Salvia reports

[JD1stTimer]

Well, maybe it was a mistake, but last night my friend asked me to bring it back and he used 1/8th of whatever was left (originally 1 gram), then I used 1/2 the amount he used, and I got goatse'd again.  I think it would be imprudent to tell what I saw on a public forum.  I'm going to remove the mp3 I posted earlier if I have the privilege to do so, if not can a moderator please remove it for me?  Thank you.  This really will be the last report I post, I might discuss what's already here if anyone wants more information.

[Arcygenical]

Has anyone else had the problem of regular life experiences not even living up to a salvia experience?

No, not with Salvia. However, I was stupid one night and had a large dose of laced weed (on top of a low salvia dose) and what I saw that night was so incredibly scary and psychotically destructive... Well... aha, I don't know if I want to get into it.

[JD1stTimer]

Arcy, what's the deal with laced weed? A friend and I got some once and he ended up puking in the back yard and I had no self-control whatsoever and a hangover-type feeling for hours afterwards.  Later he said he found out it was laced with GHB.  Damn drug dealers, why can't they be like all the other law-abiding businesses..ohh.. yeah, that's right.  Anyway, the thing I saw that was soooo eye-gougingly terrible was really not that bad once I realized what it was.  I was just unprepared for it, and looking back on it I am actually surprised that I stumbled onto it from lighting a plant in a pipe.  I haven't used salvia since the 27th though, and I don't think I will smoke it again for a long time.  I am curious about the quid method though... you can use extracts under the tongue right?  From what I've read sublingual is a lot milder than smoking, but longer lasting.  I might try to take the amount I smoked under the tongue, maybe with some hard liquor.  If it gets overpowering can I spit it out and come back quickly or will I be forced into it for 20 minutes once things start getting salviated?

[Arcygenical]

Yeah, laced weed was definitely the worst thing I've ever come across. I'm not entirely sure what it was, but I'm almost positive it wasn't GHB... It felt more like crack, or acid than anything.

The girl who supplied it felt so bad that she took care of me the entire night. She said I was mumbling disturbing mantras (I believe it was the Lord's Prayer, since, although I'm not Christian, it's the only thing my birth mother taught to memorize), and breathing faster than she had ever seen. Everything was foggy to me. She made me walk outside and sit on a bench (winter) while she talked with some friends. The conversation I heard was quite hilarious... It was the same line repeated over, over and over again, for literally half an hour (we were outside for all of 5m). Everything was fuzzy and felt "round". I had no sense of my bodily boundaries (Hands and legs felt detached, if not miles away from my torso). My lungs burnt like all hell, and I couldn't keep more than 1 eye open at any time, so I lost any sense of the third dimension.

As for quidding, yeah, it works fine. I'd prefer to make a tincture, since, as an American (Are you?) you have easy access to grain alcohol. Note, this method tastes horrible, and takes at least 10m to come into effect. Good luck :p.

[JD1stTimer]

I know I can get Everclear (190 proof), straight ethanol I'm not sure about.  Even in the states laws vary from state to state.  That experience sounds HORRIBLE.  I sure wish we could buy anything we wanted from legitimate businesses.  Oh, and since you wanted to know what I saw, it was like a strange pea-green glowing ball of plasma that had spikes and jets erupting from it, it reminded me of that cold fusion project Doc Ock was working on in Spiderman.  It had very wierd vibes coming off of it, and I thought it was hilarious, and yet it made me feel sick to look at it.  I was under the sincere belief that having looked at it could have done permanent damage to my soul, and I felt as though I relived some sort of extremely ancient ritual involving the manipulation of life and death.  It had a name but I couldn't say it.  In the spirit language it was in, it was like our word fuck, but wherever it came from, it's a much much more offensive word, and the beings there are very afraid of encountering this thing.  Then I saw a plan of how to get what I wanted vis-a-vis my loneliness problem, and it involved trickery, manipulation, and coercion, and the fuck thing told me it's OK to use those tactics to get what I want, that if I did it right she would fall in love with me anyway and be better off, and as long as I treated her right after that no one would think anything bad about it.  I also felt a strange orgasmic experience, and I saw myself and a faceless woman wandering around in bathrobes brushing our teeth and we were both in a feeling of afterglow and peace so profound it wasn't even like anything I have experienced in my life.  When I was coming out I kept telling my friend "OMG, I saw the Fuck! I can't believe I never saw it until now (I just turned 28). Some Mexicans have the Fuck in a pipe and they use it to find lost keys and shit! OMG"  I repeated these two sentences like five times, and I was asking him if he knew what I was talking about, and if I should call my dad to ask for advice about what to do with it.  Then I thought that there is a worldwide conspiracy to stop young men from ever seeing the Fuck in the hopes that it would accomplish some population control scheme, and if they knew where I saw it they would try to eradicate Sally from the earth.  Then for two days I couldn't sleep because I thought that my soul had been permanently tarnished, and that I was in some grave physical danger that could be averted by the presence of a lady in the house.  I almost called up a girl I don't even know all that well to beg her to let me spend the night.  I'm sure you can understand now why I don't want to go that far at least in the near future, and why I didn't want to talk about it.  In my next post I'll explain what I think actually happened.

[JD1stTimer]

My parents always wanted me to stay "their little boy", and our family was extremely sexually repressive.  They never encouraged me to date in high school, they never pressured me to get a job, and I always knew that they didn't want me to leave them at the age of 18.  I also know that they were pleased as punch that they never had to have "the talk".  Even now, I'm "the best son ever", just because I didn't give them any trouble at all throughout my teenage years.  Never mind the fact that I was draining their financial resources until they moved far away last year.  The only talk about sex I ever heard was how much they both regretted their early sex lives, and how terrible and sinful it is to commit the grave error of extramarital relations.  That was THE sex education in my house.  A combination of that upbringing, plus sexual abuse (Not from family BTW) as a child, and a delayed puberty (first erection at 16 yrs, no need to shave my face until early 20s), somehow thwarted the mental and emotional changes associated with adolescence, and my parents were not the least bit concerned, in fact they were happy as larks. Ever since I had my first heavy encounter with Salvia, I have thought that it strips off the layers of your psyche depending on how far you go, all the way to primitive animal states like a reptile, and then as you come back those layers get put back one at a time.  I believe that as my psyche was re-integrated, the adult layers of sex and family drives were actually realigned to a more healthy adult pattern instead of a child-like pattern.  I finally realize that I have ultimate responsibility for my actions, and that one day I REALLY WILL die and only if I have children can part of me continue to manifest on Earth.  The emotional turmoil of puberty was compressed into 30 minutes, and that's why it fucked me up so badly.  I finally felt the sex drive at the same level as the need for air and water, instead of just as a recreation and nothing more, which is how I have treated my sexuality until now.  I know now that I need a good female companion or I will be very unhealthy, and physical illness can even be a result. Look up the studies on monkeys who are isolated in the long term if you don't think it's true.  So anyway, now that I figured out what happened it is not troubling for me and I have slept quite well again, although I find myself hitting on any girl I see who's around the right age.  And at the store the other day I saw two girls, and they said to eachother "OMG, he's soo cute!".  Before this I thought I was very ugly and they must have been checking out someone else, but this time I realized they were talking about ME!  I'm very thankful for salvia, even though I experienced something which at the time was incredibly traumatic, it helped, not hurt me.  I'm still not sure I would want to go that far again though, but I guess if I am having a lot of trouble with my life I might seek out salvia's psyche-de/reconstruction again.

[Theelementja]

Woah, man that whole report was trippy..seeing the Fuck, don't even know what that is but I want to get to that level. Looks like Sally is trying to push you along, even that amazes me. I'm starting to see why those Shamans used it. You have the best experience report's man, so in depth and revealing, my plants come in today so maybe in about 2 months I'll be able to post mine and come up with some strange stuff.

So was the Fuck the green glowing ball with spikes? Or was it just a word you were using in your Sally world? I'm so curious to find out haha, its the most interesting thing I've heard about while someone walks with Sally.

[JD1stTimer]

Thanks for the kind compliments! I'm never sure if I'm just being accurate and detailed, or if I'm just blasting out TMI everywhere.  Yeah, the glowing green ball was the Fuck, but in Sally world it had an unspeakable name. It had all kinds of weird energy, it was at the same time the ultimate goodness AND evil, it was hilarious and incredibly frightening, and it was orgasmically pleasurable and gruesomely painful, all at the same time.  I attribute this to the fact that it represents sexuality, which as most adults know, CAN bring incredible torment or bliss into the world.  Take the people who catch AIDS or who throw babies in dumpsters for one example, or the people who just develop the deepest most valuable relationships with their partner, and have the smartest, kindest, most generous and successful children on the other hand.  Once I integrated this thing into a functional model of the mental challenges laying before me, my nightmares ended and my mental state has become SMOOTH AS SILK.  Even at work today every part of my job from carrying all the cases of material to filling out the stack of paperwork was effortless and done perfectly accurately.  I even added up columns of numbers in my head and my figures agreed with the calculator, which for me normally adding up numbers is a very difficult task.  Regardless of how painful it was, I would definitely do it over again if given the opportunity to go back in time.  I wouldn't want anyone to take it as a guarantee of their own results, as I'm sure everyone is variable on what their goals are and how much mental stress they can handle.  I don't doubt that if the boy who committed suicide had his mind warped as far as mine was it could have contributed to what happened.  The two days before I solved the puzzle were sheer hell for me.  Something nice about this experience though, was the sense of each journey being like a building block leading up to the next, in a very logical progression.  I relived infancy, early childhood, I felt the urge to look for my life partner, then in one vision I saw dogs playing with fireworks, holding sparklers in their paws, and I realize now that I was being warned that my understanding would be on the same level as a dog's understanding of human festivities, and that was exactly how it turned out.  It also seems that it got more pushy because it had to, as when I was told to find my Laxmi the first thing I did was ask an Indian friend who will be bringing me a brass idol in a couple of weeks.  It's like a slap to the face saying "NO, I did NOT mean you should buy a brass IDOL you DUMBASS! Your Laxmi is your SOULMATE!"  Like I say though, you have to analyze the visions for yourself, which can be especially difficult if you were in the amnesic levels.  Also, I am a very spiritual person and I meditate very easily.  I played a game once at a science museum where you put a headband on with two electrodes on your scalp, and it uses the brainwaves to move a ball down a track.  Two players go head to head, and whoever has the flattest EEG lines wins.  Most pairs that played had the ball go one way, then the other, but when I played the ball just moved steadily to the other side.  The onlookers said my brainwaves went almost flat as soon as my eyes were closed.  That was really fun.  By the way, if anyone is in Sarasota, FL, this contraption is at the G.WiZ museum, and they have lots of other cool stuff.  Okee, I'm rambling, I do that when I'm happy because I only have dogs to talk to.       

[JD1stTimer]

I decided to experiment with mucosal administration of salvinorin.  I took a small pinch (enough to cause level 6 if I smoked it) of extract, swished it in my mouth with a sip of wine and held it for thirty minutes.  As far as I could tell I got jack squat from it.  Although then I had the poor judgement to smoke it, and the wife in my best friend couple sat for me.  I felt my fingers start to melt and drip off, and the drops landed on the zipper of my jeans and my zipper started melting too.  I just had a teensy pinch because I was a bit leery of the possible combination from the sublingual dosage.  I came to without having actually done anything, and I told her that if I tried again I thought I was going to take my pants off.  I was also very sexually charged, although oddly I didn't notice if I had an erection.  I asked her if she would mind sitting for me a little bit longer, and I told her that I would try to keep my pants on, and she didn't seem too bothered.  This time I saw a man beating the ground with a stick, and a spirit told me that as long as I'm not trying to develop my love and family life, that I was as foolish as the guy beating the ground with a stick.  I told her about this, and she just got all negative and was totally blocking me with retorts about how "Yeah, but then what are you gonna do once you have kids and blah blah blah life has to be about more than just family", and I couldn't convince her that for me it wasn't more, that's all there is in life is your family and your legacy through your offspring.  That's just how I view the state of man on this Earth.  Then she said "Well, if that's true, then what are you going to see if you smoke salvia once you already have kids? Just nothing? You have to have higher goals for yourself that continue beyond your child raising".  I couldn't believe what I was hearing, it sounded like total tripe and bollocks.  To me there is nothing above that.  Everything else you do is just to bring you more success for your family life.  We argued about it, and she just tried to knock down my opinions, even though I constantly told her that it was just for me and I wasn't trying to say anything about her life.  Has anyone else out there dealt with someone being belligerent and trying to knock down what you experienced?  And why did I feel a kind of hostility coming from her? What is there in my beliefs that negatively affects her?