Encatuse
11-29-2004, 09:40 PM
Salvia is an amazing and powerful drug. It can even be dangerous when used unintelligently. Below is one of most powerful breakthrough experiences on salvia. I had tried salvia plain leaf, and it didn't do the trick. So Extract it was. I'll be writing this from my perspective. First Person. My thoughts and actions. Hopefully this will be seen on Erowid. ^.^
It was a lonely Sunday night when I tried it. I loaded up my home-made bong with a one-hit-cashed load. I lit my micro-torch lighter. Inhale --- Hold. Simple enough. Anything? Not yet. So I loaded up another one-hit-cashed. Exhale. Light --- Inhale --- Hold. Yeah, I'm feeling it. Lightheadedness. This isn't very exciting.. I'm sweating profusely. I feel like I just got out of a shower. I filled another one-hit-cashed bowl. This would be my last one. Exhale. Light --- Inhale --- Hold. And away I blew.
I was stuck like concrete to the couch. In a not so comfortable position I might add, as I was hitting a bong. The bong in my right hand, smoke still in my lungs. It felt like it had been forever. Maybe I didn't have to exhale. Maybe I would just keep it in until I passed out. Didn't feel like it mattered very much anymore. A body is just a body for christ's sake. I am so seperate from it right now. I understand exactly where The Velvet Underground are coming from in the song "Heroin". I still haven't exhaled. It's only been about a decade though, so I should be fine.
I was somewhere where time doesn't matter. I was in a picture. I had to stay still. I had to hold my breath. If I let it out I'll disappoint someone. I don't know who, but someone. My eyes zoomed out. God is real. Wow. Hi God. I think you're somewhere around here. Or maybe you're everywhere like they used to say in Sunday school. I don't really know to be honest. Hey God, can I exhale? I think my chest is going to implode. I don't want to be bothersome or anything...
--- Exhale. Great. Thanks. Next thing I know I'm in a ball-park.. but I'm not in it, I'm part of it. I'm part of a postcard picture of a ballpark. My postcard is being held by a hand with a white glove on it. I think it might be God. I think I'm getting scared. I'm not really sure though. I think I have a stomach ache. Or maybe I can just feel my stomach. Who really cares right?
Damn. I'm so far away from my body right now and I can't stop realizing it. My stomach is somehow with me though. What the fuck is going on and who am I? Am I God? No. I'm part of God though aren't I? Yeah. I am part of everything. I can see myself holding hands and my eyes haven't blinked. I'm falling really fast but I like it. It's really nice to go this fast. I wonder if I'm in a convertible. That would make sense. I can't see anything anymore. I can just feel everything.
Religion is a controversy for what reason? To satisfy the oddballs who need something to gripe about. Hey, God. Are you there still? Well I don't actually know if you were ever there, or even if you ever will be, but I need to ask you a favor. Are you listening? I need you to make the picture a little smaller okay? My eyes aren't that big. I wonder if the size of your eyes control how much you can see. Well, if not.. maybe it's positional. If so go ahead and just put my eyes in a more convenient location okay? I really like seeing everything all at once like this.
Fuck. If everything is black does that mean my eyes are closed? I can't tell. Maybe I can. No, I don't want to try. I never want to just see my tunnel vision again. I don't want to question my beliefs anymore. Maybe I'm on heroin. Naw, I don't think I'd ever do heroin. What's heroin feel like? Surely not this. I'm on something I'm pretty sure. I have to be. Otherwise why can't my eyes open?
Oh yeah. ---rip--- Yeah. I'm back. Wow.. and I thought salvia was a short trip.. that took for-fucking-ever. Oh well, worth every minute. Wait, holy shit. I took it at 10:00 and it's only 10:19? Amazing.
I've done salvia many times since this and have had trips just as powerful as this one, though none near as religious. I always feel as if Im part of a big picture though. I recommend always having a sitter, because you never know when you'll go over your limit. You just may end up thinking your falling, and actually be.
-Encatuse
It was a lonely Sunday night when I tried it. I loaded up my home-made bong with a one-hit-cashed load. I lit my micro-torch lighter. Inhale --- Hold. Simple enough. Anything? Not yet. So I loaded up another one-hit-cashed. Exhale. Light --- Inhale --- Hold. Yeah, I'm feeling it. Lightheadedness. This isn't very exciting.. I'm sweating profusely. I feel like I just got out of a shower. I filled another one-hit-cashed bowl. This would be my last one. Exhale. Light --- Inhale --- Hold. And away I blew.
I was stuck like concrete to the couch. In a not so comfortable position I might add, as I was hitting a bong. The bong in my right hand, smoke still in my lungs. It felt like it had been forever. Maybe I didn't have to exhale. Maybe I would just keep it in until I passed out. Didn't feel like it mattered very much anymore. A body is just a body for christ's sake. I am so seperate from it right now. I understand exactly where The Velvet Underground are coming from in the song "Heroin". I still haven't exhaled. It's only been about a decade though, so I should be fine.
I was somewhere where time doesn't matter. I was in a picture. I had to stay still. I had to hold my breath. If I let it out I'll disappoint someone. I don't know who, but someone. My eyes zoomed out. God is real. Wow. Hi God. I think you're somewhere around here. Or maybe you're everywhere like they used to say in Sunday school. I don't really know to be honest. Hey God, can I exhale? I think my chest is going to implode. I don't want to be bothersome or anything...
--- Exhale. Great. Thanks. Next thing I know I'm in a ball-park.. but I'm not in it, I'm part of it. I'm part of a postcard picture of a ballpark. My postcard is being held by a hand with a white glove on it. I think it might be God. I think I'm getting scared. I'm not really sure though. I think I have a stomach ache. Or maybe I can just feel my stomach. Who really cares right?
Damn. I'm so far away from my body right now and I can't stop realizing it. My stomach is somehow with me though. What the fuck is going on and who am I? Am I God? No. I'm part of God though aren't I? Yeah. I am part of everything. I can see myself holding hands and my eyes haven't blinked. I'm falling really fast but I like it. It's really nice to go this fast. I wonder if I'm in a convertible. That would make sense. I can't see anything anymore. I can just feel everything.
Religion is a controversy for what reason? To satisfy the oddballs who need something to gripe about. Hey, God. Are you there still? Well I don't actually know if you were ever there, or even if you ever will be, but I need to ask you a favor. Are you listening? I need you to make the picture a little smaller okay? My eyes aren't that big. I wonder if the size of your eyes control how much you can see. Well, if not.. maybe it's positional. If so go ahead and just put my eyes in a more convenient location okay? I really like seeing everything all at once like this.
Fuck. If everything is black does that mean my eyes are closed? I can't tell. Maybe I can. No, I don't want to try. I never want to just see my tunnel vision again. I don't want to question my beliefs anymore. Maybe I'm on heroin. Naw, I don't think I'd ever do heroin. What's heroin feel like? Surely not this. I'm on something I'm pretty sure. I have to be. Otherwise why can't my eyes open?
Oh yeah. ---rip--- Yeah. I'm back. Wow.. and I thought salvia was a short trip.. that took for-fucking-ever. Oh well, worth every minute. Wait, holy shit. I took it at 10:00 and it's only 10:19? Amazing.
I've done salvia many times since this and have had trips just as powerful as this one, though none near as religious. I always feel as if Im part of a big picture though. I recommend always having a sitter, because you never know when you'll go over your limit. You just may end up thinking your falling, and actually be.
-Encatuse