This guy, u_, visited his friend d_ recently, and they tried smoking
salvia d. while tripping on L.
Having tried salvia alone before, u_ smoked approximately 4 large hits
of salvia. d_ smoked two.
The following script starts approximately 15 seconds after the toking.
It's the best u_ could recall, and not guaranteed to be in any real
semblance of the order in which things happened.
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d_: [looking very troubled] "will i ever see t_ again?"
u_: "huhnh?"
d_: "will i ever see t_ again?"
u_: "oh, yeah, you'll see her again. we just took some drugs."
at this point u_ moves toward d_ to help comfort him.
the environment has become very frenzied and confused.
d_: "okay, i'm okay."
u_ isn't convinced and starts to sit down beside d_.
d_: "no, really, i'm okay now."
u_: "are you sure?"
d_: "yeah."
u_ sits back down in the chair facing d_.
Now u_ isn't sure what's happening. Maybe he's standing. Maybe he's
gone into another room. Everything he sees seems to be reflected off
mercury and he seems to be everywhere at once. He can't tell anything
else from himself, nor can he tell where d_ ends and he himself begins.
For a moment (that's just a loose term, as u_ also notices that time
seems to have gone away) it seems that he and d_ are standing facing
each other, each with his head emerging from the molded mercury surface
of everything, the surface of a pool at about shoulder height.
It feels like he's inside this vast reflective and liquid container, and
at the same time it feels like he *is* the vast reflective liquid space.
there seems to be only one surface to the Universe.
d_: "what's happening?"
u_: "time..."
d_: "what do you think is happening?"
u_: "time...what did we do?"
d_: "what did we do?"
u_ is scared, really scared, can't grasp anything, has to let go, no
control, like death. It seems to u_ like so many things are happening
at once, like so many possibilities are realizing right now. Some part
of him is aware of going into the kitchen, he remembers standing, but
each time he flashes into what looks like consensusland he's still
sitting in the chair, facing d_. Some event horizon washes powerful
undertow back and forth. Sometimes it looks like consensus is returning,
then he gets washed back into the tide.
u_ sees the waves as thick moving layers peeling past and whipping
forward. He's at their mercy, and he stops believing "normal" is coming
back. He stops believing he'll ever get out. This is partly to prevent
disappointment, to prevent being continually fooled by the comings and
goings of the waves.
The waves seem to be separating somewhat, although u_ has no idea how
"far apart" they are. It just seems like there's more "time" in between
"timelessnesses".
d_ talks about experiencing something like a multilayered twisted cigar.
He tries to explain it, but never seems satisfied with the description.
d_: "what do you think is happening?"
u_: "i don't know. time..."
d_: "i think it's the music. maybe if we turn off the music."
u_ realized how frenzied the music is. They were listening to something
very rhythmic and full of samples and chaos. u_ looks at the stereo,
which is right beside him.
d_ swims across the gap and turns off the stereo. The room tames down
slightly.
u_ can't believe how well d_ seems to be doing. u_ is still very helpless.
The room continues to echo the last sounds of the music...this goes on for
a long time. Every sound echoes like this.
d_: "do you hear---"
u_: "---the echo? yeah, the music is still echoing---"
d_: "did you notice how aural it all is?"
u_ is still grappling with the undertow.
d_: "wow, that hits you like a hammer!"
u_: "yeah! i didn't expect this..."
d_: "i didn't expect this..."
d_: "i think maybe if it weren't for the music...i think we were focusing
on each other and freaking out."
u_: "yeah..."
u_: "i've never been that far before...i couldn't tell you from me..."
u_: "can i touch your hand?"
d_ puts out his hand, and u_ grabs it. There's no reassurance in the
touch.
d_: "what's that?"
u_: "our hands."
d_ questions u_ as to whether he'd call it a death/rebirth experience; but
u_ can't really decide. u_ starts to deny, starting to say that he didn't
have any control, then realizes this is what death would be like.
u_ tries to talk, but for the next hour or so there seem to be five second
gaps between all of his words. Finding words is very difficult. The
waves keep coming for probably 30 to 45 minutes, further and further apart,
but not much more navigable than before.
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u_ says this experience was somewhat reminescent of DMT, but during the
evening said something to the effect of "but it was more like i waved to
DMT as i went past."
d_ pointed out that u_ had never smoked DMT while peaking on acid either.
Good point.
u_ describes this as the most intense psychedelic experience he's ever had,
says he's got a new respect for salvia d. He doesn't recommend the
experience, due to it's frightening intensity, but may try it again.
u_ isn't a terribly experienced psychonaut, compared to many he knows.
He was troubled at not knowing what he was doing/had done during a good
portion of the beginning of the experience. It felt very much as though
he'd gotten up and walked around, but there was no evidence of him having
done so.