Its been a couple of months since I did Salvia Divinorum in its 80X from, and I feel its time to write out my take on what I experienced. First Id like to start by saying that this was not my first hallucinogenic experience and not my first Salvia trip. It was, however, my first time smoking more than 20x extract, as well as my strongest hallucination in my memory that I can recall. So here goes
It was another evening at my apartment, a hang out place for the local youth it seemed. My little brother had been showing people his little vial about 1/3 full of the sacred herb, trying to get someone to try it, as he was too afraid to try it himself. Many around here know of my experiences with mushrooms, LSA and other naturals(I dont favor the man-made stuffs) as well as my potent interest and experiences with the shamanic realms, so they suggested I take it and they could watch me on it. I agreed to partake, explaining that what they were about to see and what I was to experience were completely separate events and neither the spectators nor myself would ever know exactly what happened from the others perspective. I was to leave the consensus reality of that particular aspect of the Moment, I explained.
I took up my little zong, loaded a domer (personal bong hit of marijuana) and added the 1/3 of the vial of SD. I lit up, taking it all in, holding it for a few seconds, and finally blowing out, no cough. I sat there for a second, wondering if it was bunk and, under the advice of a friend, decided to lean back against the wall.
As soon as I connected with the wall, reality was cut into an infinite amount of frames, and as I was aware of this, I was also aware that I had no idea how long I had been in this state. It could have been a second or an hour, maybe longer, maybe shorter. The best I could describe the feeling is to say that I felt my being tied to all these frames, but they belonged together and I had fell through the cracks, as if my reality was akin to a meat log and some great being had began chopping pieces off of it, not realizing there was a whole reality, maybe many, all bundled up in this log.
As I felt this, another curious thing had occurred. It felt as though half of my face, my lower body and some of my upper body had fell out of the normal reality and the other half was outside of the log of possible realities. I could see into my room, yet I could also see this street from the perspective of a giant cylinder or soda bottle rolling down the street. On and on it rolled for what seemed like weeks, with me hanging partway out, completely alarmed and helpless. I could also feel my other body rolling around in my room, the gravitational effects of rolling in the cylinder completely affecting my normal body. The meaty feeling was extremely uncomfortable, something Id rather not experience again, but, being a psychonaut, I most likely will again, either in another trip or in dreaming.
I decided I had to push my way to the end of the cylinder, sort of wading through the frames of realities for an indeterminable amount of time until the cylinder began to narrow. Words cannot express how relieved I was to know that there was an end, a possible way out if I could force myself out. And that I did, though it was very difficult and somewhat painful.
There I was, standing in a cartoonish world on a street, free of feeling attached to everyone and everything in those realities, another feeling I abhorred. It was like the tapestry of reality was a thin layer, and whenever my being was pressed up, plugged into it, I could feel the entire tapestry. Back on topic, there was this man leaning up against a wall on the left side of the street. He looked cartoonish as well, and his head resembled the statues of Easter Island and Hawaii (I think) and went halfway down his torso. He was completely emotionless. I deemed these men the guardians of the realities, making sure no one accidentally slipped in between as I had done. When he saw me, he and a friend from a nearby side road came running after me. I decided it best to jump back through what now were like gateways to my possible realities and take my chances there.
I saw my bed through my bodys perspective in one of the realities of my room that was similar to the one I had fell out of, except almost all the people were gone. I jumped up into it, grabbing my bed and trying to pull myself up into it (the reality). I felt someone grab my legs and turned to see the guardians attempting to pull me back between the cracks to who knows what heinous realm of existence. I was alarmed at first, but shock quickly turned to anger and the desire to escape from these bastards and I began kicking the sh!t out of them until my brother and the only other person in the room grabbed my arms and pulled me up into the reality completely. They were asking me if I was ok, to which I replied fuck no!
The guardians had followed me into my room, so I fought them/evaded them for a bit before seeing a gateway to another reality, my living room downstairs, and promptly jumped through.
They had me again as I forced my way through and eventually was picking myself up off of the floor. Looking up, I noticed that my brother and friend had come through the gateway as well and that all the people that were originally there were sitting downstairs. I had wondered if my brother and everyone else was in league with these guardians, watching me most of my life, making sure I didnt slip up and find this very thing that I shouldnt have.
As I pondered this, everyone began laughing, at the thought that I was entertaining, or so I thought. Seeing my brother, I formulated a test. I would assault my little brother and, since the guardians were emotionless, if he gave an emotional reaction Id know that he wasnt in on it. So I grabbed his shirt, put it over his head, spun him around and pushed him across the room.
What the fuck! was the response I received from him, confirming that he was, in fact, just my little brother. Immediately I pointed to the people in the room.
What of them? I exclaimed angrily, to which he replied what about them? and I reiterated the question. He shrugged it off, mumbling something and turning away. I saw another gateway to outside and decided I was jumping again because I couldnt trust these other fellows and I knew my brother was fine there.
Another reason I was wanting to go through these gateways was to find space. Since I felt everyone and everything in these realities, which was waayyyyy too uncomfortable, nothing sounded better than leaving the ground, being truly free from the feeling.
Outside, I could still see the limit of reality behind the layers of stars, the layer of existence that I normally resided in. The street pavement was about an inch above the parking lot pavement, and I found when I stood on the divide, rocking back and forth, it abated the feeling of feeling everything else slightly. I sat there long enough to solidify myself better into this reality, then headed for the door. There, some of the inside people were out smoking. A neighbor came up and started talking to me about some nonsense, and I quickly told her to shut the hell up as I was fucked up at the moment and couldnt handle talking to her, and I went inside.
I was suddenly aware of being upstairs, half of the people up there with me. I felt I could slip out of body or out of reality again at any given moment, and I found a solution: continually doing something I would normally do. The only thing I could think of was to keep describing my trip to the people, as they were curious as to what the hell was going through my head (I had destroyed half of my room in the fleeting battle with the guardians.) I spent over an hour doing that and tried to ignore the idea that, no matter how much all these people thought their lives, their worlds were important, it was all just an unimportant bottle rolling down a street somewhere in some other reality, literally and/or metaphorically, and that it could easily be destroyed. I continued hanging out, acting nonchalant and trying to appreciate the safe and simple reality I was currently involved in.
Every so often now, I get some sort of cognitive dissonance, like seeing the void beyond the room Im in, or feeling someone from behind their eyes (feels like a sort of

ing! weird, I know..), but it doesnt worry me in the least, like when I hear of people with HPPD or depersonalization/derealization or whatever they call it. I think it is because I dont see it as some hallucination, but more of a peak into these things. I enjoy/take in the experience while it lasts and then analyze it later.
Ive talked to three of my friends throughout the two months since then whove tried SD for the first time, all 80x oddly enough, and they experienced similar events, mainly going out of body or out of reality, some getting stuck for a bit, but none said anything about these guardians.
I also remember thinking of an image of a shamanic being, traveling between the frames of reality, looking like a constant being while countless waves or multicolored frames constantly emanating off of him. I felt that was worth mentioning. I want to attempt to draw this sometime.
All in all, I have disliked or hated all the SD trips Ive had if I look at it from a recreational point of view, but, as I dont perceive it that way, Ill probably do it again if given the opportunity. No matter how uncomfortable, how could I decline the opportunity to experience other worlds? Maybe next time Ill manage to stay nonreactive and maybe even communicate with these guardian fellows.
Another profound journey to add to the memory banks
and a frightening one at that..