
In Kentucky,
salvia divinorum is legal. Therefore, you can believe I have had more than a few experiences with the stuff. The other night, Monday, was my third time trying it. All three times I have experienced something brilliant and new, something that I have a hard time describing but that was so real and merging...well, I don't want to go all
hippy on you. I thought it would be a good thing to describe the affects the
hallucinogen had on me because I do find it so interesting and can't believe that one small hit on something LEGAL can do so much. But first, a little background info:
Salvia divinorum comes from a mint leaf that has traditionally been used to guide human beings through spiritual walks or vision quests. You can chew it, boil it to make tea, but for the most accessible experience it is sold at many different counter-culture stores where it has been broken down into small bits and pieces that can be smoked. The most effective way is to put it in some sort of pipe. Only hit it once because it is only most potent after you have been completely sober, although you can still get a small feeling afterwards if you choose to try it again. The hit must be long and deep, almost to the point of passing out through lack of oxygen. If you know me, I'm a huge fan of
Wikipedia and they have a great section on it
here for those wanting to learn more.
So, the experiences.
#1. I walked into a house of some friends of mine. I hadn't been there for thirty seconds when someone says to me "you want to try a legal
hallucinogen? It's legal!" Oh, well then, how could I refuse. He put it in a pipe like one would do with some...well, anyway, he lit it. At first I felt nothing. For a few seconds I was disappointed. And then it happened. Everything that I could see turned almost
diagonally and started to repeat itself over and over again diagonally, like a film strip. I know I'm not explaining this right, but imagine a picture, one picture that is copied a hundred times and then run through a film reel. That's what I saw. Whatever I was seeing, I seen it a hundred times (does that make sense?). I was scared. I was freaking out. I thought it was going to be like
smoking grass. I couldn't move. My body was being weighed down like some force was keeping me that way. My skin felt like it was being pinched everywhere. I forgot where I was. I forgot who I was with. I was scared that I was having a stroke. Apparently I cried out for help and all I could hear were people laughing. Five minutes later, the affect wore off and I realized that what I had just experienced was one of the most mind altering things I have ever done. Even though it was scary, it was amazing. It changed the way I thought, only for those five minutes, but suddenly the weight of the world was non-existent. The world was frightening and I was afraid, but that's all it was: basic emotion. No problems. Just me and fear. Amazing.
#2. I had decided to stay away for a while, worrying that I would have the same freak out. However, I was persuaded to do it again before going to see
Step Brothers. I thought, this time I know what's going on, so it will be better. And I was right. I smoked it and started to laugh hysterically that I cried. I was so happy to be there, to be with my friends. I felt joy, togetherness, like my entire crew of friends and I were meant to be there at that very moment. I laughed some more. I cried some more. Again, my body was being pushed by some unknown being. My skin pinched, but comfortably. I got chills. I cried and laughed some more. Two girls I am very good friends with came near me and touched me on the shoulders. I had never felt anything more soothing or comforting. I laughed some more. The taxi came to get us. I laughed going into the taxi. I laughed getting out and going to the movies. This time, after ten minutes, it was over, and I realized the potential for a good time with the plant. This time, the world wasn't frightening, but it was right and joyful.
#3. The other night. A friend
texted me to tell me I could have what was left because it was too much for him. I went over to some friends' house to get it. We sat there. It had been a year since my last encounter. They wanted me to go first so I did. Light, smoke, big hit, hold in, release. Seconds. More seconds. Here it comes. The pinching started again followed by slight dizziness. Then the most far out experience I've ever had happened. The world around me started to become animated. It was like we had all become cartoons, like something out of
Cool World or
Who Framed Roger Rabbit? There were yellows and pinks. The pink objects may have been rabbits or bunnies, I'm not sure. But they were singing. I started to laugh. I laughed hysterically as I recall. It was beyond laughing. My laughter was another form of me, how I imagine the Joker feels when he laughs. A person in a white shirt walked in and he too became animated. It looked like he was wearing a white suit, like Col. Sanders, but not Col. Sanders. They looked at me and laughed and I laughed right back. I felt I belonged there, like I knew the living room better than anyone had ever known anything, like the room was speaking to me. More laughter. I grabbed the girl's knee and laughed more. A few minutes, and then nothing.
I don't condone this. I don't encourage it. But I don't discourage it either. I have seen many people do this and all with different affects. Sometimes more intense than mine it seems, and sometimes not. I will tell you that it is unbelievable how this works, how a simple plant that is smoked for a millisecond can affect your mind.
It makes me angry that people like Kathleen
Chidester are trying to outlaw the stuff in every state because she claims that her son used it and became depressed because of it, thereby leading to his suicide. It's people like her that don't see their own failures as parents as the lead to their children's demise. Blame all others, not yourself it seems. These are the people that hate marijuana not because they truly despise it, because it's illegal. To hate something because the government says not to do it is wrong, pretentious, and bombastic. It makes you a part of a cult, a schemer as our boy the Joker would say, and
necessarily so.