i usually realize i'm made of billions or trillions of pages or layers and they are flipping away and this reality shattering realization usually scares the living hell out of me so i never smoke it anymore. also i become part of whatever i am sitting on and everything else is also made of tons of layers.

one time i somehow got up and sat on the couch still out of it and the tv was on and i was watching an infomercial saying "you are a three pen set.. YOU ARE A THREE PEN SET" that was a weird trip that made absolutely no sense. salvia scares the hell out of me, i'd like do some quid

The very first time, I became a melted candle. Then split in half into two rocket ships. A lot of the time it is the layers of reality, flipping in a book. One of my most favorite times though, was when I leaned back and became a character in paper mario.

Edit: Also, there was one quite silly time where I became a world champion beatboxer. In reality, I sounded like a baby making fart sounds.

Havent been able to bring myself to smoke it in a couple of years at least ...gives me the willies thinking about it...ok...I was a five pointed star cartwheeling through my childhood home, a human slinky was another good one , really felt like I was going head to heel over and over...was once a zipper, zipping and unzipping over and over and thinking why arent my guts falling out...I've melded into my dresser, watching it absorb me like the scene in the Matrix...Hmmmm...why is it I havent smoked it for so long???

Aetherbound

This made my day.

I've merged with everything in my environment really, that is, my bedroom where I usually smoke it. I've also experienced the wheel/gears and the page flipping. I once became a gnat and buzzed around some guys head for what seemed like an hour. I became a spoke on an old fashioned wooden wheel attached to a carriage pulled by horses. I once became a completely different person, an old man, bald, with glasses and I had a wife and three kids, a whole life. And it was like I was always this guy, nothing seemed unusual.

Salvia is one of the best tricksters.

I became part of a wall in my trip. My friend turned into a book. My other friend turned into an atom.

Yup. The salvia rolodex. Flipping though the cards. Or a book.

One time on a relatively low dose, I became a cactus, San Pedro. A medicine woman was working on me. She would pull a spine from my beard area and throw it away, saying "Pindero Cheen". It would start on a normal trajectory and then suddenly arc around and stick into my spine. My spine also became a cross between a snake and a zipper, which she unzipped. Then she told me I had snake disease and the trip was over.

Why is the book/rolodex thing so common?

I've been a nerdy girl who fell asleep riding home on a school bus and dreamed this world a couple times.

I've been a computer reboot sequence that was rebuilding this life simulation grabbing pieces from multiple different lives to add as aspects of this one. The other lives complained as I'd add them saying they were people not a collection of experiences to be ripped apart and placed into a new life. I told them, no, that's exactly what they are and I finished building up the simulation.

I've been a young plant whose roots drew on 5 different human lifetimes as the soil it grew in, my real life being 1 of those.

I've woken up at my own funeral, inside the coffin and realized I'd died years ago and had been only dreaming my life after that point. That was the last time I smoked salvia. Quiding has been better so far, but I haven't been able to stand chewing large doses yet.

A purple blob, motionless, amongst an vast world where everything that ever existed anywhere or could ever exist was a whole lot of individual purple blobs. Mindless, discreet, alone, surrounded by other purple blobs.


The wheels and gears are familiar. Often it was (I say was because, yeah years ago. Stuff is wierd) that my arms or another part of my anatomy turned into gear like things that slowly rotated, then mechanically seperated allowing "me" to enter into some rediculous world inwhich "i" utter was forgotten as was humanity, earth and all that.

On my first salvia breakthrough, I became the water in a bucket of water. I was poured out of the bucket and down a drain. Very strange.

Other times: A broom, a door mat, a glass art sculpture, pulled taffy or dough, a car on a roller coaster, the wheel of a child’s toy cart, a circus tent, other tents, awnings, and related fabrics, a lawn-mower, a small triangular piece of sheet metal, and other things I can’t remember.

First trip I do'nt know if I became a table, well half of myself did (the right part did).
The I was trapped in other two dimension objet and sometimes could try to make move in 2 dimension (like a character of comic novel) and felt It was sad to be a bi-dimensionnal being, when you knew how three dimension looked like.

Now I look at it back, I heard lots of poeple siad they became a cactus or a shoe or something like that. I don't know if it's the last thing the ego-eye look at before dissolving, and is sort of trapped in this mental image, and sort of hold to it....

I must say I didn't always became an object, most interesting ondotoligic experience were I was a etheric thing, like if my spirit could phsysically go out of my body and stay hold to it through a fine line, and experience the spirtiual worlds, with or without other guides entities/little beings sowing reality.

During my first trip (6 leafs sublingually), I became an "immobile subject" - consciousness of someone/something that cannot move. At that moment I wOndered "this must be like trees and plants feel". When the Salvia experience had started to kick in, something like a solid bark covered my body...

Ah yes, my first salvia trip, I was just a kid at the time this was 10 years ago now, I didn't know then that sublingual use was better, this was my first exogenous psychedelic experience-

I was wearing black dickies outside on a couch hitting the salvia bong with as much heat as I could as my friends were talking about how salvia doesn't even work. Just then, my legs turned into highways that led to the sun. All there was was a blue void, a very audible yellow and orange sun, huge and burning before me, and my leg-highways, carrying white symbols back and forth connected to the sun.

I came out of the other dimension and no one around me had any idea it happened, I got on my bike and left in disbelief that is was possible.

I was sitting on my couch. After going through a myriad of chaos that the salvia tossed my way, I began to realize I was the couch. I hadn't merely sunk into the couch, but I had fully become it, right down to the identity. It was a rather depressing moment when the realization hit me:

[i]I'm just a couch. Got no friends. No one to talk to. People will just sit on me. I'm just a couch...[i]

During a long, sublingual trip I became a crack in a curbstone, and as a little boy stepped over me I could see right through him to every step of his life and his past lives. That was a very spiritual journey. I also experienced the oddly common salvia rolodex many times while smoking. During one experience I was flipping through these alternate realities and decided to step back where I came from, but apparently picked the wrong reality as I emerged from a wall into a hall in a suburban house right from 1950's America. I saw pictures on the wall and a lamp, and a very stereotypical couple looking at me - the detail was amazing. Realizing I had stepped out into the wrong reality I jumped back into the rolodex and spun around a while until finally emerging into consensual reality. At least I think I'm back... Like many on this forum, I haven't used salvia in several years.

Haaaaa....... makes me have more of an appreation for my couch! Its been there with me through many journeys!

Maybe it deserves a little more recognition than I give it.

Nearby wicker basket.

Oh yes! What is it about that? During a certain period when I was smoking salvia pretty often, almost 50% of my experiences had something to do with 1950's american suburbs. Pretty often I would just be immersed in the layout of the neighbourhood with the green grass and the cloned houses. Maybe I read it in a salvia report and it subconsciously affected me? Or maybe that's just a certain aesthetic aspect that salvia can naturally induce?

^^ The first time my friend smoked salvia we were looking out into a grassy meadow and he started tripping and looking behind him and then back again. When he came back he said that he saw "layers of time" flying past him and that he could see the houses behind him while looking forward. He described the layers of time when I asked and he said it was like "woosh! there goes the 70's, woosh! there goes the 60's, woosh! there goes the 50's.

Dunno thought it was relevant

A basin, red steel bird and a the leg of a 50 feet chicken

This is weird to read through. A book, where each page was a different universe, and I was being flipped through violently, as well as a rubik's cube, being feverishly worked through by an unseen doer.