Infectedlsd wrote:My first experience with Salvia Divinorum was funny. I smoked it alone and thought it was a dream-aid. Boy was I wrong. I remained stuck for 15 minutes to a machine made of people. Thoughts run rampant. I'm not physically hurt but this is still uncomfortable. I feel like I am being pranked. Soo many people where involved in pranking me. Holding my physical remains in place for so long.
Later it got to me. I learned to resist the effects until nothing happened after I smoked except two dots and a little line underneath the dots opened and talked to me asking me, Why not? I had no answer really. I thought it was the extracts that I am not supposed to smoke.
Now, last time I smoked was with a friend. She was pushing me to smoke and while I told her the effects don't work for me I was partly curious what would happen and took a big hit in my rage. And she got up out of her space (she just smoked too) to stop me from moving to the window. I blacked out and allegedly tried to open the window and came back and said out of nowhere "I have to tell my mom this is an illusion".
Then I just smoked again, and again resist the on-set as I was standing and feel myself transported to the last area I smoked salvia and back to this room and flip in my mind some kind of images related to this forum iirc and explicit judgement, I was not deemed beautiful enough as some members and salvia users. Part of me suspects we met the same calculating force and I happen to not have been deemed worthy enough. Another part thinks it's my own or higher mind.
What do you think? And sorry for dragging this on for so long it felt rude not to give the background
This is hilarious though really familiar in everything you said haha [I can strongly relate to the beginning of your post]. First time I smoked salvia it was [i can't remember] a 10x or so extract, and i'll never forget that day. I was sitting on the edge of a chair, loaded the pipe, torch lighter in hand, took one giant massive rip and that was it.
Immediately as it started to come on it felt like one big joke that couldn't be languaged, and the room sort of turned this slight tinge of an off-shade of color, and with that it all felt completely silly. I remember that I just kept laughing manically, not able to speak as I watched the patterns on the far wall to 'pop', eventually forming into this endless conveyor belt machine of people[literal people lol] and they were all speaking the same 'something' that I couldn't understand, and they moved closer and closer, and as they did the pressure just kept building, pulling me into the floor. Shortly after my body split into this endless pop-up style book to where I was living and invariably linked with all these separate realities [which were the initial people/faces coming towards me in the beginning of the experience].
That's the main points of what I remember. My few friends that were there said that I just had moved to the floor from the chair and laid there.
So I guess I didn't end up moving around all that much like some do. The experience was honestly incredibly powerful and penetrating.
This was 11 years ago though
Not sure if I'll ever go back to smoked extract, it's incredibly powerful and you have to be careful..
Quids are the way to go now.