Psychonaut

One time I smoked this crazy crazy stuff called Salvia with my friend Doc. It has no negative side effects and most chemists can't exactly explain how it works. Mayans, Shamans and Buddhist monks have smoked it for meditation and Native Americans used it for healing. You may have heard of it. It's a legal narcotic where I live. You take one little puff and it makes you trip really hard for about 3-5 minutes. So Doc and I took turns taking one toke each. I went first as I am a veteran psychonaut. When I took the hit I sank back into the couch and my vision kind of began to close in like a fisheye lens. Then suddenly I blacked out for a few seconds and in that time I had jumped up off the couch and quickly started to make my way to the stairs. Then a wave of confusion and madness crashed into me from out of nowhere. It was like I was hit by a bus so hard that it knocked my consciousness (everything that makes me me) out of my body and a freaky thick feeling of amnesia enveloped me like giant velvet curtain. I was left with a void where my self had been. It was so weird. I had no idea what had happened to me. Doc (who was sober), grabbed my arm and tried to calm me down. So when I couldn't remember who I was, Doc was standing there and so naturally I thought I was him. I could only see his face and it felt as though I was both he and I simultaneously. I thought something terribly wrong had happened to me. I thought that I died from some kind of accident like a bad car wreck and had woken up in a hospital or something. I also remember saying "No...No..., What happened, I can't, I don't want to do it, And Doc said "you already did it" I said "No I don't want to.., Did something happen? I insisted upon going up out of the basement and as I did, it became apparent that the stairs were not a diagonal direction but instead they were straight ahead like a side walk. A couple minutes later sitting in the chair upstairs I think I said "Did we smoke something?" I was talking to Sarah (Doc's wife) who sat behind a desk and I suddenly felt as though I was a mental patient in a psychiatrists office. I wasn't feeling comfortable just sitting still so I insisted again that we go outside. That really made me feel better. I laid on the driveway and then sat on the front steps while trying in vain to convey my experience to Doc, unintentionally using really vague terminology as my mind was still drifting. I really didn't like the terrifying experience until I got a grip on reality and was sure that everything was ok. In all it was a very spiritual trip but entirely frightening. After I came down a few minutes later, Doc took a hit and had an entirely different experience (it effects everyone differently). He was very calm and felt as though the couch was trying to eat him. He laughed in sporadic bursts, cried for about 2 seconds and then went back to laughing. We might try it again sometime when the weather is nice. It would be cool to try it in a large green field near my house.