Відео

It’s crazy that this whole thing happened inside his brain and the fact that the Internet worked and could give him information he didn’t already know. This is so fascinating

This is what Itachi did to Kakashi

Full of shit, what were the first and last names of the friends from the trip? 45 sec is not accurate. It takes almost 15-20 min for it to go away. He is elaborating and over dramatizing a Salvia trip

Moral of the story...don't do drugs. Imagine what this could do for highschoolers if he gave speeches about this to them. Look how many wouldn't touch them. I also wanna say, listening to this was deeply tragic. This poor man. At first he prob looked at it as a curse. But now, he has changed his faith and protected his children's future...so maybe this was a test God allowed Satan to put him through.

I would have found my family and called them or after the trip gone to Tyler Texas to find the Salvia people

On My First Three Salvia Experiences These experiences marked my first time ever tripping. At 18 years old, I went to a headshop and bought some salvia that was marketed as 400X. It looked like black sand. When I smoked it, I took as many hits as I could from a regular pipe, and then I fell through the couch into darkness. I landed on another couch, sitting across from my dad and my brother. They said, "Jacob, you are old enough to know now; this is what the world is really like." I looked to the left, and the wall of the house was made out of people standing in rows, all colored to resemble a wall. I realized I could walk through the wall by just moving sideways between the people. The wall-people kept looking forward, but when I got outside, the world was made up of rows of people in solid colors: a green row, a blue row, a red row, etc. As I walked through them, it felt like moving through clay, but it was easy. The rows of people glanced at me as I passed by, though only their eyes moved. They were literally one solid color, except for their eyes and teeth, which appeared normal. As I continued walking, I came across a cabin in a forest of green. Everything was green. There was a man and woman working outside the house, chopping wood. They looked at me and said, "Oh hey, you're the new guy, right?" I replied, "I guess I am the new guy." They invited me inside, and we talked for a long time. I lived with them for a while and became friends with them. One day, during dinner, everything started to shake. I asked, "What's happening?" and they said, "We're about to shuffle." I asked, "What the hell does that mean?" Suddenly, all the rows of people began spinning around the planet at breakneck speeds, and then they shuffled, including me. It felt like the experience was trying to strip my sense of self from me and assimilate me. I refused and forcefully yanked myself out of the trip. It took me about three months to process that trip before I decided to try salvia again. This time, I was with some friends and had a steamroller. I planned to take one hit, go up a bit, come back down, and then repeat the process for an hour or so. So I did. The first hit made me feel like I was looking through a camera or a glass wall at these yellow figures with purple hats, putting boxes on a conveyor belt. I froze and didn't want them to see me. The yellow figures felt very different from everyone else, and I wanted to avoid their notice. I'd never seen yellow people until this point. Eventually, the world reformed around me, and I took another hit. I continued this for a while until I felt like I was suspended in clay, the most comfortable feeling I'd ever experienced. Then came the third trip. This time, I decided to do it right. I waited until nighttime, stretched, meditated, lit some incense, took a shower, and put clean sheets on my bed. I felt as comfortable as a person could. I then smoked as much as I humanly could, billowing rips off the pipe as fast as possible. The nice thing about steamrollers is that it's easy to take consecutive hits, much faster than with a bong. I put the pipe down, laid back in bed, and put on headphones with Celtic Woman playing. I fell through my bed and landed on the same couch, sitting across from my dad and brother. They didn't say anything, but I got up, walked through the wall, passed through the people, and found my way back to the green people. When I found them, they said, "Hey, Jacob, you're back!" and we continued where we left off. We spent some time together, and when everything started shaking, I just went with it. This time, it didn't feel like my sense of self was being stripped away. It felt much more controlled. The shuffling stopped, and I was with all new people. I could still hear my friends yelling from afar, as we ended up in similar areas. You couldn't really move around; you just stayed in your zone, met new people, and the cycle continued. This happened quite a few times before it shuffled again. When it stopped, I wasn't with people at all. The landscape was just pure mustard yellow-forests, mountains-everything was yellow. My pupils shrank, and I thought, "Oh no." It felt like I was moving through layers of my existence as the previous layers got sliced off. I flickered through every single layer of myself like a flip book, transitioning through endless lives for what felt like an eternity. But it happened so quickly at the same time. Eventually, I reached the bottom layer, and it stopped. This had been going on for so, so, so, so, so, so very long-an amount of time that is impossible to conceptualize. I lost track completely, and when it finally stopped, I felt very different, as if that was all I knew. But then I started moving forward, like on a railroad track. There was a path going straight, with many different corridors I could choose to enter. But I just thought, "Keep going straight, keep going straight," and so I did. For a long time. Eventually, I ended up in a tunnel where hands were passing me along. It was a tunnel of hands, just passing me through while singing, "We are the hands that will guide you. We are the hands that will set you free." I laughed intensely, moving forward with my eyes wide open in pure bliss. It felt so beautiful. Then the tunnel ended, and I was shot into a pitch-black space where a green plot of land floated with people standing around in robes and with my house on it. I landed in front of a woman who was smiling, and all the people started cheering, jumping around, clapping, and cheering. I stood there in awe as the woman smiled at me and said, "Jacob, you did it!" I asked, "What did I do?" She replied, "You have made it to the center of yourself... you are the one true you. You've taken control of your destiny." I said, "Cool!" She said, "We will always be here for you if you ever need us. We will always be watching over you." Then I floated up into the air, passed through the roof of the house, and saw my body lying in bed. I went into my body and woke up. I immediately jumped out of bed and ran into the hallway, but then I froze and thought, "My parents are asleep. I can't wake them. Oh yeah, I have parents!" I went back to bed and started convulsing and seizing, crying my eyes out for about five minutes. Then I got up, meditated a bit, and went outside to smoke a bowl of weed to chill out. I've done salvia a few times since, but I've never been able to find anything as strong as that raspberry-flavored 400X. Insanity. I even smoked some 60X while at the peak of an 8g mushroom trip once. I started receding into the floor and locked eyes with another guy who was also falling through the floor. We just looked at each other and then shot off in separate ways. As I was going into the trip, I had a feeling that if I went any further, I wouldn't come back, so I stopped the trip, reversed my way out of it, got up, and walked away. I had one experience with 100X where I saw myself as a giant being, with a bunch of little versions of me making up the giant me, etc. The moral of the story is that salvia is pretty strange. My brother smoked it and felt like he was part of a tube for a long time. I've heard of people thinking they were a glass of orange juice about to fall over or that they were a page in a book. In my opinion, all of these experiences are similar in that you feel like you are a part of a whole-a single part of a whole. But you also have to realize that the whole is you. You are a single part of your larger existence. This life is just a single life out of your eternal existence, or seemingly eternal. The fractals of our own existence expand very far, and there are many pieces to that fractal, but in the end, the entirety of it all is still a single you.

I hear Electric Watermelon plays a sick ass cover of Play that Funky Music.

This happened to my ex when she did salvia. Lived through years of childhood, but a better childhood than her real one.

Note to self: stay away from Salvia Divinoram.

Have another beer dude

the fact he says witness protection just makes me think hes a pathological liar

Never done salvia. But ive done dmt many times and it was nothing like this lol

I lived a lifetime as a chair once on siliva, was pretty chill

I don't know why YT algorithm suggested this...but interesting story non the less. I'm curious with all these reports of people living such different lives for so long. Did any of them take the time to learn some new set of skills, such as an instrument, hobby, career? Coming back, they could have applied those skills into their lives. Are their any stories of this?

Nice addition adding Electric Watermelon to the outro.

The matrix has you...

I tried some extremely potent salvia with a few friends in like 2008. It had similarities to this guy's story, but I never got stuck in another life for years. I did however feel at the time that it would never end and I was not even able to recall my own life, name, parents names, etc. I was absolutely helpless and terrified. I also think it's interesting how he mentions "going up", because another time I did salvia my entire world collapsed into a thin strip of colors that were up and to the right. Smoking Salvia is very similar to smoking DMT.

He should look for apartments in the area to see if any of them match his memory of the experience

I've seen my phone in my dreams.

dude went 8 levels in the life simulator, legend

The concept of tweaking with time perception has always terrified me since I watched the movie Jacobs Ladder.

The wife 😂 " shut up you're ruining Christmas, I can't believe you were down here doing drugs"... classic.

Goose bumps much....so very many questions and I wasn't the one who lived it ! WOW, Ari Sharrifs story about salvia was like this and that also blew my universe.

Where can you buy the magic underwear?

Black tar looking salvia stuff??? Uh. I'm calling BS

What about parents or siblings in the new life? Extremely curious

Horrifying

It's good of you to put his name in the title and description. "Man".

Manuka healed a deep deep post operative wound that was so traumatic it wouldn't take until a nurse said while redressing let's pour manuka honey in there. I then witnessed a miraculous quick perfect healing....it was really special.

Am I the only one who knows that this man is lying?? Wtf bro lol, this is not how trips work

Bro I need this man to take a lie detector and go live while doing it so the world can hear this amazing story

Was he faithful during that 8 years tho?? 🤔🤔🤔 He certainly didnt mention it.

could he still play the Ukelele when he snapped back into his previous life ?

I need buckets of whatever you smoked.

Bros... We have to have Christopher Nolan working on this movie ASAP !! No kidding.

If he’s in witness protection, isn’t this video putting him at risk?

This sounds insane. Something like this can tramautize you

i dont take salvia but have bipolarity and can relate to time distortion, on depresio years feel lole months, and on mania days last like weeks

I felt 40% of the trip he disribed the waveness and the dread that come over when u do it but time felt like an illusion to me on salvia I’m sure it would be scary to be stuck in an alternate reality for 8 years

I have questions. What kind of salvia? Do we know specifically? I've only heard like 4 stories total of this happening to people and would like to know what kind or variety it was. Strain I guess.

great story man. i have a cousin who hasn’t been the same since salvia, i wonder sometimes if his spirit is trapped in another universe. hope he returns to his being. he’s gone for 8 years. im hopeful he’ll come back.

His hometown not existing is really interesting... Because it means whatever reality he was in diverged at least a hundred years before, if not more. But... The same films exist. With the same dialogue. Seems impossible that reality can diverge that much and Mulan (or whatever) still gets made. Which means it was his brain making it all up.

So parallel universe is real. Remind me of the movie the one. What would happen if he killed Obama or killed himself lol. Crazy that he didn't find himself in his old universe. What would happen if he smoked Salvia or dmt in the new realm we're he was tripping?

Bro hit a new timeline

Seems like a similar story being wet

Most important part is the “face down in the water” detail.. ..although the “no evidence of witness protection” comment 😂kinda fkd me up

Song at the ending? So funky groovy

Question: Did you ever go back to Tyler Texas and see if the town, friends etc existed???

IDK if anyone cares, but im pretty sure what he experienced was what we call "reality shifting". You can shift your awareness into different realities and alternate versions of yourself, and come back to the moment you "left" this reality.

Well there goes my tax paying witness protection money. He gave up his family name, town of origin, newly placed hometown, face ID, and parallel life .. I wonder how much his hit will fetch. There are things worse than drugs