Salvia

Someone on Reddit posted this pic and it inspired a discussion about Salvia and it’s effects.  Salvia is just fucking weird. There are certain qualities that are common to a psychedelic experience. Salvia defies them all.  It’s takes thought and perception, twists and contorts those concepts, then fucks with your own processing of those distortions.

It’s akin to dreaming, but fully alert. You’re just fucked beyond all recognition.  Nothing makes any sense and you have no ability to make sense of anything anyway.  You become a passenger to this moving train of thoughts, images, and fears, all of which are completely and utterly out of your control.  All you can do is succumb to the process and hold on for dear life.

One time I smoked Salvia I placed the bong down in front of me and blew out smoke.  I didn’t smoke enough to be blown out of this cosmos but it started fucking with me anyway.  I looked down at the crease in my pant legs and believed to be viewing large distant mountains.  I looked at the cloud of smoke and believed myself to be a particle of smoke.  The bong was my home and it was my mission to get back there.

Somebody once told me they became the wallpaper and were viewing the room from this new perspective. Another started waving his arms out to his side and ran around the room. He later told me he was flying.  I’ve looked down at myself and seen my own body lying on the bed.  I’ve seen a room shrink and disappear only to be replaced by a vast nothingness that is cold, dark and hungry.  It holds you down for as long as it can and sucks the living soul from your flesh so when you return you’re nothing but a baby in a brand new world.

Salvia man.  Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

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