Well, let me preface this by saying I’m a complete Salvia hard head. To even feel this substance, I need to take a good hit or two of 20x, after chewing on some of it’s resin. I’ve often taken up to an eighth of a gram of 50x stuff to no real harm… Which is insane. I’ve been trying to reduce my tolerance to the drug by taking a daily dose of 5x, about 0.2g each time… And, well, I guess it worked really well, as you’ll see here 🙂

Last night, I packed a tight bowl of my most recent 75x extract (Thats 150mg of salvinorin A per gram!) Opened the balcony door, and set up some fans. Prepared the iPod, got the song I liked playing, and lit up. The time was 11:40pm. In one complete breath, I took in the entire bowl of salvia, turned off the lights, and immediately got into bed. Somewhere between the time of getting into bed, and breathing out, I lost it. I forced myself to breathe out the last of the drug, and took a fresh breath, closed my eyes, and drifted into an almost paralyzed state.

I can’t quite describe this phenomena, but on Salvia, I often go to one of two places. My mood (or desires) seem to correspond with whichever place I end up. When I’m happy, I get lost in the physical manifestation of my music, rooms with walls of bright colour, or intertwining plants, all moving towards a common goal. Lyrics can take forever to complete, and they’re almost always visualized as circles enclosing on themselves, book pages turning or hours of conversation with many different people. When I’m upset or seeking advice, I get lost in an incredibly dark place, not dissimilar to a room with the lights off. A single entity or object accompanies myself in this room, to which I converse with, analyze, observe, manipulate or take back with me to reality. But, never have I experienced what was in store for me this night…

I honestly can’t think of words strong enough to describe what I was feeling by this point. For this, I’m sorry. It was probably thirty seconds after exhaling, and my grip on reality was fleeing fast. Every single syllable in the song I was listening to lasted a life-time. Single words took hours, if not DAYS to complete. I couldn’t look around the room I was in, because at this point, I was the room, and I hadn’t fully come into existence yet. You see, my two dimensional self was drawn, frame by frame, during each hour-long syllable of my music. Almost like watching a world come to life, in freeze frame photography. I was forming a circle, yet the room was square. Upon the completion of this geometrical violation, I drifted further into my trance.

With each passing moment taking months to complete, I felt more than human. I was literally above the constraints of space and time. An immediate sense of immortality came to me as I realized I was re-living or re-creating hundreds, if not thousands of full conversations, with hundreds of different people, every second. Real, imaginary, or shadow individuals without a definite ego were all communicating with me at the same time. And, somehow, I was able keep up with it all. I wasn’t a defined being through this, but a two dimensional plane of multiple points. It would seem that each section of myself was operating autonomously to keep up with the conversational demand. It was tiring. By this point, I had aged considerably. It seems my mind was conserving the principles of time after-all, as each conversation took it’s toll in me, as it would in real-life. I can’t describe what happened next, but I understood that my life had come to an end. I existed outside my body, no longer bound to life, death or existence whatsoever. I existed in a dark room, not dissimilar to the one described earlier. I was accompanied by a hexagonal structure: small, about palmsized. No lights, sound (not even my music could be heard at this point) feeling or taste was present. I would say, that this point in my experience was… Well, incredibly frightening

This sense of nothingness almost never came to an end. It felt like years before I regained my consciousness. When I finally did, my iPod had finished playing (I was listening to a three hour long goa trance mix). The time was roughly 2:45. I “awoke” took my earphones out, and went to bed. The next morning, upon pondering over the immense feeling of nothing, I decided I had probably fallen asleep. It turns out that the hexagonal shape was a bastardized version of the molecular schematic for Salvinorin A.