This might not belong here but. . .

lobb152

I felt the need to write about my experiences with salvia divinorum. The first time I used it was freshman year in college. Back then they sold it as whole leaf. 20 bucks for an ounce. The only effect that it had on me was that I was sitting on a couch and it felt like I was falling into it further and further. It lasted maybe a couple of minutes. I can’t remember when I did it the second time but the effect was that it felt like there were these points on my head and beams came out of them and focused into one point a few inches away from my face. The effect was that my face felt all tightened up. I can’t remember if I did it a third time but nothing happened. But the fourth or maybe third time I did it oh my god. I was sitting at a desk and I smoked it out of a bong. I took one hit and released then I took another hit. Like a fucking second after that second hit things felt fucking weird. Not like a weed high or a shroom trip. The only way to describe it was a body rush. Now the wall that I was staring at became like snapshots that were spinning. You know when you look into the right kind of mirror and you see yourself going on and on and on slightly shifted to the right each time. Well that was what the snapshots were like and they were all spinning. Behind the snapshots though I could see space, like fucking stars and shit. It was as if the fabric of reality was revealed. That was kind of disturbing and kind of cool. What was not cool was when I looked at my right arm holding the bong. That too became a snapshot just below my elbow and that fucking started spinning and spinning. Except it was like when you sketch and twist lafty tafty. Then what fucking freaked me out was the voice that came from the floor to the left of my chair. It kept saying in this loud fucking voice “PUT IT BACK.” When I looked to see where the voice was coming from. There was a square piece of carpet that was removed and space was there. Carpet with this perfect square cut out, revealing space and a voice yelling. I tried for what seem like fucking forever to reverse the direction of my hand so I could put the bong back but I couldn’t. I became so freaked out that I dropped the bong and ran out of the room. The only thing was that it felt like there were strings attached to me, like a puppet that were pulling me back into the room. I fell down half the stairs trying to escape. Then all of a sudden the visuals wore down. My thoughts were fucking everywhere still. I remember climbing back up the stairs and going into the bathroom. The whole trip lasted no longer than 5 minutes. I remember smoking weed when I first started to how intense I thought it was, then when I tried shrooms that was so much more intense than any weed high. That saliva trip was the hardest most intense thing ever. I haven’t done any other psychedelics other than shrooms and saliva but saliva was fucking intense. If I had know about the voices earlier, that it was normal I probably could have enjoyed it a lot more. I will never forget that trip. Anyone else do it. If you haven’t I suggest you try it at least once or twice.

electronblue

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