The Salvia Divinorum Experience

Salvia Divinorum
By Daniel Kelly
I was home alone in my little apartment in London and had just taken delivery that
day for some Salvia. I began with a few small cones and had visions of the parts and
pieces that made up my living room to be what I thought were people made from the
universe. My chair and a map of London and my desk made one person and so on.
I decided to up the ante, as I wasn’t reaching a threshold. I packed one pipe and kept
the vial of Salvia open ready to pack again while I held the first toke in. I repacked
and took the next hit.
This is what happened next.
I remember thinking I was stuck in what was the inside of some sort of cone shaped
reality. The point of the inside of the cone was defined by the index finger of my
outstretched left arm.
I could feel a thin line running down my left arm like I was laying on the edge of a
piece of glass. As I tried to roll off of it my surroundings emerged out of the left side
of my body leaving behind 3D expressions of bits and pieces of my body mainly my
face. My surroundings were forming around me as I rolled.
I kept rolling and rolling trying to escape this cone. It was like reality had merged
with this thin line that was attaching itself to the length of my body. As I rolled I
could hear my body emerging out of this reality but leaving expressions of itself
behind and forming my living room that spewed out into place as I rolled. It reminded
me of bricks forming a road as a person walked along the path that was being formed
in front of them or millions of little tiles spewing out to form the material world
around me. All falling perfectly into place like an invisible, intelligent force guided
them.
I began to panic a bit a let out some weird cries for help. I began asking entities that I
thought were observing me what had happened. I was asking what I was and who I
was and something communicated to me “You’re Daniel Kelly”.
I remember thinking that I was a version of myself in a slice of the past that had
become conscious. Like I was trapped in a single moment in time in the past. I
thought to myself this is not supposed to be. I was still me in this slice of reality but I
thought the real me had kept going on his normal path. Like a movie on a cinema
projector keeps playing the movie on the screen but I had become animated and aware
within and inanimate frame of the movie that had already been projected onto the
screen but never to be played again.
I then got really freaked out and began to roll more trying to escape. I could hear my
self-rolling in this reality, I could hear the expressions of myself being left as I rolled.
It was then that the entity that I thought was watching me told me to roll back into the
expressions of myself that I had left.
I began to do this and could feel those expressions and the millions of tiles ripping
away from the material reality that they had formed and remerging with my body in
the same pre-determined way they had originally formed.
The voice was saying “that’s it, that’s it” I became excited because instead of trying
to roll out of this slice of reality I needed to roll into it. That worked for awhile but I
must have got stopped by something in my living room cause I opened my eyes again
and saw my body like it was cut down the middle sticking up out of the floor three or
four times where I had rolled.
I began to think that what I had smoked evacuated me from the illusion of reality and
I was now in the true reality and stuck. Like I had been awoken from a 28 yearlong
dream to find that this was what the true reality was. I was sure I had awoken myself
from a slumber and now had to adjust to this new reality like a baby being born but
with the knowledge of a 28 year old. Not being able to pull my body off of this thin
edge running down the left side of my finger, arm, face and body I was convinced that
this was how it was going to be from now on.
The thoughts that go through someone’s head when they are confronted with such a
thing are indescribable. The entities that I thought were observing me were
confirming that this is the true nature of reality and if I were going to be comfortable
with it, I had to learn to accept it and what I was experiencing was only teething
problems and I would eventually separate myself from the edge of material reality.
At this stage I was really worried. I started half crying asking “what is this, what am I,
what’s happened” I thought back to my original conclusion that I was a version of my
past self stuck in a "been and gone" version of reality and had become aware of itself.
Just a forgotten memory of a past reality fully aware of its existence but stuck in that
moment forever! At this point I was hysterical I remember crying out for help and
seeing the three or four expressions of my face that were merged with the floor where
I had rolled doing the same thing in exact time with the facial movements I was doing
like a mirror image. This continued for a while.
At this point something clicked and I looked at my index finger of my outstretched

arm, which was where this point of reality seemed to be emerging from and bent my
arm so as my finger touch my nose.
It was all still as I saw it in my drama but I could see where things began and where
they ended, so to speak. I found myself on my knees with one arm pointing and
touching the ground. I sat up and looked around. There was a tea towel near a belt on
the ground this still had the look of my face as did two pillows on the couch. This is
what I had thought were the expressions of myself being left by my rolling inside this
cone of reality.
Upon further awareness of my surroundings I discovered that the place had been
trashed. My couch was on its back there were glasses and cups overturned, spilt
ashtrays, remote controls everywhere. My TV was pushed out of place. My living
room was a mess.
The sound I heard that related to what I had described earlier as being the path
forming in front of someone walking or the millions of tiles guided by an invisible
force, which I described as being this reality emerging out of the left side of my body
was actually the sound of me trashing my tiny living room. The sound of my body
over the floorboards and the crashing of various things as I heard it had more of a Sci-
Fi sound FX feel to them.
The whole experience only lasted around 6-8 minutes but seemed like, well, an
infinite amount of time and no time at all both at the same time. Forever and a
nanosecond experienced as one.
Once I had properly come to I spent the next 20mins walking around repeating,
“FUCK, FUCKIN FUCK, FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT” I couldn’t
really comprehend what had happened and to a degree still cant.
It is my conclusion from this experience that time is not a reality. I have been aware
of the idea that time is just a construct of the human race, but I now have experienced
the undeniable truth that time does not exist.
Will I do it again…………..? Probably.
Although, ill have someone there to make sure I don’t trash my place again.
One of the most bizarre experiences of my life!

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