Set and setting was neighbors house, who both
share similar interests. He was blasting something or other on
the stereo, a live concert, not bad, but not my bag either. He
was eager to try the Salvia, not believing that it worked. It
should be mentioned that a completely psychotic large- dog
that I did not fully trust was present with us. This time, I felt
the same pulling, but wanted more of myself to remain
behind in case of dog attack, etc. I got lost in the music, and
pictured myself at the concert. I felt melancholia at the thought
of doing nothing but going to concerts, getting chemically enhanced
and generally living out that lifestyle. I was in this recursive
loop for what felt like weeks. It was a sort of loop that was
pleasant, but, ultimately, not fulfilling, to be stuck in. I came
back pretty quickly (real time). All present (first time with
Salvia, though experienced with all manner of goods in the
pharmacopoeia) had trouble letting go, and were surprised by the
power and rapid onset of the leaf.
Third times the charm. Set was a deep yearning to go a
mystical voyage, not having done any chemical alterations in a
good long while (months). I had also began a fast (less than a
day), and had come back from church after a powerful (for me)
worship session. I had tried previously in the day to take Salvia
orally using the quid method, eager for a longer voyage. I got
nothing but a mild stoned feeling, and general
repulsion at the sickly soapy taste of the leaves.
I had, I should mentioned, also ingested three hours prior a
small quantity of cactus crud from previous San Pedro
journey. It was a sub-threshold dose that teased me all day, but
it did nothing but pleasantly relax me. Setting was with my wife
in our quiet bedroom, no dogs or cats, phones off, everything
electrical off, windows open on a beautiful day. We took turns
tripping this time, since the trips were so short. I smoked one
and a half bowls before I got pulled. I asked my wife not to
smoke until I got back and to watch over me. I closed my eyes,
and I was seven years old again in Miami. I felt the familiar
feelings, smells, sounds, coming back from so long ago.
My mind switched to Spanish. The innocence of that age was
astounding, and it painted a giant grin on my face. I generally
felt ecstatic at my life, and how it had wound its way to this
perfect point in time now that I was simultaneously sharing with
my wife. I thanked the Lord over and over for these feelings, and
for that so-real journey into my past. As I got more integrated
into reality, I realized that part of what I was
hearing in my Salvia dream was a neighbors t.v. from far
away. It was crystal clear during the Salvia dream, but barely
audible now.
From the outside looking in: My wife smoked one and a half bowls,
I took the pipe from her and cleared the bed, and she leaned back
and shut her eyes. She didnt want me staring at her
so I leaned back and closed my own eyes, still reveling in the
trip in time I had taken. If felt the elements of fear, childhood
fears and more demonic fears, attempting to worm their way into
the space.
I knew that the prayer was keeping them at bay, so the experience
continued to be pleasant. She was back up in about two or three
minutes, asking how long she had been gone for. At first I
thought it hadnt worked. Apparently, it must have felt like
hours, because she was very surprised at the length of time. She
was again hesitant to let completely go. She felt that there were
childhood memories from her past that she did not want to come to
such close contact with as I had done. For her, Salvia had been
and still is interesting but disconcerting and not
altogether pleasant. Truth be told, this was my first pleasant
experience with it. My previous ones were on the interesting,
but what just happened? side.
Some observations:
Be careful out there, physically, psychically, and spiritually.
Peace.