Salvia Divinorum

That's a very one-sided perception of pleasure, pleasure extends into many other avenues. But I'm up for your suggestion =)

What you're talking about is self realization. Pleasure is one of the most basic rungs of natural human needs. To boil all human needs into the word pleasure is extremely misleading of your point. Pleasure automatically directs to other words like sex, euphoria, visual and sensual stimulation. A more appropriate word to describe what you mean is fulfillment.

As was mentioned earlier, pleasure without pain is meaningless. Sometimes pain is the goal. Sometimes humans overlook the simplistic nature of pleasure to pursue a more fulfilling life of academia, hardship, and community service.

And don't give me this "but those things are done for pleasure". Bull shit- some people live really hard lives trying to help others or help their family. It's called dedication. Soldiers who spend their years risking their lives for the protection of their families- that's love. People who work to put supper on the dinner every night- hardly pleasurable.

Anyway, I don't care if people do drugs or not. What annoys me (and tells me a lot about their self) is when someone becomes so consumed by one feeling, and they don't pursue a more meaningful path of knowledge and passion.
 
Pesh is a pretty cool guy when hes not RAGE-ing.
 
So what ever happend to Atomic_Piggy ??

-dodo
 
I've never tried Salvia but I'd probably consider it, given the right circumstances.

I want to hear about this.
 
Salvia really isn't that fun to smoke.
The high you get is great but it's almost TOO intense, up to the point of being terrifying.

I hated my experience with it, it was a while ago though so I don't remember the strain.
 
I forgot about this thread. I did take it btw. I was with a bunch of friends who were smoking pot, and one of them had taken salvia before, so I figured, since he is here, why not.

I have to say, I was quite pathetic about and smoked one leaf - it was intense. The trip lasted about 5 minutes - though to me it seemed like ages. I didn't have a bad experience or anything. Everything got outlines around, there was a purple haze (!) across everything and I sensed loads of presences in the room (apart from my friends) - this last one wasn't pleasant. I got the feeling I was being watched by these entities, and though I didn't have a bad trip as such, I'm not gonna rush out to do it again. It should be noted that I have long since learned from other psychedelics not to resist the changes that take place, but to go with the flow, which I know has been known to cause problems on super strong drugs like DMT and salvia before.
 
Haven't experienced what? Pain? Pleasure?

There's varying degrees of both, and I've been alive for almost two decades now.... I think I've experienced many degrees of pain and pleasure.

you said pleasure cant be quantified without pain, which i dont agree with
 
Without the distinction of pain, pleasure (also happiness) is meaningless. I agree with that.
 
I think most people don't get high their first time using it. It just doesn't work for some reason.

I have found today (not more then 3 hours ago) out this is totally false.
 
salvia is such a waste of money- so, so expensive. I'm speaking in terms of the length/quality of the high per gram vs dollar amount per gram.

If you want to be tripped out go on a meth binge for a week straight and don't sleep. Insane stories you won't soon forget.

Or just stick with weed.

All the times I've done salvia it's also RUINED whatever pipe it was used in. DO NOT use it in your favorite piece unless you want it to smell and taste like shit for as long as you have it.
 
Salvia really isn't that fun to smoke.
The high you get is great but it's almost TOO intense, up to the point of being terrifying.

I hated my experience with it, it was a while ago though so I don't remember the strain.

Chances are if it was terrifying it was probably extract.
 
This talk about salvia sounds.......interesting. Can anyone recommend a high st or online shop in the UK, England to buy small amounts? The stronger the strain, the better.

:afro:
 
Bumpage.

Had a salvia trip recently, and not really the good kind. I don't remember much of what happens in a lot of the trips I've had unless I've written shit down soon afterward, but this was extremely vivid. I didn't get "transported" as I had on previous trips. After my second hit from the pipe it started to feel like existence was melting away. My surroundings transformed into a cavern and took on a kind of fabric-like quality. It all began getting pulled towards a corner along with me. Some kind of face appeared against a wall, which had turned into an endless mass of blue drapes. It was communicating with me, but while it was basically sputtering out gibberish, I understood it as saying "It's time to go" while giving this evil ****ing grin. Every where I turned I was getting enveloped into this blue mass, and I tried running away but couldn't get anywhere since everything was being suctioned from underneath me. I kept looking for a way to escape, but I was stuck. The doors had vanished and were replaced with fleshy patches of vine that were starting to spread across the room.

Two things started running through my head. I had either:

1.) Crossed the edge and gone into psychosis.

2.) This was it. My life was some little joke or play that had ended and now its creators were tearing it all away into nothingness. Some cosmic entity was slipping its fingers (the vines) into my existence and was slowly and laughingly tearing down the set.

My body fused with carpet and the faces started spawning into the surroundings, moving around, crawling up my arm and onto my skin. After it felt like I had been trying to struggle and escape from this fate for about an hour, scrambling and crawling over mounds of sheets while my legs melted towards the corner, the trip began ebbing off and I got some sense of things. There were no mystical closed-eyed experiences. No fascinating insight into myself. Just the sheer terror of life being pulled from under me like a rug, with me on it.

Fun stuff. It wasn't the most extravagant trip I've had, but it felt the most "real". Don't **** with the stuff unless you're prepared. My setting was shit and may have contributed to my experience. And you should always have a sitter. One trip may be dandy and beautiful, but the next one can be terrifying. I've only done it a few times and this would be my first bad experience, but it's kinda put me off the stuff for now.
 
What I would like to know is, why are trips ever "terrifying"? Surely you've just taken the drug so you are expecting something to happen?

Or is it like a dream state, where regardless of your state of mind while being conscious, during the dream you'll believe anything?
 
Pretty much the latter. It's not just the images that can affect you. Your psychological state can get malleable as f*ck.

I remembered I had smoked salvia, but its association with what was happening to me didn't register. It was just coincidence.
 
Are you ****ing kidding me, I can't believe this. pleasure is the ****ing reason for life

I don't even remember posting this, but..


I suppose it depends on your definition of pleasure. For instance, I would be very much pleased, if say, Korea took over the goddamn ****ing world mwahaha... ahem. It would give me great satisfaction, especially if I had participated in it, a sense of acheivment that would give me joy.


But, you know, physical pleasure. What's the good in that? Sure it makes you feel great for a moment, but what about after the moment passes?
 
Think I might get some more salvia, only tried it twice. It was pretty potent stuff.
I'm already ****ed in the head so I can't see the harm.
 
More physical pleasure.

But then it gets old and not fun anymore. Like when you first eat a chocolate rabbit, and you think "this is good", but if you keep eating more chocolate rabbits, you will become sick and think "I need something else, this physical pleasure is no longer desirable, it has become a useless sick old woman. I need something new", so then you go and you masturbate, and you fap and you fap and you fap and you fap.
But then, you start to chafe and your penis bleeds and no more jizz is coming out, dry shot after dry shot. SO finally you stop, and you say, "I need more physical pleasure", I must punch, so you punch and you punch the wall until your hand bleeds. And so then you do sit ups until your stomach burns...

And you fall to the ground and vomit from exercising after eating 6 chocolate rabbits.

You sit there, in the corner, alone, covered in chocolate vomit, a bloody penis and fist and cry, and you say to your self-

"THIS IS NOT THE REASON FOR LIFE!!!"
 
But then it gets old and not fun anymore. Like when you first eat a chocolate rabbit, and you think "this is good", but if you keep eating more chocolate rabbits, you will become sick and think "I need something else, this physical pleasure is no longer desirable, it has become a useless sick old woman. I need something new", so then you go and you masturbate, and you fap and you fap and you fap and you fap.
But then, you start to chafe and your penis bleeds and no more jizz is coming out, dry shot after dry shot. SO finally you stop, and you say, "I need more physical pleasure", I must punch, so you punch and you punch the wall until your hand bleeds. And so then you do sit ups until your stomach burns...

And you fall to the ground and vomit from exercising after eating 6 chocolate rabbits.

You sit there, in the corner, alone, covered in chocolate vomit, a bloody penis and fist and cry, and you say to your self-

"THIS IS NOT THE REASON FOR LIFE!!!"

I didn't actually follow that strain of conversation and was just throwing out a flippant comment.

But I was indeed referring to masturbation, so you're somewhat accurate with that assessment. :O
 
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