dTruk wrote:wow...
had a really fucked up salvia trip yesterday...quite dissapointed as its the first time i reeeeaaaaaalllly didnt enjoy it.
same 40x as before and i must have put quite a lot in the bong-- by the 2nd 20 second hit i could feel myself feeling funny--by the fourth i was completely somewhere else...
thats one of the only down sides to salvia i think when your not completely ready for it. you have no time to slip into that weird state it just grabs you and throws you in the deep end immediately.
so basically i'm laying on my bed and there's stripey green and blue curtains and the window to my left side.
only now it feels like i'm wrapped up in these curtains cos the bottom bit of them is rigght by my side...in my mind iwas basically inside the roll like when you roll a carpet.
and the other thing that made it weirder was that although i was laying down,
the X and Y axis in my mind for orientation was kinda this one combined thing.
in other words it felt like i was standing up against the bed/wall as well as laying down on it.
and cos that happend, the curtains now had this extra depth as well as height.
so now it felt like the curtians were going off into the distance and the stripes to me were imagined as crops in a feilf of some sort.
but that wasnt even the weird bit, it felt as if 'it' was telling me to go to the next room.
like really agressively wanting me to go "to the next room!!!!"
in my mind i was like "no...no...you cant be serious...you cant be seriois!"
really fucking agitated by the whole thing--
it also felt like i was on the edge of one of those kids tv programmes where the set is al themed and inflatable and they're doing challenegs and stuff...
it also felt a bit like a supermarket ( basically it feels like a million random thoughts at the same time)
anyway, this next room 'it' spoke of was through my bedroom door.
but to make matters a million times worse, above my door i've spray painted the KFC man but with my artist/tag name 'dTr' as the letters.
aswell as quite a few various street signs,exit and no smoking signs that i've gradually 'collected'
so there i am looking at this door i was being shouted at to go through, which also happens to be the body of dual headed KFC cournel.
Only the bastards really didnt want to help me. i remember being like "nah this isnt right at all, why is this!?"
to which they just didnt want to reply...they basically shook of my question as if to say, "this is your problem not mine"
and obviusly that really fucked me over. by this point i literally had no concept of where i was or what was on the otherside of my bedroom door and i was scared shitless fearing for my own saftey.
you know when you get to that stage through any drug, you've gone a bit too far.
but yeah i must have been in this 'place' for a good five minutes before the last ounce of sanity inside of me reminded me i was just tripping out.
started reassuring myself this was all bullshit then i steered the trip back into the weird but much more pleasant things.
after that it was weird, but the 'fun' kinda weird you expect...only i had the backround feeling of "ok if i do it this way, 'they'/'it' wont 'punish' me.
basically felt as if the trip was a higher authority/ teacher who would punnish me if i stept out of line.
although i've had pleasnt trips and experuiences on it before ,in all honesty, i think i went into the the trip expecting too much from it and my mindstate was probably too juvenile and child-like...so in return, this thing treated me as such and 'roughend' me up by scaring the shit out me.
lesson learned:
salvia is something you reaaaaaalllly have to wait for the right time to take. you have to be feeling perfect (i also had an empty stomach)
also, unless your surroundings are like a candy floss pillow mountain, try and find a room/place/feild where there's a minimal of visual distrations.
my downfall is that my room had all this distracting shit and it wasnt dark enough for my my sight to block it out...
next time i'll wait till it's pitch blank so i have an empty canvas to work with.
