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Salvia Divinorum

The Salvia Experience Experiences of Salvia Divinorum vary depending on certain situations, such as the potency of the extract. Many people have described their Salvia trips as a life-altering experience. Often times people travel to what's believed to be other dimensions, view reality in different light, and even revisit past memories from their childhood. The experience of Salvia Divinorum often induces euphoric state-of-mind, sometimes described as psychedelic journeys through time itself. Some side effects include improved mood, increased self-confidence, and even improved concentration. Purchase Salvia Here!

Salvia Divinorum Stories & Experiences

• Funny Salvia Story
• Salvia Meditation Experience
• First Time Smoking Salvia
• Salvia Trip Helps Relax
• My First Time
• My Mind's World is so much more amazing than the everyday world
• Layers of my life were being peeled

Salvia Divinorum funny trip

Everyday reality has become strange after experiencing Salvia Divinorum.
Here's an example based on my third time, about four months ago.

The setting was mid day, summer, relaxing in the pool, sitting on steps.
My wife was close by for Safety, but that's not always true. I had recently received some 15x and had nothing on my mind so I indulged.

Since I'm on the steps in the pool the gravity is not a factor, which is nice. My eyes are at the perfect level to look out over the lanai surface. Kind of a bugs eye view if you can imagine. I spot a large gecko by the house and as soon as I see him he skitters over to stand directly in front of me. He winks, does a couple of neck stretches and winks again, staring at me. Of course being an idiot, I wink and neck stretch back at him for fun.

Five more geckos come down, two off the screen, some near the door and one behind a bike. There is now a large group of geckos right front and center of my eyes. The main large one still has his attention directly on me and I on him.
When this thought hits me from his direction: Where I am and what I am in my life at this moment, is the direct result of everything I have done said and thought for the past 50 yrs. I winked, neck stretched and laughed at how simple this little idea was. The next thought was the kicker though, moving from that into the future, I realized that everything that was to come is a direct result of every movement and thought that I have now.

Still laughing at how absurdly simple things can be profound, I winked and thanked him as they scurried off to hunt bugs. Got out and dried off enough to go to the mail box out front, only to discover my new insurance policy had just arrived, a letter from Geico. What could be stranger than this I ask you. Well? - by anonymous

Experiencing meditation with Salvia Divinorum

...I was intrigued enough to repeat the same experiment later on in the evening. This time, I had the lights off, and the television on. I wasn't aware at the time, how strange the television would make the experience. I took my two hits, and blew them out. This time, I knew what to expect, but still had that queer 'something happening' even as I was blowing out my second hit. No sooner than I blew out the hit, I was again nailed with the strangeness of lady Salvia. This time, I allowed myself to lie down in my bed under the covers, to attempt some sort of meditation. I could feel the covers washing over me, like warm caressing waves tingling at every inch of my body. It was absolutely orgasmic. My mind was 'somewhere else'. I felt in a foreign place, somewhere familiar, but also unknown. No visuals were occurring with eyes closed; however, this is when I noticed the t.v. It was Jay Leno speaking to the crowd on the Late Show. As his words were spoke, they reverberated through me, and seemed to have profound hidden meaning and deep impact. This persisted, until I 'merged' with Jay, and could feel myself as him, in the studio, speaking these words. There was no separation between him and I; for a few moments, I was Jay Leno. I then managed to open my eyes, to see that my walls had disappeared, and all of my posters and ornaments were left hanging in thin air, dancing around in a silly maniacal fashion. With my walls being gone, all I could see was infinite blackness beyond my room: the night sky, with stars intact as well... almost as if my eyes were seeing right through the walls. I was coming down quickly, and watched the objects of my room dance around for awhile, until I came back down fully. I marveled again, in my pretty after-glow bubble, at the second success with this Salvia Herb, contemplating what other wonders she might have in store...

And that is the story of my first encounter(s) with the Lady in the Leaves.

-- by "Y're Me"

Smoking Salvia for the first time

The first and only time i've smoke savlia is one time i'll think fondly of forever. A friend had bought some 10X salvia from a local head shop and gave me some. I smoked a bit over a quarter of a gram in my metal pipe with my blue flamed butane lighter (the lighter is apparently key!).

I inhaled with one big drag and what happened within seconds after this inhalation was a state of total separation from my normal self, frame of mind and concepts. A 7-minute total displacement in space and time.

What happened was completely absurd, yet I shall try to condensate the experience in the rational mold of words. First of all it was as someone had zipped open reality, from the upper right corner of my periphery towards the left down corner, by means of a grotesquely big zipper. In what was uncovered I was no longer connected to my personality nor reality, though after a while I did have some recollection and reflection about how it usually was. The borders of normal reality, of my own room, where still visible but no longer conceptually connected to their normal function, name nor familiarity. No, now these things where part of a strange vision which I was.

The several little rectangular edges of this zipped open reality became the pointed edge of a big key which someone (me) was holding up towards the front yard of a house (mine) gesturing towards two people (my parents), asking them if they needed this key? I didn't feel like I was one of these persons, even not the one out of whose eyes I was witnessing the scene, nor did I feel but vaguely connected to these people. They seemed the parents and the house and the memory of somebody else.

And this was of the greatest importance, that this scene was a memory, because I did feel like I was this memory or this thought. The vision kept repeating itself like a frenzied Video-Loop, sliding downward like a 5mm spool holding but the same frame. That of a guy gesturing a key towards a house and two people while asking the same question over and over again. Yet there was happening something else. I, as being this thought, was traveling swiftly away from the conscious perception from this person which I had been into the realm of the unconscious to be stored on my proper place with all the other thoughts and memories. Apparently not only with the thoughts and memories of this one person only, no, with those of a whole bunch of people, maybe a whole race. The immense vastness of the databank space through which I was sliding was dazzling and though I don't remember seeing much, I did feel as though I were surrounded by innumerable other thought-entities.

Out of this, I could conclude that we as humans are not isolated minds, but connected through a large web of thoughts and thought-structures of the sum of all our individual specimen. Thus that it shouldn't be impossible to by some way consult other people's thoughts and memories. Off course the sanity of psychedelics is that I can always discard their insights as hallucinations without any real value or truth. But what's real anyway.... ? ?

By one way or another, after having spent an eternity of being a thought and knowing not much of being or even ever having been anything else, things began coming back to me... Hadn't I been someone... done something...taken something? In a room, in a bed, Slowly, thus the contrary of the upcome, which blew away my neo-cortex, things began dawning. At first I must say I wasn't prepared to come back, as I began realizing some things and again seeing some of reality as it should be, I was reluctant to return without knowing something more of what had happened to me. So I willed the thing I had become into rest, somewhere in between where I had been and where I should be... and there I saw them...

I know that it sounds silly and that it is a bit endangering to the seriousness of this story but 'they' resembled the most little gnomes, complete with pointed hats. I could see them standing behind the fold of the no longer zipped, but curled open reality and they where busy.

It was if they were working reality, making sure that the person sitting there (me!) was getting an appropriate look at what he should see. They where getting in thoughts and memories from everywhere, editing and cutting them right size. They were taking the stuff where things are made of, abstract looking colors and forms, actually first taking apart the vision which I had been all this time but no longer really was, and crumbling it into raw pieces reality building material. They began rearranging them back in place so it looked again like my room complete with memories and feelings attached to every object and pattern. Wonderful creatures, I only got a (too) short look at.

After all this I got settled fully into my self again and noticed that 7 minutes had passed. At this point in the trip I was just glad to be back and didn't understand nor remember much of what had happened, though I knew something had. Rather like waking up out of a confusing and chaotic yet very intense dream. Immediately came the questions and I realized that I wasn't completely out. As there were mental answers being formulated to the questions, which were clearly not mine, nor was this one of the voices I normally associate with my thinking processes. If I wanted I could go again, told the voice and even as I thought 'yes?!', being a question as well as an answer, I was sucked back into it. This time it was more like falling backwards and my sight disappeared like you would fall away backwards into your own head seeing the two windows that are your eyes steadily growing smaller and finally disappearing into a vast blackness.

The best way to describe it is as an out of body experience, my 'soul' or 'essence' spun out of its normal habitat. Not more then 2 minutes later I was back with no recollection at all of what had happened in these two minutes. Yet the conversation between my self and the other kept going and I was allowed to go in and out the state, which began with a fall numerous times, while trying to find out what was happening. In total this held on for about an hour, after which I think I fell asleep. The difficult part in this time was trying to take with the conscious 'me' to follow into that other place. I bit into it and was headstrong to succeed. More and more I could experience some of the onset and the end of the transition but never got in fully. The other place surely felt familiar, it was an uhr-feeling. I knew that I had always been there and I would always be and this was just fine, just how things should be.

I recognize this sensation from some intense mushroom experiences where I have, to my opinion, penetrated into a more complex, more profound and a deeper state of being which seems to hold close relation to the essence of our race, where we came from and where we are going. As in the past I hadn't found it easy to reach this state (right 'shrooms, dosage, setting and evolution of the trip is required) and certainly not while being fully conscious and being able to take back something, though I had succeeded a few times. I was amazed at the swiftness of what I had already reached with this herb, this only being my first experiment on its premises. I couldn't put the idea of deep meditation out of my mind as I had just been reading a book on the various meditating methods and phases as described by the different meditational-schools. This is where these guru-guys are talking about, I thought. This is the place where you can witness your own train of thought, as an outsider, while being part of a greater logos... I have to get to the bottom of this.

All this time a communication between my self and the other was going on, though I can't remember much of it. All I can really remember is that it was playing with me though teasingly providing me with some answers. I was thinking 'I should remember this' and 'take mental note' to myself all the time. I do remember three clear statements it made and I'd like to put them here as an end note:

· There is someone/something behind, behind, behind,... (this was while on one of the first falling backwards in the second part of the trip - and I understood it as that there is always something watching over your shoulder, and something watching over its shoulder in its turn and so on, into infinity... and that one's mind could be, or is, all of these watchers).
· It's good you did this (Savlia) and you should do it again (maybe genetically programmed into the Salvia Plant by the people who grow it!! hehe).
· Why always these MFing questions????

Savlia kicked ass! I'd love to do it again. -- by ryan

Salvia Helps Stress & Depression

Where to start.. I guess I should start at 5am. I woke up in a bad mood, went to work in a bad mood, and then got some even worse news while there. I couldn't take it anymore - I was about to blow my stack, so I left work 3 hours early.

I got home and checked the mail, and there was a nondescript white envelope, with a handwritten address, and I didn't recognize the handwriting - Aha! I remembered the web site had said my delivery would arrive this way.

Now mind you, I'm a skeptic - I went into this believing that either I would get nothing for my payment, or possibly I'd get some dirt herb that might get me a slight buzz - but there's no way it could live up to all the hype, but what the heck, after the day I was having, even a little buzz might lighten up my mood.

I take a pinch. No, I didn't measure it, but I figured it might have been 1/15th of the baggy. Supposed to get 15-30 uses, right? So I smell it, just to see what it's like, and it's not bad. I light up, and take a long drag, hold it as long as I can (probably 30 seconds or so - I can hold it a lot longer, seeing as I haven't smoked anything in over 10 years) and exhale. It actually tastes pretty good, another nice surprise.

So where's the buzz? It's been a minute, maybe 2 since I took the puff. Skeptic in me says "Yep, you were taken" ... and just then I notice something.... odd... Looking down at my arms and legs, it looks like they're stretching away from me, ever so slowly. Wow, I think to myself, that's pretty cool. As I look down at my feet, to see if they're getting any closer to the wall (hey, I may have just been slouching in my chair) I notice the carpet; now I have a light, cream-colored berber carpet, but it appears a light blue & orange, and ever so slowly swirling, like 2 liquids of different weights slipping past each other - much like a lava lamp, but it's my entire floor. I ask myself "What's happening here?", and I'm answered "It's the salvia" - "Who am I talking to?" - "Me". I realize there's another "me" sitting next to me - identical in every way, but roughly 1/5th my size.

I tell myself "I'm the only one here" and the other "me" replies "yes, we are." I suddenly realize I'm no longer in my chair, in front of my desk. I'm not sure where I am, but I'm not where I was - no, I'm laying in bed, I think, but the room is spinning slowly, not like drunk spinning, but barrel-rolling, counter-clockwise. I look down at the floor and wonder what is keeping me on the bed, and keeps me from falling, but before I can think too long about it, I'm standing in a rainbow colored tunnel, the colors twisting away from me, pulling me forward; and as I'm traveling towards the end, I find myself deposited in a room, where the walls are now rotating around me, and there are 5 other of "me" there, as well as the 1/5th size me, who has been the only constant the entire time. They are all clearly me, they speak with my voice, but they all look subtly different, the other 5 are all of the correct proportions, however one is dressed all in black, including sunglasses, another is in a suit (much like I wear to the office every day), another in T-shirt and jeans, and they're all talking amongst themselves.

I ask some questions of them, they ask some of me, most of which I don't remember, however some were things like "Who are you" to which they would reply "I'm the you that you keep hidden from everyone" or "I'm the you that you wear to work".

The doors in the walls are open now, and I can see myself, laying in the bed through them, but I can't seem to figure out which door is the correct one - like the other "me" in this room, the me's in bed seem slightly different as well. I almost panic for a moment, until I realize the small me is at my side again - I turn and ask him "but which one is the right one? How do I choose?" and he (in a very matter-of-fact voice) says "eh, just pick one."

I hold my breath and jump through. I'm suddenly aware that it wasn't "real" as it were, but all a complete abstract reality, yet at the same time I feel comforted, after speaking with what I can only assume were the facets of my personality that I suppress to "fit in" in the professional world.

All the hatred, the irrational rage I'd felt all day was gone. I was slightly dizzy for a minute or two, but that soon passed. I wasn't sure how long it had lasted, but it felt like an age - checking my watch, 14 minutes.

If I had it to do again, I would follow the recommendation on the front page and have a sitter handy, if this were under more ideal circumstances, but nonetheless it was a very good experience, and I still seem to have a slight euphoric feeling - and having suffered from chronic depression for 10 years, I like it -- D in Florida

My First Salvia Ttip was Trippy! Better than Hary Potter!

My ounce of Salvia arrived in the mail today. I had planned on trying it for a few weeks, so I went to my Grandmother's house (she's out of town & I'm house sitting.) eager to begin. I wolfed my dinner down while the first quid soaked. Afterward, I brushed my teeth & gums thouroughly, also scrubbing my cheeks & under the tongue. I used cool mint listerine. I put the television on in case I would find it interesting later, & went outside to chew.

The first quid had too much water, & quickly fell apart. I had to put real effort toward chewing it. After 15 minutes I swallowed it & felt a strong "pins & needles" sensation before I started on the second. I added about half a shot of whiskey to aid the absorbtion, & set a timer for half an hour. Pictures of family hanging on walls & resting on tables seemed to smile broader as my eyes fell across them, & there were hints of movement among them, like something out of Harry Potter.

After about 5 minutes of chewing the second quid, my thoughts strayed from the taste itself to my surroundings. I felt the "salvia gravity" effect, & was compelled to stand up & move. I had the distinct feeling of a person hovering nearby, just within arm's reach. I walked inside for a bit & sat down, turning the television off to enjoy the silence. One of our dogs walked up to me & began licking my hand. It felt very odd. I returned outside & sat under the tree that's growing there. I leaned back in my chair & closed my eyes, some minor visuals playing on the backs of my eyelids as I basked in the sunlight. I could hear birds chirping & I imagined they were having a small arguement. I laughed at them for a while for arguing over nothing, then went back in. I sat down before the chimney, looking out at the living room I grew up in. The carpet seemed to be alive. I could clearly see a many-eyed face in the pattern of the rug. To my left was a gray clay statue of a baboon my grandmother had made, about 2 feet tall, a piece of art I've known as long as I can remember. I put an arm around it as if to give it a hug, then we looked back to the carpet, willing to talk. It seemed to want me to go somewhere.

At this point I was in a great mood, my body feeling heavy & the air feeling liquid. Then the timer I'd set earlier went off, as I realized I still was chewing the second quid. I swallowed it, easier than the first one. I turned the timer off, & let the carpet point me in whatever direction it might.

I still had the feeling of being followed by something just out of eyesight- unlike similar sensations, this force seemed completely benign & friendly, like a family member you knew while young that's been away for years. I went into a guest bedroom that's been converted into an office. I stepped into the storage closet that was there; the light not having worked for some time. I pulled the door closed behind me. I was in near-total darkness. I stood in the narrow space, not feeling crowded in the least, some small visuals & tricks of the light entertaining me. Then, after a few moments, something seemed to arrive. I could see it's profile, the impression of eyes, a small mouth, high cheekbones. It was tall, and the only clear shape I could make out was that of it's head. It was clearly an individual, and clearly not human. It stood there considering me. I thought this was pretty funny- me seeing a non-human that's semi-visible while in the guest bedroom's closet. So I began to laugh. It stood there like it just didn't know what to do with me! It turned it's head this way & that before looking out, as if trying to spot something in the distance. I wasn't frightened at all. It seemed totally neutral toward me. I didn't see any change in the way it looked, but it felt like it shrugged before it left me alone in the dark. I opened the door to the closet, & though the door was shaped rectangularly, the light that was cast on the wall was circular. I ran my hand along the path the light took to be sure- it was a circle! After this, the effects began to subside. I checked the time; over an hour had passed since I had finished the second quid. I went and chewed a third, dry, but had no other grand revelations or visitations. My body continued to feel heavy while my head felt light, with a few other visual distortions, for about another 45 minutes. The end. :) -- George

My Mind's World is so much more amazing than the everyday world 

I've been hearing about this certain drug lately, called
salvia or also called "salvia divinorum". I finally decided that i was
gonna try it cause i wanted to let my self be free and enter a new world
that ill never see with out anything like salvia there to help me. I had
my friend get my some of salvia, and i remmember the day exactly. My
friend and I were walking home and I had already knew that he had the
salvia for me, he pulled out the small bag of it and there it was, my
gate way to my new world i wanted to see! I started to smoke and thats
when my trip came true, I finally traveled to my new but lost world I've
been looking for my whole life. First my vision went all buzzed and
things started to move, but then my reality world turned into my mind's
own world i wanted to see. I started to see tree's with blue tree trunks
and the leaves weren't leaves, they were little fishes just talking to me. I thought my mind was just messing with me, but the more i wanted to believe it was real, the more it became real. The side walk became a ocean, and a little cat that walked across the side walk became a big white shark coming toward me in the ocean. I started to sweat and didn't want to be in this world anymore. My first trip was deffintly a different thing i wouldn't have amagined i would have expereinced in my life! I loved my mind's world. The everyday world is so plain compared to my own world in my mind. I love Salvia Divinorum and i deffintly think that it should stay legal. Thank you Salvia! -- JC

Greetings!

I had my first Salvia experience (in a safe setting). I smoked only one bowl of the 5X so I expected very little. What happened was totally nexpected.

Of course it’s most difficult to describe. But I experienced that layers of my life were being peeled, almost like shrink wrap (I know that sounds cheesy, I can’t describe it in words), and along with those, my identity. I kept wanting to say, “But I am so-and-so and I live here and I have a life, etc.” and this female presence was like showing me, “No you are not, you are part of MY STORY. And you are not really what you think you are.”

The overall feeling, afterwards, was that I became even more aware of the transience of this physical plane, our physical lives, and the presence of something much, much more. That is good of course. I have always known that, just never experienced it quite in that way! I do a meditation, so that kept me grounded and at peace all the rest of the day. -- Kristin

continued...

Dear Salvia Society—

In true gratitude for your last response to this email of yesterday, I want to add to it.

I smoked a little more and recollect more fully what happened. It was almost like a cartoon.

So what really happened the other day (when I smoked a sufficient amount) was this:

Pieces of my life (visions of me in the past) were being pulled away (like shrink wrap in reverse). It actually was an UNWRAPPING of layers and layers and it was continuous, like the slow removal of a garment. And every layer was being transformed into something else, like a mosaic piece, and placed onto the image of a huge, huge woman. I kept feeling myself cry out, “No, I am so and so….and I live here” but each one of my identities could not escape the peeling process. And each identity (of me) was placed into the image of this lady. First it was her purse, then her ankle. She just got bigger and bigger as more of me was added to her image.

And the message was, “FINALLY YOU GOT HERE! Now you see that everything you thought you were was just a tiny speck of ME.”

Was this “Sally?” and overall does she come in peace?

Today, smoking a much smaller amount, I stared into a photo of my teacher/master, Prem Rawat. I felt so much love. But then at the same time, the experience of two days ago was clarified, hence the above synopsis.

I am most curious about who this woman is, i.e., is this a Salvia persona, or someone from MY LIFE? -- Kristin