Humito's 14th experience with Salvia Divinorum,
several small pipes with unenhanced leaves.

Saturday 4 November 2000, Anneke and I had a visit from Wim Verhoogt. He brought me 2 Palatable clones. That was more than welcome, because I only have the Wasson clone, I think. So now I have two different Salvia clones, there could be an advantage in that if you want to grow seeds.

Wim came a little later than planned, because he had been stuck in a traffic-jam. So we were just having dinner when Wim rang the doorbell. Pretty soon we discovered from eachother that none of us smokes tobacco. For me extra important at that moment, because I had a lot of problems with my lungs, I had the flue, the past week. So I hoped he wouldn't smoke also.

Wim wanted to eat some beans also, so a little later we were eating together. It didn't take long before I felt at ease. I'm always a little excited when I'm going to meet someone new and then in my own home also. But lately I'm more lucky with that and I was comfortable with Wim quickly.

After I took the plants from Wim I put them on a cupboard, next to a couple of small boeddha statues. Then we chatted a little and first we smoked a little weed. Then the time was right to smoke a pipe of Salvia. My first waterpipe was going to be Palatable leaves from Wim. I put my dried leaves on the table for Wim to smoke also. Together we filled our pipes, he had his own glass pipe. I know these pipes, they smoke very well. But this time I filled my own waterpipe. So there we were, with 2 full pipes, ready for take off.

After a toast, we put the pipes on pour mouths and we both started smoking with a smile. Wim's leaves were clearly older (dried longer) than mine. This makes that it tastes more relaxed. It's less sharp. Maybe this the same reason why Marijuana is better smokable after about 3 weeks. Marijuana contains a certain kind of sugars (in Dutch they are called "langketige suikers", but I don't know in English), they are very sharp when smoked. After drying the weed for 3 weeks these sugars start to fall apart and because of that the weed tastes better after about 3 weeks of drying. There is yet another reason why Marijunana should be dried for at least 4 weeks.

This is something not a lot of smokers know, the THC is on the plant in an acid form. Acid substances are very difficult to smoke, because acids often only evaporate at very high temperatures. For example, take cocaine. Cocaine is not really smokable, because it's an acid, but when you make a base from it, by cooking it, f.e. with backing-soda, it evaporates a lot better. And now you have changed the cocaine from an acid into a base, also the name is changed. Now it's called crack-cocaine, crack is very well smokable. From this you become very, very stoned. Luckely I have never tried crack-cocaine and I NEVER will. So when weed is dried for at least 4 weeks, the acid THC changes into a base THC by itself, because of the influence of light and air. You'll get at least 3 to 4 times more high from the same weed than when it is dried for only 2 weeks. This is with THC and it doesn't apply to Salvinorin A. In this case it is just those sugars that fall apart and make the material more enjoyable to smoke.

After finishing my waterpipe in 1 blow, I kept the smoke in as long as possible. When I blew out the smoke I allready felt a strong trip coming. It was beautiful once again, super wonderful images appeared with an enormous speed. My eyes were closed when the images became so strong that they completely pushed away the normal reality. For a moment I forfot where I was, and I slowly opened my eyes. There I saw Wim, clearly under the influence of Salvia. It was obvious to me that Wim is as sensetive to it as I am. When the trip calmed down a little I started my old game again.

Who, what and where.

Who is looking at all this,
What is looking at all this,
Where is that which, that's looking at this all.
In other words, who, what and where is that which I'm asking myself.
There is something that is observing all this, my source of life, where is that. What and who and where is that source of my life. When you move your hand while tripping, you can clearly feel your hand moving. But I can also feel that it's only signals beeing transmitted through my hand. So, who, what and where recieves these signals. So when my hand moves, I know, I feel my hand moving. But I can also feel that I am not moving my own self, so when will I (the observer of all this, that which, that recieves and interpretates all signals) move along. When I move my finger, then obviously not, and the same goes for my leg or toe. Then I clearly feel signals beeing transmitted through my body, to the observer, my true self. But then again, what is my true self? I find this a very nice question, which I, everytime I make a trip, try to remember. Where in this body am I hidden? Where, who and what is that which, that recieves all signals, in other words, who and what am I?

Moving a little bit with my body I tried to find myself, this game lasted very short. The trip was diminishing allready and Wim was sitting opposite from me with his eyes open also. He was looking at me and Anneke and mumbled something like: "beautiful, far out, never seen before, wow, I'm tripping very hard and it's very wonderful". Then he started talking to Anneke saying: "that I forgot, I don't want to forget, it is so beautiful. Such a shame you can not see it, so enormously wonderful and so much comprehensive. It can not be told in words, it's hard to explain". What Wim exactly said further I couldn't hear anymore. I had closed my eyes for a while again, for the last time floating away in the see of images. Then the strongest effect was over again, Wim and I looked at eachother and I thought: "this is really cool". I told Wim I found his leaves very strong also. It was good to see someone who also clearly gets under the influence of this plant.

It was the first time I saw somebody get swept away to this extend from this plant. I have tried to initiate several people, but I have never seen anyone trip as hard from Salvia Divinorum as he did. Finally I could see someone, Wim in this case, have the same sort of effect from smoking Salvia as I have. This was very funny, allthough I think that the effect of smoking Salvia is too hard for real grouptrips. It was obvious that Wim and I were each in our own trip, it is too hard and strong for having a joint trip. When f.e. I started talking about the search for my soul in my body, Wim was clearly on a totally different trip. This will be probably different with chewing Salvia, because then the trip comes up a lot slower. You'll have more time to adjust to it, and control it better. When smoked, in the right way, so you'll pass the threshold dose, the trip knocks in so hard that it's hard to have any control. The controlpanel does work though, if used in the right manner, but on a different level.

According to me we both experienced it positively and it didn't take long before we smoked our second pipe Salvia. Again we did it at the same time, so we were both staring in the room, mumbling from amazement and admiration. Sometimes our eyes open, sometimes closed, beeing tossed back and forth from the ordinairy to the Salvia world. This time it hit me hard again, I had the feeling and the thought: " you want a breakthrough? here's your breakthrough"!!

This produced a lovely trip again, I got peeled, every layer that was peeled from me, was a new breakthrough, and so it went on. Everytime I thought: "pfffffffffff that was it", a new layer was peeled off and I was a little more naked, closer to the truth. Whatever else I have said then, I don't remember anymore, but this breakthrough kept on breaking through. During the whole trip I cracked like an eggshell and crawled out of this shell, to experience that as a completely new reality, on which this reality got cracked again immediatly and again it appeared to be another layer around the reality. I was struggling myself through all these layers. Some layers almost didn't want to go away, those realities, realms, were more solid than others. Some cracked easy and dropped from me almost by itself, to come again in a reality that didn't want to dissappear. Then I had to struggle a lot to get out of there. It really felt like a breakthrough, the harder the struggle, the harder the breakthrough. Everytime it seemed as if there were other entities waiting for me, to help me get out of the former reality. The harder it was, the harder the struggle, the more creatures, mostly humanlike creatures, were waiting for me, to help me. I vagely remember telling Anneke I was experiencing breakthrough after breakthrough.

When the effect faded, I experienced a final breakthrough, and, very funny, that was a breakthrough to this world. What I'm now asking myself is, did I really get here by smoking Salvia or was I here longer. Are all these realities, which I went through, real existing realities? It's a wonderous substance, Salvia Divinorum, it often gives you an experience, that leaves you full of questions. It is a real powerplant, one that doesn't only give answers. Salvia Divinorum also shows you what other possibilities are there, so you don't get a ready answer, which often doesn't exist of course. Because something real is learned, as from itself new questions appear.

The effect of the waterpipe had faded a lot allready. I didn't feel more than a mild high, from the weed and hashoil I had smoked before. And again I felt like a small waterpipe with weed, a little drop of hashoil on it and smoke it up again. It was a wonderful night, Wim was very comfortable on the couch also. I myself had overcome my shyness and it was as if I knew Wim longer. We had been talking about the glaswork, nescessary for making extracts. Then we felt like smoking another pipe of Salvia. I probably filled my pipe with Wim's leaves, but I'm not sure anymore. I do know for sure that I had a full pipe. In one big pull I inhaled the smoke and also this time I was able to hold it in for a long time.

At once the images appeared. At the moment I saw a house coming over me, I broke through the house. The house was on me like a hat, but the next moment it changed into a pencil or pen. But it was crazy, the house was still over me like a hat, the pen was something else. I changed into the pen, I had become the pen. All kinds of colours came out of the pen, it really was a multi-colour pen. Everywhere a certain colour was needed, the pen changed into the right colour. It was a beautiful colour-spectacle.

After a while it seemed as if something important was visible. It slowly occured to me what I was witnessing. With a shock I realized, I was watching the creation of the universe, but I had never seen such a strange creation. God, I use this name now for the creator, was making the creation before my eyes. Everything that was created came from only one thing, it came from myself, because I was the pen myself. I looked at the drawing of the universe, that was made at that moment. Reality was nothing more than a drawing, a real-life drawing. But God could not be a pen! That God is in me also I can accept, but the fact that I was God, that God was an ordanairy colourpen, that was drawing everything that was happening and that at the same time I was that pen, became a little too much for me. I didn't understand anymore. Then, far away, I heard my girlfriend say: "look, he's far away again". I said something like: "no, no, I am a pen". It was a great feeling to be the creator(drawer) of everything. Finally I knew how everything came to existance, finally I was in peace with everything, like having peace with a painting. Why resist against a painting?

I also had the feeling that I could have changed the world as I would have wanted. I was the creator, the drawer, but I found that it was all good as it was. I knew what the purpose was of everything and I knew that it all would turn out for the good. Of course here lies the chance for a shaman, allthough I had lost almost every need to change something in the drawing, there were a few little things I did change. These changes are mostly related to my personal drawing, than to the outside world I am experiencing now. Personally I find this a very interesting point. I will surely test this further, to see if it's possible to change myself in this way, like a sort of transcendental meditation.

The Salvia effect was fading again, but the rest of the night I would still feel something. After every pipe with weed or hash I smoked, I saw a glimpse of the Salvia worlds I had visited that night again. It was a special night for me, one I would really like to repeat again.