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(45,848 posts)MayReasonRule
(4,144 posts)I'd first read about Sally D in 1986 when perusing Richard Schultes ethnobotanical tomes.
The next time it came across my radar was when I received my first ..Of The Jungle catalog in 1990.
I ordered a plant and managed to keep it alive for around six months before I lost it to downy mildew.
It wasn't until 2002 that I had my first experience with Sally. I and my two friends started with just the basic dried leaf in a dedicated pipe. I was all at once enveloped in a tent of green within which I could hear my friends speaking, but just barely above the roar of the psychedelic rush that coursed through my very being.
About six months later, I purchased a 20x powdered extract. I and two friends got together and each of us took turns as the other two watched over. It was the single strangest trip I've ever taken.
Instead of being enveloped in a tent of green, I suddenly found myself in a cornfield. I had somehow become a combine and corn stalks flew all around me as I roared through the dense cornfield foliage. In the background there were voices that I took as the voices of my ancestors encouraging me to keep rolling and keep harvesting the food of life in the field.
It was such an intense experience, unlike any other psychedelic I've ever experienced. For me, Sally D holds a place of reverential awe. Perhaps one day before my journey in this life is finally complete I'll revisit that cornfield. Sally is not a psychedelic that I would personally use for "recreational enjoyment", it's too much of strident teacher for me.
Psilocybin, peyote and LSD-25 were each revelatory in their own ways. Of those psilocybin is the one that I'd most likely enjoy recreationally again with my honey.
May your journeys be revelatory, enjoyable and safe!
Laissez bon temps rouler!
Walleye
(45,848 posts)MayReasonRule
(4,144 posts)It was revelatory, it took me back to the age of eight just before I became suicidal and allowed me to remember how magically impossible life really is.
I took that memory with me all through my journeys for the next twenty years. I still struggled horribly, however that singular remembrance clung to me in a uniquely positive way that often lit my path home to live to fight another day.