Well Clyde didn't end up doing it the other night cuz the pharma trip was unusually dark in nature, and didn't want to go through with it lol
But he did do it tonight and is on the tail end of it now, his trip report follows:
"With the wife and baby sound asleep, I packed 4g of powdered rue into some gel-caps and took em down. I waited the half hour before taking the last of this batch of spice, a hefty 130mg,closed my eyes and waited for the effects to kick in. I then woke up 3 hours later to a swirl of color that quickly subsided. 'Son of a gun, I fell asleep' I cursed to myself.
I sat there contemplating on what to do, remembering the 50 mg of spice that was packed in the vape from the night before, I grabbed it and a pipe and packed the pipe with my salvia. 'There they are, the keys to the universe lay before me' I mused. I put on my headphones and played Pink Floyd's High Hopes before slowly vaporizing the spice, and instantly the effects melded with the music, the colors surging and crashing with each note. 'Very beautiful, a good omen' I thought.
With the song over and the peak subsiding I decided that this was the perfect time for ms. Sally D. Taking as large of a hit as possible I layed down, and threw a blanket over my face and started counting. Then I completly forgot why I was counting, or who or where I was, and even the fact that I took a drug. 'I've been here before.' is all I could think as the strong familiarity of deja vu surges through me. I heard/felt some evil laughter at the edge of the darkness. Fear started swelling. I then felt/heard a chopping at the edges around me, the tendrils of my conciousness recoiled in horror to the center of the black so that the Maniacal Butcher couldn't cut off anymore of my mind's appendages. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP! the Butcher drawing closer, my mind started screaming 'HELP! WHERE AM I?!?' CHOP! CHOP! CHOP!!! 'I'M TRIPPING!!!' I exclaimed in my my mind, 'I'M ON SALVIA!!!' And just like that I woke up, like from some horrible nightmare.
I was then allowed to peel the blanket off my face, with the uncomfortable sweaty leather couch stickiness, and the pawn stars on the television speaking of dark things I was still tripping, but I started regaining my senses. What surprised me was that there was no colors or visuals to this trip despite the previous carnivalesque swirling colors and sentient assembly line entities of previous salvia trips, and despite all the visuals I had from the dmt trip minutes before. It didn't seem like the dmt had any effect on the trip, kind like salvia shoved it out of the way, but the dmt returning after Sally had her way with me. With the introspective powers of spice I was able to remember and interpret my trip. Why was this trip so dark? It seemed very symbolic like a dream.
I think the salvia was trying to teach me something about myself, specifically my inner demons. The Maniacal Butcher being my vices trying to 'chop' away my sanity. Instead of sweeping these demons under the rug, I need to properly excersise and cleanse these 'demons' the right way by finding their root. This was a very important experience, necessary of my spiritual evolution. I don't think I will be dancing with Sally again anytime soon, at least not until I take care of all all of my vices. Mmmm bedtime"
Clyde thanks you for reading his very long trip report. Goodnight/morning everyone!!!
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