[The Michelin Man]
Then I began to sense/see two human figures standing right in front of me. They seemed quite tall and towered over me. I think one was male and the other female. These were ghost like figures, certainly not clear as day. I kept my eyes at their feet, afraid that if I looked into their faces they'd vanish. This was all very faint and dreamy imagery. My eyes were kind of half closed. Then the man started singing a strange, hypnotic song like a child's lullaby! This was clear as a bell and so real I swore there was someone in the room with me. In fact, this singing kind of broke me out of the trance to see if someone was actually in the room singing (there wasn't, I live alone). Another impression I got from this part of the experience was that the air around me, in fact everything around me was made of layers and layers of dense leaves. They were arrow-head shaped and pointy on the ends. Picture the hide of an armadillo or ant-eater. The whole room seemed to have this texture to it. Definitely plant-like.
[Salvia Entity]
I felt a very strong presence, like some sort of entity, attaching itself to the back of my head. it seemed like it was feeding me information or something. at that point, I began to see a fantastic multicolored phosphene, that resolved itself into my brothers face, when he was 12 and I was 6, reflected thousands of times onto my visual awareness. I see him in every detail, but he is so small and there are so many of him. Then I am 6 again. I am walking through my house in San Diego. I am there in all detail. sounds, sights, smells, textures. it is all there, perfectly. I hide under the covers, and then I am 6 again and in my brothers room, underneath the covers of his bed pretending that we were sailors on some submarine. I can feel the texture of his blankets, smell the smell of his bed, see the blue light filtering through the blanket from the window in his room... as all of this is happening, it is totally REAL to me. I am unaware that I am NOT actually 6, I have totally forgotten that I am under the influence of a drug and that in reality I am in Berkeley and am a lot older than I am currently perceiving myself as. Then things start going backwards. I am smaller and smaller. I am 5... I am a toddler... I am a baby... then... I don't remember what happened next.
[Possibilities Abound]
My room.... it is tearing.... the membrane, vortex... it is moving across my field of vision, slowly but surely wiping my world out... bright moonlight like illumination flowing on the other side.... but MY world is leaving.... Bits and pieces being fragmented, peeling off into the void.. The time for reckoning has arrived... the membrane has moved totally across my vision.. all is white, all is sound.. ...there is a Presence... Silent, Powerful, Holy.... the single notes of a 'Cosmic Piano' play and shoot through me, splitting me, almost painful, leaving me empty, no single life, melting me into the Logos, that from which all life is derived.. The Presence is making a decision..... yet, I have already made that decision back through my life. Or is it lives? The face of the Almighty hangs in the balance... will I glimpse the All? Sudden flight! Flying through the Aeon... distant. Space, time intermingle, interact.... I break through a distant membrane.... ....there are people... they help pull me completely through the membrane... they reassure me... it's okay now... I do not know these people... do I belong here? It is not familiar. It is a baseball park. Bleachers... children playing a game... the ball is hit.. ... I am the ball, flying through the air, no longer the stranger in the bleachers.... as I fall into the glove of some strange child... I fall through the glove...the membrane again... flying through the Aeon... only to breakthrough yet another place... more strange people. Can I return to my home? Who am I? Am I All of these people?
The experience was far from recreational but I learned more about the nature of life/death/rebirth during those 15 minutes than I had in 30 years...
[Entheogenic Rollercoaster]
Yes, you are completely powerless while on salvia, (smoked especially) It is like getting on a roller coaster. It takes you, throws you around all over the place for a while and then sets you down. I find this feeling to be SO similar to a rollercoaster ride, in that some love it some are very uncomfortable. You have to accept the fact that you can't move, and will have no control until it's over. If you like rollercoasters, you will probably like salvia. The only difference is that instead of jumping back on the roller coaster to ride again, you don't want to repeat for a while.
[Conversation with an Alien]
Feeling in perfectly sound and sober mind I must say that I feel quite convinced that Salvia Divinorum propels one into an experience with an Alien. Quite a few people say, "Everything is sacred. So-and-so is sacred. You are sacred. I am sacred. For we are Life." But to actually feel sacred is astronomical. (This is what is missing yet this is the essential.) You actually become the universe -- you are not just talking about the universe, but you feel the universe, because you feel sacred. I have never encountered a more incredible sensation and emotive awareness. I can hardly find words to grapple for some sort of representation of it.
[Mint Chocolate Kaleidoscope]
The onset of effects of smoked salvia are very different from everything else I've experienced. There is no laying down & waiting things to happen, and no slow build-up. Salvia is there, in the periphery of consciousness, and you hesitate to let it descend on you, because she's so powerful, not in the sense that she psyches you out of it, but because it is so radically different; it's not that your consciousness is altered, only that her consciousness merges with yours, if you allow it.
[Astonishing]
After about 15 seconds, I realized that I could hold my breath as long as I wanted. My cells seemed to still be respiring somehow, and I thought that breathing is really a luxury, something we do out of habit more than anything else. This alarmed me, and I exhaled. While I exhaled, I received a flood of colorful vision, swirling patterns of light against a dark, outerspace-like background. This swirl formed a tunnel, which lead from somewhere in front of me (maybe 20 yards in front of my center of vision) to "behind" my eyes. By thinking about it, I could move my perspective a little bit. My peripheral vision and imagination was filled with what seemed like two beings. One was old and male, one was young and female. They were encouraging me to look straight through the tube, aligning my center of vision with it. Well, this tube thing was very soft and flexible, and any attempt to look through the end caused it to wrinkle somewhere in the middle, ruining my straight view through it. After some practice, I was able to get a brief glimpse into a fractal dimension of untold complexity. Around the "mouth" of this tube were several other tubes, each with the same view inside. I was presented with the fact that these tubes were the building blocks of cellular matter, and the word "nucleotide" was loud in my head. I don't even know what it really means, but the voice was telling me that is what I was looking at. They were saying "a little to the right, come on, don't wait until you are dead to see this, it is great!" The whole thing, while fascinating, had a bit of a nausea-like flavor due to the physical/mental "turbulence" I described yesterday (like my mind is doing somersaults).
…There was no "drug" effect, no clouding of the intellect. There was no "ego loss" or other "typical" psychedelic effect.
…The tube was formed by reality itself (meaning what I usually take for "reality") curving in upon itself.
I'd like to add that while this was all very "mental" in nature, the pressure and resistance of the tubes were extremely physical, completely melding the concepts of mental and physical into a hybrid which is a more accurate way of viewing thought as a phenomenon, or so it seemed.
Don't give up if you haven't had luck with this plant. I cannot vent my amazement and impressive success enough.