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I wrote this a few years ago, just a couple days after trying it.
I bought a 40X concentrate of it, so it wasn't just the plain leaf I was smoking.
I had read that you had to smoke it in a pretty specific way for it to work. If I remember correctly, I think you were supposed to keep the flame on it even after it was burning as you inhaled because a higher temperature was required than with normal smoking materials for some reason. Multiple, consecutive "hits" were also suggested and the 30 seconds of holding the smoke in was extra-long, but also suggested.
Anyway, here's what I said then:
I drew one huge hit into my lungs and held my breath as I counted to 30. I then exhaled fully and pulled another large cloud of smoke into my lungs on the next inhalation. Again, I counted to 30. As I counted, I began to feel a pleasing, 'electric' sensation in my feet and lower legs - more than a tingle, but less than a shock. Again, I exhaled and took a third hit on the following inhalation and, again, began to count.
When I hit 10, the sensation in my feet and legs began to intensify. By the time I got to 20, I realized that I had already exhaled from the sheer force of the salvia hitting me fully.
The feeling in my feet and legs now moved up through my entire body and became astoundingly intense; it felt almost as if my body was vibrating. This vibrating gradually became a feeling of downward pressure, as if gravity's pull had suddenly intensified at least 3 times. I recall telling the other person in the room, 'It's cool. It's really cool. I'm feeling it now.' but my voice sounded far away and it took real effort just to speak. I was aware my words were slightly slurred, but unable to speak more clearly. Shortly, it would become too difficult to speak intelligibly at all - I had to concentrate just to be able to finish a sentence.
At this point, I began to feel I was slowly becoming two-dimensional. I felt I had become a (very heavy) completely flat version of myself - like a cardboard cutout. I remember trying to tell my friend what I was feeling at this point, but I was having serious trouble communicating with the outside world and I'm fairly certain I trailed off in mid-sentence. I then hallucinated that my now-flat legs had rolled up to my knees like a windowshade. This caused me to briefly panic and consider getting up to try to re-establish the existence of my legs. Luckily, I was still lucid enough to realize I had smoked salvia and that this was a hallucination. I spent the next few seconds in an internal discussion with myself over whether I would be physically able to maintain balance if I stood and decided it was best not to try.
The feeling of being flat and legless was giving way to the feeling that I was now somehow sinking or melting into the loveseat. What was me became indistinguishable from what was the loveseat. Eventually, what was me became indistinguishable from any object I looked at. The very concept of 'me' seemed, in itself, to be absurd. I was all of these things and they were all each other. I saw everything in the room and yet none of it had any meaning. I could neither distinguish between the television and the entertainment center upon which it sat, nor tell you the purpose of either one.
It was then that I might have begun to panic, when I suddenly felt myself return to lucidity. It wasn't a gradual return to my normal faculties, but more like I was suddenly 'snapped' back to a more lucid state.
I looked to my friend next to me on the couch and he told me I had been "gone" for about 5-6 minutes. During this time he had apparently moved from his seat and returned, though I had been unaware he had ever moved.
For the next 10-15 minutes I remained completely lucid, though speech and maintaining balance were still fairly difficult. I felt excited, almost elated during this period as I attempted to describe to my friend what I had experienced. By the time 30 minutes had passed, my speech and balance had recovered as well. I had a sense of general well-being and was in high spirits for the remainder of the evening. I awoke the following morning feeling completely normal.
That was the first (best) time. Overall, it was too short to be worth the cost (though any longer would be unbearable (to me)).
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