Salvia is maybe the most dangerous drug for someone like me. I don’t like feeling altered, never really enjoyed my experiences with marijuana because I wanted it to be over after awhile. But salvia? Intense hallucination but it only lasts like 15 minutes? Sign me up.
Back when it was legal I smoked some. Once it hit, the world kinda wobbled like the glass on the building in the Matrix after the helicopter crashes. I was in an easy chair. All the shadows in the room were orange and yellow static and then my TV, which was off, expanded to indefinite size, turning the wall to my left into a black void. My chair lifted up, turned, and I flew into that black void, which was outer space. I had a BLAST. I was yelling and hooting as I blasted through the cosmos. Then I backed out, my chair settled back into my living room. I felt thirsty and so wanted to get a drink from the jug of Kool-aid I’d made that was in the fridge. I stood up and was like 12-feet tall or something. I remember feeling like I was reaching down into what felt like a doll house fridge to retrieve the jug. As I drank, I returned to normal size. The trip was over, no side effects.
I never did it again. I figured I’d had a good experience and didn’t want to risk it. I had friends who did it and they felt like their skin was an itchy suit and they tried to unzip themselves to get out of it. Nope.
One of my best friends smoked some shortly after my experience. They were transported to Jurassic Park and were screaming for the Baby Jesus to run from a triceratops. “Run baby Jesus, RUN!” stands as one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard someone yell.
Salvia is maybe the most dangerous drug for someone like me. I don’t like feeling altered, never really enjoyed my experiences with marijuana because I wanted it to be over after awhile. But salvia? Intense hallucination but it only lasts like 15 minutes? Sign me up.
Back when it was legal I smoked some. Once it hit, the world kinda wobbled like the glass on the building in the Matrix after the helicopter crashes. I was in an easy chair. All the shadows in the room were orange and yellow static and then my TV, which was off, expanded to indefinite size, turning the wall to my left into a black void. My chair lifted up, turned, and I flew into that black void, which was outer space. I had a BLAST. I was yelling and hooting as I blasted through the cosmos. Then I backed out, my chair settled back into my living room. I felt thirsty and so wanted to get a drink from the jug of Kool-aid I’d made that was in the fridge. I stood up and was like 12-feet tall or something. I remember feeling like I was reaching down into what felt like a doll house fridge to retrieve the jug. As I drank, I returned to normal size. The trip was over, no side effects.
I never did it again. I figured I’d had a good experience and didn’t want to risk it. I had friends who did it and they felt like their skin was an itchy suit and they tried to unzip themselves to get out of it. Nope.
One of my best friends smoked some shortly after my experience. They were transported to Jurassic Park and were screaming for the Baby Jesus to run from a triceratops. “Run baby Jesus, RUN!” stands as one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard someone yell.
Ya, skip salvia. I’ve never had a harder trip I enjoyed less