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Its 8pm and I am home alone. Bored out of my mind, might as well leave my mind. I decide to make a waterfall bong out of an ice mountain bottle and a bowl. I make a small hole in the bottle to maximize milkiness. (In case you were not aware, salvia is consumed in one large hit, that is held in as long as possible) I pack a little bowl (ok fine, it was pretty damn big, I had a lot of the shit) and go in my bathroom. I fill the bottle with water, hold the hole, spark the bowl and let the water flow into my bathtub.
The thick, heavy smoke poured down from the bowl, sitting on the water that was slowly disappearing. The water slowly emptied out, being replaced with the thick, yellow smoke, that shit got milkier then milk. I unscrew the cap to the magical smoke, bring it to my lips..
Inhale.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
and it begins. The first effect you will notice when holding in your salvia hit is the wobbly vision. Usually about 10 seconds in your vision will quite literally begin to wobble. At this point most people just let the smoke release from their lungs. Being experienced, I just held on until I needed a breath of air.
I release my hit, and feel the effects beginning.
I stand up from sitting on the side of the bath tub and look straight in front of me. My mirror stands there (I think this is what led to the intensity of the trip), reflecting everything in a much more surreal way then a sober mind could imagine.
(This is where it really starts)
I stand there, staring at myself in this mirror. No sound, no motion; just staring. Slowly my vision advances out of my head, hard to explain this, but imagine if your vision could float around a see things in the third person but you cant control it. My vision goes about a foot infront of my body, then turns upwards and goes behind me. I am now staring at the back of my body from an upward angle (about 45 degrees, or like 8 feet high and 6 feet back) I can see my body. Why am I not in my body? Then it begins, I start slowly going backwards, away from my body. At a rate of about 1 ft per 4 seconds, I was moving further and further away from the back of my body/shell.
Now I begin to worry. My spirit has left my body, leaving behind just a shell and I will never get back to it. No matter how hard I tried or wanted to go back towards my body it wouldnt help. I was just slowly moving away from my starting point. No amount of effort would even slow me down, let alone let me back. The world that surrounded my body (that I was viewing from 3rd person) Was much much more intense then normal. Colors and lights were much more vivid. However, I was much more worried about being stuck as a spirit for the rest of time then the pretty colors.
For what felt like half and hour I slowly progressed backwards from my shell.
As I further moved backwards I passed through a door, not any kinda regular door, the best way to describe it was a submarine door. Like this-
Except It was open and the door was entirely the most pure white color I have ever seen. This really freaked me out, Now my spirit is not even in the same dimension that my body is in. I have entirely left my life. In this new room I had the ability to turn my head, finally. I look to my left and see an infinite hallway, all white. This wasnt a normal hallway, this hallway was lined on both sides with a never ending amount of these submarine like doors. I look to my right, more doors. I can still see inside my door when I look forward and can see my entire existence within this one room. And every single one of those other doors, contained another humans life. I was in the hallway of existence itself. I could see millions of individuals lives, equal to mine. Living what they think is expansive and crazy, when they're just another door. Just another room with a body and soul in it, not unique in a massive sense but completely unique on a personal scale. Everything I have ever known, everyone I ever met, anything I had ever seen, in one, little room. One little room among the masses.
From there my trip faded and I had to sit down for about an hour to wrap my mind around what I just witnessed. Definitely an eye opening experience that I feel very lucky for having.
ego death when you see you're entire existence is just another door :/
Its 8pm and I am home alone. Bored out of my mind, might as well leave my mind. I decide to make a waterfall bong out of an ice mountain bottle and a bowl. I make a small hole in the bottle to maximize milkiness. (In case you were not aware, salvia is consumed in one large hit, that is held in as long as possible) I pack a little bowl (ok fine, it was pretty damn big, I had a lot of the shit) and go in my bathroom. I fill the bottle with water, hold the hole, spark the bowl and let the water flow into my bathtub.
The thick, heavy smoke poured down from the bowl, sitting on the water that was slowly disappearing. The water slowly emptied out, being replaced with the thick, yellow smoke, that shit got milkier then milk. I unscrew the cap to the magical smoke, bring it to my lips..
Inhale.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
and it begins. The first effect you will notice when holding in your salvia hit is the wobbly vision. Usually about 10 seconds in your vision will quite literally begin to wobble. At this point most people just let the smoke release from their lungs. Being experienced, I just held on until I needed a breath of air.
I release my hit, and feel the effects beginning.
I stand up from sitting on the side of the bath tub and look straight in front of me. My mirror stands there (I think this is what led to the intensity of the trip), reflecting everything in a much more surreal way then a sober mind could imagine.
(This is where it really starts)
I stand there, staring at myself in this mirror. No sound, no motion; just staring. Slowly my vision advances out of my head, hard to explain this, but imagine if your vision could float around a see things in the third person but you cant control it. My vision goes about a foot infront of my body, then turns upwards and goes behind me. I am now staring at the back of my body from an upward angle (about 45 degrees, or like 8 feet high and 6 feet back) I can see my body. Why am I not in my body? Then it begins, I start slowly going backwards, away from my body. At a rate of about 1 ft per 4 seconds, I was moving further and further away from the back of my body/shell.
Now I begin to worry. My spirit has left my body, leaving behind just a shell and I will never get back to it. No matter how hard I tried or wanted to go back towards my body it wouldnt help. I was just slowly moving away from my starting point. No amount of effort would even slow me down, let alone let me back. The world that surrounded my body (that I was viewing from 3rd person) Was much much more intense then normal. Colors and lights were much more vivid. However, I was much more worried about being stuck as a spirit for the rest of time then the pretty colors.
For what felt like half and hour I slowly progressed backwards from my shell.
As I further moved backwards I passed through a door, not any kinda regular door, the best way to describe it was a submarine door. Like this-
Except It was open and the door was entirely the most pure white color I have ever seen. This really freaked me out, Now my spirit is not even in the same dimension that my body is in. I have entirely left my life. In this new room I had the ability to turn my head, finally. I look to my left and see an infinite hallway, all white. This wasnt a normal hallway, this hallway was lined on both sides with a never ending amount of these submarine like doors. I look to my right, more doors. I can still see inside my door when I look forward and can see my entire existence within this one room. And every single one of those other doors, contained another humans life. I was in the hallway of existence itself. I could see millions of individuals lives, equal to mine. Living what they think is expansive and crazy, when they're just another door. Just another room with a body and soul in it, not unique in a massive sense but completely unique on a personal scale. Everything I have ever known, everyone I ever met, anything I had ever seen, in one, little room. One little room among the masses.
From there my trip faded and I had to sit down for about an hour to wrap my mind around what I just witnessed. Definitely an eye opening experience that I feel very lucky for having.
ego death when you see you're entire existence is just another door :/
That sounds similar to my DMT trip. That shit is intense. Only once.
I think it's dumb that people actually have barriers against buying stuff at salvation army and other shops. Every once in a while I go in and see what I can find. The clothes are cheap and many are in great shape.
theabortionatorI think it's dumb that people actually have barriers against buying stuff at salvation army and other shops. Every once in a while I go in and see what I can find. The clothes are cheap and many are in great shape.
Idk maybe I'm just not that "classy".
you definitely aren't "classy" no need for the maybe
theabortionatorI think it's dumb that people actually have barriers against buying stuff at salvation army and other shops. Every once in a while I go in and see what I can find. The clothes are cheap and many are in great shape.
Ego death is pretty chyll mane. Back in 7th grade last year my friend had a suck of a cigarette and I think his ego totally died. Never going to try drugs, I've been scared str8.
or take mushrooms at an odesza/pretty lights rave.
when i did that odesza was amazing and i felt super happy
then pretty lights came on and i never realized you could feel so alone in a crowd of 5000 people.
that's an ego death, when you realize you're just one person that's different, yet the same as everyone else and you become pure emotions and purely experience that moment in time
theabortionatorI think it's dumb that people actually have barriers against buying stuff at salvation army and other shops. Every once in a while I go in and see what I can find. The clothes are cheap and many are in great shape.
Idk maybe I'm just not that "classy".
Ya dud this is how i make money, go in salval, find stuff I either like for myself or stuff that I recognize that money is to be made off of. Ebay is the source of all revenue.
BucklayYa dud this is how i make money, go in salval, find stuff I either like for myself or stuff that I recognize that money is to be made off of. Ebay is the source of all revenue.
~bagelz~or take mushrooms at an odesza/pretty lights rave.
when i did that odesza was amazing and i felt super happy
then pretty lights came on and i never realized you could feel so alone in a crowd of 5000 people.
that's an ego death, when you realize you're just one person that's different, yet the same as everyone else and you become pure emotions and purely experience that moment in time
