So i was working the other night, helping a friend behind the bar at a warehouse rave/art-show spectacular. Being a drug and alcohol free event we were serving herbal concoctions (kava,cocoa etc), anyway I packed some salvia extract with me for when I finished work because It's good to change up the journey space I think.
I found an empty office/room with a beanbag, the drum and bass from the stage next door was vibing through the walls, but it was pitch black when I turned the lights off.
Perfect.
I measured a dose I was comfortable with (no scales but I trust my eyes to an extent) and hit the pipe, held it fully in and exhaled into oblivion.
The come up was slower than I typically experience, it surprised me though. Sort of snuck up without me realising what I was seeing.
A figure in a brilliant neon cloak filled my vision space, with a featureless face. The sleeves on the cloak were impossibly huge, waving left to right and in circles to the rolling rhythm of the bass coming through the walls. When it spoke (telepathy) it was constantly reminding me to ignore the music, ignore the music; It's not relevant here.
This dance continued for minutes and I was transfixed on the scene. Slowly fading away after what seemed like an eternity of squeezing me deep into the space between the cloaked figure and my own body on the beanbag.
This was by far the most vivid salvia experience I've had, but it adds another chapter to the running log of all experiences. Increasing the complexity of my relationship with it. I'm not sure how to interpret the message in this last one though but I think it could be that next time I need to try and block out as much sound and light as possible.
I'm really beginning to enjoy what salvia has to offer, it is so gentle.
Inconsistency is in my nature.
The simple PHYLLODE tekI'm just waiting for these bloody plants to grow