freemind1987
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Message #10910 posted by freemind1987 (Info) June 08, 2006 14:25:46 ET
In Reply to: Re: Two tries at salvia and two failures. posted by triptounsanity (Info) May 17, 2006 21:10:20 ET
Sally D, that's something I avoid like the Pigs. I've smoked 10x about half a dozen times, but the last time was the LAST TIME. I never have spiritual awakenings or encounters with space aliens or anythng, I just experience the dis-integration of my entire reality. The first time I ever did it, I went through a time-distortion like I had never even heard of; it felt like I was blacked out for days on end--I have shaded half-memories of my thoughts, but none of it makes sense--but when I looked at my brother, he was still on the same phone call that he'd made as I was toking. I asked him how long he was on the pone, and it was less than a minute.
The most recent attempt at mental orbit from the Seers' Herb was last summer, sitting on a rattan chair in the backyard. I was wearing a bathrobe and gently bubbling on Rosy, my favorite glass bubbler, when my eyes bugged out and I very... slowly... put Rosy down and sat up straight... Objects lost their individuality and became a uniform Visual Field; if you asked me to pick my house out of the blur of slowly shifting colors, I probably would have pointed at the sun. My eyes wandered to the woven bamboo of the chair's arm-rests, and the individual fibers of bamboo seemed to pull apart and ripple like oil on water. My eyes moved, of their own accord, back to the furniture around me, and the same effect of horizontal pulling-apart covered EvErYtHiNg and all was terror and confusion. I felt sure that this was the end; that I had been tricked by Descartes' "Evil Demon" and would be pulled from this world, just fall through a trapdoor in the universe and fall forever. I wandered into the house--quite difficult, as I couldn't feel my body, couldn't differentiate my left hand from my right, had to keep stopping to tie and re-tie my robe, stand in place and slowly... slowly... turn in circles--found my brother watching TV and choked out "I'm... Stoned..." I then turned around and stumbled back outside. I heard him laughing, and the sound from the TV was hypnotic; I could hear every line of the movie clearly, imagined that they were directed at me. Nothing made sense. I heard a whimper, realized that it was coming from me. Finally I came down and took a nap.
Ugh; I'll never touch the Sticky Purple Salvia again, it's just too terrifying. Not that you shouldn't experiment for yourself; my best friend Sabina has never had a bad or confusing trip. She takes one pull on the bowl, and the pipe falls out of her limp fingers, and she starts giggling. She laughs and laughs until she cries; everytime with regularity, she describes Salva as a transcendant Joy, not expressed in words we know. Maybe we're just two different types of Crazy; I wish you pleasant tripping, and suggest that you use a METAL bowl, because you will not remember to put it down once you get the effects; it will fall out of your hand and hit the floor, shortly before you do.
Good luck!
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