Quote Originally Posted by ate
Salvia is very loving.

So you can launch with it's use into the other awareness, or if you are not used to it, you can fight it without knowing and constantly experience a state of "going somewhere but never arriving" or flipping through fractalic state after fractalic state.

When you PROPERLY break-through, something amazing happens and she reveals to you something you've never seen before.

Not like. Something that you can then learn. But something that you can only understand while in the presence of this essence, (the salvia) and something that you can learn again and again and again, without ever knowing what you're going to learn each time. Like extending to the high state, and tapping into the part of the brain that is infinite, and then manifesting from the potential, absolutely ANYTHING that is at the time considered UNKNOWN.

Whatever is lying in shadow in your mind is experienced in dream form.
Thats exactly what happens to me, every time. I have that feeling of "going somewhere but never ariving" I've actually noted it being the same thing last time I smoked. Every time I smoke salvia I have this feeling like something is supposed to happen, but never does. All this anticipation building up and there's no release, leaving me quite dissapointed compared to how my friends trip on the stuff. One time I took a couple big hits and I started seeing waves. I started having tunnel vision and saw a figure at the end telling me to "come". Thats probably the furthest I felt I've gone....

Is there any way not to resist? I don't conciously think im resisting but I must be...

*EDIT* Don't get me wrong, I still trip on the stuff. It's not like it doesn't effect me. Ususally what happens is I take the hit and feel it coming. I notice my mouth feels really strange and that funky salvia taste. I usually get quite hot, sometimes sweating, and nothing even looks real anymore. Things seem to be made of some type of clay, putty, or sometimes cardboard and I feel like im being pulled in a certain direction. I look around in discomfort expecting something to happen and nothing ever does. I usually just begin to get ahold of myself and that was the end of the trip.