DOSE:	1 hit	smoked	Salvia divinorum	(extract)
	1 hit	smoked	Salvia divinorum	(extract)
	1 hit	smoked	Salvia divinorum	(extract)

BODY WEIGHT:

125 lb

This was my first and only experience with salvia. I will never forget it, though I would kind of like to.

I took a large hit but was afraid to hold it in for too long. I wanted to first get a subtle sense of its effects. I began tingling all over and my vision began to dim as though I was losing consciousness. I lost myself for a brief moment and as the room began coming back into focus, I saw my roommates looking at me and laughing. I did not understand why. I had no recollection of smoking the salvia. After a few seconds of complete confusion, I realized what had happened. I was ready to find out what it was really about.

This time I decided to take a large hit and hold it in for as long as I could. As I held in the smoke, I began to feel the same tingling and dimming. I do not remember exhaling. What followed was incredibly hard to put into words- like a dream where the overall feeling or essence of the dream has much more significance and substance than its actual sensory content- like a voice yelling to you from a distance, but you don't actually hear the voice. You feel it.

It began with a feeling of rotation. I was rotating rapidly to the side, around my feet, until I reached a membrane- a two dimensional surface that had a tiny mesh pattern, like fabric but rigid. I felt as if my body- and especially my face, was heating and liquifying as it was violently forced through this membrane. I passed through it more easily as the hole ratio of the mesh began to expand to become like that of a net or laundry basket. In fact, I had an incredibly vague understanding that it actually was a large plastic basket. There were millions more just like it, but i was assigned to pass through this one specifically.

At this point, my physical body was no more. I felt like I was existing in an entirely different space. There were planes of color- different colors, but they were not recognizable- like they were colors I had never seen before (or maybe i had never even seen any colors at all)  and they were constantly changing and at times existing as multiple colors simultaneously. I began to feel like I was not alone. There were several entities around me that were suddenly becoming aware that I had entered their space. Though they had no specific form, I vaguely perceived them to be large, colorful, amorphous faces that were integrated into the landscape. They were resentful about my presence. I was not supposed to be there because I was not one of them.

I became aware of my body again- except it was not my body. I was a stiff cylinder- the base of which was adhered to a solid surface that was spinning forward. I was one of millions of the same. We were flexible bristles attached to a massive wheel- like some sort of giant scrubbing machine. This understanding was complete with the feeling that my face (or the tip of my bristle) was scraping against a surface- another plasticky surface. I didn't understand what this was, or its significance. I only understood that it was significant. I was experiencing the true nature of the universe and my role in it. The universe was some sort of machine- a physical machine that  was purportedly made of moving parts- gears and belts and wheels and levers, moving in unison and unstoppably. It was both microscopic and massively infinite. I felt as though I was witnessing the inner-workings of everything, but I did not have the mental capacity to understand it fully. There were moments of complete clarity, sandwiched between periods of confusion- like trying to remember a dream, and the explanation being on the tip of your tongue, but ultimately it is lost.

As I came back into consciousness, I was still rotating forward. My body pushed through the ground, through the wall, and through the sofa on which I was seated. The room was long, like a hallway. The wall across the distance was locked in place as I, the sofa, and the wall behind me moved toward it. I came back into reality saying, 'wait.' I wasn't ready to come back. I felt I was on the verge of understanding it.

I felt terrible. My thoughts jumped around trying to remember what I had experienced. All I knew for certain was that it was bad. It was dark and scary. What I had seen was somehow the truth and it was not a pleasant one. I didn't want to talk to my friends about it. I didn't know how to explain it. I felt that I could take another hit, ready and more aware of what would happen, and I would be able to fully explore the place I had seen, and really draw some conclusions. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I excused myself, took the pipe into my room, turned off the lights, took a large hit, held it and laid down in bed. Everything about the initial feeling was the same- this time, cognitively triggered by even the taste and smell of the smoke itself. The feeling was so familiar, and familiarly unexplainable- complete with vague notions of plastic mesh, exclusive entities and machine parts- except this time it was less clear, with less details, and harder to remember. It left me feeling emotionally dragged down and now physically strange.

After this third hit, I determined I had no desire to ever do it again. When you wake from a dream, it is hard to remember specific details, but the overall feeling sticks with you. This was no different.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 96074
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 25
Published: Oct 11, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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