PRE-CONDITIONS(mind)Set: Apprehensive; Daring
(physical condition) Set: Good health - regular meditating
Setting (location): My bedroom, only a candle light
time of day: evening
recent drug use: Cannibis (weekly use) alcohol (monthly use), nicotine/caffeine daily use
last meal: night before, can't remember what
PARTICIPANTGender: male
body weight: ~80 kg
known sensitivities: none
history of use: moderately experienced with psychedelics, moderately Experienced with S. Divinorum, First time with whole leaf quids
BIOASSAYSubstance(s): Whole Leaf Salvia Divinorum
Dose(s): 1g-1.5g leaf quids (total: 3g-5.5g leaf)
Method of administration:absorbed sublingually with mastication, chewed/absorbed ~15 minutes each, used 3 quids and 1 quid for 5 minutes (~50min)
EFFECTSAdministration time: T=0:00, +0:15, +0:30, +0:45 (circa 2009)
Duration: +3:00
First effects: +0:40
Peak: +1:30
Come down: +2:00
Baseline: +3:00
Intensity (overall): 3/4
Evaluation / notes:
OPTIONALPleasantness: (3/4)
Unplesantness: (2/4)
Visual Intensity: (3/4)
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AFTER-EFFECTSHangover: 1/4 ; experience was mildly draining ; 30 minutes? no side effects felt the next day
Afterglow: 3/4 ; felt warm and comfortable the rest of the night
REPORTI had experienced savlia many times in smoked extract form at this point, with varying, strange trips. Some amazingly beautiful, and many a cosmic bitchslap to my understanding of my place in the universe. But smoking yielded short experiences and I wanted to go deeper. I had read online (can't remember where) about using an MAOI to intensify the experience, but I wanted nothing to do with that at the time. MAOIs scared the crap out of me from what I had read. I also read that the 'traditional' method was to chew quids after a fast. So, of course, I got some whole leaf and made some quids.
It's... certainly nothing like smoking it, in my opinion. I started off with plate with 6 quids on it, set it by my bed and lit a candle on my desk. I sat on my bed and popped a quid, gave it some chewing and waited. The juice was bitter. Not overpowering, but bitter. I just sat there in my darkened room and listened to music. This process was BORING, but I didn't want to be distracted with some other activity. Every few minutes, I would chew the quid and let the juices collect with my saliva and just rest there. When it no longer tasted bitter, I put the quid in an empty cup and started a fresh one. This continued for 30-35 minutes with no notable action. At 40 minutes, I felt a weighty tingle start to come over my body starting at my forehead, wrapping around the back of my head and trickling down my back. 45 minutes in, I was grabbing my 4th quid and started chewing, but I was forgetting to park the quid and just kept chewing. It pulped in my mouth and I had to spit it out. Just as well, because the effects were starting to take over.
I laid back onto my bed and as I did, thin, shadowy arms came out from the edges of my bed and pulled me into blackness. I was abruptly walking a long, winding, narrow path. As I take each step further, it becomes more apparent that this path is elevated. At certain turns, I can peer down the side of the elevated path. It seems to descend forever into the darkness. Occasionally I hear clicking sounds. I don't know why I can even see the path, as everything else is pitch black.
After walking I don't know how long, I realize I've been staring at the ground as I walk, and look up. In the distance, there was a faint light. I stopped and tried to wonder what it was, but before I could even do that, the space I was in moved sideways and I couldn't see anything or move. I had the impression of a large, looming spider. She whispered to me something that made so much profound sense! None of which I was allowed to carry back with me. But in the course of her whispers, she said something that made me feel less afraid somehow and then dislodged me from her web. I walked the rest of the way back, which wasn't a place really, just the point where I could sit up in bed.
My eyes shut tight to avoid the sight
Anticipating the end, losing the will to fight
Droplets of "yes" and "no"
In an ocean of "maybe"