Sense I have some free time. I would like to share with all of you another break through experience I have had from my past. This breakthrough was about two to three weeks after my first which I described in my first salvia breath through post.

Out of all the substances I have tried, salvia has presented me with the most interesting situations slash visual hallucinations I have ever encountered. From my own experience they are always confrontational. They are very quick and I am always the center of attention when I encounter these beings. (The ten foot tall African jungle man), I have encountered them every time I have broken through.

Here it is…

It was around; I would say ten thirty pm at night. My family was asleep. I was in my room which is in the basement at the far back corner. My room is very small. A little smaller than your average college freshman dorm room.

I was sitting on my bed which sits on the floor in the back facing directly towards my door. The door was close and I had my little light on which is very dim.

I sat on my bed Indian style and I began my meditation once more. I had made it clear to myself by saying, I intend to break through; I wanted to contact those that I had encountered before in another experience.
So I loaded up my wood pipe and slowly began to smoke. I smoked and smoked until the bowl was gone.

I felt something but I knew that I needed to smoke more. I paused a bit. Took a deep breath, packed it up again and then proceeded to light it up. Slowly taking it in and slowly letting it out.

At this point when I finished the pipe, I could feel something, something very powerful, my room had not transformed into anything yet it was more of a feeling. I could feel lots of crashing waves around me. It was like the ocean was sitting on top of my house.
I gave into the feeling a bit but was able to regain my focus. “Mike you are here to breakthrough, keep going”. I said to myself.

So again gently and slowly I packed another and began to smoke. Nothing happened by the time I was done with it. The ocean feeling remained though but it got a lot stronger and stronger.

So I thought to myself. I have smoked a lot, two big pipe worth full. I began to think; maybe they don’t want to present themselves to me tonight. I began to quietly sit and observe this overwhelming ocean feeling I was having. I observed it for about thirty seconds. IT was scary at first but after a few seconds as I began to ride the crashing waves with my mind, and allowing it to pass through me over and over it became very peaceful, though the presence was very powerful, very powerful.

I was about to give it up and call it quits and head to bed, however I had an urge. I said to myself. “Mike just take one more hit, it will not hurt you other than make these waves even stronger.” So I said why not! I am in!

I packed the pipe up and carefully placing my lips onto it and inhaled the biggest hit I could. I then set the pipe down onto my bed at my side and held my breath in. It was very hard holding it in because now the waves were larger and moving faster and was giving off a very loud tsunami like sound. It was progressing the longer I held it in. I finally let it all out and nothing happen. Actually the wave feeling went away; there was no loud tsunami sound going off or anything. It was just me sitting on my bed in my room. But that would only remain for a second more.

Suddenly! And very quickly, I recognized them right away. It was the ten foot tall African jungle man that I had encountered. I could because I recognized the plants and horns on their heads and the red ring around there eyes. They were wearing combat like swat outfits but it was all made of vegetation that I cannot describe. They were pointing what I think were guns at me but not the guns you and I know.
They came crushing through my door yelling at me
PUT YOUR HANDS UP NOW!
PUT THEM UP!
WE NEED YOU!

They did not tell me to smoke more like before. So I knew this was urgent. They had something to show me. So I set aside of all the sudden fear that I had and surrendered to them. They grabbed me by both arms and dragged me out of my room.
Now in reality what lies outside of my room is my bathroom. I was quickly shocked and destroyed to see that I was no longer in my bathroom or my house. It looked like some sort of alien jungle village. Lots of the color red webbed into the landscape that I was in. They eventually stopped and had let go of my arms. I was facing some sort of jungle tepee; it was made of lots of vegetation and lots of the color red on it. They said to me this time not yelling….
Go…Go…. Mike…

I didn’t really understand because at this point I was completely destroyed. It was really confusing when they said Mike because at this point I had no idea where I was or who I was. I kind of froze; I became very stiff so the two African jungle man behind me very aggressively pushed me into the tepee. I was not expecting what I then witnessed. Inside there was no way off telling if there was a floor or a ceiling above me. It was kind of like standing outside into space with no planets or stars around. Very dark and seemed like in every direction was infinitely endless and beginning less. I started to cry honestly. I was just so fearful and scared but out of nowhere a voice cried out.
HEY MIKE!
KNOCK IT OFF!
PAY ATTENTION!

In front of me in this endless floating space was not an African jungle man. But a very human like creature. I believe it was a male. He had a beard, he was very fat and round at the hips, and He was wearing a bright white chef’s hat and a cooking apron. He said
TAKE A LONG DOWN HERE!
He directed my attention to this little glass box. In the glass box, what it looked like to me was some sort of highly realistic and detailed clay reproduction of where I am actually am at. It was a clay model of me sitting on my bed in my room. He snapped his fingers very loudly and said…
WATCH

He put his fingers into the glass box and places them around my head, squeezes them and pulls out this thing that I cannot describe. It was very bright though. He said.
YOU’RE OFF!

Before I could even begin to comprehend what he was showing me I was shot through it, this is where I will stop. I don’t know how to describe this part and it was so intense my brain made me forget most of it. There were just so many things going on at this point I either can’t remember it or I have no idea on how to describe it. So I will not insult it by putting a word on it.

I will end with. Salvia is very interesting. Out of all of them that I have experienced the most interesting substance to me, this was the last time I experienced salvia and am currently on a sober break for other reasons. But once I am done addressing myself and my issues I would really like to pay another visit with salvia. I feel like if I do they will be really excited and scary because it’s been a long time sense I’ve seen them.
Thank you for your time

Another good report, thanks for sharing.

It sounds like you're taking really high doses to get there. Perhaps that has something to do with you blacking out part of the experience. I never fully remember my trips either, but if I took anywhere near the dosage you took I wouldn't remember any of it at all. Then again, my tolerance for Salvia is extremely low.

Im pretty good at remembering things... I practiced lucid dreaming for about 3 years... it got to a point where I would actually stay awake during the entire sleep process... and let me tell you.... the stuff that happens leading up to a dream is just beyond words to explain.

I've also been lucid dreaming for years. I used to do it unknowingly as a child. I would just realize I was dreaming and usually wake up. I've always had this severe questioning nature as well, especially about reality itself. I would look at an insect with a magnifying glass and see how strange and beautiful it was and the first thing I would think, "Is this even real? Am I awake right now?"

I have been able to remember more of my Salvia experiences over the last couple years in particular. But there's always something deep, something that feels incredibly important that eludes me. And the beings themselves aren't very encouraging, they playfully tease me like, "Look at him! He can't remember his lessons!"

Why I posted about the dosage is because I find that I can remember more with lower dosages. When I smoke plain leaf in particular I can recall pretty much the entire experience. It's just getting the dose right so that you can be propelled far enough, but still retain memory.

Very fascinating subject for me, the role of memory.

YES! I feel you! I need to get back into lucid dreaming... As for the dose.... the one in my first break through was about 3 bowls worth of 20x extract... I cant remember the dose of this one but it was 80x