I lived for 100 years as a tree

This was in 2007 so the details of the exact dosage and time are fuzzy, but I am fairly confident it was 50x extract, and about 1/2-1gram if I had to put a number on it. 

I don't hear a lot of stories about people becoming inanimate objects, although I suppose a tree isn't really "inanimate" a table certainly is. I figured it was time to try writing this up, perhaps I'll edit it as I think about more relevant information, but for posterity here's the first pass at it:

You know how wood can have eyes in it? Like the knots in a piece of wood on a table can resemble an eye?

When the whole experience ended I remember looking up at myself from the perspective of the coffee table that was sitting in front of me while I sat on the couch, and there was a moment when it was like my consciousness slipped back into my own body and when I finished the trip I was staring back down at the eye in the table looking up at me.

It was surreal, and for a few minutes afterward, I was questioning who or what I was, I had forgotten my name and that I even existed.

Time as a tree didn’t really have any meaning, I felt immense respect for the larger and older trees around me, I didn’t feel fear or anger or jealousy, just this awareness of my surroundings but I wouldn’t call it vision so much. Time seemed to pass incredibly quickly at first and slowed down as the forest around me started to get deforested and the logging got closer.

I remember going through the sawmill and not being afraid so much as thinking “okay this is happening” and feeling like even though I was cut into planks I was still whole.

I remember being made into a table and sold to a family and watching them grow up around me, have fights, and have children and them growing up and then presumably moving out.

I remember being taken to a Goodwill store where my roommate bought the table and ultimately it ended with the whole consciousness shifting I talked about before.

I’m not saying trees are conscious, I didn’t feel like that, there was an awareness of what was going on but there wasn’t any conscious effort to control it. It just was. 

It’s a hard thing to convey, a feeling of just being without any emotion or worry attached to it (not happiness or sadness, it just was). I have to imagine it's comparable to letting go of your ego in the DMT sense of the phrase.

I had a lot more experiences with salvia after that, and when I stopped using it I had gotten to the point where I could meditate throughout a trip and still maintain my identity throughout the journey. Anyone who has ever smoked a sufficiently strong salvia extract can attest to how hard that is to do. I never lived for 40 years as another person throughout all of those journeys, but I certainly lived as a tree that became a coffee table. 

I'd like to believe that the wood was showing me something, but it didn’t have any expectations of me to feel like I should respect it or have reverence for it or anything. It was more like “hey this is my story” and nobody had ever stopped to really listen to it. I didn't feel like I should be sad for the table or tree it was made out of and if there was any emotion attached to it at all it was curiosity more than anything else. 

I didn’t keep that table or anything, I didn’t feel an attachment to it, and I’m sure it has passed through other hands by this point over the years and has more stories to tell but my part in it was over. Though, to this day, I still feel like I'm being watched when I'm anywhere with a lot of wood and I see the knots everywhere.