I am not alone

"I started receiving this... message."

Substances: Salvia divinorum

I packed one hit and set three other pinches of leaf aside for quick loading. The lighter I was using was not performing optimally, so the first lighting was only enough to produce a medium-sized hit. I asked my friend for another lighter and smoked the rest of the bowl. With him lighting, I was able to smoke two more bowls.

After the last inhalation, I fell back, not aware of being in any particular physical space, nor aware of having a body. I started receiving this... message. A message from a coalition of entities. I got the impression that they were a collective of some sort. They kept telling me that "I" had been sent by them, but I'm not quite sure who "I" was. "I" was not the normal me, but someone... inhabiting the normal me. Almost as if I were posessing my own body. There was no classic ego death, as I still knew there was a real me to inhabit.

What the entities kept telling me over and over that I had been sent by them, that I was the first, but that I was not alone. When there were enough of "us" we would take control. Take control of what, I cannot say.

I know I vocalized "I am not alone. There are others. There will be more" over and over. I was aware of the voice of my friend - asking me what I meant, who were the others... but I just kept saying "you wouldn't understand". At the same time, it's as if the "real me" was able to objectively observe all this and realize that it wasn't "real", yet another faction of my consciousness was buying into it fully.

From the start, there were these bizarre highways of energy running all over my body... twisting, undulating. After the entitiy contact was over, I was able to stand and begin walking around. The energy tendrils were still moving at high speed, dictating how I moved and which way I went. I found that I could manage to control the tendrils to some extent and get them to behave differently. It felt truly odd.

As the effects started to lessen, something told me that there was more. More to see, farther out to go. That if I were to smoke more, much more would be revealed.

Salvia is indeed a wholly unique experience. I wouldn't rate the intensity of my experience higher than trips I've had with the ususal suspects, but I know that the potential is there. I'm sure I'll be able to find out.