Phil-X-
Active member
A couple of people have showed intrest in hearing this story for a while, and I've never really fully typed it out. I guess todays the day to share my experience. (feel free to skip the background and shit n go straight to the trip itself, idc)
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BACKGROUND-
Its my junior year of highschool, at this point in my life I was pretty in to smoking weed and learning about other drugs/narcotics. A descent amount of my time would be spent online (websites such as 420chan and ERWOID) Many of you probably think that sounds stupid as hell, wasting my time studying drugs, but I always found the topic interesting and I enjoy having a wide understanding of different subjects. I never took any other drug in my life at this point, and wasnt really planning on experimenting with anything either (The world of drugs is a scary and amazing place at the same time).
A descent amount of time was spent learning about psychedelics and the ways they effect you. Learning about LSD, LSA, Shrooms, Peyote, DMT etc. was cool; seeing how these substances effected you absolutely blew my mind, however I didnt feel comfortable trying any of these just yet (mostly cause trippin for hours was a scary concept to me). Then I heard about Salvia. 15 minute trip, almost no come down, no side effects and you just havta take a hit, oh and its a plant too, like weed. Sick.
(Note- I am not a "stoner" by any means, most people have no idea I even smoke)
Getting the goods-
I live in IL, salvia is not legal in my state. Fuck. This was gonna be a serious problem, how am I going to get my hands on this shit? Well, weeks go by and I am pretty content with not having tried salvia yet, but then it happened. One day while browsing 420chan on the psychedelic board there was a salvia thread. I post in this thread for a few minutes and then some guy just tells me to email him... Sketchy.... But ill do it. So I exchange emails with this guy for a couple days and he seems really legit. No red flags or anything that made me suspicious. What I go on to find out, the guy lives in Canada, and grows his own salvia, makes extracts and sells it. Sick. Finally, I got a hook up. I sent him $20 in cash the first time, got a G of 20x salvia a few weeks later. Well I smoke all that with some friends and trip, its all fun but I see oppertunity. Everyone who tried it, loved it. I needed more, enough to sell.
Open for business-
I had good contact with this canadian guy and decided to make a bigger purchase. Bought a whole ounce of 20x via cash in the mail. Sure enough, a couple weeks later I get a "Dumb and Dumber" VHS in the mail, it was totally gutted and stuffed with a bag full of the mystical green plant matter. Since salvia became such a hype monster/ hot commodity cause of me, and I was the only person who had any, I ran a complete monopoly. I would sling .5 bags for $20 and all was good. I would trip with friends a pretty good amount. Had some great trips, scary trips, you name it. The way I saw it, even when I would have a scary trip, it was 15 minutes. I would look back on them and just think "damn that was crazy" I never became fearful or scared of it. One of my best friends cried while tripping, that happened twice.
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THE TRIP
Its 8pm and I am home alone. Bored out of my mind, might as well leave my mind. I decide to make a waterfall bong out of an ice mountain bottle and a bowl. I make a small hole in the bottle to maximize milkiness. (In case you were not aware, salvia is consumed in one large hit, that is held in as long as possible) I pack a little bowl (ok fine, it was pretty damn big, I had a lot of the shit) and go in my bathroom. I fill the bottle with water, hold the hole, spark the bowl and let the water flow into my bathtub.
The thick, heavy smoke poured down from the bowl, sitting on the water that was slowly disappearing. The water slowly emptied out, being replaced with the thick, yellow smoke, that shit got milkier then milk. I unscrew the cap to the magical smoke, bring it to my lips..
Inhale.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
and it begins. The first effect you will notice when holding in your salvia hit is the wobbly vision. Usually about 10 seconds in your vision will quite literally begin to wobble. At this point most people just let the smoke release from their lungs. Being experienced, I just held on until I needed a breath of air.
I release my hit, and feel the effects beginning.
I stand up from sitting on the side of the bath tub and look straight in front of me. My mirror stands there (I think this is what led to the intensity of the trip), reflecting everything in a much more surreal way then a sober mind could imagine.
(This is where it really starts)
I stand there, staring at myself in this mirror. No sound, no motion; just staring. Slowly my vision advances out of my head, hard to explain this, but imagine if your vision could float around a see things in the third person but you cant control it. My vision goes about a foot infront of my body, then turns upwards and goes behind me. I am now staring at the back of my body from an upward angle (about 45 degrees, or like 8 feet high and 6 feet back) I can see my body. Why am I not in my body? Then it begins, I start slowly going backwards, away from my body. At a rate of about 1 ft per 4 seconds, I was moving further and further away from the back of my body/shell.
Now I begin to worry. My spirit has left my body, leaving behind just a shell and I will never get back to it. No matter how hard I tried or wanted to go back towards my body it wouldnt help. I was just slowly moving away from my starting point. No amount of effort would even slow me down, let alone let me back. The world that surrounded my body (that I was viewing from 3rd person) Was much much more intense then normal. Colors and lights were much more vivid. However, I was much more worried about being stuck as a spirit for the rest of time then the pretty colors.
For what felt like half and hour I slowly progressed backwards from my shell.
As I further moved backwards I passed through a door, not any kinda regular door, the best way to describe it was a submarine door. Like this-
Except It was open and the door was entirely the most pure white color I have ever seen. This really freaked me out, Now my spirit is not even in the same dimension that my body is in. I have entirely left my life. In this new room I had the ability to turn my head, finally. I look to my left and see an infinite hallway, all white. This wasnt a normal hallway, this hallway was lined on both sides with a never ending amount of these submarine like doors. I look to my right, more doors. I can still see inside my door when I look forward and can see my entire existence within this one room. And every single one of those other doors, contained another humans life. I was in the hallway of existence itself. I could see millions of individuals lives, equal to mine. Living what they think is expansive and crazy, when they're just another door. Just another room with a body and soul in it, not unique in a massive sense but completely unique on a personal scale. Everything I have ever known, everyone I ever met, anything I had ever seen, in one, little room. One little room among the masses.
From there my trip faded and I had to sit down for about an hour to wrap my mind around what I just witnessed. Definitely an eye opening experience that I feel very lucky for having.
TL;DR- Smoked salvia, spirit/conscious mind left my life entirely, thought I would never get back, witnessed everybody elses lives, experienced the meaning of life.
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BACKGROUND-
Its my junior year of highschool, at this point in my life I was pretty in to smoking weed and learning about other drugs/narcotics. A descent amount of my time would be spent online (websites such as 420chan and ERWOID) Many of you probably think that sounds stupid as hell, wasting my time studying drugs, but I always found the topic interesting and I enjoy having a wide understanding of different subjects. I never took any other drug in my life at this point, and wasnt really planning on experimenting with anything either (The world of drugs is a scary and amazing place at the same time).
A descent amount of time was spent learning about psychedelics and the ways they effect you. Learning about LSD, LSA, Shrooms, Peyote, DMT etc. was cool; seeing how these substances effected you absolutely blew my mind, however I didnt feel comfortable trying any of these just yet (mostly cause trippin for hours was a scary concept to me). Then I heard about Salvia. 15 minute trip, almost no come down, no side effects and you just havta take a hit, oh and its a plant too, like weed. Sick.
(Note- I am not a "stoner" by any means, most people have no idea I even smoke)
Getting the goods-
I live in IL, salvia is not legal in my state. Fuck. This was gonna be a serious problem, how am I going to get my hands on this shit? Well, weeks go by and I am pretty content with not having tried salvia yet, but then it happened. One day while browsing 420chan on the psychedelic board there was a salvia thread. I post in this thread for a few minutes and then some guy just tells me to email him... Sketchy.... But ill do it. So I exchange emails with this guy for a couple days and he seems really legit. No red flags or anything that made me suspicious. What I go on to find out, the guy lives in Canada, and grows his own salvia, makes extracts and sells it. Sick. Finally, I got a hook up. I sent him $20 in cash the first time, got a G of 20x salvia a few weeks later. Well I smoke all that with some friends and trip, its all fun but I see oppertunity. Everyone who tried it, loved it. I needed more, enough to sell.
Open for business-
I had good contact with this canadian guy and decided to make a bigger purchase. Bought a whole ounce of 20x via cash in the mail. Sure enough, a couple weeks later I get a "Dumb and Dumber" VHS in the mail, it was totally gutted and stuffed with a bag full of the mystical green plant matter. Since salvia became such a hype monster/ hot commodity cause of me, and I was the only person who had any, I ran a complete monopoly. I would sling .5 bags for $20 and all was good. I would trip with friends a pretty good amount. Had some great trips, scary trips, you name it. The way I saw it, even when I would have a scary trip, it was 15 minutes. I would look back on them and just think "damn that was crazy" I never became fearful or scared of it. One of my best friends cried while tripping, that happened twice.
------
THE TRIP
Its 8pm and I am home alone. Bored out of my mind, might as well leave my mind. I decide to make a waterfall bong out of an ice mountain bottle and a bowl. I make a small hole in the bottle to maximize milkiness. (In case you were not aware, salvia is consumed in one large hit, that is held in as long as possible) I pack a little bowl (ok fine, it was pretty damn big, I had a lot of the shit) and go in my bathroom. I fill the bottle with water, hold the hole, spark the bowl and let the water flow into my bathtub.
The thick, heavy smoke poured down from the bowl, sitting on the water that was slowly disappearing. The water slowly emptied out, being replaced with the thick, yellow smoke, that shit got milkier then milk. I unscrew the cap to the magical smoke, bring it to my lips..
Inhale.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
and it begins. The first effect you will notice when holding in your salvia hit is the wobbly vision. Usually about 10 seconds in your vision will quite literally begin to wobble. At this point most people just let the smoke release from their lungs. Being experienced, I just held on until I needed a breath of air.
I release my hit, and feel the effects beginning.
I stand up from sitting on the side of the bath tub and look straight in front of me. My mirror stands there (I think this is what led to the intensity of the trip), reflecting everything in a much more surreal way then a sober mind could imagine.
(This is where it really starts)
I stand there, staring at myself in this mirror. No sound, no motion; just staring. Slowly my vision advances out of my head, hard to explain this, but imagine if your vision could float around a see things in the third person but you cant control it. My vision goes about a foot infront of my body, then turns upwards and goes behind me. I am now staring at the back of my body from an upward angle (about 45 degrees, or like 8 feet high and 6 feet back) I can see my body. Why am I not in my body? Then it begins, I start slowly going backwards, away from my body. At a rate of about 1 ft per 4 seconds, I was moving further and further away from the back of my body/shell.
Now I begin to worry. My spirit has left my body, leaving behind just a shell and I will never get back to it. No matter how hard I tried or wanted to go back towards my body it wouldnt help. I was just slowly moving away from my starting point. No amount of effort would even slow me down, let alone let me back. The world that surrounded my body (that I was viewing from 3rd person) Was much much more intense then normal. Colors and lights were much more vivid. However, I was much more worried about being stuck as a spirit for the rest of time then the pretty colors.
For what felt like half and hour I slowly progressed backwards from my shell.
As I further moved backwards I passed through a door, not any kinda regular door, the best way to describe it was a submarine door. Like this-
Except It was open and the door was entirely the most pure white color I have ever seen. This really freaked me out, Now my spirit is not even in the same dimension that my body is in. I have entirely left my life. In this new room I had the ability to turn my head, finally. I look to my left and see an infinite hallway, all white. This wasnt a normal hallway, this hallway was lined on both sides with a never ending amount of these submarine like doors. I look to my right, more doors. I can still see inside my door when I look forward and can see my entire existence within this one room. And every single one of those other doors, contained another humans life. I was in the hallway of existence itself. I could see millions of individuals lives, equal to mine. Living what they think is expansive and crazy, when they're just another door. Just another room with a body and soul in it, not unique in a massive sense but completely unique on a personal scale. Everything I have ever known, everyone I ever met, anything I had ever seen, in one, little room. One little room among the masses.
From there my trip faded and I had to sit down for about an hour to wrap my mind around what I just witnessed. Definitely an eye opening experience that I feel very lucky for having.
TL;DR- Smoked salvia, spirit/conscious mind left my life entirely, thought I would never get back, witnessed everybody elses lives, experienced the meaning of life.
