DOSE:	2 hits	smoked	Salvia divinorum	(extract)
	2 hits	smoked	Cannabis	(flowers)

BODY WEIGHT:

125 lb

I tried Salvia today. I bought some online last week but Lee (my psychonaut partner) and I got impatient and hit up a vape store to grab the notorious purple sticky (20x). Lee smoked it first. We did a little weed-salvia sandwich which I think ended up being a mistake for Lee, who has a much lower tolerance for weed than I do. A small (v small) layer of weed, a few flakes of the salvia, then another (thicker) layer of weed.

Lee hit it with a torch and took the whole thing in one go, basically immediately coughing it out but with a solid attempt to hold it. They coughed hard enough I thought they were gonna throw up, like fully tearing up and gagging. They laid back and got pretty spacey, but I got some water in them before they fully went down. I made sure to note the time (1850).

I loaded an identical bowl with just a little more salvia because they said they didn’t feel like they fully broke through and I wanted to. I didn’t feel much more than just a little weed-high though, even with the extra salvia. So we increased the amount again and Lee went in for a second round, but really just ended up blasting themselves with the weed, haha.

I decided to just go for it and loaded up a bowl of all salvia. I was initially gonna stack it on tea, but the only flavor that sounded good was a smaller grain than I needed it to be to work as a screen so I did 50/50 weed/salvia, salvia on top, and torched it. I coughed it out immediately and it didn’t do shit, and at that point I wanted to get high so I loaded a full salvia bowl. I took a smaller hit this time, focusing more on breathing an amount that I could hold vs. trying to smoke the entire thing. This worked.

The world got really compressed (best word for it?) I understand what people mean by 2D effect now, it felt like I was looking at a painting. I had reached out to set my water bottle down on my end table and when I saw my hand in front of me, it became part of the painting. When I moved my arm (which I only recognized as “mine” because of the pattern of my sleeve), I had to tear it from its place in the painting. Then every movement I made suddenly became that of massive effort, like I had to stretch the paint I was seeing in order to move at all. I recognized that if I had to fight this hard to move then it was likely that I wasn’t supposed to, and I must be something immobile. I must be as still as the rest of the objects I could see on the table. It made perfect sense to me that I was an object on the table and I was doing something wrong by being able to acknowledge that. I was “waking up”, and “things” shouldn’t wake up.

At that point Lee said I needed to lay back because I was tipping over a bit, but I looked at them and recognized them as a human and understood that humans didn’t talk to things and it must be waiting for a response from a different human. I knew there was something I was missing, I wasn’t as complicated as I needed to be. A complicated human was asking questions to an object and suddenly I had to be smart enough to answer them so I panicked a little. I backed up against the wall my bed was against, and I felt like I was messing something up really bad, like I was majorly disappointing both Lee and the “other person” for not being able to understand.

I started coming back from that point, getting a firmer grip on the situation again and understanding that yeah I was a person not an object, and while that made things complicated because I had shit to worry about beyond “don’t fall off the table”, the panic started to lessen and so it was okay. I remembered I had taken a drug and this wasn’t permanent and that also calmed me down a lot. The sensation of my clothes against my skin was becoming unbearable so I took my shirt off. My back felt raw against the sheets, like it was scabbed from how I had to tear myself from the painting earlier and I sat in that thought for a while as I sobered up a bit. The less I moved, the more that raw feeling changed so it felt like I was melding with the bed and that was much nicer, like N 2O.

Coming out of that experience into a still-climbing weed high was very pleasant and I’ll probably be pairing them again. (That said, as I was laying there I was convinced I would never smoke that shit again, but not four hours later I was rethinking that already).

The sense of a third person being there was pervasive through the whole thing, and the expectation that I conform to the needs of this third person was an even stronger feeling. I felt like every thought needed to be approved before I could act or comment on it, and I’m wondering now if the “third” was actually just me and I’d dissociated hard enough that I couldn’t recognize I was still connected or was in control. I also didn’t get a very strong time-dilation effect so I wasn’t surprised at how short it lasted.

Anyway I did another full bowl of salvia and then a third right before bed too, and that one only made it very confusing and difficult to lay down and made my skin really sensitive again. The process of moving from the left side of the bed to the right felt like it took twenty minutes instead of seconds and it was unbearable.

Overall, the sobering-up process was surprisingly pleasant. This drug feels very backwards in a lot of ways, from the inverse-tolerance thing to the fact that coming out of it is more enjoyable than going in. And not like “oh I’m glad it’s over”, but more just actually pleasant. I felt entirely sober from it within thirty minutes and so far (T+12:00) have felt no residual effects. I got a really great nap out of the whole thing.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116456
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 25
Published: Apr 27, 2025	Views: 15
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