DOSE:	1 cig.	smoked	Wormwood
	3 hits	smoked	Salvia divinorum	(extract)

BODY WEIGHT:

150 lb

Immediately before this experience started, I smoked an entire joint of nothing but wormwood to myself. This caused me to feel very mildly, pleasantly stoned, but I don't believe it significantly influenced my experience once it officially started. Also, the Salvia I have is 40X which I purchased no less than 3 years ago. It has been sitting in a little plastic container for that time and I have noticed that the potency has decreased dramatically. If this were not the case, I'm sure I would have had a much more intense experience on the very first attempt.

I have been smoking Salvia on and off for almost 6 years, and in that time I've had almost 50 experiences. This experiment mirrored several of my past experiences. I started smoking at around 9:30pm and made three separate attempts. Each time I loaded more Salvia flakes into the bowl and tried to finish it all in one hit. I laid in bed blindfolded with the lights off for roughly 25 minutes before I got up and started writing. I wrote continuously and within 3 paragraphs I progressed from feeling very high to being more or less sober. The ellipses do not indicate that any time has passed, just that my consciousness has shifted gears.

The music I listened to is an album of collaboration between a Bulgarian women's choir (Angelite) and a group of Tuvan throat singers (Huun-Huur-Tu.) The album is called Fly, Fly My Sadness. I picked this album after about an hour of thinking about what I wanted to listen to. I wanted something trippy, but also some kind of world music. The song I describe in detail in this report is actually called Wave.

T+25:00 Still very high. Couldn't contain my thoughts for much longer without writing them down. I believe there is a dimension in which all of our actions and thoughts follow a higher order. This dimension, like ours, is musical. Usually we are not aware of the synchronicities on this higher dimension, but our thoughts and actions always to some extent follow certain laws of nature. Physical and mathematical though these laws may be, they are undoubtedly beautiful. When we awaken to the higher levels of connectedness we can take greater control in creating the music that is our lives.

I smoked some Salvia and found myself confronted with a dynamic physical reality outside of what I identified with 'me.' This included every sensation I was experiencing and the sound of my thoughts and speech. I instantly felt connected to all of humanity, even though I was alone. It was a process which was occurring to me, and being that it was somewhat mysterious, I felt some natural fear creeping into the experience.

If I tried to express my reservations about undergoing the process, my thoughts were immediately interrupted by more amazing realizations. This state exists outside of me blinking my eyes. It arises from the undisturbed awareness of every inch of my skin (which at this moment was amplified by a subtle sheet of sweat.) The fractal darkness behind my blindfold is shared by us all, is available to us all at any time (with the use of Salvia exclusively it seems) and it is completely, directionlessly aware of everything.

I'm not nearly as high now. I lay in bed with the lights off, blindfolded and listening to Angelite and Huun-Huur-Tu on my headphones. I don't know how long, maybe just over half of the album. During that time I took three separate but sizable hits from my bowl of Salvia. After the first hit, I felt myself melting into the fractal darkness that was, quite possibly, the collective unconscious itself. I felt connected through my thoughts and behavior and largely unconscious actions, to every point of awareness on this planet. This mostly involved humanity, of which I am a tiny part, but it was implied that this connection keeps going everywhere I might care to look.

I got over the ontological implications of this little tidbit rather quickly, as it seemed so self-explanatory (and it is an experience I've had more often than not during the first few minutes of a Salvia trip.) I embraced the notion of 'becoming one with everyone' but I knew there was more to it if I cared to explore. I smoked more Salvia and entered a world with small, bright, rainbow-lined eyes poking out of every corner.

I saw eyes everywhere, and surrounding every single one was a little fuzzy, living mound. These were the sort of mounds from which it seemed everything had been constructed. Another very common theme of Salvia trips in my experience. The eye mounds grouped together in organic, fractal, structural patterns. These 3-dimensional forms opened and closed before me and I realized I was sort of flickering my eyes. Because of this, the visuals actually sprung from the faint suggestion of light coming through my blinds and peeking up from the bottom of my blindfold.

I was highly aware of this, and the fact that I was still just laying in bed with a blindfold on smoking Salvia. This for some reason seemed to prevent the visuals from becoming any more intense. I was still a little dissatisfied and loaded more Salvia into the bowl. I had no difficulty doing this, but with the light on, I was more able to notice how intensified everything had become.

After torching the bowl and finishing it all off, I held the smoke in my lungs for as long as possible. I was thinking about the major difference between my previous two attempts. The first was so much more deeply emotionally engaging. It 'grabbed' me and pulled me into a reality I now am quite familiar with; the threshold Salvia universe of interconnectedness and relative confusion for whoever it was that just smoked some Salvia. I felt physically and emotionally connected with everyone, but saw virtually no closed eye visuals apart from a barely tangible 'fractalization' of the specks adorning the backs of my eyelids. On the other hand, the second attempt was only visual. I felt detached from what I was seeing. While it was quite impressive, I was in no way immersed in the experience like so many other Salvia trips, including the previous one.

So when I entered the third trip I was wondering if it would involve me again. As soon as this thought formed, I realized that its mere existence meant that yes, in fact, this trip would invade my personal space. I had timed it with what I definitely consider to be the most intense song on the album. It went like this: Bulgarian female voices undulated in repetitive, minimalist waves. This seemed to represent that entity which I now think of as the collective unconscious. It seemed to be physically manifested in front of me. It also represented the thought that I was part of this field of awareness and behavior; that I was inseparable from it. The very notion of the Salvia trip 'involving me personally' seemed to have transformed into that very indescribable notion of inexorability from all that is. And it was voiced by the female Bulgarian choir's agitated sea of sounds.

Then came a male Tuvan singer's voice, rising above the chaos and apparently expressing the emotions in my chest at this whole situation. He sang in a language I do not understand, and it may of course turn out that the lyrics have nothing to do with how I felt, but! I gained this intuition that it seemed so purposefully to coincide with my own otherwise inexpressible emotions at that time. Yes, I've listened to the album about a dozen times, but never like this - with headphones on and a head full of Salvia. I was clueless as to exactly where the song would take me next, and felt pulled along with its tensions which aligned perfectly with my own inner dialogue.

I needed no words to release my emotions. The music did it for me as I lay almost motionless, breathing very deeply. The reality with which I was interacting also existed apart from my breathing. I found it quite comfortable, when I exhaled completely, to rest in the peace of that breathless, motionless, omniconscious moment.

A tug of war was going on between the Bulgarian and Tuvan singers, or in my mind, the ground and figure respectively. The ground was the collective unconscious and my thoughts about melting into it. The figure was perhaps my ego, expressing its desire to remain separate and distinct, indeed to have the very capacity to express itself at all.

It was a very poignant tension. At times, the female voices would take over and the male voice seemed drowned, choked by too much habit and stimulus to make his voice heard. Then he would assert himself again and the background vocals would recede slightly. This dynamic became even more pronounced at the end of the song, when I sincerely wanted the female voices to leave me alone and let me rest in my familiar ego-bound state.

The whole while this was happening, voluptuous visuals of fractal landscapes and architecture, all conscious and alive, twisted and unfolded in and out of my body. They sent waves of every conceivable emotion through me, and these waves distracted me to a large extent from the visuals themselves. The waves of emotion were packed with ontological implications which hatched and sprouted in my mind one after another.

I realized while the song was in full swing that the coincidences falling on my mind between my emotions, thoughts, the fractal darkness I saw, and the music I was listening to seemed to come from a higher, more deeply interconnected 'dimension' of reality. It was like this there, with beautiful, musical, synesthetic connections between all things, guided by a benevolent and playful consciousness. I've found myself there countless times. Despite my only ever becoming aware of this reality while meditating or dreaming or under the influence of a specific few drugs, it was actually always present, with or without me there to experience it. Absolutely everything in the universe was affected by this higher order of subtler natural laws.

What made it so impressive was how the extent of its effects was dependent on the level of my consciousness. It gave me creative freedom to follow this subtle, musical order in my thoughts and behavior whenever I pleased because now it seems I can tune in whenever I want.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 99253
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 24
Published: Feb 7, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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