DOSE:		smoked	Salvia divinorum
		smoked	Cannabis
		oral	Pharms - Cetirizine	(daily)
		oral	Estradiol	(daily)
		oral	Amphetamines	(daily)
		oral	Guanfacine	(daily)

BODY WEIGHT:

176 lb

I am a rather experienced psychonaut. I've been using meditation to explore my mind since at least the age of 12. I have had a tulpa for the past 9 to 10 years, I have a lot of experience with meditation-induced internal hallucinations, a little bit with external hallucinations, and also lucid dreaming. I also experienced ego death once due to a combination of sleep deprivation, dehydration, and physical exhaustion, though this was unintentional.

It's mostly internal hallucinations that I'm experienced with, however. I've been interested in using substances in my psychonautics, but they were always out of my reach (for obvious reasons) as a kid, and it didn't occur to me until recently that I'm an adult and I can seek out drugs and take them. So in the past few months, I've tried alcohol, LSA, DPH (Benadryl), and salvia. I had actually tried cannabis before this, but not many times. None of these substances really gave me what I was looking for at first. Alcohol on its own isn't really useful for psychonautical purposes (though I think I understand how people get addicted to it now), LSA is underwhelming (though pleasant, especially with alcohol), DPH mainly gives unpleasant external hallucinations and heart palpitations, and salvia did almost nothing for me when I first tried it. These experiences were unsatisfying because I've been looking to return to what I experienced during ego death. Namely, I saw a goddess and she communicated with me and I felt a universal love flow through me and everyone else.

The first time I tried salvia, as I said, I didn't really feel much, other than a sense of gravity in my lower body, and after a particularly large hit, a bit of dizziness and confusion. I smoked somewhere between 5 and 7 bowls that day. At first, because I'm not experienced with smoking, I just took the leaves and shoved them into the bowl before lighting up. I started with a pipe, and I was going slowly, taking my time to get through a bowl.

I didn't feel much but a slight buzz, so I switched to using a bong and tried to smoke as much as I could in as short a period as possible. This is when I got that dizziness and confusion, but it faded fast, and I returned to that sort of buzzed state. I kept trying to repeat what I did to try to get it to go further, but it just wasn't happening, and I felt like a psycho for smoking what was probably 7 bowls of salvia in front of my dad and just barely feeling anything. Throughout all this, I was in the garage with my dad, which is set up sort of like a living room outside of the house, but you can smoke in it. We were listening to some Grateful Dead and Stevie Ray Vaughn. Not really artists I listen to a lot, but it is up my alley. Different people were coming and going (but not a lot of people), and it was rather relaxed.

After all that salvia doing nothing, I decided to smoke some weed, since I knew I was sensitive enough to it to get high, though I had never properly smoked it before. My dad packed a bowl with whatever was in the grinder and went in the house. I was emboldened by the fact that I hadn't burned my throat at all while smoking that huge quantity of salvia, so I lit up and tried to take a giant rip. However, my lungs seemed to have different plans. Before I fully inhaled, I began to feel my throat contract. I thought it was an allergic reaction, since I hadn't reacted that way to the salvia, but I later realized it was actually just that I had burned my throat. I guess marijuana smoke is hotter than salvia smoke. It makes sense in hindsight, since they have completely different chemical profiles. Either way, I went inside and took two tablets of generic DPH and went to my room and hung around for a while. Things started to pick up from there in terms of effects. I mostly experienced mental fog to the point that I couldn't even comprehend anything that I read, so I went to bed. When I woke up in the morning, I was still all fogged up, so I skipped class. I could, however, at least read properly. It was unique from a hangover, but not by much. Mostly in where in my brain it felt like I was hurting. I waited for it to go away, and that was that.

The second time, I was alone in the garage on I think a Saturday night. I smoked a couple bowls the same way I had previously and experienced absolutely nothing besides a light dizziness, so I gave up and went to bed, and felt nothing in the morning.

The third time was about two weeks later. I had decided that my bowls weren't packed tightly enough. I wasn't getting enough salvia in one hit, and the time to pack another bowl was too long for the short duration of the effects. I couldn't use the grinder because it was full of weed already, so I decided to use the coffee grinder I had used to crush morning glory seeds when preparing an LSA extract. Because of this, there may have been a (very) small amount of LSA mixed into the result. It kind of worked, but it didn't work well enough, so I moved everything into a mortar (which, as far as I know, was clean) and ground it with a pestle. This took a while, but I got it down into a rather fine powder. Probably too fine, even. It adhered to my fingers and left marks on the things I touched. Regardless, I grabbed some more leaves, cut them up with scissors, and ground them in the mortar until I had a decent amount of powder. I put this powder in a bag and took it to the garage.

This time, I was alone, because it was around 1 AM. I was just a little spooked out by how dim it was when I came in, and the sounds of the rain and the wind moving things around outside sounding like footsteps occasionally. Despite this, my mood remained overall rather calm and I focused on the things I wanted to focus on. I packed my bowl, though the powder was so fine that some of what I first put in fell out into the bong water. I filled the bowl to the very top, and smoked it as fast as I could without hurting myself. I waited a few moments and nothing seemed to happen, so I decided to grab a little bit of weed and smoke it. I didn't fill the whole bowl, I just put a little bit in, and then I smoked a bit of it. I can't give exact amounts because I hadn't bothered with a scale, but it was really not much. I started feeling something, and my tulpa didn't want me to smoke any more (I'm an alcoholic, and she doesn't want me getting addicted to anything else), so I didn't. I got up and this is when the experience that made me write this report started.

I started to hear things. Innocuous yet inexplicable things. I heard the sound of the dog walking across the floor nearby when she couldn't have been there. I also heard my dad's voice say something short and indistinct. I turned off the lights and started walking back inside. Either between turning the lights off and reaching the door, or then and reaching the door to the house. Either way, my sense of time had become very distorted. It felt like things were taking a lot longer than they were. I started seeing things in my head like short dreams. At first, I was disconnecting from reality to see them and losing awareness, but as it progressed, it became less jarring. One particular thing that sticks out is when I was walking up the stairs, it felt like the infinite stairs from Super Mario 64, because of the time distortion. This then made me imagine in these visions that I was climbing said stairs. As I got to the 90 degree turn in them in reality, the dream stairs took a seemingly non-Euclidean 270 degree turn into themselves. I was still trying to understand what was happening, so I thought of it at the time as a fourth dimensional infinite staircase, like they were a Klein bottle that I had somehow escaped. With that thought, I started thinking about hypercubes, and in the dream, it was like I walked into a hypercube into a series of hallways. None of the dream hallways resembled the actual hall, but they were definitely informed by the fact that I was actually walking down a hallway. I eventually made it to my door, and as I opened it, in the dream, I was opening a door from an underground structure out into the trenches of an active battlefield. I closed the door and sat down in my chair and started trying to use my computer.

I had noticed that I was acting rather normally in the real world, despite my confusion about what was happening. I knew that the hallucinations weren't real, because they didn't conform to my expectations of reality. And yet they felt encompassing. And simultaneously, I was in reality, seeing and hearing my surroundings accurately, and responding to them appropriately, as well as performing the actions that I wished to perform. I realized then that, despite the earlier auditory hallucinations, I wasn't actually getting mixed up at all about reality and hallucination anymore. Once I realized that I could trust that instinct, things became more clear. I was basically just dreaming with my eyes open while going about my business. I reasoned that the reason for the time dilation was that because I was dreaming while awake, both the information from my dreams and my external sensory perception was being inserted into my short term memory. It felt a lot like when you're really tired and you're sitting down somewhere and you close your eyes and you start drifting off, and there's a dream starting, so you remember the conscious-to-dreaming process, but then you catch yourself and jolt awake, but happening continuously, and I didn't have to close my eyes or go into a daze. This being the case, I was able to document a lot of things as they happened. It was a lot like if I was able to write a dream journal at the same time as I was dreaming. Anyways, the effect started to wane after about 2 to 3 hours, so I went to bed. I do not know why it lasted so long. It should not have, based on what I've read, but it also should have worked before smoking weed based on what I read, too. It's probably either an interaction with one of the medications I take (which I will list shortly) or some unique trait of my own biochemistry.

When I woke up, it was about 7 AM. 6 hours since I had smoked. I was still pretty high but the dream stuff wasn't happening, which wasn't too surprising, but I decided to get up and take my meds. Every morning, I take 37.5mg Mydayis (amphetamine salt combo), 10mg Zyrtec (cetirizine hydrochloride), 25mg spironolactone, and 2mg estradiol. Each night, I also take spiro and estradiol, as well as 4mg guanfacine ER. I got up and started doing things, but I was very tired and still feeling high, so I went back to bed and decided to interact with my tulpa. This was 12 hours after smoking, and I could still feel it. We rapidly shifted through dream-like scenarios (which is unusual for us) until we ended up in four at once, all playing off the same themes as each other. It was very odd. I got up again, and the dream thing started to come back, but more subtly. I started writing this report after browsing the internet for a while. As I am writing now, it has been 19 hours since I smoked, and I can still feel something, but it's better described as a hangover than a high.

Exp Year: 2023	ExpID: 117666
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 22
Published: Mar 9, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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