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I really wanted to like salvia. I smoked some 25x extract (from the sage wisdom shop). I smoked an entire dose, or at least, what comes packaged as on dose. (i think it's 1/20th of a gram). I took it in two, deep, full, long inhales.
I had a couple minutes of altered perception. I didn't have m glasses on, and the fuzzy shapes of the shadows on my cieling became a moving, waving ocean of medicine pills. I threw my arm around in circles, swinging it wildly around....then I came down.
I walked into the other room. (I really sort of staggered.) I diagnosed some of my odd feelings (hot under the collar, dizzy) as being related to my diabetes: I get these feelings when my blood sugar drops, and I found I was right, and rectified the situation. (Note that low blood sugar came have a litany of effects, and they can last for a while after the sugar has been corrected.)
I noticed my vision was altered, and that time was passing at a very odd, stuttering pace. But nothing mind-blowing, no new ways of seeing things. I was very disappointed.
So I took another dosage pack (same strength extract). A little miffed that the first one hadn't worked, I smoked the entire thing in one ripping, deep inhale. I fell back on my bed, and lost myself. The lights on the ceiling. On the wall. I didn't know where I was, or why the fuck this curtain of beads had covered my vision. (I have awful, awful vision, and, with my glasses off, anything I could see was heavily blurred.)
I started freaking out. The beads were covering everything. They became everything. I knew I was freaking out, and tried to find something I could focus on, something I recognized. I couldn't. Couldn't figure out what the hell the lights were on either side of my bed (actually reflections from clocks, my computer, etc., but in the dark and my blurry vision, nothing.) There was a crowd of people, (where, I don't know) that was....not watching me, but waiting, talking among themselves, like a crowd before a rock concert, and I was the star. The beads wrapped around my arm and my throat and, instead of talking, all I had were beads pouring out of my mouth.
I stood up as the beads consumed the wall next to me. I started goose stepping around my bedroom, checking where the beads had gotten in to, and what they were doing. I passed a lighted corridor, then doubled back and took the corridor into my living room, except I couldn't identify it as such, and there were people there waiting for me, talking to each other but I couldn't hear them. I didn't talk because they couldn't hear me. They didn't notice I was there.
I saw a blue sofa. I recognized it. Found myself. Started to come down. Walked back into the bedroom. Put my glasses on.
I had an intense experience, but I didn't know what to expect, and when it happened, I freaked. I think if I had let the beads wash over me, instead of running away, I would have had a different experience. I also think I might be a salvia hardhead. I took what appears to be pretty large dose (compared to what others online have said) and, while I did trip out, it wasn't until a second, equal dose that I really lost reality. Even then, it didn't last very long, and I didn't gain any insight.
I feel (deeply feel, in a spiritual sense) that I have a lot to learn from psychedelic experiences. I want to see things outside of myself.
Any tips, or comments would be much appreciated. I didn't have the experience I wanted, and I'm not sure if it was me or the drug. Thanks for your help.
I had a couple minutes of altered perception. I didn't have m glasses on, and the fuzzy shapes of the shadows on my cieling became a moving, waving ocean of medicine pills. I threw my arm around in circles, swinging it wildly around....then I came down.
I walked into the other room. (I really sort of staggered.) I diagnosed some of my odd feelings (hot under the collar, dizzy) as being related to my diabetes: I get these feelings when my blood sugar drops, and I found I was right, and rectified the situation. (Note that low blood sugar came have a litany of effects, and they can last for a while after the sugar has been corrected.)
I noticed my vision was altered, and that time was passing at a very odd, stuttering pace. But nothing mind-blowing, no new ways of seeing things. I was very disappointed.
So I took another dosage pack (same strength extract). A little miffed that the first one hadn't worked, I smoked the entire thing in one ripping, deep inhale. I fell back on my bed, and lost myself. The lights on the ceiling. On the wall. I didn't know where I was, or why the fuck this curtain of beads had covered my vision. (I have awful, awful vision, and, with my glasses off, anything I could see was heavily blurred.)
I started freaking out. The beads were covering everything. They became everything. I knew I was freaking out, and tried to find something I could focus on, something I recognized. I couldn't. Couldn't figure out what the hell the lights were on either side of my bed (actually reflections from clocks, my computer, etc., but in the dark and my blurry vision, nothing.) There was a crowd of people, (where, I don't know) that was....not watching me, but waiting, talking among themselves, like a crowd before a rock concert, and I was the star. The beads wrapped around my arm and my throat and, instead of talking, all I had were beads pouring out of my mouth.
I stood up as the beads consumed the wall next to me. I started goose stepping around my bedroom, checking where the beads had gotten in to, and what they were doing. I passed a lighted corridor, then doubled back and took the corridor into my living room, except I couldn't identify it as such, and there were people there waiting for me, talking to each other but I couldn't hear them. I didn't talk because they couldn't hear me. They didn't notice I was there.
I saw a blue sofa. I recognized it. Found myself. Started to come down. Walked back into the bedroom. Put my glasses on.
I had an intense experience, but I didn't know what to expect, and when it happened, I freaked. I think if I had let the beads wash over me, instead of running away, I would have had a different experience. I also think I might be a salvia hardhead. I took what appears to be pretty large dose (compared to what others online have said) and, while I did trip out, it wasn't until a second, equal dose that I really lost reality. Even then, it didn't last very long, and I didn't gain any insight.
I feel (deeply feel, in a spiritual sense) that I have a lot to learn from psychedelic experiences. I want to see things outside of myself.
Any tips, or comments would be much appreciated. I didn't have the experience I wanted, and I'm not sure if it was me or the drug. Thanks for your help.
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