salvia makes me trip the fuck out
i wrote this blog after i tried 20x extract in europe, check it:
During my stay in Europe I got the chance to try some of the strongest extracts of Salvia Divinorum. The experience would change me forever, and finally crack the last remnants of my shell.
My cousin, Jacob, packed me a level bowl of Salvia in our favorite graduated cylinder. He taught me the masterful ways of smoking--To light until it began to crumble into the tiny hole in the middle, and then suck--and suck hard. Hold for 35 seconds and then blow.
It was a perfect hit. Nobody needed to say it twice. As I sat on that spaced, old bean bag the people before me could only see as I convulsed as if I was dying. To me, it was so much more. My first psychadelic trip, but definently not my last.
As the smoke left my lungs I was flung into a parallel reality. I felt myself lapsing downward into darkness, and pushed down with my hands. For some reason I couldn't get a good grip, so I raised my arm and turned my hand around. At that moment my breath sucked in and I couldn't breath, for what I saw was a harrowing experience. My skin was literally flaking and falling away in a stream of sand. I lifted my arms and wobbled back and forth, watching each particle of sand to fall from my limbs.
I kicked my legs out in hopes of grasping ahold of something to push myself back up along the bean bag and away from the void. I didn't know my own strength as my feet caught the carpet and I pushed myself violently back, painlessly hitting the back of my head on a windowsill.
I stared out through that window, my vision zooming up at a street lamp until all I could see was the glass outer casing and the constant, infinitely bright glow.
The fun began after that. The windowsill and the wall projected outward in a scurry and detatched itself from the floor, leaving a gaping space between the two floors. I felt myself slipping--not down into the void this time--but instead I felt myself doubling back. My head passing along my upper, middle, and lower back until I was looking down into the living room on the first floor.
It was just for a split second but I could see the couch, the television, the windowsill, the carpet and the table on the bottom floor from a perspective of viewing it as if I was hanging from the ceiling, which isn't far off as I was doubled back like a professional gymnast with my head slipped through a gap between the two floors.
I drew in a gasping breath and pulled myself up with every muscle in my body, the same way you would pull yourself up from a near-death miss.
The breath I took in was like cool mint through my throat and lungs. It changed the reality I was experiencing and further threw me off course. My body now was being raised into the air, through the ceiling, and into the blackness of the void.
It felt like I was walking along a pathway in the middle of pitch blackness, as I spiraled through time and space, like a meteor spiraling through the blackness of space. Then I was aware. I was walking along a pathway, like a bridge, on the edges of the fabric of reality itself, on the edges of our dimension. Someone or something was watching me, and they felt curious but I couldn't see them.
I glanced to one side and all I could see was the blackness of the void. Then I glanced to the other side and I could suddenly see the room I was in, sitting on that bean bag with my cousin beside his girlfriend and his mate beside me, except I was viewing the room from a fourth-person perspective, from above, as if the place was within a bubble of time. I glanced somewhere else and where I glanced another bubble of time appeared, until I was viewing four different bubbles of time through four different pairs of eyes, all at once.
tastes fuckin absolutely nasty terrible though and leaves the taste forever in your bong, NASTY TASTIN SHIT IT IS, prob the nastyiest tastin anything ive ever tastd