Who gets high?

back in the day i tried just about every drug the sun, except crack heroin. the strongest halucinogen i've ever used was legal i bought it out of a bong shop, salvia x30 its an extract of some plant native american shamans used to smoke to connect with the spirit world. you have to do a really big pipe/bong and hold it in for a while. then you get the most intence trip, it doesn't last long, which is probably just as well as your brain would melt under the effects of a prolonged trip. the first time i tried it i didn't hold it in and it didn't do anything, so the second hit i took was huge and i held it in for about a minute. i was in another world for about five minutes, but it felt like much longer. its almost imposible to describe all that i expierienced, but i came away from it with a new outlook. the realy good thing about it is that there is no long drawn out come down where you feel like an alien for days after. an hour later and your back to normal.
has anyone else tried it?

[GRH]

RD, I have done Salvia on a number of occasions, and once-upon-a-time I grew the herb. Salvia divinorum originates in the Oaxaca region of Mexico, and was popularized among the same group that Maria Sabina popularized regarding mushrooms. Salvia is a dissociative, but a short-lived one when compared to PCP, ketamine, DXM, etc. The effect is really profound.

[jimnaseum]

I did a huge amount of acid one night once back in my day, it was July 4th, after the fireworks, we walked to this stone bridge where I saw the future of all mankind. At a party at my house, we made tea from Florida shrooms, and my roomate "went off" into a hysterical stand up comedy routine, although he wasn't always standing up. The laughter was so loud and continuous, if you were walking by the house you would have thought it was an insane-assylum. PCP- Once down by the river, a Cop pulled in up by our car, and my two friends handed me the pipe and baggie and took off for the car. I had been lighting the pipe and taking long hits, so for what seemed like 5 hours I just sat there trying to figure out what to do. After I got up to where the Cop was. I was standing on an incline and couldn't really tell which way was up. Literally. The cop asked me a question and I said "two beers"...Opiated hash I really liked. Back in my day a"lid" of pot was $15. Everyone said if you got caught your parents would lose their jobs. It was really fun back then.

[sesame]

Originally Posted by jimnaseum

I did a huge amount of acid one night once back in my day, it was July 4th, after the fireworks, we walked to this stone bridge where I saw the future of all mankind..

Ok, Jimmy, tell us what is in store for our lot? I'm serious! PM me if you dont want to disclose the secret.

Originally Posted by jimnaseum

At a party at my house, we made tea from Florida shrooms, and my roomate "went off" into a hysterical stand up comedy routine, although he wasn't always standing up. The laughter was so loud and continuous, if you were walking by the house you would have thought it was an insane-assylum. PCP- Once down by the river, a Cop pulled in up by our car, and my two friends handed me the pipe and baggie and took off for the car. I had been lighting the pipe and taking long hits, so for what seemed like 5 hours I just sat there trying to figure out what to do. After I got up to where the Cop was. I was standing on an incline and couldn't really tell which way was up. Literally. The cop asked me a question and I said "two beers"...Opiated hash I really liked. Back in my day a"lid" of pot was $15. Everyone said if you got caught your parents would lose their jobs. It was really fun back then.

Splendid story. Thanks for telling us.

Originally Posted by Rhythmic Delivery

i was in another world for about five minutes, but it felt like much longer. its almost imposible to describe all that i expierienced, but i came away from it with a new outlook.

Please RD, tell us some more about your experience in that other world.

well i'll try to explain some of it but theres alot more thats indescribable, and before anyone reads it they should know it won't make any sense at all
by the time i was exhaling i was gone.
i was blowing the smoke out a window with the blinds parted slightly, the sun was shining through the gaps, i sat staring at it, it began to look textured, fluffy almost like a towell on the wall, i begand to look around the room(which was quite small, i have subsequently discovered this intensifis the effect, for me anyway) i was tripping out and could not relate to anything as i normaly might, this is probably the hardest part to describe. and i have tried to explain it and can't. i'll come back to it when i describe coming out of it.
anyway, i was looking around the room, everything looked different kind of shimmering. the room seemed to be getting smaller, i felt as though i was rissing and the room was closing around me. eventualy i came out the top of the room as it closed around me, it was like my head was beyond the room yet my body was not, i had a sensation that the room was my T shirt, and i was looking at it from beyond i also felt that i was standing on football pitches near where i went to school watching some birds.
eventaly i realised i was sitting with a pipe in my hand sweating like a paedophile in a nursery, everything was visualy back to normal.
i realised that i'd just been triping. all the times i ever took acid/mushrooms other psychadelics i always knew i was tripping when i was tripping, but with the intense salvia trip i didn't, i was just expieriencing what was happening. the same song was on the stereo as when i lit the pipe, three and a half minutes had passed, though it felt like much longer. when it was happening time didn;t realy mean anything. but i know that wat all i expierienced could never fit into three and a half minutes.
i should also point out that as well as the visual expierience i also had some abstract thoughts, about different things and people i knew, one that stands out was about a friend i had fallen out with at the time, it was wierd, i was thinking that if i was ever in any kind of bad situation i could always relly on this person, i wasn't thinking it any normal sense of the word i was expieriencing it almost. and it has since been proven as true.

[GRH]

Congratulations RD on experiencing the TRUE meaning behind psychadelic consciousness. It doesn't really relate to "thinking" as you or I might call it, it is more about an abstract experience. In my opinion, the insights you gained are much more "real" than those which you might spend a lifetime seeking.

A lifetime could be spent exploring that space between time...That indefinable period between when the song began and when it ended. Whatever song you listened to, I have laid down during that song, and I have explored entire dimensions that exist within the notes of that music.

I am curious RD, did you hear voices? Myself, I regularly hear voices on Salvia, and they are consistent trip-to-trip. I meet entities and they always beckon me to go deeper...

Originally Posted by GRH

Congratulations RD on experiencing the TRUE meaning behind psychadelic consciousness. It doesn't really relate to "thinking" as you or I might call it, it is more about an abstract experience. In my opinion, the insights you gained are much more "real" than those which you might spend a lifetime seeking.

A lifetime could be spent exploring that space between time...That indefinable period between when the song began and when it ended. Whatever song you listened to, I have laid down during that song, and I have explored entire dimensions that exist within the notes of that music.

I am curious RD, did you hear voices? Myself, I regularly hear voices on Salvia, and they are consistent trip-to-trip. I meet entities and they always beckon me to go deeper...

yeah i heard the voice of the friend i was talking about, callilng to me. like i was lost and he was looking for me.

[sesame]

Originally Posted by GRH

In my opinion, the insights you gained are much more "real" than those which you might spend a lifetime seeking.
A lifetime could be spent exploring that space between time...That indefinable period between when the song began and when it ended.

Explain that, will you? And what were you saying about music and dimensions?

I have heard voices while awakening from a slumber or from meditation. They are repetitions of sets of words. The voices are not mine there are several of them, male and female. I have mixed feeling about those whisperings. Sometimes I suspect they are constantly going on in our minds, without our knowledge. They suggest us to see the world in the manner we usually do and keep us from being aware of truths that are above mundane. Perhaps these voices arise from the habits hardwired in our minds.