Post by Rainbow Blight on Sept 14, 2005 20:06:54 GMT -5
As I type this right now, I am about ten minutes into a trip on the powerful hallucinogenic drug salvia divinorum. I'm not sure if any of you people have ever tried it in the past, hopefully you have so that you'd know what the experience is like.
Following my trip to the bank I went to a small shop that sold a multitude of interesting substances; I bought some herbal cigarettes, some procaine, a waterpipe, a lighter, and the infamous salvia divinorum.
I asked the girl at the store what the trip on salvia divinorum is like, and she informed me that it was nothing like any other hallucinogen she'd tried. She said that "it fucks you up," and that "you really shouldn't drive while under its influence." Seeing as how salvia divinorum is a legal drug (albeit extremely powerful), I did not expect the high to be much more than a "something's not right up in this here motherfucker" -type feeling.
Was I ever wrong. Shortly after smoking a small hit from my newly-acquired waterpipe, I felt quite annoyed and thought that the drug was not working. Irritated, I figured out how to work the lighter properly and took a huge hit until everything in the bowl was gone. I made sure to hold it in as long as possible. With the smoke still in my lungs, I turned my head toward the television, and that's when it started.
The people on TV were talking to ME. I was engaging them in conversation through the TV and I felt a very intense "something's not right" feeling. It was intense to the point that it was terrifying, as I lay immobile on the bed watching the TV. The circular table in front of the bed turned into a train's wheel, and several other "wheels" appeared to accompany it.
Although I was in fact on the bed, I felt as if I were lying down in a desert watching a train with an infinite number of wheels move slowly past me, with voices from the television in the background. I regained enough of my composure to remind myself that I was drugged and that the girl at the shop was right, this was some really strong motherfucking stuff.
Nevertheless, the feelings of terror and dread remained and I decided that I had to get out of the room and down to the Business Center to find out how long this trip was going to last. It took what seemed like forever for me to get dressed, put my money and keys in the right place, and put my waterpipe on the desk next to the TV. I must've spent five minutes just looking at the waterpipe, perhaps intrigued by its phallic shape.
After much obsessive-compulsive running around the room and constantly forgetting what I was doing, I escaped the bounds of my quarters and took the elevator downstairs.
The experience was terrifying, and I am now free.
Now you all try it. Seriously.
Following my trip to the bank I went to a small shop that sold a multitude of interesting substances; I bought some herbal cigarettes, some procaine, a waterpipe, a lighter, and the infamous salvia divinorum.
I asked the girl at the store what the trip on salvia divinorum is like, and she informed me that it was nothing like any other hallucinogen she'd tried. She said that "it fucks you up," and that "you really shouldn't drive while under its influence." Seeing as how salvia divinorum is a legal drug (albeit extremely powerful), I did not expect the high to be much more than a "something's not right up in this here motherfucker" -type feeling.
Was I ever wrong. Shortly after smoking a small hit from my newly-acquired waterpipe, I felt quite annoyed and thought that the drug was not working. Irritated, I figured out how to work the lighter properly and took a huge hit until everything in the bowl was gone. I made sure to hold it in as long as possible. With the smoke still in my lungs, I turned my head toward the television, and that's when it started.
The people on TV were talking to ME. I was engaging them in conversation through the TV and I felt a very intense "something's not right" feeling. It was intense to the point that it was terrifying, as I lay immobile on the bed watching the TV. The circular table in front of the bed turned into a train's wheel, and several other "wheels" appeared to accompany it.
Although I was in fact on the bed, I felt as if I were lying down in a desert watching a train with an infinite number of wheels move slowly past me, with voices from the television in the background. I regained enough of my composure to remind myself that I was drugged and that the girl at the shop was right, this was some really strong motherfucking stuff.
Nevertheless, the feelings of terror and dread remained and I decided that I had to get out of the room and down to the Business Center to find out how long this trip was going to last. It took what seemed like forever for me to get dressed, put my money and keys in the right place, and put my waterpipe on the desk next to the TV. I must've spent five minutes just looking at the waterpipe, perhaps intrigued by its phallic shape.
After much obsessive-compulsive running around the room and constantly forgetting what I was doing, I escaped the bounds of my quarters and took the elevator downstairs.
The experience was terrifying, and I am now free.
Now you all try it. Seriously.