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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">300 ug</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">sublingual</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">27.5 mg</td>
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To start off I would consider myself a very experienced Psychonaut. I have tripped on just about every common psychedelic (even some non common ones also). Such as LSD, Mushrooms, DMT, LSA, MDMA, 25B-NBOME, 1P-LSD and of course Marijuana.
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I tend to only trip on weekends because of my work schedule So I planned to trip on Saturday so I had time for my body to reset from the last trip I just had around 2 weeks prior. I had already made up my mind that I would be taking 2 tabs of some pretty good acid (150ug tabs) and that I would be doing it alone to really dig deep and think about how my life is currently going and what I can do to better myself.
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T-0:00: I put the two tabs under my tounge and said to myself T minus one hour.
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T-0:40 To my I am already heavily coming up on this acid kinda freaks me out but I also remember that I have an empty stomach.
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T-1:15 At this point I am in a full blown acid Trip, Got what I like to call the SUPER HD Vison and also started getting pretty heavy tracers (when id move my hand past my face there would be like 4 hands or so) along with the classic LSD visuals.
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T-2:00 Now I am peaking and god damn is this some good acid! I am loving it, I feel one with the earth and I keep saying how much I love the earth and It feels like it keeps saying it loves me back. At this point I turn on Alice and Wonderland and just sit back and try to watch the movie (very difficult to pay attention lol).
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T-2:40 Still trying to watch Alice and wonderland and laughing my ass off, Tears were rolling down my face for no apparent reason I just knew I was having a blast and that this movie was 6 out 5 Stars. Visuals at this point were pretty solid nothing to cause any serious view disruption but everything had a nice wiggle to it and was just so very Vibrant and colorful.
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T-3:30 So I had finished Alice and Wonderland (If you havent watched the original on LSD please do) and was just puttering around YouTube listening to some Terrence Mckenna Interviews. This is when I got the Idea to try some of my DMT because I saw the Interview with terrence saying how much longer it lasts while smoking it while on an acid trip. I pondered this idea for a while because it actually made me quite nervous and being nervous especially before a DMT trip is NEVER a good idea.
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T:4:00 I finally built up the courage to give it a shot. At this point I have done DMT before a few times and broke-Through So I knew somewhat to expect (although every trip is different). So I got out my pipe and carefully weighed out what was around 25-30mg of Freebase DMT. I said my prayer to the DMT gods and mentioned that whatever I see I was meant to see and That I respect them for allowing me to enter their dimension (The DMT entities is what I'm referring to).
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T-4:10 I put the pipe to my lips and inhale deeply. I did this 3 times till all the DMT was smoked and I couldn't possibly take another hit. I knew I was in for a WILD ride because I couldnt even lay down before I hear the high pitch ringing start and the heavy body load. As soon as my head hit the pillow on my bed I was launched out of my body. I immediately ending up in this rainbow room, It was flashing every color imaginably really fast and behind the colors were just patterns and geometry which was very cool.
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T-4:12 I think it was only about 2 minutes in real time of being in the rainbow geometry room before what I can only describe as the great "Overlord" It was a being hovering in the room in front of me sitting on a throne of some kind, He came a bit closer to me almost as if he was examining me, I was honestly pretty frightened but I sensed he was here to teach not to hurt. His head was a Large pyramid shape and the rest of his body was made of other sorts of geometry but it clearly represented a humanoid figure of some kind. A few moments after approaching me he flew up to the corner of the room and the next thing I know he launched me into hyperspace. I was flying through different dimensions so quickly I couldnt even get a chance to really look at what I was seeing. The next thing I know things slow down a little enough for me to see this Rainbow snake like figure, It quickly became 100 of them then 1000 and soon enough there were just infinite numbers of these things in a grid pattern similar to something you would see in the matrix It just went on for as far as I could see.
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T-4:20 Slowly the visions start to die down a little bit but I am still seeing some very profound things they are just difficult to remember because of how blown away I was by the beginning of the experience. I started to ask myself who this being was which I'm pretty sure it was an Extraterrestrial being of some kind showing me a little sneak preview to his dimension and man was it just ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! I enjoyed this so much It brought me to tears I thanked the DMT gods and the Being who showed me all the beautiful things.
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Then on for the rest of the trip I decided to reflect on the DMT experience I just had and also played my old Super Nintendo which was awesome while tripping :D Hope you guys enjoyed this story of mine just had to share it simply because of how crazy it was... Peace out dudes <!--and remember to Smoke DMT -->:D<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 112908</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Feb 14, 2019</td><td>Views: 848</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.5 g</td>
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Just a note... I refer to my friends only by the 1st letters of their names.
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It's a Saturday night, and I had gone over to my friend 'S's' house to hang out with him until the rest of the crew showed up. It was about 7:00 and I still hadn't had anything for the night. I had plenty of options, but I just couldn't make up my mind on what I wanted to take that night.
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Well my friend 'S' scored a hit of acid from one of his friends by giving her a ride to one of her friend’s houses. Steve isn’t too big into drugs, so being the nice guy he is… He gave it to me. I’ve never tried acid, so I was kind of excited. I knew it probably wasn’t going to do much, being just one hit and all, but I still was hoping to feel something.
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I take it, and waited for about an hour… Didn’t feel anything. I’ve heard that it takes awhile for this stuff to kick in, but I was still disappointed, so I decided to go pick up a quarter oz of Shrooms for the night. I take alone with me my friend 'K' because he’s stoned and wants something to eat… LOL!
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We pick up the Shrooms and head straight back to “S’s” house. Still not feeling anything almost 2 hours after taking the cid, I decided to munch on my quarter. About half an hour later I’m starting to feel the effects. I go out to my car to listen to some music to get things going. Shortly after I feel enclosed, trapped in my car, so I got out. It was dark, so I gout out and laid under the stars.
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For some reason I couldn’t get comfortable, I felt like something was wrong. In the back of my head, I had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be a fun trip. I go inside looking for something to satisfy myself with. Some of my friends are chillin watchin some TV so I watch some TV with them. No… TV wasn’t what I needed. So I go into a dark room to listen to some music. No… Music wasn’t what I needed. I go back out and am watching TV with my friends and suggest going to the roof. YES! THAT’S what I needed!
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So we go up onto the roof, and by then I’m frying my balls off havin a good time just talking. My friend 'S' gets a phone call, and that’s where it all goes down hill. I overhear the person on the other line say that my friend 'E' has been arrested. He gets off the roof to go inside to talk, and tells me to stay there. I knew what he was trying to do… He knew what would happen to me if I heard that information on Shrooms, I would have a bad trip. It was too late though… I had already heard what was going on.
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I sat there on the roof for like 5 more minutes, just trying to realize what was going on. I started having thoughts about the police coming over to 'S's' for some reason and finding me. I kept thinking that my mom was going to show up and know what I was doing. After awhile, I couldn’t take it, so I went back inside.
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I went inside, and asked what was going on. They kept telling me nothing, but I knew what was going on. I told them to tell me, but they wouldn’t. They were trying to keep from putting that on me that one of our friends was arrested. I finally told them that I knew, and they assured me everything was going to be alright. I kept asking him if the cops were going to come here. I was scared people were coming here.
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I felt uneasy, and I started to feel sick. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I felt uneasy, and I started to feel sick.</div></div> I could tell that that acid had kicked in… I could tell I was no longer just shrooming. Things were different… A lot different. I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that one of my friends was just arrested, and that sent me into a emotional head spin. I kept asking where they were. I kept asking if they were ok. Every couple seconds I’d ask if I had done something wrong… If I had hurt somebody or broken something.
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Finally 'S' gave me an iPod and sent me into his room to try to calm me down. By this time, I was FREAKING out. I decided I’d try to calm myself down and relax. Just listen to music and think about something different. While I was in there, I was completely lost. The room was going crazy, and I felt lost in his bed. The lights were messing with me, and I couldn’t enjoy the music. I soon threw my headphones off and tried to get out of bed. It took me a good minute to find my way out.
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This is when things got really crazy. This is when I started to peak. I sat down on the couch, and I felt like shit. I felt sick to the stomach, and the acid was fucking with my body. I know I’ve never done acid, but I’m positive it was the acid. My lips were numb, my head felt like it was going to explode, and my heard was racing and I could feel it tightening. By this time, I didn’t even remember why I was the way I was. I kept asking my friends what drugs I had taken, what I had been doing, and where everybody was.
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I felt absolutely horrible… Terrified, worried, sick, and tripping balls. My mind was racing, I didn’t know what was going on. All of my friends tried to help me, but there was no helping me. I made myself throw up in an attempt to get some of the shit out of my body. I sat in the bathroom with two of my friends trying to calm me. Nothing was working. I kept asking the same questions every few seconds. Where were 'E' and 'K'? Are they alright? What drugs had I taken? Why am I like this? When are they getting back?
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It was horrible. I just wanted the feeling to escape my body. I just wanted everything to be gone. I wanted to be normal. I finally couldn’t take the inside, so I went outside alone to try to calm myself. After about 10 or so minutes of thinking alone, I calmed down quite a bit. I could tell my peak had passes, and that I was going to be alright. I went back inside to chill with my two friends that were there at the time 'K' and 'G'. They were rollin, so they were in a dark room listenin to techno with some glow sticks, lol.
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They asked me if I was alright, and I said yea… I’m feelin better, which I was. I just plopped down and tried to relax even more. I still had bad thoughts of cops showing up, and my mom finding out, but it wasn’t as bad. They really helped me a lot to bring my mind to ease.
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After about an hour, everybody came back. They had to leave to go pick up “E” from where he was being held. As they got back, I was flooded with relief. I instantly felt 10x better. At that point I knew everything was alright, and I was going to be okay. And what made me even happier was that I was still tripping, so I could finally enjoy myself.
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We all just stayed up all night talking and smoking squares till about 4 or so in the morning. It was nice… Finally able to let loose and have a good time. I finally went to my sleeping spot and just laid there… Trying to remember everything that happened that night. It was really hard, and I couldn’t remember shit at the time, so I just tried to lay my mind to rest and sleep. After about an hour or so, I finally got to sleep.
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I have learned my lesson… Never again will I mix or take that much Shrooms. Never again do I want to feel the way I did before. Never have I experience as much terror or pain in my life. I have no intention on tripping for awhile. I’ve had my fill plus some. I just hope I don’t get tempted to do it any time soon. It’s a mysterious world that I just can’t get enough of. I know I will trip again sometime, I just hope not for awhile.
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 56245</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Feb 14, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,814</td></tr>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">61 kg</td>
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Like so many other spiritual seekers, I have been searching for a tangible answer to the deeper religious and philosophical questions of this world. As a child I experienced recurring nightmares, the detail of which would flee my mind in the murky moments between sleeping and waking. Despite this I managed to glean some substance of this nightmare; but only that it dealt with a count down to an indescribably frightening event in which obliteration of everything and everyone was certain. I would always wake up the very second before the mysterious and terrifying climax.
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Another recurring dream I have had has occurred whilst on nitrous and either lsd, bzp or some very skunky weed. For a long time I would return to a more normal consciousness after my hit with only a strong feeling that I had had an important realisation. However, one night while on acid I remained aware of my realisation and am able to speak of it today.
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On holiday in my home town, my boyfriend and I and two friends each took half a tab of acid. Entering in to the trip I felt some anxiety, but resolved myself that I needed harden my resolve to resist the grip of fear, and developing my spirit through psychedelics was one way to do this. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Entering in to the trip I felt some anxiety, but resolved myself that I needed harden my resolve to resist the grip of fear, and developing my spirit through psychedelics was one way to do this.</div></div>
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The trip began well, and once I gauged how strong the acid was and that I wasn't going to lose control I began to observe the people around as I often do whilst tripping. I became struck by the falseness of the people in the club we had wandered to. It was almost as if I couldn't look them in the eye because it seemed they would know that I knew about their superficial engagement with other people and the world. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I became struck by the falseness of the people in the club we had wandered to. It was almost as if I couldn't look them in the eye because it seemed they would know that I knew about their superficial engagement with other people and the world.</div></div> I saw a young woman that appeared to be having spasms, as if she was intermittently connecting with and then drifting away from the flow of life. Of course may well have been just a hallucination, but at this time I felt that it was more a heightened perception; that I was seeing her spirit instead of her body and her spirit was in trouble.
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We walked in to a room that was set up with couches and a book shelf, and I picked out a book. I can't remember what I read about, suffice to say it was meaningful to me at the time. I noticed the words almost crackling with an electric purple energy, and decided that books must be related to the spiritual dimension. My spine was sore from the acid so I began stretching and balancing my posture. Instinctually, I held out my hands upturned and slightly curled, with my elbows at my sides and my hands at a angle away from my body. The change was perceptible, I could feel a powerful energy emanating from my hands and running through my body.
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Leaving the club, we decided to stop at a 'nos den', a garish room with bad music in which people buy and consume nitrous. (Nitrous and bzp are legal in New Zealand, although some politicians are working to reverse this). We bought a balloon containing 3 cannisters each, then went to sit on the river bank. Just my boyfriend and I now, we were very particular on where we sat, realising we were potentially in for a significant mystical experience. We sat outside the city's branch of the Theosophical Society, figuring that these spiritual people would have been tuned in to the positive and negative energy spots. Settling on a park bench facing the river, we managed to plug one of the balloons with a ring and share one balloon at a time.
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As often happens with myself on nitrous, the first hit I had was positive and the second paranoid. In the first instance, I became aware of a pulling and pushing of energy, and what seemed to be a clear wall that resembled the skin of a bubble stretched flat. I became of a rhythm to which sound is broken up into, and the roar of a truck appeared to be synchronised with this rhythym, which also coincided with the rhythm of my breath. With each inward breath of nitrous I inhaled, I could feel myself slipping more in to what I imagine to be the next world. This first experience gave me a profound sense of joy and a feeling that I finally had the proof of another dimension hidden from everyday human perception.
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Eager to get back to this feeling, we began taking turns breathing on the second balloon. Initially, I felt myself elated although not experiencing the depths of sensory distortion of the previous hit. Suddenly, with a wave of deja vu, I realised both myself and my boyfriend had slipped in to paranoia. This paranoia can be described as extreme self-consciousness, thinking that others are judging me and scrutinising my faults, and generalised anxiety. In synchronisation with the rhythm and on alternate bars, we were making sounds that gave away our escalating fear, which, by making our fear exposed and naked, caused us to feel more paranoia and make more distressed noises, completing the cycle. Suddenly I grasped the realisation that fear lies between us and full spiritual enlightenment. This was followed by the thought that if we only recognized the trickery of subconscious fears and conquered them, the universe would be saved and the triumph of the good forces assured. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Suddenly I grasped the realisation that fear lies between us and full spiritual enlightenment. This was followed by the thought that if we only recognized the trickery of subconscious fears and conquered them, the universe would be saved and the triumph of the good forces assured.</div></div> I turned to my boyfriend and said 'can you feel it? it's paranoia, trying to take a hold of us, and when we get past this, the universe will be saved!' He stared at me and then leaned back, eyes wide as if in fear. He then told me that as I had said those words he had felt a shudder of deja vu, and had the sudden conviction that he had known this exact situation was going to happen. He experienced a deja vu of a deja vu of a memory of a dream... This pattern of experiencing deja vu has also followed my nitrous use and now that I have consiously integrated this knowledge in to my mind I can recall that the same realisation has been there every time I have done this.
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The revelation given to me by nitrous is that there is a great battle between the light and dark forces and fear is doing its bit by keeping us from realising the truth about the universe. I feel an almost painfully urgent sense that I must let people know, and that there are many people not currently alive that are watching and waiting for us to make this transition. Fear doesn't want us to realise as it knows it will have no place to go. The cosmic battle of the universe is gearing up to a final showdown.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 43847</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Feb 25, 2019</td><td>Views: 2,014</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40), Dreams (85) : General (1), Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Mystical Experiences (9), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Various (28)</td></tr>
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I am writing this report 5 days after the experience, in a hurry not to let the feelings and impressions fade away.
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In the past 5/6 years, my group of friends and myself have been experimenting, especially together, with some psychoactive substances such as LSD, MDMA, Ayahuasca and a few unknown compounds we thought to be LSD (which were probably some sort of NBOMe). Anyway, we like to get together a few times a year and have psychedelic experiences on our own, mainly in one of our houses or even in natural surroundings while we are on holiday. This time, we got together at my boyfriend’s house to welcome 2019 with a nice friendly LSD trip. He and I have had a summer filled with psychedelic experiences, and are everyday marihuana users.
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So, C, P, J, D (my boyfriend) and I had dinner and played some boardgames, and about 11:30 pm we placed our blotters under our tongues. We were told each blotter had 110ug LSD each. P and D took 1 each, C took 1 and ¼, and I took half. J didn’t take any. We all went to the living room, and brought in some mattresses to put on the floor so we could lay down. About 15 minutes later, another friend, O, came and also took half that he brought from another batch that we had already tried and had not found very potent.
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At about 12 am, I started feeling strongly off baseline as I looked for some music in my phone. I had no trouble with the task, but the brightness of the words on the screen was strange and couldn’t keep them perfectly in focus. I asked the rest of the team if they felt it too and they agreed. I am still surprised at how fast the onset was, I had never experienced such a thing, it usually takes me at least an hour to start to feel the little changes. We put up a set of green and red LED lights, that blinked and moved in a nice manner. At some point near this time, another friend, M (the only female besides myself), arrived. We knew she wasn’t going to trip with us, however, she was set to smoke a lot of pot. On these occasions I never smoked pot until the beginning of the comedown because 1) it makes me feel that I enjoy the effects of LSD in a more pure manner, 2) I have heard and read about cases where good trips turned bad after smoking marihuana, and 3) ‘abstaining’ from weed until the decline of the effect totally boosts it in a magical way, offering a ‘bonus trip’ (term that I adopted from another report) that at least, for me, is an important part of the whole experience. HOWEVER, things were going to be different this time.
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A little while after her arrival, I began to feel a bit nauseous, so I decided to lay down on the couch. I began to feel very warm, it was about 30 degrees outside and even with the air conditioner on there was a heavy atmosphere. However, I couldn’t manage to stay still and try to relax, I was anxious and stood up and lied down, walked around, sat down constantly, which made my nausea increase. Then I decided to take a few tokes from M’s joint, and the discomfort gradually faded. I didn’t realize it at the time, but in retrospect I am sure this was responsible for it. Besides, I read in the last couple of days similar cases in other reports. From this moment on, I smoked marihuana periodically during the whole night.
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After the nausea stopped, everything was incredibly beautiful. Time went slow and mellow. I was totally sociable, speaking in turns with everyone in the room, and basically couldn’t stop laughing. Every story my friends told seemed ridiculously funny to me. The laughing stages of LSD trips with friends are in my opinion as important and nurturing as the more introspective/visual stages. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The laughing stages of LSD trips with friends are in my opinion as important and nurturing as the more introspective/visual stages. </div></div>Physically I was ok, although I had to pee every 5-10 minutes, an annoying effect that these substances almost always cause on me. Of course, in parallel, I was drinking a lot of water. My pupils were considerably dilated, and my jaw felt tense. Fortunately, we had bought candy, and a lollipop helped me a lot to ease this feeling. Lollipops have become an essential item for me when it comes to lysergic or psychedelic trip. I was enjoying the music, which was varied and very dancey, and the psychedelic lights, but was more interested in talking to the people (especially with M and O, and J when he wasn’t sleeping) and smoking weed. I remember being able to get involved and understand everyone’s conversations, whether they were tripping or not. I felt like some kind of interpreter/translator between them, too, because I felt very altered but very down to earth at the same time: I understood the way C, P and D described their visuals and experiences, and was capable of transmitting the idea in more rational words to M, J and O.
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The rest of the guys, that had taken higher doses, were apparently in a different situation. They laid down on the mattresses, with their eyes closed, commenting on how amazing the music was and the nice visuals that were accompanying it. One of them, P, was tripping really hard (we joked about how he had been ‘chosen’ to be the trippiest this time), and constantly said to be reminded of previous Ayahuasca journeys. At one point he remained still, laying on the mattress, and I said to someone, ‘I think he is asleep’, to which he responded ‘I wish I was asleep’. He then realized what he was saying and laughed, but surely some intense and not necessarily pleasant introspection was going on.
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I was also having visuals. This does not happen to me most of the times, so it was rare, especially considering the relatively low dose. I saw a kind of shadow following the little spots of the LED lights, that looked like sperms. I could definitely see things ‘breathing’, as it is usually said, saw glowing ‘auras’ expanding out things, especially the towels during my bathroom journey. I also saw moving patterns in them, and in the tiles on the floor. This was new to me. I also saw patterns and deformations on my friends’ faces, but that had happened to me before. This time, although some of the results were scary, I just focused on the interesting shapes, keeping in mind all the time who the people I was talking to were. M showed us her drawings and they looked amazing, it felt beautiful to watch those shapes and light-distorted colors. Luckily, the weather suddenly changed, and a cool breeze started coming in. We could finally turn off the AC and open the balcony, letting fresh air in. More or less at this time (about 3 am?), we decided to turn the LED lights off because we felt our vision was becoming tired.
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At one point, the wind became very strong, and the balcony’s awnings began hitting the walls making a lot of noise and looking dangerous. So, we had to get ourselves together and bring it all the way up. It was an extremely easy task to do, even though the balcony was not fully closed but instead had a meter-tall railing only. However, many of us felt some kind of vertigo, and while D and C carried out the activity, I assumed the role of supervising them. P was more freaked out, and decided to leave the room until it was over. Everything went OK most obviously, but I wanted to point out this situation because it is one example of what me and my friends call ‘LSD quests’ that seem to spontaneously emerge as the trip goes by, and that challenge our abilities. These happen often when tripping with a group of friends, or even as a couple. Another example might be going to the kitchen to get more water or weed (even though it was only a few meters away). I remember being at the kitchen looking at the wall clock when it struck 4:20, shortly after completing a ‘quest’ that consisted in ‘repairing’ a joint that had ripped at the middle. Another kind of quest was the mere activity of going to the bathroom, since we had to go through a little aisle that was dark and took too long to get accustomed to the lack of light. O was feeling very light and wanted to give everyone massages. I got distracted frequently so I never got around to receiving some, but P said that all the spiritual work he was doing had finally resolved itself as O gave him strong massages. I’ll have to try next time.
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Smoking a blunt at about 5 am we realized the sunrise would come in less than an hour. We chose music that we thought went well with this situation and just floated away. Some musical effects were incredible, it felt as if our brains were rewinding themselves. Mostly everyone’s eyes were closed (J and M were sleeping) but I couldn’t keep it that way. I listened attentively to the music as I watched the city landscape emerge from night into dim brightness. As soon as the sun completed its rise, we smoked the last joint as we gave in to sleep. P and I had something to eat that we had left over from dinner, and felt extremely grateful for having been so wise. We were all REALLY hungry. After all, we had been very active for more than 8 hours, without anything to eat other than candy. Someone suggested going to the bakery to get breakfast but no one felt capable of satisfactorily accomplishing the task, so we decided to take a nap instead. This was about 7, which coincided with the point when M and J left.
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At 9, C and P awoke and decided that they were really hungry (later C told me that he had been starving since 6) so they would involve in the difficult mission of getting food. They went out, and came back in what appeared to be only minutes to us. It’s interesting how in many LSD trips, time tends to slow down on an earlier phase and then rapidly increase when one starts to succumb to the progressive asleep/awake stages. They were not happy at all with having been out, they said there were a lot of people at the bakery and felt uncomfortable, and the building’s landlord had asked them where were they headed to. But anyway, we had pastries! I set up some yerba mate brew and we had a most glorious breakfast. To me, every taste was uniquely delicious, and even though I felt very hungry I felt satisfied with a small portion. We were definitely afterglowing. Then, D had a great idea: to smoke blueberry-flavoured tobacco through a hookah. The senses were once again aroused, this time feeling the sweet flavor through our respiratory ways. Alongside this we played some more boardgames, which was very entertaining. After this, we gradually fell asleep and then awoke to have lunch together, after which we all parted ways.
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I was feeling amazing and glowing, and looked forward to seeing and hugging my cats, that awaited us at my place. The whole day was peaceful and shiny. I read, watched TV, had a nap. Later, I had dinner with my dad, and I rode with him on his motorcycle (he drove of course), which provoked in me a sudden rush of adrenaline that were sided with close-eyed visuals, as I avoided to look at the road. It was really fun. The following day, Sunday, was also bright and extremely productive in material and spiritual ways. The rest of the group, especially P, agreed with this, and said that he had been relieved of a lot of tension he was feeling.
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This whole experience was all in all, unforgettable. If you think about it, we didn’t do much, we basically stayed laying around in a living room, listening to all types of music and chatting and laughing amongst ourselves. We didn’t even use the TV since it made an almost imperceptible noise to me that felt like an unbearable high-pitched buzz to C. However, it was filled with very enjoyable moments, most importantly related to the warm feeling of friendship. I believe that we reach a special level of camaraderie every time we engage in an experience like this. In a more personal level, it allowed me to balance a not-so-high dose of LSD (about 55ug if we believe the provider, although the intensity was comparable to much higher doses taken in the past - about 120ug) with continuous cannabis smoking. I have become recently very fond of cannabis and am a daily user, however, I never get to experience the substance in this way because I tend to fall asleep eventually. Smoking joints gave me a sense of warmth and wellbeing that kept me sociable and fascinated throughout the night. I believe that weed was the reason I ceased to be nauseous, and it might also have been the reason I encountered myself with visual images and effects I had never experienced before. I am looking forward to trying different combinations of these two substances in the near future.
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Since this last experience I have given myself the task of trying to recall and write detailed reports of most of the psychedelic explorations I’ve had. I only did it once with a MDMA roll and the mere action of sitting and writing everything down makes it easier to learn from the experience and fully process. As a science person myself, I feel as if its my duty to contribute with my stories, since I definitely find this action to be more useful and enriching for society than my actual line of research.<!-- End Body -->
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">20 mg</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">30 mg</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">500 mg</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">200 mg</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">250 mg</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">150 mg</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 7:30</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 19:30</td>
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It is time. I've been looking forward to blasting my mind to outer space for a good while. Today is the day.
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To prepare, I measured the following nootropics into a glass (approximate, using scoops, Bupropion was taken separately):
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The substances marked with an asterisk are specifically there for a cognitive boost, the others to provide a bit of relaxation and euphoria. The sildenafil is there just for personal entertainment and to see if it counters erectile dysfunction during psychedelic use, which I tend to get. In addition, I took antioxidants, a teaspoon of powdered crystal Vitamin C, to help with the oxidative stress associated with increased biomechanical function. To launch the psychedelia, I have 2 tabs of LSD rated 200 ug each (which probably contain less).
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Something about myself: I've done my share of psychedelics, I'm 29 years old, vegetarian, in very good health physically, so-so mentally, male. I'm currently studying psychology, biology and biochemistry and am very interested in the mechanics of psychedelics and other psychoactive substances, and I've used myself as a guinea pig on purpose multiple times. It's been interesting at the very least, I admit.
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T+0:00 - The pile of powder was downed along with a glass of water at 2:30 pm on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I haven't eaten much today, just some oatmeal and veggie-fruit smoothie. The ingestion was followed by a couple of very nasty tasting burps, as if I was throwing up acid. Not the LSD kind, just generic acid. Is there such a thing as generic acid?
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I'm giving the nootropics an hour to work themselves into my system before ingesting the LSD. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I'm giving the nootropics an hour to work themselves into my system before ingesting the LSD.</div></div> That way I can also report the subjective effects of the nootropics themselves during their comeup.
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To pass the time I grabbed my vaporizator, cleaned it up with some acetone and loaded it up with cannabis, after which I enjoyed a cup of tea and read a book for a while. I felt increasingly energetic, and somehow just way more positive. I've noted Tianeptine to do a very large number on releasing me from any kind of anxiety, and now I've taken a more than double dose, and the added effect of Phenibut must be working towards my improving mood as well.
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T+1:15 - The two tabs were placed in my mouth, a quarter of an hour behind schedule, which I didn't care much about. The tabs were kept next to my gums for about 15 minutes, after which I swallowed them. Something I noticed before I took the LSD is that the nootropics very clearly enhanced the intensity of colors and made my vision sharper. Interesting! Just about right now I'm also getting some spontaneous bulging in my pants. Great.
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T+1:40 - One thing that I really, REALLY, like to do during the comeup and after the peak of LSD is dance. Which I just commenced. I'm enjoying myself quite a bit, and it gets the body going.
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T+2:20 - Started feeling queasy and jittery so decided to take a break. Visuals are definitely there, everything is waving around and I'm seeing some interesting sharpening effects here and there. The body load is quite noticeable, I'm feeling fairly uneasy but that's to be expected of LSD, really.
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T+2:40 - I have a wood paneled ceiling that's quite challenging to look at right now. Just about everything looks pretty challenging to look at right now, in fact. Yet, I manage to type.
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When I look at stuff I see layers peel off them very organically. I tend to get this very consistently between different psychedelics. I wonder if it's something specific to me or something that a lot of people get.
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T+4:00 - It seems that I’m 4 hours into the experience and I've just shut off the music to think things through. Things are not looking to get any simpler, quite the contrary, it feels like my mental capacities are beginning to get into high gear. I've prepared with some carbonated drinks, fruit and fast carbs but that's what's often on offer down here so nothing fancy in the end.
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I'm DEFINITELY in what people call a loop. Over and over again. In fact, words on the screen are constantly melting into each other and I’m having quite a quite bit of trouble following what’s going on (I had to edit this part several times). Now that I'm in it, I'm starting to wonder if the loop 'experience' could in fact be a state of neuroplasticity, or a “slice”, or a self-perpetuating cognitive loop, just a state of consciousness that was left looking for its foundation.
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I felt extreme time dilation at this moment, I could not tell a quantum state from another. Now, when I really think about it, I've led myself to believe I was actually witnessing the genesis of new nerve cells and how it relates to human consciousness.
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Now. Listen.
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Let’s just think that through for a moment. <i>I actually do believe that I was consciously experiencing the genesis of a new neural connection</i>; and all of the related nerves firing as if to see if a neural connection would survive or not. In this particular moment I could point out which sensory organ it would be attached to (it was a nerve cell in my eye, I could see and feel the pressure in my eye and the very, very subtle changes in my vision). This repeated quite a few times, it wasn’t a singular event, though I had to take my time to figure the pattern with what was going on. All of this had to be catalyzed by a psychedelic so I could feel the connection between all the physical sensations, with my speed of thought slowed to match so my brain had the time to get the slightest glimpse of understanding of what happened.
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What I yelled here was HOLY. FUCK. JESUS ACTUAL CHRIST. // THIS // IS // THE // MOTHERFUCKING // IT
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I spent a full quarter on an hour trying to deal with the emotional and cognitive outburst of this realization (or the rest of the night rather… or maybe the rest of my life).
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Crudely put, our beings and our raw midbrain systems are basically thrust out here into the universe when we are born to facilitate our needs of survival during our infancy, during which we develop ourselves and orient ourselves in this world. Then we use what we’ve got to procreate, and maybe help create more ways for those after us to have a more peaceful existence. We all are involuntary explorers in this intergalactic lottery, designed to outsmart the world where we came to be.
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When I realized I’m able to put together all the thoughts to come up with what I just said, I understood that I beat the world I came through, and gosh, by how much of an astounding margin. -->I’m just a guy with below-average expectations in life: I don’t think I’m that genetically superior, I’ve dealt with long lasting major depression and had no education to speak of. I came from a pretty un-optimal family, and I’d like to say that I was quite dumb before starting experimenting with psychedelics. I just happened upon average circumstances yet an incircumstancial amount of information, and lately an illegal access to drugs, and now I’m looking to start my academic career. Thanks, internet. Anyways, now I’m able to write wordplay, and in a totally different language that I was taught in childhood. That story alone is something that works to prove the effectiveness of psychedelics and the insane adaptability of the human brain.
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Immediately afterwards the reality before me starts to shift and change. Colors blend into each other, pixels on the screen in a vulgar fashion yet beautifully converging on each other. I could see things in absolutely remarkable detail when I turned my head from the screen<!--, and I think most everyone who’s tried LSD can relate-->. The extent of human capabilities again perplexes me. It is clear to me that the capability of our, or at least my, sensory organs far exceed what we need them for each day. I get the thought that input from the environment and the corresponding nerve pathway has to be clear for the human mind and consciousness to work effectively. Otherwise internal inconsistencies are born that the mind must seek to resolve, or else it finds itself restless.
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As I sip through my carbonated water and power through my snacks I constantly see characters in words on the screen disappear or change into some nonsensical substitute, always of the same serif font. This is obviously my mind trying to handle the state of increased plasticity and to create a functional representation of what’s going on. My experience of reality was shifting in front of my eyes to keep up with new neural connections between my senses and their corresponding interpretative neural pathways. I get a feeling of a very acute need to hydrate myself. I pull another bottle of mineral water out of the fridge along with some juice made out of concentrate and the leftovers of an earlier smoothie.
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Truth to be told, despite my efforts I can't fully access the state I was in previously. <!--LSD here worked as a catalyst to facilitate a release a surge of neurotransmitters. It's hard to tell for sure, though.--> I do notice a certain effect whenever gulping down on water: I tend to get this impression of light and hope. One of the common experiences humans and religions tend to share between each other is that there is a bringer of light that is not very well understood. I have for quite a few months now believed that this is one of the fundamental driving forces behind what makes a human being, regardless of religious affiliation. I personally believe the experience of the “light within” has a lot more biological and genetic connections than we think, but the experience and what it means is largely misunderstood (well, we haven’t had the modern understanding of sciences for all of history, and who’s to say I’m right about this). I do get the feeling that through this path some of the newly formed nerve cells try to realize their own existence, trying to evoke a positive feeling and working with that.
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All of this takes a lot of mental restraint. I feel very tired constantly and have to make conscious efforts to keep trains of thought running. At 10:00 PM, T+7:30 it seems that the effects of LSD have largely given up. I still get very noticeable color smudging and spontaneous sharpening of vision when I drink mineral water and eat carbs. I haven't touched my vaporizer today yet. <!-- which brings me to question the known interplay between cannabis and other psychedelics.
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Truth to be told, I haven't been into cannabis for long, and I haven't researched its receptor system fully. Research is inconclusive regarding all psychedelia though, a fact that we can all agree on.
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The cannabis vapor obviously made the situation very different. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The cannabis vapor obviously made the situation very different.</div></div> Much more down to earth. It feels like a lot of my worries and headaches are bygones; as if I’m I ready to get over some emotional stuff. This may be in some way the most remarkable vape rip ever, but I just suddenly got the feeling that's everything’s just fine. Like just forget it and have a positive outlook on it. Subsequent inhalations instruct me to relax further. I do. Yet, something suddenly happened.
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T+8:00 - 22: 28 was the point where I lost myself into extreme time dilatation for the second time tonight. I was thrown into seemingly infinite self-defeating or self-reinforcing vortexes of thought.
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I was thrown into a torrent of what I can only describe as individual nerve paths somehow trying to find pathways to exist. I was yanked and pulled here and there with along lots of very, very varying physical sensations, along with very much headache. <!--You cannot even begin to fathom how exhausting this is-->This was exhausting, with every muscle contraction or relaxation making a nerve pathway fight for its whole existence, and I'm constantly told by an increasingly unconscious body to shut itself down as I’m typing this.
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Consistently after 22:28 I experienced various physical sensations of existence; as in I could take note of a certain feeling and attribute it physically to a part of a floating representation of my brain, with me being able to point the the physical location of the sensations to be behind my eyes. I imagined I was able to physically place my consciousness somewhere between the prefrontal cortex and the hindbrain. This is weird, but I associated the formation of new neural connections with a “wet”, snapping physical sensation, as if, yeah, this is crazy, I could somehow feel the nerve connection forming and the myelination process happening. At times I would feel this wet sensation all around my body, as if new nerve connections were made between sensory touch organs just about everywhere in me.
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I constantly experience this eerie glow from the what I believe is the hippocampal area. I definitely feel an increased pressure when pointing my thoughts at its perceived physical location, along with headache and a very bright visual sensation of light. (In fact, the following morning I still get the same sensation when I close my eyes, meditate and concentrate on the same part of the brain). Eyes shut I feel kind of relaxed, though I’m passing through a mental voyage that’s harder to describe. Maybe our minds somehow construct models of themselves to map our physical position in our universe, and it needs visual data to orient itself. Why would the mind need to know that, I’m not sure, but that’s not the first metaphysical dilemma I’ve encountered today. Maybe the mind just wants to know, much like how curiosity has gotten humanity into quite a few of interesting places, or maybe it just has something to do with our sense of balance and our experience of existence.
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I got the impression that I was earlier witnessing a neural connection being formed, and now it’s the other way around; I’m experiencing neural connections either breaking or strengthening. I was locked in experiencing binary quantum states of being, able to somehow see the growth and action of nervous system pathways; one state keeping me operational and conscious and moving, or the other quantum state, doing the binary opposite: letting that particular nerve connection expire which would result in shutting down the associated loop. Now I’m consciously making an effort on a neuronal loop to loop basis pass a “quantum state test” to resist unconsciousness, and I have this weird impression of having to simultaneously do it for every neural connection that’s in my head. That’s a pretty messy explanation, but what can you expect, I was under the influence of psychedelic drugs. This has a lot more to do with quantum mechanics and the quantum representation of the self, but I’m not an expert on that so that’s what you get, I can only say that it’s very exhausting. Anyways, it’s very taxing for my neck muscles and my brain which feels like it’s having a meltdown.
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00: 21 Still in the vortex, and I am constantly at loss for words. I’ve found it very, very hard to type and to form coherent words and sentences. It was as if I had to reprogram my whole brain to wrap itself on the concept of learning a whole new language.
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00:33 - Haven’t inhaled from the vaporizer since what happened at 22:28. One interesting thing I noted when looking into my own eye through the mirror: It was as if the glia cells assigned right next my focus point, the dead center of my own eye, were seeking to build nerve connections to get better data out of the iris, from the perspective of my vision a black hole. It’s as if there’s a mechanism designed to build more complex visual systems when stressed with poor visual input.
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Anyways, I experienced further physical sensations of existence: it was as if there was from time to time a completely new association “bubble” of nerves converging on a specific point in my head. I again had physical wet sensations all around this “bubble” and could very vaguely have an impression of physically sensing this bubble kind of finding its own place near the orbitofrontal cortex and creating new nerve connections around it. This keeps happening with different parts of my head, although I can’t offhandedly recall any other brain regions.
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At 2:30 am, I’m heating up the vaporizer for one last go. I also kept drinking and snacking. The final inhalations didn’t result in the resurgence of psychedelia, I just relaxed and went slowly into slumber. <!--Seems like I’ve already vaporized the THC, all that was left was other cannabioid substances.--> I had some very interesting dreams, yet can’t recall any of them.
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T+19:30 - I woke up at 10:00 am on my living floor carpet (I had a blanket and pillows though), with my neck feeling sore and my brain still feeling uptight. Upon waking up I put my hand into a bag of crisps and started munching enthusiastically and continued writing this experience report down. Interestingly, I still get the sharpening effect on my field of vision that I experienced last night when looking at the computer screen; things are not wavy anymore though.
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I did a personal inventory here and figured that the tail end of the trip was still going on. I ate some fruit, ingested vitamins and essential nutrients in supplement form and loaded my vaporizer for another go.
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T+21:00 - At 11:30 am, after eating and editing this text for a bit, I took a rip from my vaporizer. The following effects weren’t anything groundbreaking, no dire changes in vision or spiraling thought loops, but I did get a certain tense feeling in my head, as if there’s something going on in there. Otherwise I felt pretty relaxed.
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I get the sinking realization that pretty much *all* psychedelia must be neuroplasticity experienced by our consciousnesses, or a result of the activity of a certain part of the brain being altered. Which is very understandably confusing.
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I closed my eyes and relaxed. It was now certain that the trip was still going on at a low state. Random characters in a generic serif font appeared before my eyes in random patterns, flickering from character to character in a very fast fashion (several thousand times in a second, think of this like a refresh rate, herz).
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I’m somehow led to believe that the actions of cannabis made my brain examine singular thought loops and see if they’re useful anymore, with the help of my cognitive system to figure out if they’re viable to survive. Thanks to LSD, cannabis and a load of nootropics, I believe I could somehow tap my consciousness into those thought patterns, access my unconscious keep-or-die maintenance program for the tidying up of memories. As I suspected earlier, the endocannabinoid system might very well be a key player in engaging this maintenance mechanism of the brain. I’m not aware of any studies that have measured natural cannabinoid activity during sleep: this might definitely be a promising avenue for neuronal research, and explain much about the nature of dreams and regulation of memories and their respective association chains.
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 29</td><td> </td></tr>
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What follows is my first experience with combining LSD and ketamine.
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I have snorted ketamine many times before, I have been way down the k-hole many times, and it's one of my favorite drugs. I have never taken a small dose of ketamine before this, always aiming for the k-hole or close to it.
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I also have many experiences with LSD, both on lighter and heavier doses (ranging from what's assumed to be 4-200µg).
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For this experience, I took around 75µg LSD sublingually at around 11am. At 3pm I decided I wanted to intensify the experience and gain a more dissconnected perspective on LSD, so I took two small bumps (which I would estimate to around 10mg) of s-isomer ketamine up my nose and laid down. I reasoned that a small dose should be enough for at least something to happen, and I didn't want to be nauseous from a big dose for the rest of my LSD-trip.
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I then experienced things I've never experienced on any other substance alone. All in all it lasted for about 30 minutes.
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For one, I had an experience which could be described as malplaced astral projection. I saw a dog as from the view of 5 inches below the floor. I saw its tongue from below and I saw it lay down above me. It looked incredibly real and now I like to play with the thought that I really experienced actual astral projection, even if I'm sceptical of it usually.
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I also spontaneously tried to find out what I am/the universe is at my/its essence, and I peeled of layers of concepts and even dimensions, and I saw myself/the universe in a 2-dimensional space as a dancing point, dancing along a line and twirling at the end. That movement that I saw is the same movement I always see warping the patterns on the walls and ceilings and other surfaces while on LSD. I think I did see something essential in myself, as a kind of mental pacing that can be seen as the reason why an ADHD-diagnosis describes my behaviour and feelings well.
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During this ketamine-trip, I was completely out of it, I not only saw the 2-dimensional world, I was as 2-dimensional as it, I had no 3-dimensional body and no concept of the world around me. So in a sense it was like the k-hole, except nothing like it, because like the k-hole I was not in my body or in this world anymore, but it was not the usual dark, hard, sterile environment that ketamine always is for me. Rather, it was very soft, colorful and lively, the way LSD is.
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This experience is the most magnificent thing I have experienced in a long time, and I will definitely keep mixing these two substances. I think powerful things can come of it.<!-- End Body -->
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I had been very curious about LSD for quite some time. Years, actually. I had done a lot of research about the drug, so I had a slight idea of what to expect. I finally got my chance. My friend and I were going to a rave, and we had a connection who could get us some once we got there. Raves are nothing new to me. Going to raves is what I live for. I've heard you shouldn't try LSD for the first time at a rave because it can be too overwhelming. However, I am comfortable in the rave atmosphere, and I didn't want to miss my opportunity. My friend also wanted to try it for the first time, and we thought this would be perfect since the rave was psychedelic themed and would be playing different types of trance music.
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When we got there, we quickly found our connection. I bought one tab because I didn’t want to dose too high on my first trip. I realized that I probably could have handled two hits, but I’m glad that I only took one. It was definitely enough to make me trip without being overwhelming. I danced for a little while as I waited for the drug to come on.
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About 45 minutes after ingestion, I started feeling slightly lightheaded, and the back of my head started tingling on and off. My friend was feeling the same effects, so we decided to go sit down. Sitting down was definitely a good idea. My body felt kind of jittery as if I just drank an energy drink on an empty stomach. My legs were trembling and felt a little bit like jello. Then I got a very stoned feeling. It felt like I had just smoked a ton of weed, and it was hard to move. I just sat there observing all the people while feeling very out of it. The come up lasted about half hour. Then the jittery and stoned feelings started to subside. I felt like I got a burst of energy all of a sudden, so we went back out on the dance floor.
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There were UV reactive psychedelic art banners hanging up on the wall, and they had completely transformed from when we first got to the rave. The colors and patterns swirled together slightly, and it looked as if they were in 3D. It was totally amazing. I kept saying, “This is so pretty!” Tracing was another cool effect of the drug. Tracing is when an object moves really fast and you’re not just seeing it as a single object but also the various movements that make up the complete movement. Basically, it’s like a multiple exposure effect. I found this completely fascinating. When people were giving light shows, I could see all these pretty lights floating around. I could have watched them for hours. My friend also had a metal tongue ring and when she would move her tongue, I would see several metal balls swirling around. I thought it was the coolest thing. At one point, she was shaking her head around, and I said, “No, don’t do that!” It was incredibly creepy. She looked demonic when she did that, and it freaked me out for a second. Then we went into a giggle fit about it. I felt intense euphoria the whole night and laughed about pretty much anything. Time was also distorted. It felt like time was going by so fast. We would think that hours had gone by, but then we would look at the clock, and only an hour had passed.
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The best way to describe my trip was very dream like. It really felt like I was in a dream. Everything looked so beautiful and magical. I was so nervous going into it because I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but it was not the least bit scary. It was truly an amazing experience that I will never forget. I saw the world, people, and life from a whole new perspective. LSD is definitely a magical drug, and I certainly can’t wait to experience it again in the future.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 23</td><td> </td></tr>
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I started this experiment with one goal in mind, to determine if open eye visuals experienced during an LSD dose were dependent upon a definable background. Now, what that means is a little abstract, but basically I set to find out whether or not the visuals were really there or not. In theory if the open eye visuals were just a figment of my imagination, or a hallucination, the “patterns on the wall” would appear in detail regardless of how well my eye focused. I've answered that, and given a humorous experience report as well.
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Information about me and psychedelics: I've taken bunches. I've rode a ketamine wave of destruction till it crested and rolled back into my sea of thought. I've eaten godly amounts of mushrooms, I lost count a long time ago how many, and I'll never know how much I've taken at once (extract). I've squirmed in the throes of a DXM hell, and stared, drooling like an idiot at the jellyfish I saw when I ate too much Dramamine. LSD and Cannabis are my best friends. I've taken research chems on top of organic chems, I've been on all the above at the same damn time... In other words, I know what I'm doing, like it's my job.
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Information about my eyes: they suck. Real bad. I wear those big ‘ol coke bottle glasses that you could start a fire with the sun. I’m pretty sure I’m close to legally blind. But there’s good news for my peepers. In 2 days I’m having custom lasik surgery performed. I’ve never eaten psychedelics without the aid of my glasses, I’d taken moments to remove them just for a glimpse, but never a full experience. I felt like I was running out of time to ask and answer a daunting question few have probably asked.
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These are notes that my finance/stenographer took during the trial. Phrases marked with quotations are just that, me saying some weird psychobabble a reader might find useful or entertaining. I'll interlude with my personal experience notes. Pot smoking is to be assumed as almost constant. (oh, and I'm also a pothead. SURPRISE!)
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6:09 pm James dosed 4 hits of LSD blotter paper.
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6:15 pm Already experiencing a slight head change with a small tingle down his spine.
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6:24 pm Went out side to walk around the yard to see things before full on effects. Said it was hard to see details and could only see objects but couldn’t pick out any intricate patterns. Seems to be more apt to play with the dogs.
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6:28 pm Feels playful but not very energetic, and can tell that he has the first signs of the LSD.
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6:30 pm Took a shower with the intent on doing a water cleansing ritual.
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6:46 pm Finished shower and wrote his own insert about his effects from the water. He also noticed defined color change in objects.
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“Acid Time: Took a shower before effects set in. Only experience to report- As drops of water fell off my hair I saw a reflection of myself in each drop. Reminded me that I am part of every drop.”
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Ok, this is me trying to explain how I saw a perfect reflection of myself in each droplet of water falling from my hair. It reminded me for a moment that I was one with the drop of water.
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7:00 pm Noticed closed eye visuals but could only see faint opened eye visuals.
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7:33 pm “God Damn!” Conversation is hard to follow. With glasses on it gives the visuals more detail but without them the visuals are just as stunning <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">With glasses on it gives the visuals more detail but without them the visuals are just as stunning</div></div> and beautiful as ever. Feels kind of lonely, like he wants someone else to share the experience at his level of thought.
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“ It feels like I’m diving into a new world for the first time.”
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Not having my sight is something I thought I would be able to take in stride, but I didn’t take into account how it affected my mood. Having my effective field of vision reduced to about 25 feet (even then with only the hair 2” from my eye in focus), made me a little apprehensive. The world around me seemed alien. Even in a sober state of mind, the sudden loss of vision would have been hard to deal with. But now all my visual surroundings were reduced to colored blotches that move around other blotches of color. It seemed much more natural to close my eyes and listen, rather than see… But I forced myself to open my eyes and stare off into the ceiling paying close attention to the visuals.
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When the acid took hold I could see some faint movement in the otherwise blank white blur that was my ceiling, but it didn’t seem like anything more than some mild oscillation. They faintly formed lines running east and west (true direction, up and down to me), looking almost like a sound wave on an osculation machine. To reference, I put my glasses on, and whoa buddy! The energy lines turned into full blown mini universes of detail. The best I can describe is a square, of triangles, and other geometrical shapes, forming energy bars across the ceiling, but SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT! I took my glasses off again, and the original picture came back, just fuzzy lines.
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7:46 pm Smoked pot and stood up. “This is a little unnerving, I can’t really tell how far away the ground is.” “Never again will I have to think about how it feels to stand up.”
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8:30 pm James has been laying on the couch keeping to himself for approximately 94 minutes listening to Lateralus by Tool. Seems to be focusing on his closed eye visuals, or he’s trying to figure out the universe.
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After a lot of staring, I felt a change in atmosphere was in order, so I put in Tool’s “Lateralus”, a personal favorite for such occurrences. Soon after this, the leverage of the dose I’d eaten took me away into the music. I floated around for a while, just observing. I inspected my thoughts the way an engineer inspects a building to make sure everything was up to spec. I guess I got bored with that and just started analyzing. Nothing in particular, just… well, everything. But nothing at once? You’da just had to been there. I guess I just swam around in my head for a while riding the waves of sound like a surfer in Maui. At some point I stood up and just wanted to go outside.
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8:40 pm Feels like he’s already peaked or he might be at a plateau he’s not for sure.
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8:44 pm Goes outside to compare his before and during effects. Everything seems to be like little pixels of color. He takes in all of what is around him. Seems to be a little over whelmed but is having fun.
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Joanie “What are you thinking about?”
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James “A whole lot of nothing.”
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Joanie “okay”
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James “Maybe about what to call that color….it’s a nice place to be…I think I’ll just call it happy.”
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“The day that everyone stops trying to make everyone else see it their way will be the perfect day.”
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Ok, now I want you to imagine this… Take a picture of the “perfect” sunset. Partly/mostly cloudy, plenty of blue sky, the sun just peeking over the edge of the valley, casting a warm, electric red/orange glow across the clouds. Now take that an put it on acid. Now take that and drive it through the rain without the windshield wipers on and crash it into a rainbow headfirst at a buck-twenty. Minus the refraction from the water, that’s close to what I was seeing.
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My vision of the outside without the aid of my glasses was pretty stupendous. Instead of seeing a cloud on the horizon, I saw a morphing multi-colored “something” that had an electric buzz all about it. And EVERYTHING I saw was doing this.
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After a while I wanted to just put my back to something and chill out for a second. Another perfect moment, thunderstorms to the left of me, a beautiful sunset to the right, with the bottom of a hemlock to my front, letting small peeks of brilliant color through the branches. Firefly’s were slowly showing themselves in waves across my vision. And all of this while crashing into an electric rainbow.
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9:15 pm He put his glasses back on thinking that he was coming off of the plateau, but the visuals were more intense, more lucid, and in more detail.
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I felt that the peak had passed, the experiment had been preformed, and it was time to introduce the control. I put my glasses on.
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WHOA! DAMN! The mild visuals I’d experienced without my glasses gave way to a new explosion of moving, vibrating, breathing everythingness! (a normal trip) The wall suddenly had visual texture instead of an electric buzz and the patterns were very intricate, like the square made of triangles, made of geometrical blah stuff. This actually brought me up a few notches onto another short plateau of about 45 minutes. (most of which consisted of playing with a kitten) As more time passes the visuals started getting fainter until I felt it was time to record my experience.
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Stenographers conclusion- In conclusion, based on the facts and truths given, if you have “perfect” sight you can see and experience more of the effects than if you were not able to see quite as well.
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Psyconaut report- Ok folks, I warned you I've eaten a lot of this stuff in the past, so this conclusion is a little biased.
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So, In conclusion… I feel that the visuals experienced during an LSD dose are a visual representation of an energy that is always present, but not always perceptible. Reality is where matter meets consciousness. The energy from such a thing might let off a certain radiant hue. Perhaps the effects of psychedelics only allows a part of our brain to become sensitive to such energies. In a tunnel reality we know what we can see, hear, smell, touch, feel, and know (But you have to know that you know to know…. Right? Right…), with only these imprints available to it, I theorize that the visuals are a representation of an energy that our mind can “see” but not see, so it makes us think we’re seeing… the.. Um, visuals….
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Bottom line: Those visuals come into focus with corrective lenses. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Bottom line: Those visuals come into focus with corrective lenses.</div></div> They're still there without, but just like any other object they lose their shape and structure into the blur of nearsightedness. I even tried to form patterns out of the blur but couldn't do it. And I can make patterns appear on anything, anywhere, anytime just by thinking about tripping. They have a definable place in reality, otherwise they would have manifested anywhere I looked.
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I did this experiment for two reasons
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1) Previous acid trips brought up the topic and I was curious. I had previous thoughts about the visuals, but I wanted to 'KNOW' before it was too late. The experiment just strengthens my original theory.
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2 ) I don't know if anyone's ever done it before. I thought I'd share.
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Nutshell: Dude, that shit's really there!<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
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General Info:
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20 yr. old male
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about 230 lbs.
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I am on no medications
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I guess I will give a little background on my drug use. I consider myself fairly experienced with mind-altering substances. I am a daily pot smoker for a little over a year now and I have done mushrooms about 7 times previous to this experience, so I felt I had a good understand of what was about to take place, even though this was my first time taking LSD.
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Setting:
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Me and my 4 friends (who will be named c,b,t,and s for the sake of this article) were relaxing in B's dorm listening to music, a fairly secluded area of the dorm building and no one would be bothering us. We had plans to attend an art exhibit later that day.
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Pre-Trip:
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B had acquired about 10 gel tabs of strong acid (so he was told, and later ended up being the case). S and I each took 2 hits, C took 1 and T took a little less than one (this was her first time with any psychedelic and she didn't want to overdo it) all at around 2 pm. B took 1 hit and he was also trying out a large dose of mescaline for the first time, but thats another story.
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So we dropped around 2 pm, and hung out in the room for about the next 2 hours.
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As I mentioned above this was my first experience with LSD , I decided to take 2 hits instead of 1 because I have read that 1 hit of acid isn’t nearly as potent as 1 hit of acid taken during the late 60’s and 70’s, I wanted to get the classic experience so to say. All in all I was extremely excited going into the trip, not 1 ounce of nerves.
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The Experience:
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I started feeling the effects about 1 hour after we dosed. I started to get a little visual distortion and I had a noticeable energy beginning to run throughout my body. At about the hour and a half mark I began to really feel the effects. The visuals were getting strong as the room began to breathe in a sense and B had a ton of band posters throughout the room that looked so vibrant and liquid. My mind was running all over the place. We were listening to Phish (can’t recall what song now) and the music seemed to dance all around me, like I was inside of it.
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At about the 2 hour mark exactly T began to feel her effects fully and for some reason it overwhelmed her and she I guess blacked out, fortunately for no more than 4-5 seconds. Unfortunately for me I was just beginning to peak as she went limp (she was sitting on B at the time so he was able to cradle her and comforted her when she came to). Even though it was only for a few seconds, and before I knew it she was completely fine and really enjoying her trip, my mind began to run with the idea of “what would we do if she really isn’t fine, we are all tripping what do we do”,etc. Fortunately everyone besides myself and C had taken LSD many times before and they were able to calm me down get me to get back into the music which seemed to ease my mind. Even though I calmed down I will never forget “the fear”, the only way I can describe how I felt it was as it I was on top of a building on the ledge, and someone came behind me and tried to push me over the edge, that sense of adrenaline and intense fear was what I was feeling for probably about 45 minutes. It took every bit of me keep my sanity together over the whole issue.
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S decided it was time to head outdoors for a nice stroll before we went to our planned location (a local art museum was having an amazing exhibit of Modern Abstract art, Dali, Van Gogh, Etc.) When I reached the outside I was completely overwhelmed by how beautiful the world looked, I had to actually turn away from the sun. The entire sky was morphing and moving like I had never seen, the trees swaying back and forth looked so graceful and beautiful. We began walking towards “the Lagoon”, a pond with willows and other trees all around it. Along the way we stopped many times to just gaze away and really take it all in. (this is about 3-4 hours into the trip) We reached the lagoon and began to stroll around. The ripples in the water seemed to literally come at you, like I could actually feel them getting closer to me. Every tree had its own face and what looked like little mouths all over them.
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We sat down at a bench that was near the water and lit up 2 joints, which began to make everything even more vibrant. We eventually made it onto the ground somehow and we were all staring into the sky as the clouds danced everywhere. I distinctly remember seeing the sun glow in the corner of the sky and seem to morph and change like a huge burning ball of gas (hmm wonder why) as it moved across the sky. The fractals I was seeing as I gazed into the sky were almost like stained glass,it was just amazing. I distinctly remember saying (in these exact words) “I feel soooo weird….but not as much as I feel awesome!” that basically should describe my experience ha ha.
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We made our way over to the art museum (B attends a college in the city, so everything was within walking distance). We had a friend, K, meet up with us there just to keep an eye on us as we were going to be heading inside a museum, for obvious reasons. As we entered the lobby there were about 5 employees and no other people visiting the exhibit. Surprisingly I didn’t feel the sense of anxious awkwardness I feel on mushrooms when in the presence of people who aren’t tripping (or people who probably aren’t cool with it), instead I felt extremely upbeat as we were about to view some of the most amazing pieces of art ON ACID! We got inside the exhibit and everyone kinda began to do their own thing and head their own way. We were probably there for almost 2 hours. Let me just say that if you have the opportunity to view amazing art like I saw on acid, definitely do it. The exhibit was filled with Picasso's, Monet's, Van Gogh, Dali, Renoir… it was an amazing experience and I will never look at art in the same light again. After the museum (this is about 6-7 hours since dosing) we headed back over to the dorms where we lit up another J and began listening to some music just enjoying ourselves and having great conversation. We headed out to a nearby diner, we were all still noticeably tripping, so this was an experience in and of itself. I have never had such trouble ordering something off of a damn menu, I’m sure the waitress thought we were crazy. There were a few other kids who came in after us and began being really loud and obnoxious so we decided it was time to take off. We ended up over at K’s place and watch the newest Futurama Movie. After the movie we went back to B’s dorm where we smoked a J and all got into some pajama’s and turned on “The Flaming Lips:Live in Kansas City Zoo” dvd, which is where I fell asleep (about 12-15 hours after dosing).
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I didn’t notice any after effects at all the next day except that I was in an amazing mood with a new appreciation for just about everything.
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All in all LSD is an amazing drug that should be treated with the utmost respect, it can be a great experience but it is extremely powerful as I experienced during the peak of my trip. I had an amazing time and can definitely say that I can’t wait until my next experience with LSD. Happy Tripping!<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
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<tr><td>Published: May 7, 2019</td><td>Views: 590</td></tr>
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I never thought I could bring myself to take acid, but one day, I found my self sky-rocketed into a different world...
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My friend called me and asked me if I was interested in trying 'cid.' I pondered this for awile, weighing all the positives and negatives. I finally decided to go ahead with it, it was a new experience. I had been smoking weed everyday for about 4 months, and was ready for a different feeling of intoxication.
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12:30- My friend took me down to his house, which is across town, to get the acid. When we arrived, he carefully grabbed a small glass jar from his freezer. He grabbed one of the pieces of aluminum foil that were secured in the jar. He carefullly unwrapped the foil to reveal a small, cream colored piece of paper. He instructed me to place it on my tounge, and let it dissolve.
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1:00- We traveled back across town to another one of my friends' house to hang out and relax. I noticed nothing different than usual, although I had an uneasiness in my stomach probably connected to my suprise that I had actually gone through with this.
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1:30- I start to feel a little different, the onset was dragging along. I noticed quick transitions between different emotions. I was angry about a comment my friend made, and within the next minute I couldn't figure out why it angered me. My one friend suggested that I take one, big bong rip out of his 3 foot bong. I agreed, knowing that this would probably jump start my trip.
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1:45- I took a huge rip with no difficulty at all. I grabbed a drink to get rid of 'post bong rip syndrome,' and proceeded outside to smoke a cigarette. Then it hit me like a brick wall, my friends were right, they told me I would know it when I began to trip. I looked into the distance, and spectrums were shooting off of everything I saw. I followed the spectrums up into the sky, and back down again. As I again looked into the distance, I felt as if I were connected to everything in my visual eysight. I looked at the grass in my friends back yard, and saw flowing patterns, which looked like gears. I followed these gears to learn that I was able to look at anything, and visually see a connecting pattern from tree to tree, bush to bush, etc. The warm sun felt phenominal on my arms and face, I sat down. I felt as if gravity was punishing me, I could not lift my arms, the were heavy, my palms were sweaty, but I could not tell if they actually were, or if it was my imagination.
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2:30- The normal, everyday concept of time seemed unimportant and foreign to me. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The normal, everyday concept of time seemed unimportant and foreign to me.</div></div> After lecturing my friends on how 'I am not slave to time,' I walked inside, and was instanty astounded at the harsh difference in climate. I went to the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror, my face appeared to be sliding of, my eyes reflected every emotion I had every felt in the course of my life. I was sweating profusly, my face went from bright red, to pale, and I decided that starting at myself while tripping could lead to bad thoughts, so I left the bathroom and engaged in video games with my friends. I felt as if they were so easy to beat in this game, I didnt even need to try, I felt as if I was above their state of thinking, I wasnt necessarilly smarter than them, I just knew more then them. I thought to myself 'what stoners, do I look like that when I'm stoned?'
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My trip lasted , essentially, untill 12 midnight, although during the final hours I didnt feel like I was 'tripping,' however there was a distinction between my current state and everyday reality.
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Throughout my trip I saw many things, mainly patterns, colors, and distortions. To list everything I saw would not be possible, unless I returned to that state of mind again. My brain registered visual information differently during my trip, meaning that an analysis while sober could not conclude anything, whereas someone whos never tripped would not possibly be able to comprehend it.<!--If I could give advice to anyone unsure whether or not to take acid, I would advice them to make sure they are: 1) emotionally stable 2) with close friends (if they are tripping too it will make the experience all the better)--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 8, 2019</td><td>Views: 967</td></tr>
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Emotional Trip
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<hey->I'm not sure if this will help anyone in deciding if they should or should not trip, but I hope it provides assistance of some kind.<!-- however I used Erowid before I decided to and it helped my decision. Hope this helps.-->
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It was my first time taking LSD and I was slightly nervous I must admit. I have tried many other drugs before, but for some reason LSD was always one that I was unsure about. I decided to go ahead with it and with my best friend (who is a frequent user of the drug) I decided to trip. We stayed at her house in her room where we listened to rock n' roll albums and created art projects. At 8:00 pm we took the first half of a tab, (I only wanted to take a small amount for fear that I might not enjoy it) and for the first hour or so I did not feel anything. Then all of a sudden with out even realizing it I started laughing. There was nothing that was outright funny, yet I could not stop myself from uncontrollably laughing. My legs felt sort of jello-like and warm and tingly. I could feel my blood circulate through my body; I was warm, happy and very pleasant. Then all of a sudden my friend has some candles that were lit and she blew them out. I did not know why, but I quickly stopped laughing and started crying. I had tears running down my cheeks and was silently sobbing. For some reason I was very upset the candles had been blown out. I just had so much emotion inside of me that I had to release it in one form or another. In this case I went from laughing to crying- yet I wasnt that sad. I soon stopped crying and began to draw. One thing I found frustrating was that it was very hard to concentrate while drawing. I could not focus on my work and I also could not get what I was creating to come out the exact way I had wanted it to.
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Then an hour later at 9:00 we decided to take the other half of the tab. I was still peaking and this added to me wonderful flow of emotions. I was still giggly and happy, and just felt very pleasant. We continued to draw and listen to music and talk about things we felt were interesting at the present time. However, the entire time I was tripping I would constantly have millions of thoughts that would not stay in my head long enough for me to verbalize them. I also found that frustrating.
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The night continued and I still was happy, just more mellowed out. I was also very aware of my back and neck. It didn't hurt, rather I was just aware of it. I also found myself becoming attached to different objects. For example, I had been playing with a lighter and could not seem to put it down. I didn't feel right if I put it down- for some reason I needed to be holding it. The same thing happened to a sweater I had been wearing. The entire trip was clear and not as visually crazy as tripping on mushrooms. For example, I could have a normal conversation with someone, but when I am on mushrooms I don't like to talk to anyone and enjoy being by myself.
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Overall, I didn't see crazy images or have an tracers. The only vision things that I saw were my friend's christmas lights in her room- they were blurry and fuzzy- they all blended together. I didn't freak out or even remotely find anything scary or strange. I was simply happy and very emotional. I loved everything about my trip. I was nervous at frist, however I felt safe with my best friend and knew that I could trust her. I was in a comfortable environment as well. However I did have a little trouble falling asleep. It was strange in the fact that my body was exhausted, yet my mind was still wide awake and racing at 6:00 in the morning. I was done tripping still I couldn't fall asleep easily.<!--I would say if you are curious just be smart about who you are with. Make sure you feel comfortable with them and with the setting you are in. Don't combine LSD with any other drugs for your first time, and if you feel like you may freak out just remember it is the drug and that it is supposed to happen. 'Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream' as the Beatles said. It is astounding how much controll you do still have while on LSD. It is all in how you view a drug that can affect your trip for the better or for the worse.--><!-- End Body -->
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This report is about an LSD experience in a beach town during the holiday. My boyfriend D and I decided to spend a few days in my family’s house in a relatively well known beach town. We were on our last week of holidays, having spent the previous two free weeks making a trip to the north of the country. Those two weeks were beautiful but also tiring, since we set out to do walks and go on tours almost every day that we were not on a bus ride. Therefore, we were looking forward to a full 100% relax experience, including sun and sea-baths at the beach, having our favourite meals and of course, immersing ourselves in some psychedelic experiences.
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We had brought MDMA and LSD along with sufficient amounts of pot. We decided to do the MDMA first, the day following our arrival. <!--I intend to write about that experience soon, but I mention it here for the context: w-->We took the LSD two days after the MDMA experience, which had left us afterglowing and not tired nor in a bad/sad mood.
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At about 11 am, we had something light for breakfast, and took ¼ hit of a blotter that we had heard was really good material. It didn’t taste like anything, which was a good start. After this, we remained in the living room of the house, sitting on the couch watching TV. I have spent my holidays in this location since before I was born (literally), so I know the place perfectly and generally handle myself like it really was my hometown. While we waited for the stuff to kick in, we watched some documentaries on NatGeo, one about Japan’s geology and one about Jupiter (yes, we’re a couple of nerds).
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At this point, about two hours had gone by, and although I was going recurrently to the bathroom to pee (symptom that I have every time I use psychedelics), and felt anxious, I didn’t feel more than a little bit off baseline. D felt the same, and we decided to take an extra ¼. Then we continued to watch documentaries. One about the Sun followed, and we could tell in the middle of it that the effects were beginning to appear as the whole concepts developed in the documentary about life and outer space became a bit overwhelming. The effects were pretty clear at this point. We decided to switch the TV channel, and watch some news and cartoons, followed by a local transmission of live cameras in different parts of the town (downtown, the woods, the beach). It was relaxing to watch but at the same time a little creepy, since some of the scenes were totally deserted. It was a summer day, but it had been raining and the sky was overcast. It was chilly and windy also: the opposite of a typical beach day. Although we intended to go out, we decided to remain a bit longer on the couch as the effects grew more intense and caused us to be still. We listened to music and talked, not moving much. I was feeling considerably nauseous <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was feeling considerably nauseous</div></div>, but I could handle it well as long as I remained in a horizontal position. At about 4, I got up and danced a bit, slowly easing into the mellow high. D was still feeling a bit stuck, but I offered him some candy and began to put himself together. We checked that it was no longer raining, and decided to leave by 4:30, setting out for a walk through the village to a small forestal reserve, finally crossing it to reach the beach. We took water, candy, a small bluetooth speaker, our jackets, and left.
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The walk to the natural reserve was really nice. Beautiful summer houses emerged in vibrant green gardens filled with colorful flowers of all kinds. The town’s sand streets seemed peaceful, and the quiet scene was only disturbed by birds’ sounds and distant cars. We easily got to the reserve, and the surroundings became more vegetated and natural. Pines and other trees grew tall, filtering sunlight and giving amazing kaleidoscopic pictures as we looked up to the leaves against the sky. We departed from the main road and went up a hill, where we sat down for a bit. From there we could see people coming and going through the reserve and observe the natural landscape in all directions; that’s what we did while we talked about life and nature and ate chewy candy. We picked up leaves, fruits and flowers that were on the ground and scrutinized their structure, shape and patterns. It all seemed interesting and shone in a beautiful light, with specially bright colors. It did not seem like the gray day it actually was. As we got down the hill, we encountered other people, in particular families or groups of friends, evidently looking for new activities that could replace the usual beach excursion. D remarked that as we looked at them, they all seemed like they were also being overwhelmed by the natural beauty of the place, and it appeared to us they they could all very well be tripping too. We knew they most certainly weren’t, but something in their facial expression looked like it, they just seemed surprised all the time. We finished to cross the reserve and finally emerged at the top of a sand dune overlooking a vast beach. Sand dunes became gradually less steep as they were closer to the ocean.
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We could suddenly feel the strength of the wind, and got in between some small hills for cover. Again, we remained silent for a while, observing the beautiful and intimidating landscape of a windy sea during a rainy, gray day. Some people were trying to take artistic photographs of themselves playing with different perspectives by standing in dunes of different heights at different distances from the camera. They looked totally ridiculous to us, giving indications to one another angrily, while trying to take a ‘cute’ picture. We couldn’t help laughing about them and their strange behavior. And of course like in most LSD trips, laugh became unstoppable to the point when tears flowed continuously. We decided to get closer to the sea, however, the wind was very strong and a light drizzle was starting to pour, so we didn’t get very far. Again we took shelter behind a dune, from which we could observe the sea spreading majestically in front of us. We put some music on (particularly Yawning Man) after checking that nobody was close enough to be bothered by it (I find it extremely disturbing when people force their own music into other people’s day in natural surroundings). Yet another moment of glorious and joyful contemplation took place, as we watched the strong waves in the sea, ridden by the wind. The image of a man playing with his dog near the shore was very moving to us, everything looked especially beautiful and in place.
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Some minutes later, we turned our attention to a small wooden house in the middle of the beach from which the lifeguards usually watched people who bathed. Nobody was bathing at the time, but one of them was there, trying to do some kind of work on the little cabin. The place was put on some wooden columns, underneath of which was an old leather couch over the sand. It wasn’t clear for us what he was trying to do, he had some kind of hammer and was pounding at one of the corners of the house. The image was weird because the weather became pretty hostile, and the mere thought of carrying out an activity like that out in the open didn’t seem very smart. After a while, a second lifeguard from a nearby beach arrived and attempted to help the other man. The whole scene became incredibly funny, they clearly wouldn’t be able to fulfill the task in those conditions, yet the first man was absolutely focused in it. The other man tried for a while but soon desisted, and proceeded to smoke a cigarette (maybe a joint?), sitting comfortably in the couch as the other worked. I only mention this sequence of events because it all seemed hilarious and incredible for us, watching the whole thing feeling invisible to them. We laughed a lot, and again turned to happy tears.
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The rain got stronger and we decided it was a good moment to leave the beach and head for the town center. It was pouring strongly. We headed for the bank to get some cash but the place was packed (everyone was out) and there were about 20 people in line for the ATM machine. About 2 seconds passed by and we decided we were not in the mood for waiting in line in that condition, so we fleeted and entered a big arcade, which I have known for basically my whole life.
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Entering the arcade was like entering a different dimension altogether. It was about 6-6:30 pm at this point, 7 hours had passed since we took the acid, so the effects were starting to wear down. But as soon as we found ourselves in that enormous room filled with weird noises and all sorts of colors and flickering lights, a new wave of emotions hit us. Our senses were being aroused in a whole different way now, constantly stimulated by the shiny setting. We were feeling high and giggly again, and we spent about half an hour playing Daytona, Time Crisis and House of the Dead. The whole thing was tremendously funny, although some of the graphic interfaces of the games seemed like too much for me at times, especially when the game required me to shoot and kill characters one after the other. Games that usually appear too violent for me seemed unbearably so this time. Anyway all in all it was a relaxing, fun experience.
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At about 7 we left, and started walking along the town’s main street. This was not an easy task because the place was packed and we had to avoid people of the time. It was also raining, so everyone was trying to walk under the frontshops’ roofs. At some point we walked past another arcade, where people were lining up to get into some kind of wagon, in which they were given virtual reality goggles. We decided to stay and watch those peoples’ ride. Once they were all sat down with their goggles on, seatbelts secured, one employee activated the machine and it started moving as if it was a spaceship. The participants made weird noises, surprised at the visual effects I suppose they were having. They also made sudden movements, like reflex motions provoked by the visual stimulation. Many other people were watching with us, and we were very amused by the whole thing. Some minutes later it was over, and we set out to continue to walk the busy street. The rain had calmed down but was still present. At this point, D got a text message from his brother, who was in a nearby coast location as well, telling him to watch out for the rainbow over the sea. We immediately started walking towards the beach, and as we were getting closer to the coastline, an incredibly bright double rainbow became visible. It emerged from the ocean, looking north, and the other end faded beautifully into the town’s buildings.The main arc was very bright, and the secondary one was clearly visible, with its color sequence inverted. The sky was pink and grey, the rain was beginning to give in and at the same time, dusk was about to start.
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We couldn’t believe our eyes and how incredibly lucky we were to be able to watch that beautiful spectacle in such a blissful state of mind, being flooded by a strong feeling of gratitude. The beach was almost deserted: people preferred to flee from the rain and miss this wonderful event, it seemed. The rain finally stopped, and the rainbow quickly disappeared. This is when we looked the other way to the southeast, and saw the most unique landscape consisting of the sea, dark grey at this time, obscured by a set of very dense dark silvery clouds that elongated across a pink/orange sky. The color contrast was intense, and I tried to absorb as much visual information as I could get through my eyes and into my mind. I wanted to be able to reminisce the vision and the warm feeling forever. I was also taking many pictures with my phone, and sucking on a lollipop (classic psychedelic companion). It gradually became darker, and suddenly it was night time. The atmosphere was humid and a bit chilly and the sky was too dark to appreciate any colours. We walked along the coastline, talking constantly to each other and laughing. We were already starting to head back home, and decided that we would stop to get some food on the way for dinner. We eventually got to the place, and ordered lots of delicious comfort food. We felt totally hungry and no amount of food seemed enough. It was not easy to order the food, we hadn’t interacted with people for about nine hours, and we were just slowly coming down. But we finally got through and food became a reality for us.
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We resumed our way home. As soon as we got there, we literally attacked the food, but we became almost immediately satisfied. Most of it became leftovers but hey, we didn’t have to worry about lunch anymore. A marihuana blunt was then lit up, and we finally relaxed as we watched TV, curled up in a blanket to face the rainy night. We smoked and relaxed for a few hours, and finally fell asleep to some beautiful music.
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The following day was amazing: sunny and warm. We started the day with a joint and a nice breakfast about 11am, and we set out to the beach, where we spent the whole day with D’s brother and his girlfriend. We had the leftover food for lunch, sunbathed, read, and freshened ourselves in the glorious Atlantic waters. Everything was at peace, the afterglow feeling continued for many hours.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 27</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 10, 2019</td><td>Views: 753</td></tr>
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Meeting God at the Hospital
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My very first time taking LSD. I have been an avid medical cannabis user for 8 years now. At the time of the trip I was an undiagnosed recreational user. I had tried shrooms a couple times in the past and had a lovely experience. I do not use tobacco and drink on occasion.
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3pm, Summertime, warm and sunny- I biked over to my friends house. Pat gave me a giant chunk of a strong toffee edible. I ate the whole thing and I am very use to functioning on edibles with a very high tolerance. I told her about my experience with shrooms and she grinned at me, pulling out a little vial with a snowman on it. "I'm almost out." She said. "I'll fill this vial up with water and give it to you for free. Don't be mistaken this is very strong, at least 7-8 hits so be careful". (She was wrong).
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Pat accidentally got a little bit of acid on her skin and asked that I leave before she gets too tripped out. Even though she wiped off the vial, a few minutes after touching it, my hand began to tingle.
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5pm- My whole body was welling up with energy. Lights were brighter. I saw patterns on the side walk on my ride home. Stopped at the store to pick up some food and felt as though I was in my own little bubble away from everyone else as I moved through the store, searching for my goods. I'm not tripping yet, this is barely a microdose, mild open eye visuals and changes in perceptions.
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7pm- I arrive home with some Super Silver Haze and my goodies. I prepare myself a pizza and head to my room. I showed my brother the treasure I found with a beaming smile on my face. I was so giddy to try LSD. My little brother did not warn me that he had his friend over and they were smoking in my room...
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8pm- After eating and taking a couple puffs of cannabis, I took the whole vial. Thinking "You can handle this". Big mistake. I will not romanticize this trip<!-- for you as so many others have-->. Yes it was a profound experience but had I known what I was bargaining for I would have thought twice and reduced the dosage <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">had I known what I was bargaining for I would have thought twice and reduced the dosage</div></div>.
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Pat was very wrong about the dosage. She later admitted it was closer to 10-12 hits. Although some trip reports where the person had consumed 30 tabs is closer to my experience.
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Immediately, I felt nauseous. I have a weak stomach in general and continued to smoke. I began to feel overwhelmed by smell, light, and sound, as if I were about to have a migraine. I asked my brother to turn down the War Pigs by Black Sabbath. He and his friend refused to do so and became belligerent at this point. I did not imagine this and they often would act out so I had to kick his friend out. No one is going to smoke my weed and disrespect me.
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8:15pm Within minutes my entire visual field was covered with swirls and patterns, bright flashing lights. The carpet in my room expanded, my room became huge then disappeared entirely. I was in a cave of visual, swirls, patterns, and lights. The music sounded far away like I was in a tunnel.
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I could no longer function, I forgot I took a drug, I could no longer remember anything.
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I accidentally drank bong water thinking it was a bottle of sparkling water. I remember becoming extremely hot and taking my clothes off.
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I had a very bad headache and voice in my head said some unsettling things. Specifically, that "MY BODY IS ATTACKING ITSELF" I decided to lay down and try to sleep it off. This was another mistake.
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I thought I went to sleep. I was very convinced I was sleeping in my bed but in reality I went unconscious. My sense of self was asleep but my body was still moving and acting on its own. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">My sense of self was asleep but my body was still moving and acting on its own.</div></div>
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****The rest of this trip is pieces of memories that slowly came back to me and bits that other people had to fill in for me. As I stated above my self went to sleep but my body kept moving****
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I think this may have been a psychotic break. I became very afraid of my house. I think due to bad memories or the fact that a lot of people have died and suffered here. You can feel it in the walls. Whilst still naked, I ran outside to my friend's house and started banging on the door screaming her name.
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I laid down on their porch looking up at the stars. The whole world was moving and shifting. Creating cliffs and breaks in my once flat city neighborhood. The Earth was splitting apart. I could see giant cracks filled with nothing but dark empty space. Earth shattered.
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My friend's Dad came outside and I ran away from him. Stumbling a couple times. My brother tries to get me back inside the house but I refuse screaming "I hate this fucking place, I'm not going in there!". I started saying awful things about my neighbor that "he was beating his wife" when in reality he is a really nice guy. Always cool and friendly.
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The police were called of course. I was very lucky they didn't beat my ass. The detective, unfortunately, was the same detective who was there the day my father died. I felt very uncomfortable and tried to run away again but was caught in a blanket by another cop.
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Sitting on my lawn, I looked up at the cop and tried to grab his dick. He dodged me then I immediately said "I'm sorry officer" giggling like a mad woman. Looking back, I'm so sorry for what I did to you, officer. I did not mean it and I'm very ashamed for assaulting you.
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An ambulance came and the paramedic looked like a fat old version of a woman I disliked. I again tried to run but she grabbed me by my hair and yanked me into the ambulance. I started talking shit to them and the nurses. Saying thing I would normally never say had I been sober.
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We arrive at the hospital. They inserted a catheter in me that later became infected. I was restrained so hard that after I woke up my pinky was purple from lack of blood flow and had no feeling. I said horrible, awful, hurtful things to the nurses who laughed it off but also instigated at the same time.
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I'm gone again. The staff become malicious and throw me into a blender. I felt the blades chop me up starting from my right leg up. The whole room goes red like the sun. I'm pretty sure I'm dead at this point. Then I hear a voice talking to me. "This isn't where you are supposed to be right now." "Pick your guitar up and keep playing, you'll get good, if you die now how are you going to do that?" I'm pretty sure this is God. Whatever this being was, it knew me and all too well.
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"What about your grandpa? Your brother? Your mom?" After God said this I began to see flashbacks of memories. Past, present, and future began to meld together. I saw everything. God said I'll get a second chance and to be kinder to the people in my life. I received words of encouragement and then after the last memory of my grandpa and signing off on this deal I returned.
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I "woke up" or my sense of self did. I was in a white room. I was 100% sure this was purgatory. An Asian man wearing white stood in front of me looking as wise as Buddha. He asked "How are you feeling, are you awake?"
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"Where am I?" I asked.
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"You're at resurrection hospital."
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I had no idea where I was or how I got there. How did I end up a mile from home? What are clothes? Where are my clothes?
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The nurse proceeded to get me some food and water and encouraged me to stay away from drugs. Not likely but I thanked him and apologized for how I acted.
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I was still tripping but at least conscious. The walls were still covered in sacred geometry.
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My mom picked me up and took me home. Grilling me over where I got the acid from.
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I wouldn't have called this a bad trip, the experience itself while terrifying was still breathtaking and mind warping. However, this is a bad trip because I had unintentionally hurt people in the process because I lost control of myself and that's my only regret.
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I still enjoy LSD occasionally but I'm very careful about my dosage, environment, and make sure to have multiple sitters to prevent any mishaps. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I still enjoy LSD occasionally but I'm very careful about my dosage, environment, and make sure to have multiple sitters to prevent any mishaps.</div></div>
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I so truly wish I could enjoy this substance in a medical setting where it would be safer but that's not going to happen anytime soon.
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The last thing I'll say is remember the beginning of my trip where a voice told me "Your Body is Attacking Itself"? It turns out I have autoimmune disease. 3 of them. During that trip I believe I had a Grave's Disease flare-up that possibly contributed to my actions and adverse effects. It may sound crazy but the voice was right.
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I always learn something new when I take LSD. Its true that psychedelics provide valuable insight. If I never heard that voice I would have never taken the steps needed to get my AI disease diagnosed and under control. In a way, it did save me.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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Most I have ever taken was about 950µg at the Goatrance tents at a trance festival, 'Dance Valley' outside of Amsterdam.
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Thing with good psychedelic trance music is that I basically don't lose my rational thoughts and do not freak out, even though I am not in this reality anymore. The beat keeps my heart at a steady rhythm, the melodies form a solid basis to dream away on and the resonances allow me to access higher dimensions without derailing too much.
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Basically everyone on the dancefloor looked like Hindu gods, Egyptian or Baylonian gods or similar imagery, with extremely clearly pronounced energy fields <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">everyone on the dancefloor looked like Hindu gods, Egyptian or Baylonian gods or similar imagery, with extremely clearly pronounced energy fields</div></div>. The air was one big sacred geometry fractal rainbow-pattern of interacting auras. It was more like sub breakthru DMT than anything else at that dose. I danced for a steady 8 or 10 hours, and felt relatively normal (extremely mellow euphoric and divine but not jittery) by the end of the festival...I thought.
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Things got amazing for me when we left the music and drove home; the ride home was like taking a transdimensional shuttle through hyperspace. The highway lights became one big spiralling rainbow light timewarp thing which felt so fucking euphoric to look at. All the light energy pattern stuff was constantly morphing in geometrical pulsing living patterns and the music in the car was a 5th dimensional blanket weaving in and out of my brain patterns. It was orgasmic as nothing else I had ever experienced on LSD.
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When we came home I was tripping madly and I must have felt the movement of the car for at least four or five hours after that.
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I stayed up most of the night while everyone else was sleeping, just tripping my nuts off in a full body and mind orgasm. Utter ecstatic euphoria. I laughed my ass off just amazed at how fucking good I felt and how everything just responded to my thoughts.
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Amazing.
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I felt amazing for weeks after the experience.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 27</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 12, 2019</td><td>Views: 598</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), Rave / Dance Event (18)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">200 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/smarts/modafinil/">Modafinil</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.25 hits</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">195 lb</td>
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Low Dose LSD Modafinil With Positive Result
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I was planning to attend a concert and dance hard for several hours. I took 200mg Modafinil (Modalert/Provigil) to keep me alert and awake, as well as in good spirits all that time. I've done that plenty of times before and it works like a charm (so much better than caffeine).
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I then realized that I had intended to try out the effects of low dose LSD and exchange experience reports with a friend in LA. I was a bit concerned, because of the possible interaction with Modafinil. I searched online for reports and found a few - mostly tales of caution ('beware, modafinil + LSD can lead to bad trips, because the modafinil could heighten anxiety, etc.'). Still, it was kind of vague and I was curious.
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I decided to try a 1/4 dose of approximately 25 micrograms LSD (if the doses were properly applied to the blotter paper at about 100 micrograms each).
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At the concert, it was clear that LSD effects were setting in! So, at least the low dose was noticeable. Actually, I was surprised just how obvious it was throughout the night. Unless the dosage was not as claimed, I can only imagine that the modafinil combined with LSD was having some mutually enhancing effects. But, the LSD did act as I might expect for a low dose: Inhibitions were lowered, social anxiety gone, pleasure and sensitivity up, dancing great - really, it felt in many ways like ecstasy (MDMA/Molly). <!--That was at approx. 25 micrograms LSD.-->
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After hours of dancing, no real fatigue, just a desire to work on through the night composing music. Got back to the apartment, spent some awesome time on a light trip in the hot tub feeling very warm, pleasant. It was an LSD sort of pleasantness <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">It was an LSD sort of pleasantness</div></div>, as my mind did tend to wander way along various tracks it happened to come to.
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Had a little nap later in the morning.
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Overall experience: Very pleasant, no strong psychedelic effects, but a great mood enhancer, with low inhibitions and a desire to do and experience. No come-down of any noticeable sort.
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Possible things to watch out for: When the LSD started peaking during the concert there was a moment when I began to feel very thirsty and I imagine there could have been a moment there where a nervous person might have started having negative thoughts... and those can become their own self-amplifying problems. I just told myself 'oh, that's the LSD coming on / peaking... no problem, have a little water in a moment'. I continued to concentrate on having a good time and experienced no anxiety of any significance.
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I think, as always with LSD and similar substances, the probability of a good or bad experience has a lot to do with the person involved and their natural tendencies to have thoughts leading in one direction or another. So, I would suggest taking that into account for the experience. I have never had a really 'bad' trip, even while in a high-pressure discussion during the peaking of a trip - so that might be a personality thing.
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<!--Anyway, I thought this would be a useful addition to the experiences out there of combining Modafinil + Low Dose LSD, because it would be *wrong* to supply only tales of caution in that area.-->Modafinil &amp; LSD *can* work exceedingly well together, if you know yourself well and if the LSD dose is low.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2012</td><td width="90">ExpID: 97847</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 40</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 15, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,854</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">Modafinil (217), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Various (28)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:30</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">100 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(powder / crystals)</b></td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">75 kg</td>
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Firstly about myself: I’ve been married for eleven years and my wife is thirteen years younger than me. We have two children aged nine and seven. My wife supports the family and works away from home for months at a time whilst I take care of the house and children. We live in a gated community ten miles from the nearest city and I have little social life whilst my wife is away. I have a healthy diet and practice martial arts early every morning for about one and a half hours. I am acutely aware of any effects of drugs on my mind and body. I am even more wary of prescription medicines than I am illegal drugs and would only take any if absolutely necessary.
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Prior to taking MDMA for the first time my experience of illicit drugs consisted of some cannabis use in my late teens and early twenties and twice taking LSD, once decades ago as a student and once a few months ago. I rarely drink alcohol: in the last twelve months, only twice. I like alcohol but not the hangover. My recent interest in drugs stemmed from wanting a social life and wanting to share experiences with my wife when she is home. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">My recent interest in drugs stemmed from wanting a social life and wanting to share experiences with my wife when she is home.</div></div> The LSD I took this year was done at home with only my children present. It was OK, but went on far too long. I experienced heightened awareness of sights and sounds but there were no great revelations. I slept not a minute as the sounds of the night outside seemed deafening. I had no great desire to experience LSD in a social setting and began investigating what drug would be better for meeting people. I decided on MDMA.
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I purchased 1 gram of MDMA powder (untested) and it sat untouched for a couple of weeks. I had decided I’d wait until my wife returned home before I tried it because I wanted to share it with her. Reading that “once you’ve had sex on ecstacy you never want it again without” certainly influenced my decision. I’d never known my wife to take illegal drugs before and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to persuade her, but I thought it worth a go. In the event, persuading her wasn’t difficult.
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On the evening in question my wife and I went upstairs and measured out 0.1g each of the MDMA powder. We inserted the two doses into empty pill capsules. I was a bit hesitant to take my pill, but my wife showed no such reluctance and swallowed it immediately, so I followed suit. We rejoined the children in the living room and waited… and waited… and waited. After one and a half hours we both hardly felt anything so I decided to go back upstairs and take another 0.1g. This time my wife didn’t want to join me. Rather than messing about with empty capsules I drank the second dose down with orange juice. Half an hour later the effects hit me intensely.
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I spent the next few hours singing along with my family to tracks on youtube played through the television. Music sounded amazing and I had an irresistible urge to dance. This for me is totally out of character. Normally, even whilst drunk wild horses couldn’t get me onto a dance floor, but I simply couldn’t help myself. Even my eldest child said I was acting strangely and asked if I’d taken some medicine! Unfortunately, my wife would not join me so I had to dance alone. Two hours after I took my second dose, my wife, seeing how happy I was, did likewise. I don’t know how she felt inside but she looked normal to me. She still wouldn’t dance.
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During the whole experience I felt far more in control than I would if I were drunk on alcohol. I felt happy and able to talk coherently with my wife and children. What I didn’t feel was a boost in energy. Despite the urge to dance, I felt more lethargic than I would normally. I didn’t feel great empathy with my family or the world at large either. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Despite the urge to dance, I felt more lethargic than I would normally. I didn’t feel great empathy with my family or the world at large either.</div></div> The only time I have ever felt increased empathy was the first time I took LSD (as a student) when the world felt like one big happy family. Disappointingly, my sense of touch was not enhanced. When I had sex with my wife later it was for me similar to having sex after large amounts of alcohol: I had no problems performing but due to decreased sensitivity I was unable to finish. Afterwards, I fell asleep easily and I slept more deeply than usual for about six hours.
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The next morning I got up and trained as usual for one and a half hours. I had been concerned about overheating, especially as I live in the tropics, but I felt no hotter than I normally would when I train. After showering I walked over to a friend’s house and started talking to him in his garden. A few minutes into the conversation I began to feel faint so I walked home, all the while afraid I would black out. Once I was able to lie down on my sofa I felt fine. That day I was tired and I couldn’t think clearly, but I did not feel ill or unhappy. I didn’t feel depressed as I had feared I would during an ecstasy come down, nor have I felt that way since.
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The following day I attended some classes. I felt less self conscious speaking in front of the class than I normally would, but I was perhaps a little less confident due to the lack of clarity in my thoughts. For the next two days my mind gradually recovered and my energy levels increased. On the fourth day following the taking of the MDMA I wasn’t busy and my wife, who had enjoyed the MDMA a lot and claimed no after effects at all, wanted to try the other drug I had: two tabs of LSD remaining from my previous purchase a few months ago. I was against it because I knew my brain was not yet recovered from the MDMA, but I allowed myself to be persuaded. In the event, my wife hated the effects of LSD and wouldn’t leave the house so it made for a long and boring day.
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A few days after taking the LSD, about one week from taking the MDMA, the real problems began. I started getting what felt like small explosions in my brain causing my head to tremor. I investigated what they might be and decided they were what other people have described as ”brain zaps”, apparently common following SSRI discontinuation. They were very disconcerting. It’s two and a half weeks since they began and only now have they subsided to a level where they no longer annoy me. I’m confident that I will soon be free of them. I don’t know if they were caused by the MDMA, the LSD, or the combination of the two, but my money is on the MDMA. Also after three and a half weeks my energy levels are not back up to normal. I need to sleep more than before and I know this is to allow my brain to recover. My thoughts are still not as clear as prior to taking MDMA.
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I’m now afraid to ever try MDMA again. It’s far more fun than alcohol or LSD, but the after effects last too long and are too scary. I suppose when I feel completely recovered I may try MDMA again, but at a lower dose and next time making sure I don’t touch anything else until my brain is totally recovered.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 47</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 16, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,158</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">MDMA (3), LSD (2) : First Times (2), Hangover / Days After (46), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
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<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(gas)</b></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">vaporized</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td>
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After getting to know LSD and Marijuana quite well, and enjoying their interactions together I decided to try Nitrous bulbs along for the ride. I had enjoyed them before the acid days and after hearing that they too interact with LSD, I decided to try the combination for myself.
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I have come to realize that I have quite an addictive personality so I avoid highly addictive drugs because I know they would kill me, or I would not be able to stop. So Nitrous did not ring any alarm bells when I researched it.<!--, but beware!!-->
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This was a period that I look back to fondly, like a time when psychedelic substances inspire in a way that is very hard to reach in day to day life. Like being in love, sort of. I would go down to my fishing shack by the Murrumbidgee, take some good LSD, wait until the trip started peaking, have some super hash (produced ironically as condensate byproduct inside [my] Vaporizer!), and BANG!!
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The walls of the room would ripple, my heart would feel like it was filling with hope and promise and the gumtrees outside were the most beautiful things I have ever seen! The connection to nature was complete. I was(are)nature and vise-versa. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The connection to nature was complete. I was(are)nature and vise-versa.</div></div> In the light of my head torch at night the tree trunks glistened silver, gold, yellow, orange and green. The patterns were(are)stunning.
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Then, I would take some Nitrous oxide via whipped cream bulbs! KABOOOM!!! The feeling of being one with the sunset and starry night was incredible..i.ts like I was flying through space and being everywhere at once and completely content. The mossy rocks, trees and bushes were twirling like steam, It was a mind orgasm. What a rush, I began spending hours writing song lyrics and poetry until the sun came up and I felt I understood the cosmos and our place in it more that with just LSD and Pot.
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Unfortunately I soon found myself having to always include the bulbs on my LSD excursions. This seemed awesome at first, although it slowly dawned on my that this was unsustainable. I suspect that Nitrous Oxide via whipped cream dispensers is somewhat more harmful and addictive than my research suggested. <!--(Although Erowid is an excellent source of up to date information and does have caution as a recommendation.)-->
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I soon found myself being draw into an addiction to bulbs, at one point I ordered 500 online and they came in a day! They were gone in a week! I was loving the rush, listening to music and even hallucinating .. without LSD!
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Then finally, after the 500 batch and then some, I took a trip and started bulbing, only to find I felt like an Ice addict or something. Intensified by the LSD I could feel the physical harm the continued use of the bulbs was doing, and my emotions were becoming negative, as if I had reached a point of no return. I kept inhaling only to find myself spiraling into fierce addiction <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I kept inhaling only to find myself spiraling into fierce addiction</div></div>, at that point I understood what it truly felt like to be utterly under the spell of a drug, I had to finish them off there and then. I felt horrible. Like I was a slave to something I once loved..
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I then wrote this poem/song. Its still in development.
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V1
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Flying fiery through the old forest
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Burning down into the ancient folds
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Digging deeper till the barrow bleeds
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Finding only a child's lonely scold
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Melting gracefully into the moss
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The clouds form like magic wands
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To rejoin her womb melts all loss
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Now love as one with all the lands
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Chorus
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Poly ate all the crackers
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She's drowning at the rivers cross
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Sinking down held tight by shackles
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One more breath before all is lost
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Minds melted fast back into stars
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Burning skies send shivers down
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A single soul could stray so far
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Don't slip now you might just drown
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V2
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Pushing past the downward tunnel
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Only time could send me there
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I won't (let me) go to the devil
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It's just the darn cost of the fare
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Crushing darkness is a holy creed
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Ones mind it is the oceans free
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Open the doors to quench the need
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And Transcend the egos push to lead
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To love oneself is to love a dark heart
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There's no other way back home
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Just like the ancient wise old lark
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His third eyes feels a wise soul grow
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I have since stopped using the bulbs, not the LSD and Pot, I can manage that. So be careful with Nitrous, its amazing but very potent too.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2015</td><td width="90">ExpID: 106685</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 45</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 17, 2019</td><td>Views: 3,201</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Addiction &amp; Habituation (10), Combinations (3), Alone (16)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">40 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/paroxetine/">Pharms - Paroxetine</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
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<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
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<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td>
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<td width="110" class="bodyweight-title">BODY WEIGHT:</td>
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The Technicolor Yawn - LSD and Paxil
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LSD Marijuana Paxil Red Wine
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Just looking at the long list of drugs I have written above now makes me laugh in disbelief, but at the time this was pretty normal for me. Well, everything except the Paxil. My new girlfriend had talked me into seeing a psychiatrist and accepting psychiatric medication. I did it mainly to make her happy as it didn't seem to do much for me.
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I remember the day this all occurred very well, as it was a pagan holiday - Lammas, August 1 - and we had just held a pagan ritual. That morning, my girlfriend had moved away and I was to follow her in several months to go live with her in a state I'd never lived in. We were having relationship problems already and I was very unsure about the situation, but I was very much in love.
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Earlier in the day I had acquired 5 hits of paper blotter from a very trusted friend. I am reasonably certain there was nothing wrong with it and that it was LSD of the type I had been used to taking. Previous to that point in time I had taken large amounts of LSD on numerous occasions. I had stopped for a while because my girlfriend didn't like it, but I figured she would be out of town so why not? I hung out with my friends after the ritual getting high and drinking for a little while. One very strange but significant thing that happened was that an odd beetle came and ran up and down my arm. We laughed and said it was a scarab - Egyptian symbol of death and rebirth. I got a little creeped out, but then shrugged it off and went home to drop the acid.
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I had two roommates who were cool, but they were at work which as fine with me. I dropped the acid and while I waited to come up, I lit some candles and incense and then lay on the bed. Everything seemed like a normal trip at first and I let my thoughts spin out where they would go. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Everything seemed like a normal trip at first and I let my thoughts spin out where they would go.</div></div> I thought a lot about the relationship and problems we were having and how to fix them, hurtful things she had said of which there were a lot. I felt a lot of stress building up in my body. I tried letting it all go but it kept building up. I felt nauseated and tried to tell myself it was the inability to let go of anger. But then I realized that I was actually going to vomit.
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I ran to the bathroom and was sick. Gross. I recovered from that and began to walk back to the bedroom, but suddenly realized I wasn't done being sick and turned and vomited again. And then again... and again.... and again. Soon I began to panic. Why couldn't I stop? I couldn't stop. I remembered the scarab running back and forth along my arm and decided it had been a sign that I was going to die. The death god had come for me and my number was up. My girlfriend had abandoned me, my roommates were gone, I was all alone. I started completely freaking out.
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I somehow got the idea that since I couldn't stop puking that I should take off all my clothes and climb in the bathtub so I could clean myself up afterward better. So I sat in the bathtub vomiting and crying and splashing water on myself. I thought about trying to go find help from a nearby friend's house but then I realized I couldn't even walk. I finally regressed to the point of feeling like an abandoned 2 year old due to issues from my childhood. I have no idea how long this went on - it seemed like hours. And then I heard my roommates come home.
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They walked around the house, and I could hear them saying that they knew I must be home because there were lit candles and incense burning - all of this must have taken place in a rather short amount of time - but they couldn't find me. I began screaming so they would come find me, but they couldn't hear me! I only thought I was screaming. My voice wouldn't come out of my throat. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I only thought I was screaming. My voice wouldn't come out of my throat.</div></div> Eventually they came into the bathroom and found me naked, in the bathroom, vomiting and crying.
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The guy of the couple pulled me out of the tub and made sure I wasn't choking, then spent 5 minutes trying to get me to talk and tell me what I had taken. I was having a huge amount of trouble even forming words to speak to him. Eventually I told him about the LSD, the weed, the Paxil and the wine. He shook his head and said I should never combine these things but that I would be okay. He got me cleaned up and then spent the entire night sitting up with me in my room with a bucket while I continued to vomit, making sure I didn't fall asleep and choke to death. Things finally calmed down about dawn. I felt completely emptied out and drained.
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I fell asleep and didn't wake up for 14 hours straight, not even to go to the restroom. There were no other ill after effects. I broke up with the girl less than a year later.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 103506</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 27</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 22, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,355</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Paroxetine (148), LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Relationships (44), Combinations (3), Alone (16)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</td>
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Effects of LSD-Lamictal-Prozac
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Session space was thoroughly prepped beforehand. Entire familiar apartment was cleaned top to bottom, and comforting familiar objects were placed all around, as well as reassurances and inspirations. Mindset stable and optimistic about the trip, however no sitter was present.
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Took Lamictal 100mg 7:30 AM, and 7:30 PM, along with 0.5mg Klonopin as usual. The Klonopin was used as a backup in case the trip went awry, as at the time I didn't have a sitter, as well CBD and Cannabis were on hand. The main purpose of this trip was to discover how Lamictal, Prozac [?], and LSD all work together. There is not much research on Lamictal and LSD particularly, and I suffer from Bipolar Disorder as well, but this was not my first successful trip.
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I dropped the 150ug tab (tested/verified) at exactly 12:00 AM after a brief rest of four hours prior. I waited an hour after dropping sublingually, then smoked about 1gram of cannabis (via bong) to get things rolling over the course of 20 minutes.
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At 2:00 AM I felt the LSD begin to take effect hard, but even with cannabis the come-up wasn't as intense as before being on Lamictal. The combination of drugs seemed to stabilize my mood throughout the trip quite well surprisingly. I got lost in the visuals of psychedelic art around my apartment for quite a while, and listened to some Pink Floyd. The visuals were intense, but not disconcerting. I saw geometric patterns most everywhere, but only in specific places. When I concentrated my vision on art, it would appear as though the subjects "came to life" and performed their actions in their artwork as if they were living beings. If I lost too much focus or started too long however, things would begin to melt, vibrate and breathe.
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At 3:19 I recorded my note of peaking on my trip, and by this point I had mellowed out completely. I felt like a child exploring the world around me for the first time. I looked outside and opened the curtains, and suddenly just felt the urge to go outside and lie in the grass forever.
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I looked down at my arms, and the hair on my arms appeared to spread, growing thicker as if I were observing my own accelerated hair growth over time. I decided to take a shower at this point, and had similar effects on my legs and thighs, hair growing - except it started to turn into beautiful swirling patterns.
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As I looked at the dark shower wall, I saw the water droplets multiplying and sparkling like individual diamonds. It felt so quiet and peaceful, so surreal. I looked at my black shower curtain and saw formulas begin to appear. I've studied chemistry and physics in college, and I began to recognize equations that I didn't even remember after those years. I realized at that moment that I never really forgot, that the potential was just untapped - and this realization led me to an intense euphoric joy.
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Not much after this point is memorable, besides going outside at the end of the trip and staring at the grass and my arms for a very long time. I have a tattoo on each arm, and each seemed to become more and more beautiful, sharper detailed and clearer than when I first got them. I became a little overwhelmed at the outside and people around, so I went inside to calm down and took 2.5mg Klonopin, and 50 mg CBD. I was back to my peaceful state and felt my ego returning with a vengeance. This was unsettling, as I had felt so detached from it the entire trip.
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At 8:10 AM, I felt the trip declining more and more - I could tell it was pretty much over at this point. I smoked the other 2.5 grams of cannabis over the course of about 2 hours, and somehow I managed to fall asleep directly afterward. I would attribute this to the combination of Klonopin, CBD, Cannabis, and being up for quite a long time. However, I was still incredibly surprised, because at the time I was still having mild visuals. I've never been able to sleep on LSD before, even with CBD, Klonopin, and Cannabis.
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Overall, it was an excellent and enlightening trip. I felt much inner peace after this trip. I wouldn't recommend anyone trying this combination of drugs (especially if you have a mental disorder like me), but I hope this serves as at least anecdotal evidence of this drug combination. For reference, the dosage aforementioned in the beginning was standard and maintained for over 2 months prior to this event.
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A note on physical manifestations as well - strangely completely absent. I've experienced my fingers feeling like they were melting before, but in this trip I didn't feel any strange physical sensations or auditory hallucinations.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 113150</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 23, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,301</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Lamotrigine (432), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Alone (16)</td></tr>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">230 lb</td>
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It is always a wish of every experiencer to be able to adequately describe a new experience. It makes one appreciate how remarkable the advent of language is and was throughout history. To recreate an experience through sound after the fact is truly fascinating to contemplate. The difficulty of describing something outside of normal experience reinforces this fact. I apologize for the crudeness of this report, I am not among those gifted with that creative force.
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I am an experienced lsd user. I don't have an exact count, but I have had many dozens of experiences, in as many different settings. I've had good, and bad trips, l; goofy and enlightening experiences. None however were as intense as my most recent, an unexpectedly high dose on an empty stomach. My usual source of the compound had dried up, and an acquaintance happened to have a different supply. I decided to give it a try. He didn't make mention of the dose, and I didn't ask. This was my mistake. I purchased two tabs, cynically expecting each tab to be dosed at 75-100 micrograms max. My usual dose is what I believe to be 200 micrograms, although one can never know for certain, and I expected this to be no different than usual course of actions.
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I woke up early, at 7 am, to dose myself at 8. I had to work that evening at 10pm, and this has always been a sufficient enough timeframe to be normal enough to do a passable job. I made myself a tea, and took the two tabs. Normally, I find that it takes my body about an hour to an hour and a half to process the drug and for the come up to begin. This time, it only took 30 minutes for the beginning stages of the experience to manifest. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">This time, it only took 30 minutes for the beginning stages of the experience to manifest.</div></div>
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The beginning was coming quickly and powerfully, significantly moreso than usual. This caused me a great deal of anxiety, as I began to realize I had taken a much larger dose than expected. I've had experience with large doses, but nothing ever felt as overwhelming as this. I became violently sick, and became stuck in a loop of vomiting for almost an hour, before finally being well enough to go back to bed. The only thing tethering me to reality was the horrible nausea, and the fact that I was breathing. All I could do without gagging was hunch over the toilet and breath. The sound of my breath took on an extremely vibrant quality, and made the time sick pass more interestingly. My only other thoughts were of disappointment at myself for jumping into the void haphazardly.
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Once the puke loop stopped and I returned to bed, ego death began. I phased in and out of experiencing having a body. For much of the time, there was no other quality to my existence other than what seemed like a pinpoint of energy located somewhere inside the space of my head. I could no longer see this world, nor hear it. Instead, the sensory input came from somewhere else. The pattern, the typical visuality of the lsd experience, came to life and took over all data being sent inward. The shapes moved and spun and interacted in a spatial dimension I could not comprehend. Combined with these shapes were sounds. The sounds came from nowhere in my home. I had no music playing, no sources of white noise. They were part of the visuals. There were strange clicks, hums, vibrations, and other sounds that I cannot describe as I have not heard them before or since. They made sense with the movement of the geometry. In that moment, the only part of me left intact became aware that this was the machine aspect of our universe, the behind the scenes interactions beyond the macro from which all complexity is created. It was all so amazingly digital. In this time, I managed to change my viewpoint to what seemed like looking down at my corporeal body, and it too was only the grey rainbow vibratory geometry like everything else.
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The peak began to fade into the plateau, wherein I returned to physicality. It became apparent upon returning to my body that I was rythmically twisting and convulsing in what I can only describe as a 3D manifestation of higher spatial dimensional manipulation. My contortions felt like I was being moved in ways that were physically impossible, but that the movements themselves were only a shadow of that dimension. I also did not feel like I was in control of my movements; I was being puppeteered by some external force. Eventually, I regained control of my body, and returned to the normal habits of an lsd trip. I put on a funkadelic album and zoned out to the sounds, while also deeply shaken by the totality of my experience. The remaining hours of the trip passed as they usually do, and I went to work at 10 pm without issue.
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I am pleased with the result of the experience, but I implore anyone who takes a new supply of any drug to always get the most sense of what they should expect vis-à-vis dose. There were moments where I believed my body couldn't take the experience and that I would require hospitalization. Luckily for me I was experienced enough to hang on tight and ride it out. But not everyone will be adequately prepared to dissolve into their vibratory state. Please be wise with these experiences, and only dose yourself this high knowingly and with the full expectation of it being nightmarish and disturbing.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 113197</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 28</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 25, 2019</td><td>Views: 858</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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Near Death on LSD
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LSD is virtually extict in my neck of the woods, so I bought the whole sheet when I crossed paths with some powerful white on white blotter. The sheet was one hundred hits dosed at 200 micrograms. It was 100% real deal LSD-25. My wife and I are experienced with psilocybin, but this was our first time experimenting with LSD. Needless to say we fell in love with the chemical. The Zen-like atmosphere present during the year in which the sheet lasted was fueled by the most enlightening and most fun trips of my life. This report is not about those trips, but rather the one horrible nightmare that I experienced during my 2016 LSD binge.
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My wife and I started the night each of us with our regular <!--200 microgram-->one dose of LSD. As always, we took another <!--200 micrograms-->one each at the 60-90 minute mark in order to intensify and prolong the peak effects.Typically, we experience the usual LSD symptoms common to 400 microgram doses. The visuals are always intense and right in our faces. The body load is clean and euphoric. Our set and setting (home) was the same it had been many times before, so we knew what to expect that night. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Our set and setting (home) was the same it had been many times before, so we knew what to expect that night.</div></div>
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Three hours into the trip and I'm at my usual peak, which is intense to say the least. I used my super magnified vision to examine every tiny nug of dank I stuffed into my bowl. While my wife was toking down, I crammed my mouth full of gummy bears. My mouth was so full that I could barely chew. This was hilarious to us, as I vigorously gnawed on the horking glob and tried to speak with my mouth full. I swallowed the wad of gummy in order to prepare myself for my bong rip. I put the lighter to the bowl and began to inhale, but instead of drawing smoke into the chamber, the bowl clogged and my throat completely closed. My throat clogged in the same manner as the bowl. I could feel my throat open again when I quit trying to inhale.
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'Okay that was weird', I told myself. At this point, the visuals were getting peculiar. First, I was staring at a lamp on my dresser while five identical lamps floated around it counter clockwise. The giant mandala hanging on the wall, which moments ago was gently dancing with the music, was now waving like a wheat field being strummed by wind gusts of varying magnitude. Suddenly, I had no energy and had to take a seat. My field of view was replaced with what seemed to be a cartoonish simulation of the room. The furniture was represented by three-dimensional shapes made out of neon pink and green laser lights that were drawn onto a two-dimensional black canvas. The edges of the shapes would shoot off and tumble across my view leaving tracers in their wake.
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It took at least 30 minutes for us to realize I was choking to death. We weren't sure because I could still make myself breathe, and I could talk. I think the intense visuals might have been brought about by the lack of oxygen or excess carbon dioxide. At first, my wife thought I was just having a panic attack <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">At first, my wife thought I was just having a panic attack</div></div>, and I thought I was tripping so hard that I had forgotten how to breathe. I knew for sure I had a partial obstruction when I gulped down some ice water, and I could feel it trickle like cold rain drops down my throat.
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It was stupid of me to not call 911. I could have died. I spent the next six hours sitting straight up in bed while my wife watched my every breath. After a while, my breathing began to sound like a cat's purr. I have never been so scared for my life. I had forgotten how to stay alive. As I was laying in the bed, I recalled the ego death I had experienced hours before. Just hours before I was laying on the ground staring up at the stars, I was one with the Universe, and I understood death is only an illusion. Now, I was laying in bed with an opposing view; dying is bad.
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The gummy bears slowly worked their way down my throat over the course of the next day. A lot of it turned to flim, and it took almost a week before I coughed and hacked the rest of it out of my lungs. I could have gotten pneumonia or died.
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I now have an emergency plan every time I trip, and I wont hesitate to call 911 if the need arises.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2016</td><td width="90">ExpID: 109749</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 35</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 4, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,141</td></tr>
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This happened about 8 months ago, and still shakes me to the core every time I think about it. Mostly about how grateful I am to have had such an experience, let alone mentally and physically survive it haha. Well, let's start from the beginning.
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I was at a music festival at my local amphitheater, and I ended up buying really good doses for a cheap price outside in the parking lot for my friends, who were already inside. I didn't get any for myself, since I had tripped the day before <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had tripped the day before</div></div> and I prefer to space out my trips, but when I walked inside the venue nothing could ever prepare me for what was about to happen.
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I met up with my friends in the pit and gave them their doses, and we were all groovin and movin as anyone would at a music festival, when I spotted my Lucy plug amongst the sea of people, and he spotted me. He started dancing his way over to me, and when he was close he started dancing with me and told me to open my mouth.
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Now, I know what you're thinking. I really should've known why he asked me to open my mouth, but in that moment, with everyone sharing off such incredible energy and with no time to think (for some reason I justified that he was going to give me some water lmao) I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, and tasted what felt like a god damn sticky note on my tongue. IMMEDIATELY I knew what was up and what was about to happen. But then again, in that moment, I didn't think to try and spit it out, so I asked him how many he gave me, and he said 'oh about 20 or so. You got it brother!! I did that for a reason!!' And he continued to dance like nothing had happened. I continued to dance as well, taking some of my friends water to wash down the tabs, attempting to prepare for what only people should witness right before they die. Within 15-20 minutes I already felt it kicking in, and everything beyond that loses all meaning of time, logic, and really any sense of the reality that I once knew.
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Immense energy surged through my body as waves started to ripple in the atmosphere from the sounds that came from the stage and the crowd, and began to take up my entire field of vision. It dumbfounded me in a way that with time I found I could no longer dance, and for a couple of minutes simply just stood in place completely in tune with everything and nothing at the same time. As it got more and more intense, I had to sit down, and immediately when I sat down it all kicked in right there. I was completely and utterly gone from reality and my own self as I once knew it.
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<!--I'm sure you guys are aware of how fast our train of thought moves, and how many thoughts we are capable of having per minute. Well, for every thought that we have, generally most of them end up getting lost in our subconscious and are either brought up at a later time or never again. However, t-->The minute I sat down, each thought that I had, I ended up being completely immersed in each and every one of them, where they'd continue to grow and flourish and become their own parallel universes that'd I'd live through until I died in that thought, if that makes any sense. And whenever I died in those thoughts, I'd come back to my body and back to the amphitheater, only to be blasted off again with barely any room to breathe into another thought and another universe.
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I don't know how long I was sitting down in the pit area, but it must've been long enough for other people to notice and take concern as to how tripped out I was. At some point, I thought I had gotten back up and started dancing again, and I started to hear people around me talk about 'some dude in that chair over there who was really fucked up and should be looked after.' <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I started to hear people around me talk about 'some dude in that chair over there who was really fucked up and should be looked after.'</div></div> And I looked over and saw who they were talking about, only to see myself. God, to see myself in that state was unreal. I literally was outside of my body, looking at my shaking, drenched body grip on to a seat for dear life while my mind continued to blast off at full speed. When I came to the realization that that sweaty, quivering body was my own, I managed to leave the pit and at this point experienced what I think was sensory overload, and I regained consciousness in a grass area outside the stage surrounded by my friends. At this point, I was grasping at straws trying to recollect where I was and who I was and what was happening, but all I felt was that I had done something terrible. Several thoughts flashed through my mind. Did I kill someone? Am I dead? Does the FBI know where I am and what I'm doing? Am I going to jail?
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One thing that stuck out to me the most was how much I felt like a failure. I felt a necessity to try and be in control of my trip, not for myself but for my friends as some of them were tripping for their first time. They kept trying to talk to me to see if there was someone they could call to get me out of there, but I kept saying that I was sorry, over and over again. I started to cry. If any of you have seen Get Out, I felt like I was trapped in the sunken place, merely falling yet also floating, surrounded by a sea of black while I watched a small projection on a screen of what was going on around me. I couldn't talk clearly, I couldn't move, I just lay there in that field while I tried desperately to make sense of something, ANYTHING.
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Now, I'm a very experienced psychonaut, but nothing could prepare me for this. Normally in times of distress on normal doses I'm able to go with the flow and overcome it, but I couldn't this time. I kept trying so desperately to be in control, and the more I think about it now, I realize that's a crucial character flaw on my part. I felt i was obligated to be in control of the situation and look after my friends, but I couldn't, and most of all couldn't accept that I was anything BUT in control.
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And in the end, all I wanted was for someone to understand. Someone to try and reach out to me, to connect with me on the level that I was on, but none of my friends could, until an unnamed stranger came up to me, moved my friends out of the way, grabbed my hand and said 'Bro, I've BEEN there. You are going to be okay.' <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">'Bro, I've BEEN there. You are going to be okay.'</div></div> I looked at him with such a shock of relief and screamed 'yyyyyoouuuuuu KNOW!!!!!!!!' And then, I didn't feel so isolated. I felt cared for, I didn't feel alone, and then and there the stranger had me take a xanax and thank god he did, because everything mellowed down after that. I don't know what would've happened if he hadn't. Long story short my roommate picked me up and drove me back home to ride out the rest of the trip, which I finished with Fight Club and a well deserved mango.
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Sometimes, even today I feel like I never left the amphitheater, like the life I'm living now is merely one of the thoughts that progressed into its own universe and I'm going to live this one out until I die and I'll wake up back at the concert venue. It took me months to cope with depersonalization, flashbacks, and to learn how to act human again, but I managed and am ultimately grateful for the experience. I only wish I could describe it better and in more detail, but I'm sure you guys know how difficult it is to detail the unknown, let alone the psychedelic experience as a whole.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 20, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,858</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">300 mg</td>
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CandyFlipOut
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There was an echo like a gunshot in my head—the sound of a million deadbolts on a million doors of perception breaking open. Suddenly, the world was flooded with color.
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There was a whole new magic in lights, which had all become part of a melted oil painting bleeding fantastically across the twilight canvas. Liquid trails held hands, dancing and swaying—the sensation that everything really was connected, in a way that seemed so simple now.
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There was euphoria and clarity and raw power, a rushing brilliance I found dangerously thrilling. I knelt before the Pool of Knowledge and drank heavily, mad to live and share it. The lines that separated my emotions from those of others were erased, and I knew not where I ended and others began. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The lines that separated my emotions from those of others were erased, and I knew not where I ended and others began.</div></div>
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There was awareness of brain damage and the fearsome dragon of mania, but it mattered little. I swam through molten energy fields and the endless sea of space-time, feeling all that had once been intangible slipping between my fingers like honey. I kissed Infinity, felt the pulse at heart of the universe, and heard the Word whispered in my eager ear.
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There was a state of perpetual revelation, constant sermonizing—an outflux of tangled poetry and metaphors that confounded anyone but me. Accidental riddles spiraled inward and collapsed, providing their own answers. Each sentence devoured itself, as a snake chewing its own tail. Thoughts converged and shattered and collided, exploding with fireworks of epiphany that were only mine to see. Genuine enlightenment, it seemed, didn’t translate. The psychedelic flames illuminated the Truth, but burned away the proof before it could be spoken.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td>
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The Best Trip Yet
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Me and my good friend moved from Houston to Austin for college. With our new found freedom we decided a 'trip' was in order to start out the year. It was his(lets call him S) first time to drop and my second. My first trip was hardly a trip, I felt 'weird' and slightly drunk but that was it(pretty bunk stuff). Two girls(L and D) we knew from high school came to visit us and brought the cid with them, 1 hit each. I forget what they called it, 'black'-something, the paper was black anyhow.
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We had ample provisions, munchies, oj, alcohol, a little pot, blacklight, various colored lightbulbs, and good music. We were all comfortable with each other and the surroundings were pretty cool. Me and S had a two bedroom apartment in a complex perfect for tripping. Basically it's renovated gov. housing painted in purples, oranges, reds, yellows, and other bright colors in odd patterns with colored flood lights everywhere...cool.
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So we drop the acid around 8pm or so. Okay....we sit in the living room drinking a little, screwdrivers I think, and 45-60 minutes later I start to feel it. My hands and feet start to feel slightly wet. The carpet begins to take on an interesting texture. We all agree that it is starting to kick in. I remember getting up to go to the bathroom and thinking the floor was wet somehow or that my feet would go through it like water. I drain the lizard and become entranced with the shower curtain. It was moving, flowing like a flag in the wind. I stare at that for a while and remember to get back to the living room.
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By this time we are all feeling pretty giggly. We talk, laugh, drink a little more. S takes a lamp puts a green lightbulb in it and sets it in the corner of the living room, so that it illuminates two walls. Wow...they are textured so they start forming patterns. I start seeing very aztec looking forms on the wall. Snakes, vines, leaves, trees, and skeletons(but not scary). I could hear the crickets and frogs outside and this added to the hallucination. I then get up to do something but get distracted by the carpet. It moves, ebbs and flows.
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I'm pretty sure we all decided to venture outside for a while. The girls needed something out of their car. Now remember how trip-tastic this complex is. The colors on the builings were moving, the lights threw shadows that moved, the air tasted great, the sky, moon, and clouds were incredible. I felt euphoric. We were tripping pretty good at this point and our conversations seemed to be looping. I remember S running up to where all the electric meters, boxes, etc.. for our building and screaming 'I can control the world from here!' We laugh our asses off, walk around, get strange looks and eventually remember what we came outside for. High spirits for all.
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Back inside we head to S's room, at least that's the next thing I remember clearly. He has a pink light and purple light in the light/fan and a black light on in the corner. He has a bunch of cool ass posters. He had a 'Lord of the Rings' poster, the border has vine, trees, and characters from the book was moving around the picture. Gandalf was in 3-d, things were moving and it blew my mind.
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At some point we put on the AENIMA album by TOOL and cranked it, probally around 12am. Fan-fucking-tastic! The cd is kept on loop for the rest of the trip which adds alot to the weirdness. I groove to one song it ends, next thing I know I'm grooving to it again but I'm in a different part of the apartment doing something different. Crazy deja-vu feelings and mind loops.
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I remember going outside with D and just staring at the sky and skyline from my balcony. The skyline seemed very movie like. The light of the city and moon seemed to getter darker and lighter. One moment it felt like first dawn then midnight, then dawn again, etc.. After a while I felt like I had been standing there for days. I felt how old the earth, universe and stars were. D and I hardly said a word but it was not awkward. At one point she leaned over towards me, I had the urge to kiss her but decided with surprising lucidity that this, considering our current state, probally was not the best time to start something. We both head back in and I swear I saw an aura around D and it was sadness and dissapointment. 'Of course I'm tripping balls so who knows?', I remember that thought vividly for some reason.
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Everything else is a blur. My perception of time and thus the order of events is pretty whacked at this point. I remember the kitchen walls breathing in and out, the floor at an angle it should not be, and afraid everyone was going to fall somewhere.
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I sat with S and gazed into my speaker cab for my guitar amp(you can't see the speakers just black cloth). It had a Grim Reaper sitting on top. We both felt that we were being sucked in to this black doorway by the reaper, S said the reaper said something to him.
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I remember sitting on S's bed staring at the ceiling with D, the pink tropical light was on, the ceiling fan was on full blast so you could feel the air moving and it made the light move on the ceiling a bit, and the track with the lightning from the TOOL album was playing. I thought I was on an island before a storm. I felt at peace, and I never wanted to leave.
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I remember washing my hair for some strange reason. The water felt great. For a while I just sat on the floor and stared at things. I glanced at the mirror and thought 'not a good idea' and left.
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I played guitar for a bit. Kicked on the delay and phaser, fantastic! I got lost in the sound, I felt like I -WAS- sound, hard to explain.
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I remember thinking that the last track on Aenima, was the best fucking song I had ever heard.
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We all laid on S's bed and I felt some weird sexual tension.
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Everyone crashes at dawn. Beautiful sunrise, -I- felt like a new day. I lay in my bed and think it is the most comfortable thing. The apartment is dead silent, I sit there for a while with my eyes closed enjoying shapes, and cartoon characters. I have auditory hallucinations, I hear whispers, music, and just weird things. I eventually drift off into sleep. I got up around 1pm and felt pretty drained. I also felt like the acid did not totally wear off until the next day.
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My perceptions of reality have changed and expanded. In my trip I felt no spiritual connection(proablly because I am an atheist), rather the enormity and infinitnes of the universe compared to my meager self. I pondered the struggles of mankind, the futility of war, violence, and other hippy thoughts. Over all it was probally the best trip I ever had, as I have had a few more since:).<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1998</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10974</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 21, 2019</td><td>Views: 615</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">0.5 hits</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td>
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<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td>
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This is the story of my first candyflip experience. Warning: this will probably take a while; I like to include as much detail as possible.
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I have experimented previously with both LSD (+15 times) and MDMA (5 times) separately and had been wondering about the candyflipping combo. The idea intrigued me very much, but at the same time inspired me a lot of respect. I have never had any kind of bad trip or anything, but being a new combination, I wasn’t sure what to expect and whether I would be too overwhelmed by the experience. I decided to let it flow and see if the occasion presented itself. And it did.
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My friend P’s birthday was coming up and, since we currently had access to top quality LSD blotters and crystal MDMA, it appeared right to celebrate it with this psychedelic duo. As this was settled in our group of friends, I became instantly nervous in anticipation. I decided not to think about it and carry on with my week, not worrying. Finally Friday came and with it, the much anticipated event. We were originally planning to do the party on Saturday, but a public transport strike was set to happen that day, making our get together more difficult. So, we settled on Friday. Eventually the strike was suspended, but we were already mentally preparing for the experience so we kept the appointment on Friday. O, A, my boyfriend D and I were meeting with P and C at their new house as roommates, have dinner and then immerse ourselves in the experience.
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My work day had been long and busy, and many other in the group felt the same. We ended up arriving at the house at about 10.30, A was already there. Right away, O arrived and almost immediately after, the food we had ordered. Timing had already started to align. We had dinner, nothing too heavy, and then proceeded to roll some joints for the trip and post-trip. We planned the night a bit: O and A would only take MDMA (this was A’s first time with the substance), the rest of us would candyflip. So, we took out our stash in order to prepare the parachutes.
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The stuff was stunningly beautiful. <!--The material was 100% crystalline, rhomboidal.--> As a chemist, I was tempted to keep a macroscopic monocrystal to analyze in the DRX. C agreed. I wished I could some day obtain a crystal of such beauty in the laboratory. Also, I felt sorry for crushing the enormous crystals in order to make a powder that would be easier to distribute. We didn’t have a scale precise enough to measure out our doses, but we knew that the whole thing was supposed to be 1g. So we divided it up in portions between 100 and 150 mg. A, D, P and C would take 150 mg, I wanted a little less so we estimated around 100 mg for me, and O would directly lick the stuff from his finger. There was enough for many redoses, too.
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Regarding the acid, most of us had already tried this batch and found it really g0ood. No taste, no bad effects whatsoever. P and I would take 0.5 blotter, and C and D would take 1. The only remaining issue was to decide when we would take the parachutes. D had read a lot about different timings and their implications <!--(here on Erowid and elsewhere)--> in order to make an informed call. D, C and P had done it before, having the MDMA about 2 hours after taking the acid. The experience was intense, but they were willing to try a different rhythm. D had read that taking the MDMA 3 hours into the experience made the MDMA peak along the LSD, producing a synergic effect and avoiding the MDMA comedown to coincide with the LSD peak, which could be troubling for some. I didn’t really have a say since it was going to be my first time, so I was ok with it: we would take it at t = +3:00.
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We proceeded to take our blotters at about 12:20 am, and C set his alarm to sound in three hours’ time. While we waited for the acid to kick in, we prepared the scenery for our trip. We set up LCD green/red lights that were projected on the white walls, and put a blue lightbulb in one of the bedrooms and a bright red one in other. P put another set of lights under the sofa, which provided a very interesting effect. We set out the joints we had rolled and the big amounts of candy (hard and chewy) that we had bought for the occasion. We set out pillows, blankets and sleeping bags on the floor. It was chilly outside, and although we had the possibility of turning the heating on, we knew that we would appreciate the warm hugging feeling of a blanket. Everything was in its right place, we were going to be very comfortable. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Everything was in its right place, we were going to be very comfortable.</div></div>
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We put on some nice electropop music, and watched trippy animation videos on YouTube. I was becoming gradually anxious, not being able to stay still at one spot. The acid was starting to manifest itself, only about 30 minutes after its ingestion. This stuff comes on really quickly, I thought, and discussed it with the rest, who agreed. I had already felt this in a previous trip. I felt uneasy, and a subtle nausea appeared and started to grow. I decided to take a few tokes of the joint that A was smoking. She hadn’t taken anything else yet, while O had a hit of MDMA. In all my trips I am always grateful for cannabis’ ability to ease nausea. It worked. Suddenly I felt great and everything became tremendously funny. I laughed to tears at everything C, P and D said. At this point, A had taken her parachute and was laying down with O, covered in blankets. Soon I felt stimulated, my jaw bothered me and I recurred early to the chewy candy. I felt that I had to pee every 10 minutes, which always happened to me, but I never seemed to be fully comfortable with myself. I was tense, but happy. Everything had a special glow, light dispersed everywhere and was out of focus. The lights under the sofa appeared to be changing colors, although we knew they weren’t. I felt very high, and thought that if the acid kept rising, I would reconsider taking the MDMA since it appeared to be too much. I wasn’t having visuals though, I hardly ever do. Everything was a bit distorted, yes, but whenever some kind of visual deformation took place, I could easily re-focus myself back to “normal”. But I felt a constant rush inside me, wanting to talk and interact with my friends all the time. We were all totally engaged in conversation.
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At one point we realized that A and O were very silent, so we asked them what was going on. A said that she was feeling wonderful, that she had never felt anything like that before. An ongoing orgasm, she said. It kind of embarrassed me that we were talking and laughing very loudly at the same time as they were having this mystical experience, without even realizing it. We talked about what she was feeling and how to describe it, reminiscing my first MDMA experience in my head. She couldn’t believe people actually danced and partied with this stuff, since she felt so beautifully just laying down in blankets. I proceeded to carefully explain her that if she somehow got the strength to get up, she would keep feeling just as good. She said “Ohhh” as if she had understood, but decided to remain horizontal. I understood her. It was so cozy there, I myself was covered in a blanket, legs crossed on the floor.
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Since A and O were already so high on MDMA, P and D were getting anxious about eating our parachutes. Throughout the night, P kept asking how long it was until the alarm went off, and time appeared to go by too slow: typical LSD effects. P said that he was really looking forward to the MDMA experience, even before taking the acid. We still had about half an hour until it was time to parachute. D and P were trying to convince us that there wasn’t going to be any difference, that if we took into consideration the coming-up time, it would be about the same. But C was inflexible, and I thought that since we had already waited long enough, it wouldn’t hurt to hang on a little longer and ensure the 3 hour gap between substances that we had decided on. So we continued to chat, and laugh, and listen to music, until the moment arrived.
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We took our parachutes. I barely felt the characteristic bitter taste as the little package went down my throat. That was it. Although I hadn’t really come down at all, I went for it. It was done. We chatted for a few minutes, and I went to the bathroom to pee. As I was coming back from the bathroom, I realized something was different. I could not believe it, but I felt I was definitely coming up on the MDMA. It had barely been 10 minutes, 15 at the most. The rest of the guys also said they felt something. If the LSD had come up fast, this was practically supersonic fast. I could feel it coming up in real time. Strong, intense waves of heat invaded me, and I had to let go of the blanket and some cozy clothes. In parallel, I was feeling uneasy, with a distinct disturbance in the stomach area. I couldn’t tell if I was going to vomit or not, or if I just needed to go to the bathroom, but something was not totally right. Meanwhile, the effects were growing exponentially. I knew that in order to enjoy the experience I had to find a way to get rid of the physical discomfort. I went to the bathroom and tried to vomit once; it didn’t work. Twice, I kind of forced myself to cough and had a little gag reflex that led me spit some stuff out. I suppose it was mainly the parachute paper, and maybe some candy. I felt a bit better and went back with the rest of the crew. I could feel the MDMA working its effects very strongly on me. My pupils were already full moon-sized. The MDMA became dominant of the whole experience, at least in very intense waves of intensity. Love filled me. I sat down at D’s lap, and we kissed for a while, and talked peacefully with the rest.
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Suddenly I felt very dizzy and strongly nauseous so I ran to the bathroom, only to spit out some more, but not really vomit. However, this was the relief I was longing for. Now I was free to enjoy. Or at least try. The effect was most definitely synergic: the LSD without doubt intensified the MDMA empathogen activity: I felt just like the first time I took MDMA, something that had not happened during other rolls. On the other hand, MDMA seemed to take LSD visuals to a whole different level. As I said before, I do not usually have strong visual effects. This time it was absolutely different. I went to the bathroom and as I stared at a plastic rug on the floor, I realized that I was hallucinating 100% for the first time in my life. I saw patterns in the rug, shaped like snail shells, which had fractal and spirally motives inside. These motives twisted and swirled, rotating in plane and moving slowly upwards. The texture was like handmade carved chocolate figures. I stared at this with my eyes wide open, trying to “revert” the effect as I usually do in milder experiences. But I wasn’t able to do that. That’s what I was seeing, and I couldn’t control it. It was beautiful. Also, the bathroom walls were breathing, but really breathing: it wasn’t a “side look effect”: I saw them breathing, compressing and expanding rhythmically, emitting beautiful auras of dim pinkish hues, no matter how much I tried to get back into normal settings. I realized then, that all LSD pseudovisuals that I had had up to that point had only been weak material compared to this, the real thing. Apart from this, the whole ambient seemed to exist under a purple, furry light with green and lilac strokes. As some people previously described this interaction, indeed very candylike.
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I started talking to everyone, in turns, about their life and our relationship. I loved all these people a lot, and we caressed each other as we talked about life and some issues that we were having. I felt closer than ever before to all my dear friends. I talked to each and every one of them. I felt beautifully, except for the fact that I knew that I was higher that I had ever been before, and I had the feeling that I had to remain at least a bit concentrated in order not to lose control of the experience. I usually have trouble with letting go of control, and especially during my first time with certain substances I try to have more of an exploratory experience, trying to make sense and be completely aware of what my mind and my body are going through. Then, during the following events, I gradually let myself go a bit more each time. But this time I knew my mind was rushing, and that if I closed my eyes, I would definitely get lost in my own thoughts. I have previously had a feeling similar to this (but not as strongly) when on an Ayahuasca journey.
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Some aspects of the candyflip experience definitely reminded me of a DMT trip. As I said, I didn’t want to lose control or isolate myself, so I kind of forced myself to engage in conversation with the rest, and this made me feel very comfortable, like I was part of the group. But if I distracted my brain from real time conversations, my thoughts would drift away incredibly fast and I’d become disconnected <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">if I distracted my brain from real time conversations, my thoughts would drift away incredibly fast and I’d become disconnected</div></div>. Even as we conversated, every minute or so, one of us would be phrasing something and then instantly forget what they were trying to say. I don’t like this effect, but I guess you can’t have a nice roll without at least some uncomfortable side effect. Apart from this, everything was amazing. I still couldn’t believe the sort of visuals I was having, and the loving sensation I felt from and to everyone in the group. When the intensity gave in a little, I felt absolutely relaxed. I could literally feel my brain as if it was being massaged from the inside. My everyday worries and concerns were being diluted. My feelings of respect, love and marvel for the world and life were reset at their maximum strength.
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The only thing that bothered me was the fact that I kept going to the bathroom every few minutes. At some point, P stood up on top of a chair, and he toasted in honor of his birthday. He said he was really happy and loved us all, and then we all formed an enormous mass of hugging loving people on the floor, covered by blankets. We kept on flattering each other and reminiscing fun past times around the time when we had just met, around 7 years ago. O made purring sounds, and A said that she had just realized that cats must always feel like they’re on MDMA, and that’s why they purr. I thought that was a very nice analysis. Water and all sorts of candy were continuously being consumed. At about 5 am, we took a redose. I had totally forgotten that we were supposed to redose, I was so marveled at everything that I didn’t think it was necessary.
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In retrospect, I think that LSD intoxication makes it more difficult to identify clearly the beginning of the MDMA comedown, as opposed as when it’s taken alone. I redosed anyway, damping my finger and touching the crystals, but I tried to not take as much as the rest. The taste was as bitter as ever. We then spent some time lying in C’s bed, which was in the room with the green light. The MDMA came up in a new wave, everything was intense and beautiful. My vision became instantly saturated, I only saw in two colors, bright green and dark green. Soon my eyes became tired and I migrated to P’s bedroom, which was blue and more relaxing. A and P were already there. The duvet felt softer than heaven and I wanted to get inside the bed too. In a matter of minutes, the six of us would be hugging together in the same bed! We laughed a lot and figured that if P’s cat came on top of us, the bed would break. I felt extremely grateful for the experience and this incredible group of friends. O started snoring so we got him to sleep in the other bedroom. I suddenly realized that it was starting to dawn, and I suggested going up to the rooftop and have a joint. However, nobody felt like it, and it was really chilly so we stayed. A seemed particularly distressed at the fact that there was already going to be daylight, and said she wouldn’t go out of the room.
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Time distortion is totally different once MDMA begins to take effect: time went from moving slowly, at the beginning of the LSD trip, to passing really quickly once the roll began. It was disorienting. I think this feeling of time speeding up was even greater for A who had only MDMA, and that’s why it seemed totally unreal for her to be approaching dawn. I was looking forward to dawn, I wanted to put on nice psychedelic music, light up a joint and contemplate the sun rising through the window, wrapped in blankets in a chilly autumn morning. So, P stayed with A, and C, D and me went back to the living room, which was already fully illuminated by sunlight, around 8 am. D and I proceeded to set ourselves in front of the big window, put on some stoner rock and lit a joint. It tasted great. C laid down on the couch, and said that he couldn’t believe how it was possible for us to be smoking weed, since he felt so high, he could barely get a hold of himself. After this, he remained still and silent, observing different parts of the room making strange faces, as trying to analyze everything. He looked gone. But he seemed OK and remained like that. I stopped smoking soon because I too was drifting a lot, having much trouble maintaining a reasonable conversation. I was feeling very disoriented.
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P suddenly appeared, and sat with us. He said he had just done some ketamine. He looked really relaxed, but strange. He kept rubbing his trousers, and his eyes were merely 1 mm open. His face looked super weird to me, because of the state I was in. His cheek bones looked very sharp, even his beard was strange. I never had a doubt who he was, but I couldn’t help thinking how different he was now from the P I had first met back in 2011. He looked really calm, and after smoking a few tokes with D (I was skipping), he decided to go back to sleep.
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Then, D and I entertained ourselves by kissing for entire minutes and minutes. It was the most beautiful feeling ever, our lips so soft and tender dancing rhythmically together. Amazing! To just kiss felt unbelievably magical. I suppose we might have taken it further had we been in a more private environment. At one point we stopped, and started to talk, or tried to. I had trouble keeping up with D’s thoughts, he was rushing. But I wanted to maintain the contact, not to be overwhelmed by my own rushing thoughts. He then started describing the vivid visuals he was having as he looked through the window, although I couldn’t finish to understand him exactly. He was super excited; he really could not believe what he was seeing. Apparently, the sky, along with a tree that could be seen from where we were, formed a 2D plane on which the rest of the objects (clouds, birds, planes) were projected as they appeared. I was seeing some distortions caused by the scattering light into our dilated pupils, along with a small net that was set in front of the windows to keep mosquitoes out. It gave the visual field pixelated, and the overall effect was one of a videogame or a cinema screen. It became literally impossible to keep a single thought in mind for more than 5 seconds: at one point we decided what music to put on, and D had to walk all the way to the computer repeating out loud the name of the artist we wanted, because we were sure that otherwise, he’d forget before he got there. Eventually he dozed off, going in and out of sleep.
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I also tried to do this, but I was still overwhelmed by my thoughts. My head was starting to hurt, too, so I took 500 mg naproxen. I thought about finishing the joint to help me doze off, but I was a bit scared it would reset the trip to go higher instead of calming down. C also eventually fell asleep, finally closing his tired eyes. I simply remained still, listening to the nice music, being blinded by the bright light of the sun, and going to pee every 5 minutes. Eventually it became possible to focus on the phone’s screen, although the letters changed colors and were unusually glittery. I then proceeded to read some news stuff that my dad had sent me at 9 am (it felt really weird to be still up and going at a time when people usually get up and have breakfast), and then I submerged myself in reading <!--Erowid--> candyflip experiences. I have had a few reports published this year and I definitely wanted to describe this experience too. But I knew I’d need time to process it, so I started by reading many of them. I think that much of the stuff I described here can be found consistently in other candyflip experience reports: as I read them, it seemed to me that they all were very appropriate for describing also my own experience, finding more consistency between these stories than between LSD or MDMA reports on their own. D and I both agree that candyflip is entirely a different drug, with much potentiated effects than merely the arithmetic sum of Lucy and Molly’s effects. They act together, they prepare each other’s neuronal environments and enhance each other. LSD intensifies MDMA, and MDMA intensifies LSD, yes, but they also give birth to a whole new different psychedelic state. Eventually I started sleeping for brief periods of time, in which I let myself go with the music to the point that I would stop recognizing the very familiar tracks I put on. Then I’d want to pee, so I’d wake up again, and this would repeat itself. I was tired and could not rest properly.
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At around noon, I woke D up with the news that John García would come to play to our city, having just listened to his music as we were coming down. C and P woke as well, and eventually all of us were there. We reactivated the marihuana flow, and prepared some yerba mate along with cake that C had baked. We talked a bit about our experiences, watched some videos and laughed. We agreed that it definitely was a good call to set the MDMA timing at +3:00 relative to the LSD ingestion. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">We agreed that it definitely was a good call to set the MDMA timing at +3:00 relative to the LSD ingestion.</div></div> We were really hungry, so we ordered big burgers which were totally delicious for us. After this, I took a nap on the couch while the rest of the group played some board games. I rested a bit more. I woke up right before their game finished, and we decided to leave soon afterwards so that it wouldn’t become dark. I was really looking forward to hug my cats. The drive home was nice and peaceful, although I felt slightly off baseline, everything was more than manageable. I feel more altered when I leave for work on normal days at 6 am, feeling sleep deprived. Once we were home we spent the rest of the day relaxing, smoking joints, eating, watching TV (including a very nice documentary about Alexander Shulgin) and sleeping. We also had amazing sex. We went to bed at about 1 am, and got up the following day only at 10 am.
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We were very grateful for having settled the candyflip night to be on a Friday, because we definitely needed Sunday to fully recover. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">We were very grateful for having settled the candyflip night to be on a Friday, because we definitely needed Sunday to fully recover.</div></div> The following days were smooth and nice. I was almost recovered by Sunday afternoon, and Monday, though filled with responsibilities, was mellow and productive. The experience was absolutely positive. Neither D nor I suffered the comedown, as always. We were only a bit physically tired, but feeling totally blissful.
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Once again, I think that the key for avoiding a rough comedown is simply spending as much time as possible with your friends and loved ones right after the experience. I think I would like to repeat this experience and let myself go a little more, but only in a few months. I don’t think my body is ready for doing it again soon. I would like to investigate the combination of the same amount of LSD with even less MDMA, to try to estimate a threshold effect, in order to reduce the brain frying side effects to the minimum.<!-- End Body -->
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This trip was actually super intense for me, even more than my very first trip. The trip itself was quite hazy (probably due to the amount of different classes of drugs in my system) and what I'm gonna write here is mostly what I can recall and what my 2 best friends told me.
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The actual trip:
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I had 1 1/2 tabs of my LSD leftover from my previous trip, I split them equally into 3 so that I can trip with my 2 best friends. All 3 of us took about 110ug at the same time and waited about 30-45 mins before spitting them out. I went into the trip thinking that 110ug isnt gonna do shit to me since previously I took 440ug in one sitting and I managed to come out of it alive and sane; boy was I wrong.
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1 hour into the trip I wasnt feeling anything and I thought ok if this doesnt work in the next half hour I'm gonna take the 1 part of the XTC to intensify it. The atmosphere was somehow pretty tense so my 2 other best friends were elsewhere and in their own worlds so I was all alone in the room. 30 mins later I still wasnt feeling shit except that now my vision is somewhat vibrating but I wanted to feel more so I decided to take 1 part of the XTC pill which I previously split into 3.
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20 mins after ingesting the pill, my body felt extremely heavy while sitting down and I kept having tingling sensations from my neck all the way to my toes. I was sitting on a chair and when I got up to go to the bed to lie down, I almost fell off the chair because the moment I got up, my body suddenly went from heavy to full on weightless like I was in space with no gravity, almost like I was floating in space. I managed to get to the bed to lie down and this is where it all goes south.
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My chest started feeling fucking heavy, like I needed to take extremely big gasps of air, the tingling sensations now felt like its making my hands and feet numb and making them curl, all the while I tried to calm myself down and relax but the more I tried to fight the feelings the more my anxiety worsened <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I tried to calm myself down and relax but the more I tried to fight the feelings the more my anxiety worsened</div></div> and the last straw was when it got so bad, my brain told me if I dont do something I will die. I went to the medicine box to dig for my Lorazepam to kill the high but my vision was hazy and blur and my fingers were so curled up like a lobster claw that I couldnt even search for it properly. I freaked the fuck out and I was so convinced that without the benzos I was gonna die so I stumbled to the door to frantically call for 1 of my best friend who was surprisingly not tripping hard. I couldnt even call for her help properly cuz my speech was so slurred I thought I was gonna have a stroke or heart attack. Thankfully she heard me and she quickly placed me on the bed. Now this is where my memories became hazy and this is what she told me.
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According to her, I kept screaming and pleading for her to open my fingers and I kept saying if she doesnt help me my fingers are gonna fall off. She said I was rolling on the bed and freaking out all the while screaming that I'm gonna die and begging her to save me. I dont recall much but I remember feeling death or impending doom and something inside me kept saying to let everything go and surrender to the universe but I couldnt, I couldnt even cry. I thought that if I surrendered myself I really will die right there and then, I was like in some sort of loop. I remember begging her to end it all to end this suffering because it felt like I was in hell. She then forced 2 lorazepam pills into my mouth (at this point I didnt know wtf it was as I was already gone mentally and my mind just told me its some magical pills) and she told me that everything is fine and that its all in my head. I remember hugging her and she told me to let it all out but I still couldnt, I still was freaking out and trying to cry at the same time.
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She then told me shes going out to find my male best friend because I was beginning to turn hysterical and I kept shouting and begging her to not leave me alone or I will die. At this point I couldnt open my eyes no matter how hard I tried to, in the darkness I kept seeing streaks of light and some minor geometrical shapes. I felt like I was not in control of my body and no matter how hard I tried to open my eyes and fingers and relax, I couldnt, like something or someone was controlling them. Next thing I know, my hands were in a bucket of ice and my fingers were beginning to open slightly again and I could open my eyes. Apparently, my male best friend came in with a bucket of ice and dunked my hands inside to give me a sense of reality. The coldness suddenly woke me up and I slowly began to come back to reality, tho I still felt very dazed and confused. My hands still felt stiff so I asked him to massage my hands while my other best friend went to the kitchen to get an orange<!-- (apparently the acidity in oranges will kill acid trips faster)-->. I calmed down a bit after ravaging the orange like some kind of maniac, it was as tho the orange was my life saver, according to them I literally devoured the whole orange WITH the skin like some deranged person, but yes at that time I really felt if I dont eat the orange whole I will die, looking back its actually quite funny.
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After about an hour, my body began to feel normal again so I decided to take the rest of the XTC, which looking back I felt like I wasted it since I didnt realised I was given benzos during my crazy intense trip 2 hours ago until they told me after the whole trip ended and benzos are literally trip killers. However, I still felt the warmth and empathy XTC gives but I wasnt feeling the party high it usually gives. The come down was absolutely clean, the cleanest out of all the street XTC pills I have taken over years, I didnt even realise I was coming down except that I felt extremely worn out when I got home, I just knocked out peacefully on my bed.
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The next day I asked my 2 best friends what happened to me during the trip and they both told me I almost had a full blown ego death without me realising it while describing what I was doing. My male best friend who is a much more experienced acid user than me told me that the reason why I couldnt open my fingers and feet or cry was because my soul wanted to let go and surrender to the universe but my mind and body was fighting it therefore instead of crying and letting everything go, the negative energies in my body decide to attack my hands and feet which made me so sure that I'm gonna die, he said if I just cried and let go, I wouldve experienced a full blown ego death. He told me I did somehow experience partial ego death because I told him I felt I was gonna die but I was just too scared to let go.
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This experience may seem like its negative but on the contrary its actually a very enlightening experience even tho it scared the living shit out of me, sort of like a spiritual awakening. I am now more in tuned with my mind and intuition and I feel even more connected to the universe than before (I was born a Catholic but lost my faith a few years ago and I stopped believing in a higher power, be it God or the universe, tho now I align more with spirituality than religion). This trip made me look at the world in a more spiritual way and made me realise that I have alot of pent up emotions and hurt from my past and I need to let all of them go before I can attain full unity and be one with myself and the world.
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LSD hit me when I least expected it. I went into the trip thinking it wont do shit to me but it changed me and I came out of it more spiritually aware, not before scaring the living hell out of me and making me think I really was dying. <!--Never underestimate Lucy, even if you think the dose is low, because she will slap you the fuck awake and force you to see a part of yourself that you refuse ;)--><!-- End Body -->
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It was eight months ago. I had bought a hit of acid a few days earlier and arranged for two of my friends to help me with this experiment.
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I put the blotter of LSD on my tongue and let it dissolve while I waited for my friends to come pick me up. We drove around for a while, and after an hour and a half I began to get worried that it was not real acid, or perhaps I was somehow immune to its effects (hah).
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I was completely fine until six o’clock, when I started to feel it coming on. I felt dizzy, disoriented, and confused. Colors were wrong, somehow. Another hour passed and I was very, very deep into my trip. Objects were so disoriented and light was everywhere. Everything seemed to be covered with a beautiful flowery, paisley print. When the car was stopped, I became panicked because I felt s though it was floating away, like a boat. I urged the driver to put the emergency brake on, or we would float down the street and into traffic. I put my seat belt on and held on to the sides of the car. After this fear passed, it was time to go back to my house. My friends and I sat in my room for a while. I was rather dazed and I could feel I was on the brink of a bad trip. Objects in my room were so strange and unfamiliar.
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This fear was assuaged when a friend put on Pink Floyd’s “The Wall”. We turned off the lights and lay down on the floor, and I instantly forgot my friends were with me. I was thrown into a world only Roger Waters and I understood. The entire cd is made up of a few songs, some weird sounds, and strange, hysterical voices. I felt that if I turned the cd off, I would die. I was terrified of the strange sounds, but Roger Water’s voice seemed to speak to me. I felt like he was guiding me through my trip. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I felt like he was guiding me through my trip.</div></div> It’s like he was saying, “Yes, I know these noises and voices are terrifying, but don’t worry, I would never let anything bad happen to you. Just stick with me, Anne”. When the cd was over and the lights were turned back on, I was shocked to discover my friends were in the room. They gave me warm smiles and hugs, and told me I was doing great. I became to happy, and a single thought kept echoing over and over again in my head: You have to take care of them. I wanted to make sure they were safe and happy, and I made them swear they would wear their seat belts on the way home. I told them that my purpose in life was to take care of them and make sure they were safe and comfortable and happy with their lives.
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I fell asleep soon after they left, and when I awoke in the morning, I felt very tired but satisfied. I was happy, and felt enlightened. I went through the rest of the week with a calm peacefulness.
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Acid was definitely an interesting experience, one I would definitely repeat. I would never embark on an LSD trip alone, however. If my friends had not been there, I might have had a terrible experience.<!-- End Body -->
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I’m an artistic person, and this past Friday was my Senior Art Show, which had about 12 of my pieces in it. The major question in everyone’s head was “Were you tripping while making these?” The answer was no, sadly. The only drug I had ever done was cannabis (not counting alcohol), and for the longest time, I wanted to try a “real” hallucinogen, such as shrooms or cid. That night I finally tried cid, and I can honestly say it was the best night of my life.
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11:37 P.M –
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Me and 3 other girls dropped cid in my friend’s kitchen (I had 1 hit, the rest had 2) and the nervousness began to climb. My heart was beating like a straight-up bongo, and I got that anxious feeling like you get when you’re waiting in line for a rollercoaster. After 10 minutes, we decide to go out on the patio to smoke a huge blunt my friend was wrapping. Before I dropped acid, I told myself I wasn’t going to smoke weed, since it would increase the paranoia, but I’m glad I smoked, because it relaxed my nerves and made me feel really chill.
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12:00 A.M –
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I start feeling another high, similar to the weed high, yet different and more magical. Of course, I knew this was the LSD starting to kick in, and I just sat back in the patio chair and relaxed. My emotions felt so smooth, and my happiness was escalating. I also told myself not to worry, since one other girl was a first-timer as well, and the rest were experienced trippers.
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As the minutes progressed, I felt a sense of distortion, and I could definitely tell that objects were starting to feel different. We all started talking, making jokes, laughing at silly things, when suddenly it looked like the world was just cleaned with Windex. Everything became vivid and clear! Either that or it looked like a Claritin commercial, where it just changed from fuzzy to clear. The fuzziness-to-clear experiences came in waves, like it would look clear for about 15 seconds, then it would just go back to normal. Also, everything had a little twinkle to it, like the reflection of the pool, and the streetlight. After about 30 minutes, we decide to go back into the house.
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12:30 A.M –
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I was the last one to go into the kitchen, and that’s when I reallyyy started to feel the LSD come on. It was pitch black in there, and I started seeing patterns of circles within the darkness. The feeling of being alone started to get me frightened, so I quickly hurried into the living room with all of the other girls. Me being the artistic person that I am, I wanted to start drawing. I started feeling restless, and I couldn’t stop pacing around the house. I just wanted to find a damn piece of paper and a marker! <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I just wanted to find a damn piece of paper and a marker!</div></div> After about 10 minutes, with paper and markers in all of our possession, and Wall-E being halfway over on the big screen, we sat down and started drawing.
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12:55 A.M –
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I could feel myself coming up, like I was in a rocket ship hurtling towards the peak. The things I was drawing were so odd and bizarre! They were either amorphous shapes or odd pictures in general. My friend pointed out that I subconsciously drew out the Japanese tsunami (which happened about a week ago) and then everything started making sense. My drawings were starting to freak me out, and my friends freaking out started making me freak out. I knew that this was a bad sign, so I stopped myself, told myself that I needed to take everything that was going to happen on this trip, whether bad or good, and turn it into positivity. I started taking all of my negative drawings, and turning them into ones that made me happy. This made the come-up sooooo much more enjoyable, and before I knew it, I made all these wonderful, trippy ass drawings on this sheet of paper. I finally looked up, and that’s when I noticed I was tripping. Everything that was normally still in real-life was mobile. I held out my hands and looked at them, and they looked like little aliens, with moving fingers. My heart felt like it was on the “Happy Cloud of the Eternal Sky.” Makes no sense, but at that time it did. I looked at my friend to the right of me, and her pupils were solid black, and that made me notice the blacks in my vision. They felt blacker than black. I took this as a positive thing, so I wrote it down on my paper.
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1:07 A.M –
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We turned our attention to Wall-E, and all I have to say is woah. Watching Wall-E sober and watching Wall-E tripping are 2 TOTALLY different things. It felt like a legit 3-D movie that we were all taking part in, and I could feel the wind rushing out of the tv , and into me. I noticed kaleidoscopic scenes and constants that I normally wouldn’t have noticed. Everything looked so clear and breath-taking! At that point, the world was like cleaned with Windex times 50. The ending was the best part, since the transitions and 3-D effects were at its strongest. Every now and then I would close my eyes, and feel like I would get lost into the images in my brain. I would see rainbows everywhere, and lucid shapes. I could only keep them closed for a certain amount of time, because the images would only get stronger and more dimensional. They were SO much more lucid and different than closed-eye visuals on cannabis.
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1:32 A.M –
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We decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood, so we got up and left the house. This is the part where I peaked because EVERYTHING felt as if I were in Super Mario World. The sidewalk was amazing to just walk on! I would jump from square to square feeling invincible. I started to feel a deep bond between me and the other girls, like we were different spirits of the Earth. I could start to see things moving out of the peripherals of my vision, and I just accepted them. Each tree felt like an individual, taking their part in the universe. We started interacting with one of the humongous trees in the neighborhood; talking to it, picking flowers from it, and of course, hugging it. The petals started blossoming before my eyes, as if they were stretching towards the sky! At one point, we came across a lawn full of dew, and I thought the lawn was full of constellations straight from the night sky. Another girl said it felt like a reflection, but it DEFINITELY felt more real than “just a reflection.” We continued walking, and everything started to transform into a magical version of Oh the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss. I never wanted it to end, and at some points, it DID feel like it was never going to end. We finally got back at her house, and I already was in a rush of giggles.
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2:56 A.M –
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After enjoying the visuals around my friend’s house, we decide it would be even better to go on a drive around the town. I know this sounds crazy, but at the time, we kinda just went along with the flow (one of the girls had previously driven on LSD about 5 times, so I didn’t worry much). We smoked another bowl, and I drank a cup full of fruit juice so we could trip even harder.
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3:02 A.M –
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This is where things were starting to get a little crazy. The lights gleamed like they were sent from outer space, and the lights on the road started to turn into different alien shapes. I was having the time of my life in the backseat, with my whole head outside the window. We were driving over overpasses that felt like a Buzz Lightyear themed ride mixed in with some odd passageway that lead to the sky. The town around us looked incredibly vivid, and each light (car light, streetlight, traffic light) looked like UFO’s. I accepted this, and continued to enjoy myself.
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3:07 A.M –
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After about 20 minutes, I looked back at the clock. 3:07. Now in my mind I’m going “Wtf, we’ve been driving around town for about half an hour.” I started to feel panicky and a little dizzy. It felt like there wasn’t an ending point to where we were driving, so I asked if we could stop somewhere. They just told me I was freaking out, and to calm down. I tried to keep myself together, but that’s when I started to see the “hallucinations.” I looked out my window, and if I looked at anything for more than 2 seconds, it would start to move. Expand, contract, breathe. Those were the different moving patterns that everything had, and I started feeling extremely disoriented and nauseous. 3:10. The clock would just not move fast at all! I made them start telling funny stories, so I could get my mind off of things, and it worked. My mood started to lift, and I accepted everything that was “moving.” The music that was playing at the time I was freaking out was extremely trippy (some odd acid music with a lot of bass), and that was probably why my mind wandered over to seeing only bad things. We drove up to a red light near my friend’s house, and I could have sworn, that Mario and Donkey Kong were waiting up at the light as well. Everything started to feel as if we were in Mario Kart, and that kind of made me sad that the drive was about to end, but we needed a change of environment. I wasn’t the only one in the car having freak-outs it seemed, so we finally ended up back at the house.
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3:58 A.M –
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We smoked a nice blunt, and decided to relax back on the couch and put on Lilo &amp; Stitch. Watching this tripping balls made me realize that the background was done in watercolor. Knowing this fact pleased me to the point I felt like the happiest person on Earth, and I enjoyed the visuals tremendously. The “acid world” I was in felt like home, and I never wanted to come down. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The “acid world” I was in felt like home, and I never wanted to come down.</div></div>
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4:23 A.M –
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Yet again, we smoked, but out of a huge bong that my friend had, and it made everyone mellow, and full of that “good” feeling. She took out her bunny, and the bunny’s touch felt so amazing. I didn’t want the bunny to go away, and it was also extremelyyy cute. We all knew the trip was beginning to end, and it kind of made us feel like we were starting to lose that bond, so we went back into the living room and put on Inception. We also started eating chocolate, and pieces of Special K cereal (which tasted phenomenal). I always thought you couldn’t eat on acid, and that the food would taste odd and metallic, but actually, combined with the cannabis, the food tasted gourmet. I drank another cup of fruit juice and fell asleep on the couch.
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7:08 A.M. –
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I woke up, and all I could think about was whether I was right-side up, and where the gravity in this room was. Woah, was I disoriented. It felt like I had trippy dreams as well (I probably did), and I wondered who else was watching me. Turns out everyone else fell asleep, and only 1 other girl was awake. We went outside to watch the sun rise, and to smoke a bowl. We talked about the bond we had all felt last night, and we undoubtedly felt closer. When we went back inside, we both started tripping again (mainly due to the cannabis) and we started walking around inside and outside the house, enjoying the day trip. We both felt one with the sun, and rainbows were appearing everywhere. The crispness came again, and we settled down to watch Inception. <!-- You think that movie was a mindfuck, just wait until you watch it tripping balls.--> It made so much sense, that it felt like it made too much sense. Throughout the day we alternated from smoking, tripping, and sleeping, and it was the best “wake-n-trip” I would probably ever have. We weren’t tripping like on the level we were on that night, but still tripping nonetheless. We all ended up going home that afternoon, and each of us took our own, personal experiences as part of a new journey. We all wanted to trip again sometime, so most likely we will. The bond I got with other people, feels like something straight out of Avatar.
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I’m extremely glad that I took the chance and tried LSD, because it was a positive, life-changing experience. I will never look at anything the same way again. My outlook on life is so accepting and grateful, now that I’ve seen the world clearer than I have ever seen it in my whole entire life. The next time I trip, I’m definitely taking 2. I think that’s an adventure in itself.<!-- ;) I hope this experience helps all of the first time (and even ongoing) trippers to look at your trip in only a positive way, and that you have the power to make everything alright. Just go with the flow, and happy tripping!--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 90221</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 17</td><td> </td></tr>
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2*125ug tabs
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Me and my sober trip sitter friend had planned this trip for quite a while. My mindset was in a good place and I was doing it in my trip sitters room. We ended up doing it one day earlier than planned.
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7:00 We wake up, relax, do some pre trip preparations like getting water and some food up to the room. We opened the curtains so I could see the trees and clouds outside easily and got the headphones with the music prepared. I listened to a playlist on spotify called psilocybin for depression, which was made for trips like these. We also drew up the time graph so I could easily see how high I was.
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8:00 I ingested the tabs. I put them under my tongue for 15 minutes and then swallowed them with some water. The first effects started to come about 15 minutes after I swallowed the tabs when I started to see faces on stuff that I looked at and everything had a slight hazy purplish contrast. Time was already moving incredibly slowly. Everything just seemed super comical and it was very easy to laugh. Then I looked up at the ceiling and it seemed to be warping a lot. My friend told me to relax and just go with it, so I did.
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Some time around 9:00 I had my first real kinda vision. There was a lot of green light, knives and razor blades constantly chopping at my throat. I reached out for my friend and he grabbed my hand and everything seemed to go a bit better. But the knives and razor blades never stopped. When the song I was listening to ended (can’t remember which song it was), it felt as if I had needles running through my veins on my jaws <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">it felt as if I had needles running through my veins on my jaws</div></div>, and when I looked down at my arms and legs they were literally withering away in front of me, like I was getting old. It looked like I had some big mark branded in on my left arm but I was never able to see what it was. My friend helped me over to the chair at the window and I looked up at the clouds. They were rapidly morphing, but I could clearly see a dragon holding some kind of symbol in its teeth but I couldn't make out what the sign looked like. I looked down at the table and saw a Rubik's cube. At this point it felt as if my whole life was that Rubik's cube, and I needed to solve it. Every algorithm hurt like knives and needles on my throat, but when I was done, nothing happened. I seemed to see faces inside the cube itself, but I didn’t know who’s face it was, or if it even was a face.
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10:00 It felt as if I had been through an eternity, if not several eternities. I had more visions, but I do not recall exactly what happened in them, just that there were a lot of knives and needles and razor blades. At one point there were a lot of razor blades chopping down at a tube that I took to be my throat. A voice said “just go with it” and everything that existed got sucked into a kind of black hole and I woke up. My friend next to me was bubbling and transforming into a lot of things, but I remember clearly holding his hand as he turned into the devil himself. I squeezed his hand to try and get the devil out of him, I squeezed as hard as I could, but in the end I gave up and fell down again. It felt like the whole room was melting, and I saw as plastic started to melt and drops of plastic started to fall off a box in the room. Then I lay down and let everything embrace me again.
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11:00 or 12:00, I don’t remember exactly, is when the spiders and snakes started to come into play. My skin was crawling with tiny spiders that bit open my skin, crawled out, and made a new skin for me and crawled inside again. At this point according to my friend I was vigorously shaking and looking terrified. I was terrified, but I had no idea I was shaking. I was in this state for about 30 minutes. My friend fell asleep for a bit, and afterwards he was still holding my hand as I was shaking. At one point I asked for a break and paused the music as I needed to go to the toilet. I had an intense fear for a little while that something was in the bathtub, and when I looked in the mirror and I could see inside myself as I melted away.
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On the comedown at maybe 13:00 or so we had to go over to my house to take my dogs for a walk. We walked downstairs but it was hard as the very ground was shaking vigorously, like it was breathing heavily. Well outside the shaking and such seemed to calm down. I took my electric scooter and my friend walked and we went slowly towards my house. To start with I had this horror type contrast, and a crippling fear that someone was behind us, but once we walked onto a path that goes through the trees that fear dissapeared. Now I was communicating with the trees along the path. They all had something to say, some were old, some young, some had scars on them and they all had many faces. Some were happy to see me, some wanted me to go away. Some just wanted to leave themselves but they were stuck in a bad area. Some were dead and very quiet, some were unwilling to speak but I could sense what they felt. The trees seemed very interested in me and I was interested in them, but I did not ask them any questions. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The trees seemed very interested in me and I was interested in them, but I did not ask them any questions.</div></div> At one point I was inside a root that was close to the path, but when I tried to get out of it, I couldn’t. During the whole walk, I felt as if I was some super intelligent being, and my friend was just a mere mortal who had no power whatsoever.
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When we arrived home to me, we quickly realized that we didn’t have a key to get into the house. I went around the back to see if a door was open, and around the back everything seemed dead and decayed. Flies everywhere and dog shit lying all over the gravel. There was no way in, and I could sense that my dogs were close to me. So we decided that we would walk back, along the same path so I could talk to the trees again. But on the way back the trees weren’t as talkative, and I realized that I was kinda having intense visions of knives and needles as I was walking. I was vaping as well on the way and I could see faces in the vapor, but they dissapeared so quickly that I couldn’t examine them.
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We found a comfortable looking bench and we sat down, and my friend asked me what I felt about eating meat. I said that I didn’t know. He then said what about the animals, and I felt every insect, every plant and tree, everything was alive, and I almost started crying and answered I don’t know again. Off in the distance, the clouds looked like the clouds from the intro in the Simpsons and this made me feel slightly happier. We continued walking and we came to a playground, and we sat on the swings and I closed my eyes. More knives, needles, spiders and snakes, everywhere, everything. I put on the same playlist with my headphones and we started to walk. It felt as if I was being told to go somewhere. There were signs on the road and in the grass that led me to a specific place, but right before I got to it, my friend told me to follow him and go a different way. I still had knives and needles on my throat as we walked. We came to a small playground and we sat on one of those double spring swings and I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t really get into it. I got a glimpse but I felt like I needed a more relaxed area. So I told my friend that I wanted to lie down and he showed me some areas where we could go but I felt as if they were to open, and people would see us. I took him to a bird nest swing that was close by and I lay down with my music next to him and closed my eyes. So many needles, knives, spiders, snakes, spiders turning into razor blades and cutting me open and I couldn’t do anything about it. The tree in front of the swing was communicating with me throughout but I didn’t understand it, and the clouds were shaping Egyptian type figures.
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When I woke up again I felt as if I had been there for about 2 minutes or so, but I had been shaking for almost 30 minutes. After this we went shopping for food cause we were super hungry. We ended up buying a big sausage and 2 energy drinks. We went and sat on a bench close by and started drinking the energy drinks. I had an urge to talk to somebody else that wasn’t my friend so we texted another friend and it was relatively pleasant, however the energy drink going down my throat felt like needles so it kinda ruined it.
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We continued walking home towards my friends house and everything was slightly brighter now. When we walked in, we went up to his room as to not disturb his family who were downstairs. We watched kung fu panda and I was continuing to have mad CEVs while watching it. It must’ve been about 15:00 at this point and the needles were not going away. After a little while we went downstairs and started playing smash on his Nintendo switch. I got mauled twice in a row, and I felt as if he could predict every single one of my moves which was very strange. After 2 games we watched an episode of family guy, but it just made me feel super uncomfortable, to the point where the cushion I was leaning against felt like needles to my head. We ate some noodles and watched Arrested Development instead which was way better. After probably an hour of watching, my friend started making dinner for me and his family. He was using the sausage we had bought and it made me feel great that we could finally eat it. After dinner I sat down on the sofa again and played on my phone, while still having needles on my head from the pillow.
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At maybe 19:00 or somewhere around that I had to go home again, but I was still knee deep in the experience. I scootered and my friend cycled home with me. The ground was still shifting so it was still kinda hard to travel straight. When I got home my friend left to go home and I was alone with my unknowing family. I said hi to my family and then I went downstairs to my room to try and relax, but it did not even slightly work. I went outside for a walk to communicate with the trees again and it was pretty relaxing just to walk around the bushes. When I got back inside there was still no way for me to calm down, so I had to go outside again. This time I took my dog with me and I went over to a big rock in the middle of an open field next to a relatively friendly tree. I sat there next to my dog and closed my eyes but I couldn’t relax. Some guys were smoking weed about 20 meters away from me so that didn’t help me whatsoever. I walked back home with my dog with a slightly scared feeling.
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When I got home at about 23:00 (T+15h) I laid down on my bed and turned on the music and ended up having another 4 rounds of visions with a lot of knives and needles but no spiders this time. There was a tree that tried to help get rid of the knives and needles but it couldn’t help me, so in the end I couldn’t get rid of them. After those 4 rounds I couldn’t stand it anymore so I watched about 4 episodes of Arrested Development and then I fell asleep, even though my pillow felt like needles.
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The next morning I felt pretty positive but I couldn’t figure out if it was a good or bad trip. Thinking over it now a little later it probably was a bad trip. Shaking, being constantly terrified, needles and knives and spiders and snakes, and no resolution. I’m not entirely sure what I should do now, but I guess I'll find out in due time.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 16</td><td> </td></tr>
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This was the month of November of 2018. I had a friend with whom I usually dropped acid the entire summer of that year. By September our relationship was becoming a bit patchy and by October it was not a lot immersive as it used to be. In November we met and she expressed her wish to drop some acid to cherish the last days of fall with me. That night I sent her a stern text saying that I do not want to trip out with her as I want to trip with someone more spiritually intimate. She calls and starts shouting at me and we meet that night and she convinces me to a trip outside Montreal<!-- to place called Magog-->. I arrange the trip and we agree to a date.
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The day of the trip begins with missing the first bus to <!-- Magog-->our destination. We took the second bus and head off. When we reach there at around 2 pm we decide to drop 100 µg of tab each. In less than an hour she begins to feel the effects but I am not tripping. She says the clouds were frame-dragging and I wasn’t able to notice it. I wait the next 15 minutes and during that she goes to a nearby public toilet when I decide to take a second tab of another 100 µg tab. We started walking after that and she is unaware that I have now a total of 200 µg in my system. In the next half an hour/ or forty minute that follows I start tripping.
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Of all the trips I had so far I have come to notice a few quirks and features surrounding me. I have observed that I start to understand that I am tripping when suddenly my teeth and gum become extremely sensitive. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I have observed that I start to understand that I am tripping when suddenly my teeth and gum become extremely sensitive.</div></div> When I breathe in the air makes my teeth shiver and my gums experience a tingling sensation. This phenomenon I have come to associate with death. Why you may ask? Just weeks prior my beloved grandmother’s death in 2012, I saw a dream in which I saw that all of my teeth were falling into the sink and I can’t stop it from happening. My gums felt exactly that sensation in the dream. In 2012 I had no experience doing LSD or any other kind of psychedelics except for smoking up weed.
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In the next two hours I am tripping and she is out of this world. She started feeling queasy and she asks me how soon can we leave the place for Montreal. She started to feel that we will never make it into the city. I had the bad idea of walking towards the bus depot but we were tripped out so much that cars in the highway were scaring her even though we were on the side of the road. We make a pitstop near a gas station there we call a taxi. While waiting for the taxi, I speak about another quirk of me tripping. This I call the “Second Stage” where I start seeing these silver membrane(?)-like intelligent entities appearing in the periphery of my vision while I have my eyes open. I call them intelligent because I see them to be playing with my attention. Taxi arrives and in the next 10minutes we are in the bus depot. She felt safe and in the half an hour we were off to the city.
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Inside the bus we were laughing and giggling unstoppably and this is now 7 pm. I see we are getting into the city when she tells me that her hands are still cold and she can’t get them to warm up. I see her hands and they were red and I got scared and quickly took her hands in my hands with the intention to warm them up. In the the next few minutes I pass out holding her hands. While passing out I feel some unusual amount of heat flowing out through my hands into her skin.
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Now that I am passed out, I vividly start hallucinating with lots of closed-eye visuals until everything becomes clear, there is a black background and and a high frequency sound starts to appear. I hear it and it felt like it was a sharp knife cutting through my head. By this time I start sweating profusely and start shaking as well (this was what she told me). While all this is happening I start seeing this ball of energy that looked like plasma (?) or ball-lightning comes out through my chest and immediately after I see two golden colored snakes burst through my chest and start spiraling and coiling around this ball-lightning. While they were spiraling I see they were radiating different colored lights and they went ever so high while coiling around. Just after the snakes stop spiraling and coiling around the ball of energy, I see a small entity that was purple-red in color and looked like it’s a small demon with horns, a pointed tail and a rust colored “staff" on its right hand. It quickly climbed up the snakes and goes on top of their head and it looks down at me and gives a wicked grin. I wake up with sweaty hands and head and I see her opening eyes as well.
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I see the bus closing in to the Montreal bus station and I asked her whether she see what I saw and she replied that she wants to talk about it when we get down from the bus. After we get down with our bags and stuff we stared at each other and started crying and I shouted at her “Did you see that?!”. She said yes. I asked “Did you see what I just saw?!” And her answer was yes. She went into the washroom of the station for a quick refresh while I was with the bags only to return and say that something was dressing her up and playing with her hair in the washroom while she was washing her face. She felt it viscerally and she hated it but she understood that it didn’t mean her harm. I was totally dumbfounded by the experience.
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We took the metro and in there some weird stuff was happening with me which I can’t write here as it needs a lot of background story but I was seeing a lot of the part of reality as frames presented to me to perform certain actions. I strongly had the feeling that this was the work of the devil and sensed eerily felt that there was lot of magic involved in my experience. After we get down the metro she starts saying something was touching her before she got down and she felt nasty the way that thing was touching her in the train. She was constantly pointing to someone and it wasn’t there. We go to each of our homes respectively and don’t talk for two or three hours until at 2 am she texts me saying she’s still hearing voices talking to her and she can’t control them. One spoke in Persian and was laughing and another in English. She was freaking out. I was in my room, it was dark and was trying to sleep but I couldn’t because something kept squishing the water bottle that was in the room.
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I was born a Muslim but I am not practicing Islam. The mythologies/folklore surrounding Islam talk about entities called jinns (genies) and angels and how they can appear to someone in altered states of consciousness which is what I saw. After the trip I came to understand that there is magic, there is evil, there is a God and yes there is an entire reality with other beings different from ours hidden in plain sight.<!-- End Body -->
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This is the story of my second experience with acid. I had previously done shrooms a few times before, and had also done acid for the first time a few weeks earlier, so I was fully confident that I was going to have a good trip. But what started off as an awesome day in a great setting quickly progressed to an all day long painful stupor.
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My boyfriend and I decided to be at his place for the day, so we could walk around his quiet, pretty neighborhood if we ever felt like going outside. After we took the acid at about 11 am (2 hits each), we each smoked a bowl of some blueberry kush in the hope that it would calm any potential anxiety during the trip.
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By about 12 noon, I felt a headache coming on <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">By about 12 noon, I felt a headache coming on</div></div>, and a little bit of tension in my torso. I drank some water and walked around a bit to shake it off, and it helped temporarily. Within the next half hour, I was beginning to see things warp, and I was in a very good mood and excited about the day.
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Around 1pm is when the waves started hitting me, and things began going downhill. With each wave, I could feel my blood pressure going up, tension building throughout my body, my body temperature rising, and my headache getting worse. The waves themselves were making me slightly delirious, just enough to make it difficult to vocalize what I was feeling. In between the waves, I was able to communicate fairly normally, except for the fact that I wasn't speaking so much as groaning from the pain.
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I was honestly expecting the pain and everything to subside after a while, but it only continued to get worse throughout the day. I managed to stay in a positive mood until about 5pm, at which point my body felt like it was being slowly crushed from all angles. I wasn't feeling any claustrophobia, but my muscles were cramping to the point of barely being able to move them. I was feverish and sweaty, and the veins in my arms and legs were popping out, which rarely even happens when I exercise. Around that time I had a bit of a breakdown and almost started to panic, but my boyfriend calmed me down before it got even worse. I was exhausted, yet too high-strung to sleep, or even feel very restful lying in bed.
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Having a decent amount of knowledge about the human body, I knew in the back of my mind that it would be bad if I couldn't think of anything to lessen the stress on my body sometime soon. My boyfriend offered to go to the store to pick up some advil, but I felt like it would be bad for him to go alone, and I wasn't up for walking with him. We decided that ice would have to do do cool me down and calm down my heart, and it was a GREAT idea.
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I put an ice pack underneath my armpit, and immediately started to feel a little better. I could feel my blood pressure and my heart rate both go down, which was a huge relief. The ice also stopped the pain in my body from getting any worse from that point on.
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Once some of the discomfort went away, I fell asleep for about half an hour. This was some time around 6pm. Upon awakening, I still wasn't feeling up for doing much more than lying in bed, but I felt much more confident that I could handle the situation. I was still in a fair amount of pain for the rest of the night, and I had to keep the ice under my armpit the ENTIRE time, or else everything would start to escalate again. A few more very intense waves continued to hit me every 40 minutes or so, but I was prepared for them and managed to make it through without any terrible surprises.
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The trip seemed to subside fairly quickly around 12 midnight. By 1:30 am, it felt like it had worn off almost entirely. I could tell that my body was regulating itself much better. My veins were no longer popping out, the ice started to make me feel cold instead of better, so I threw it aside, and my headache had started to fade. I vaguely remember lying next to my boyfriend and actually feeling the tension leave my body. He said, 'It's over, isn't it?' as if he could feel me relax. I just nodded, and said, 'Yes, thank god,' and fell asleep. I was out cold until mid-morning.
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The next day, I felt far better than I had expected to, but I was still sore all over and somewhat weak. I had a mild headache for a few hours, and I was tired for a few days afterward, but I managed to recover fully within a week.
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Throughout the trip, I had been drinking LOTS of water, which seemed to help when I was feeling extra tense. I also did my best to continue to eat throughout the day, even though I was having a hard time chewing with the tension in my jaw. Without sustenance, I think the entire day would have been FAR worse, so I am very glad that I was in a good enough mental state to take care of myself, despite nothing going as planned. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was in a good enough mental state to take care of myself, despite nothing going as planned.</div></div>
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The funny thing about this experience is that my boyfriend had no issues whatsoever. He was having a great time the entire day, with absolutely no discomfort. I hadn't been aware of any visuals because of my situation, but my boyfriend told me that everything he was seeing was beautiful and colorful and enjoyable.
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I guess this just goes to show that really ANYTHING can happen, and different people can have entirely different reactions to the same batch. <!-- I highly recommend being prepared in every way possible - Make sure the setting is good, with people you trust to take care of you and nothing creepy or weird in the area. Have some advil handy, remember to drink and eat even if you don't feel like it (besides, food and water couldn't really hurt, right?), and most importantly, be MENTALLY prepared to handle a bad trip. I would also recommend becoming very aware of your body and mind-state before dropping acid. It could be the difference between a terrible trip, and a bearable trip.--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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I would describe myself as a very analytical and scientific person, I never believed in any kind of religion or "supernatural" things, however, just 0.5mgs of this crazy ergoline compound managed to make me question all of this, at least for a few hours.
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At this time I hadn't taken LSD in quite a while, I had six tabs wrapped up in aluminium foil lying on my desk for a few weeks waiting for a good time to take some of them.
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One Saturday evening I decided to just stay up for this night to take the LSD, so I took 300ugs at about 8:30pm, I was a little bit nervous so I decided to take a shower during the come up to calm down a bit. Fast forward about 90 minutes later I still felt barely anything. Since it was summer I started to worry that the LSD might have degraded in the warm climate. I decided to take another 50ugs and over the next half hour I started to feel quite a bit more, but I still decided to take another 50ugs.
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About an hour later I knew.....the LSD hadn't degraded a bit. At this point, about 11pm I was REALLY enjoying it, I was just watching a music video and it felt like as if I actually was at the concert. I would get completely immersed in the music video to the point where I would forget that I was actually a person sitting in front of a computer screen. I occasionally had to look around me to make sure I was still in my room. This was also the first time where I got really noticable visuals. As I was watching the singer in the video I saw patterns of thin blue lines coming off from her hair and spinning in a circle. I also saw waves going all over my screen matching the sounds of the music.
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However, I think the far more interesting thing were the mental effects, like how the things on my screen would kinda seem to melt together with reality. I would look at the suggested video bar and it would feel like as if it was going outside of the screen expanding besides me to the floor. I didn't actually see that, it was more like that the environment in my head melted together with my real environment.
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And the environments I would create in my head were extremely vivid <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">the environments I would create in my head were extremely vivid</div></div>, for instance at one point I would think about other drugs I wanna try in the future, and I would create a super vivid environment in my head where I was walking under a huge old bridge made out of red bricks where I would buy these drugs from dealers, and later in the trip when I would think back to that it would feel like as if I was really there.
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At around 3am I thought the effects were wearing off, but I didn't want it to end yet, so I made the mistake of taking a final 100ugs. Within the next 30 minutes it started to go really crazy. The letters on my screen would start morphing into japanese and chinese letters, it was impossible to read anything. I had YouTube turned into the dark mode, so the letters would just start to glow like crazy. It looked like as if they were holes in the screen and behind it there was a nuclear bomb going off. Suddenly I would see a spot glowing on the side bar, when I turned away and then looked at my screen again I was shocked that it wasn't going away. At this point the experience started to go in a not so nice direction. Suddenly it looked like my dark room was filling with white fog which would quickly turn into a pattern over the walls of my room.
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It would start from the glowing spot on my screen which would make paths connecting to other dots all over my walls. It looked like neurons in the brain, I was so shocked thinking that I was just looking at the inside of my mind. And even when I would leave my room and come back, the pattern would still look exactly the same, I really couldn't believe it and with extreme difficulty I would mark a few points on the walls with a pencil. It was extremely difficult because I wasn't capable of doing a simple normal task, talk or even think a straight thought at this point, I became really scared and locked myself in the bathroom blocking any tiny light source with towels so I won't see any more patterns.
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I sit in the shower trying to not go totally insane and focus on my breathing, my thoughts were somewhat like that:
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"Okay.....breath in.....breath out...breath....oh god....I feel.......mentally insan.....STOP, breath in, breath out, if I get through this....wait.....I never well.....be normal.....BREATH IN, BREATH OUT"
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It was like the hardest meditation training ever, every time my thoughts would wander I felt like I was being electrocuted, it would feel like the LSD god would shoot electric jolts through my entire body punishing me for thinking something wrong.
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I was thinking about waking someone up, but I would be scared this would bring me into a mental institution. I started to have all kinds of paranoid thoughts <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I started to have all kinds of paranoid thoughts</div></div>, "what if you could really get "stuck" on an LSD trip and be insane forever, I'd rather die then be like that for another day!"
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It became unbearable, I got out of the shower and put on my clothes in great difficulty. Then I was just walking though the house hoping it would wear off, and every time I would see something morph I'd get more scared. I had probably ten different dialouges going on in my head always interrupting each other, I felt like I was what I'd imagine would be schizophrenic.
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I really couldn't bear it anymore, but I had no benzodiazepines or barbiturates atm. I was so desperate for it to end that I started searching my room for the antipsychotic medications I still had somewhere. I HATE antipsychotics, they make me feel tired, depressed and kinda stiff, but at this point I didn't care. I tried to find the least bad antipsychotic which was difficult because I couldn't read anything. It took me several minutes to find the Olanzapine and took three tablets over the next 20 minutes. It made it somewhat bearable and after some time I could fall asleep.
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When I woke up I checked the pencil marks I made on the walls and noticed that the pattern I was seeing was in fact following tiny imperfections on the paint I never noticed. Even the spot on my screen that looked like it was glowing was slightly discoloured which I never noticed, but thanks to the LSD I will never ever unnotice it.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 113473</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
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I've been using LSD for many years now .... mostly recreational use up until recent years. By a chance circumstance I found myself tripping home alone one night (something I never would before that night have done purposely). It quickly became clear to me that acid has so much more to show a person than just some fun visuals. But, as far as I thought I went that first night, I felt like I had only just knocked on the door. That night started a journey through that door that over the course of several more trips I did finally achieve. What I'm going to share is the culmination of several trips' experience in a more meditative mindset.
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I cleaned my apartment thoroughly the night before and went to bed early. It was a bright and very cold winter morning. After taking care of personal matters and informing the appropriate parties of my intended activities for the day, I ate my acid-laced Oreo. It was around 10 a.m. I showered immediately and by the time I was drying myself off the walls were already breathing ... heavily. Now, although there are plenty noteworthy aspects of this trip pre and post peak, I'm only going to share the peak as this was the moment the door shattered.
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My experience with ego death was a truly humbling one ......
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As I stood there, my soul stripped of its worldly shackles, head cocked to the sky, and palms open, I was gently ripped open in the most pleasant way from the inside out and exposed completely. Every ounce of my being was laid bare for judgment. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Every ounce of my being was laid bare for judgment.</div></div> I was immediately flooded with the most intensely overwhelming love I had ever felt. Tears of joy streamed down my face. Another entity approached me. It was a ball of light, as was I now as well. 'Me' actually consisted of three or four balls of light, suspended in the ether, and surrounded by even brighter light (this brighter light was also the love I was feeling and the only thing I could see). This other entity then inspected me like the scanner in a copying machine scans a document. This kind of inspection was instinctively terrifying but only for a split second because as my 'self' was exposed all fears melted away. Upon realizing the 'self' was an illusion manufactured by the presence of space/time, all worldly worries, despair, hopes and joys simply melted away. None of it mattered. There was a greater sense of importance, but this was something else that was far less tangible, or speakable.
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So as this was happening, the second entity communicated to me 'You're not dead yet, but I'm going to show you something anyway'. It then smeared me across the universe until I had become one with everything. I was able to perceive time as it really is, as a whole. I became momentarily infinite and as I wrote later that day in my journal I experienced ' .... everything. All at once'. Feeling that level of connection revealed to me that the momentary physical object I call me is nothing more than an agent for experience and although this body will eventually decay its experiences will not. Death, like life, is merely an illusion. I'm sure this is the kind of thing some people might call god, but I'm hesitant in labeling it like that. It was a spiritual experience hands down .... an incredibly intense one that changed me profoundly. During moments of clarity throughout this day I was compelled to write in my journal. This was a difficult task because I was also slightly out-of-body making my hand very shaky. I'll end this with the words I managed to write down:
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'you realize that the minds physical connection to the world is not the only connection it has.
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self is exposed. and gone. ego matters not. love overwhelming ....... Everything. All at once.'<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Sep 9, 2019</td><td>Views: 747</td></tr>
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It was around 430 am, 5.5 hours after first ingestion, that my mystical experience began. I had eaten a second tab of acid about 2.5 hours into the original trip. So, I was around 3 hours into the 2nd hit, so I was starting to trip hard, I was beginning to feel my physical form disappear. At this point, I took 2 hits of marijuana and about 20 minutes later, I lay down, and began to examine the contents of my psyche. My stream of thought at this point had become 3-dimensional, and it was beginning to overwhelm me a bit, as if I was 'losing control'. At that point I opened my eyes and rose from my bed, and as my body moved, the watcher became the watched. That which sees all that which hears all.
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I was struck flat by the utter sameness of everything <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was struck flat by the utter sameness of everything</div></div>, like little swirls in an infinite ocean of energy. I was beginning to piece things together on a higher level but I thought I could heal myself with some fresh air. When I was outside, my physical body began to blend into the surrounding world to a point where it was obvious to me that the physical body is nothing at all really, its more of an idea or a pattern. I began to see and feel that the entire universe existed only in my mind, and I began to see how all things are one, and I began to see the one, I began to perceive of the infinite nothingness from which this consciousness descends. From this point on, my vision of eternity only became clearer and more frightening. Examining this existence, I was engulfed in a stream of logic that flowed inexorably to the infinite. For lack of a better term, I knew for certain that I and god were one and the same. I saw that my true form was an immortal something, and I saw that I was simply observing myself. It was as if I could see from all eyes of the universe and every perspective looked the same. Of course the word 'look' is not really accurate, because this vision was one of ideas. When the stream of consciousness became a field of consciousness, a three dimensional matrix of consciousness, then time ceased to exist. Time became redundant. But there was still eternity, that I must pass in sleep for it could not possibly be tolerated otherwise.
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At one point, I was in the shower, begging the experience to spare my poor ego. It (my ego) simply vanished and was stretched out on a clothesline in the back blowing in the cosmic breeze like linen.
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I was more frustrated with the stress of being forced into this alert state. I had to be doubly alert to protect myself from doing something stupid, out of pure sadness really. The realization of cosmic consciousness hit me hard in an emotional way, because it basically turned my perception of the world inside out. Any way, I had to be alert, even if watching myself was the ONLY thing I could do.
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I ended up taking my dog for a long walk as the sun began to illuminate the horizon in the hour before sunrise. I remember having thoughts that I was nothing other than a pile of leaves blowing in some strange wind.
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I said to myself, LSD is a trap. It captures you and destroys you for all eternity. But in the end, my mind seems to have come back. As time goes on I feel I am losing my sense of the infinite. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">As time goes on I feel I am losing my sense of the infinite.</div></div> But I can say that experience will never leave me. I now know more clearly than I have ever been able to know, the nature of consciousness and existence. I wrote that I would never do LSD again, but I can see myself taking the challenge again. If nothing else, just to be able to describe it in more detail.
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But I can remember clearly telling myself to stop using it. I even flushed the remaining two hits down the fucking toilet... Thats how scary this shit is. There are no words to describe the infinite. It is beyond the mind, it exists in archetypes, like the gears of a watch ticking away for all eternity
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I definitely dont want to use LSD any time soon. But I will say it is an incredible drug. It is not a drug. It is a wormhole of self discovery through which the clouded mind of god can gain clarity and gaze upon its own boundless form. To a human being, you might say this feeling is 'weighty'. It felt like being dead.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2013</td><td width="90">ExpID: 101411</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Sep 22, 2019</td><td>Views: 576</td></tr>
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Candy Flip First Time on LSD
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First off, I'd like to say:
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I am a 31 year old male who has been a regular user of recreational party drugs for 12 years, I have had MDMA in many forms, countless times, as well as amphetamines and cocaine and have smoked cannabis daily for about 18 years. I have on one occasion taken 2c-I and have twice taken MDMA pills cut with 2c-b; and along with small doses of Psylocibin mushrooms on 3 or 4 occasions, these recent experiments with the above mentioned mild psychedelics were about it, this was my first time trying LSD.
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Cannabis was smoked regularly through the entire experience.
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The night started pretty standard, went to see friends in town and we made arrangements to go to a club later that night and my friend informed me he had managed to procure some very fresh, potent acid. Never having taken it before, and the fact that I haven't been sleeping well and was feeling a little low I was quick to say 'Thanks, but I'll pass and stick to the pills tonight'. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was quick to say 'Thanks, but I'll pass and stick to the pills tonight'.</div></div>
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So we went to the club and through out the night I had one and a half medium strength MDMA pills and by the time the club closed I was feeling great and ready to go to the afterparty, at this point in my mind I was going to to the afterparty and would get more pills or MDMA once I got there.... However, when we arrived I was informed that there was no ecstasy.
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At this point my options were, Smoke a lot of weed and sleep through the come down or take what drugs are available. The only thing being available was the previous mentioned LSD. Being still quite happy and euphoric from the pills I decided it was a great idea to try acid with my friends and my partner who had also never had LSD before however she was easily convinced and we popped in half a tab each.
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After about (what felt like) 1 hour, things definitely started to change, in ways very similar to what I had felt before on MDMA/Magic mushrooms. I was feeling very light and could breath incredibly deep satisfying breaths. After about 20-30 mins of feeling great, but nothing too intense I decided to take another half a tab. This was probably a bad decision, as no more than 10 mins after I did, things very quickly and noticeably started to happen, there was a poster on the wall advertising a festival that my friends had been at last year and every time this poster caught my eye the words and pictures were dissolving in front of my eyes and then being instantly drawn again in the next frame, the texture of ceiling had literally became a sea of kaleidoscopic colors, purple, brown and gold were incredibly prevalent. I genuinely had no idea what I was seeing and then knew that I had massively underestimated the power of this drug.
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Everywhere I looked I was getting the most intense open eye visuals I could never imagined were even possible. The one thing that I cant get out my head even now, 24 hours after taking the initial LSD tab is a massive ball of liquid color, pouring over its own edges like a water-fall and each 'Bubble' of color had its own bubble of color which all had its own number, this was coming from every physical thing I looked at... I really can't explain it properly and it would take me days to even try. The entire trip was a hilarious experience and I could not control fits of giggles, the only words I have to explain the experience is truly 'Psychedelic'... I for the first time ever was living all these fractal art images and music videos I thought people had been dramatizing for many years.
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Now, looking back on the experience, and after talking to friends about how their trip was all I can feel is very unnerved, I can't understand how I am ever going to see what I previously knew as reality the same again.
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I spoke with one of that evening's fellow trippers, who is seasoned and has been doing it for years, told me that he didn't get great visuals from it, but then he never has had... He explained to me that because of a nose operation I had a few years back that lead to my loss of taste and smell that my visual senses are already in heightened state, so could quite easily produce great visuals, however like I said previously I never expected anything near what I experienced.
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Even though I enjoyed the trip incredibly, I genuinely will think twice about doing it again <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Even though I enjoyed the trip incredibly, I genuinely will think twice about doing it again</div></div>, due to the potency and the fact that I feel completely wiped out mentally and emotionally. I feel the need to cry, I don't even know why, whether it's happiness or fear.
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If I say one final thing about this experience it would be, I thought I knew drugs, LSD is a complete game changer, be careful... That being said, I believe that once the mist ascends and I've slept properly, I will look back on this as a life changing night.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 31</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Sep 23, 2019</td><td>Views: 733</td></tr>
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I am going to try and describe the effects that one tab of LSD had on me when I took it at completely the wrong time and place.
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Me and a few of my mates decided to go into town to a club one evening, get fucked, and go crazy. I was 16 at the time, and quite new to the club experience, especially this kind of club. It had quite an angry, perhaps 'criminal' feel to it, as there were quite a few dangerous looking alpha-males hanging around and challenging looks being thrown. Even so we got into the spirit of things and took some uppers and started dancing. My comedown came after a couple of hours: and what a comedown! I was bored and depressed, and sitting alone, so when this guy came up to me and promised that one of his tabs will send me straight back up <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">this guy came up to me and promised that one of his tabs will send me straight back up</div></div>, I was all for it. I had taken LSD twice before in 2 tab doses, each resulting in enjoyable trips.
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But taking even a tab there and then was a BIG mistake - and thus the nightmare began...
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For half an hour nothing happened, and then suddenly all sound except for the deep thud of the music's bass drum disappeared. Then there was loud ringing, like after a loud noise had gone off right beside my ear, followed by a feeling of uncontrollable fear and paranoia. Everything had also taken on the hue of a deep red, like blood, and my vision began to swim slightly. I looked around, wide eyed and fearful. Everyone had stopped dancing (or so I thought) and was looking directly at me. Now think of an image resembling the Scream killer's mask, and imagine all of those peoples faces, staring at me, slowly morphing into that. I thought to myself 'Holy shit! Fuck van Gogh, I'm out of here!' As I got up to leave, my friends, who, luckily, had remained visually unaltered, found me. After managing to explain what was happening, they hauled me outside where we waited about half an hour before leaving. I was more in control at this stage, though the feeling of fear was still permeating throughout my mind.
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On the journey home it got worse. The fear became almost sickening. And on the bus I began to hallucinate quite direly. I saw in the reflection of the bus window a woman dressed in black rags and cowled sitting next to me, in her arms a dead, rotting infant. She was rocking it, and singing eery, haunting tunes to it, all the while fixing her gaze on me. And she was trying to communicate with me, and while I was trying my utmost to block it out, the message came across: she was mocking me, mocking my life and my past, explaining her preference to the dead baby over me.
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After disembarking and getting onto the next bus, a new ghastly personage entered my trip, this time from afar. As I watched buildings go past, there was a dark figure that expelled what looked like black dust molecules from him. I saw him because I was somehow on the understanding that this was male counterpart of the woman with the baby, kind of like a husband of sorts. It felt as thought the woman had bored of tormenting me and had sent her man-friend to do it for her. I saw him appear in various places about me: on rooftops, in windows of building, sitting beside car drivers. And he was always watching me, making sure I got no moment's rest.
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The next couple of hours is still a bit of blur, but I don't remember much worse happening after that. We got back to my friend's house, and after a good 9 hours sleep I was, surprisingly, absolutely fine, if a bit emotionally distressed <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">after a good 9 hours sleep I was, surprisingly, absolutely fine, if a bit emotionally distressed</div></div>. To this day the memory seems more like an extremely vivid lucid nightmare that I could not wake up from.
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I dont need to do any explaining as it was so obviously a bad idea that was most definitely going to result in a bad trip. I already knew the lesson even before I was taught it the hard way. Stupidity, nothing more. I'm glad to say however that by careful observation of this lesson (that psychedelics need to be take under the right circumstances, and definitely not on a comedown in a club), I have since had nothing but enjoyable experiences on LSD =)<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2009</td><td width="90">ExpID: 80124</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 16</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 2, 2019</td><td>Views: 685</td></tr>
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My experience with substances is minimal. I’ve done weed a few times and Molly once. Marijuana doesn’t really do anything for me and “dancing” with Molly was a great experience! Other than my little involvement in these activities, I didn’t know what to expect from my first trip on LSD. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I didn’t know what to expect from my first trip on LSD.</div></div> Close friends have shared basic tips beforehand like getting in a good mood and staying in it which I thought was a piece of cake since I’m a pretty eccentric, “happy-go-lucky” person. Little did I realize; my deep thoughts would get the best of me and overcrowd my brain during my acid adventure. Overall, my experience was fucken amazing in both good and bad ways that I wanted to share it with anyone willing to spend a few minutes reading about it. I also created a playlist of songs that pertained to each hour I was on my trip. Some of them were actually played during those times, and the rest related to my feelings during that hour. <!-- I recommend you listen to each song while going through the story of my first experience. -->
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---The High---
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12 AM: [“Legend Of A Mind” by The Moody Blues]
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I felt confident that the trip was going to be fantastic! I took the blotted paper square of LSD and placed it on top of my tongue as recommended. It had no significant taste but felt like I had a piece of Styrofoam stuck in my mouth. My best friend and cousin joined me in unison as they took their squares and placed them on or under their tongues. I’m not entirely sure the dosage amount we took other than the fact that the person we bought it from said it was stronger than the previous ones he sold to us. It was my first time, so my boyfriend decided to spectate me for safety reasons, and another cousin joined to observe. To put in perspective, there were five people including me in the room. My boyfriend, two cousins, my best friend and a close family friend that hooked us up. I thought it’d be a good idea to jot down how we each felt every hour, on top of the hour. (Which supports this story on each hour’s entry) While earnestly waiting for the effects to kick in, I read recipes, did Sudoku and cleaned everyone’s phone screens with an electronic wipe. I stopped because my cousin suggested I don’t focus on anything, but just to relax and let the effects kick in. The rest of the hour I was listening to the music that was played and impatiently waited for visuals…
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1 AM: [“The City Don’t Care” by Leon Else]
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I was feeling optimistic about the visuals but hadn’t seen anything yet. I was feeling good and happy which I thought how this feeling was any different from how I usually feel without LSD in my system? I started questioning myself if the substance was working or not. Time must have been going by fast because I felt like we just took the square which still felt like Styrofoam but a bit softer. I put my suggestions into music to try and support my visuals.
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2 AM: [“Get Free” by Major Lazor]
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Finally, I was getting somewhere… My body felt loose and relaxed like I was as light as a cloud. To my disappointment, I still had no visuals. My vision was just blurry like someone took a photo of me and the flash stained my eyesight. At this point, the friend that hooked us up had to leave and left behind an extra dosage for free. Willingly, I decided to half it with my cousin on the same dosage to intensify our chances of visuals. I thought this would be beneficial for me since my experience with weed had little to none effects. I had no hesitation in swallowing the first paper on my tongue and replacing it with the new square which now was a triangle since split with my cousin. To my knowledge, this was the best option for me.
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3 AM: [“Bloom” by ODESZA]
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I was feeling Euphoric! My surroundings were vibrating and “breathing” thanks to the music we listened to on YouTube that helped hype our moods. The images danced outside the screen of my TV. It was so beautiful that I started tearing up and at the time, I didn’t know why. At that moment, I thought it was too good to be true. My emotions were so hyped up that I kept apologizing to everyone that they all couldn’t share the same happiness as me. They started asking questions about how I felt and why I felt them? In my mind, it was impossible to share my joy through words that I wanted to show them instead of telling them. Interesting enough, I sat next to my cousin who took the second dose with me, and I felt as if we shared the same visions and feelings. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I felt as if we shared the same visions and feelings.</div></div> Apparently, that’s possible with psychedelics? My mind thought that because we sat next to each other and took the same dosage amount, we shared the same feelings and visions. Importantly, my visuals were magical! The ceiling looked like a kaleidoscope of flowers that grew around the room. A centipede crawling on the ceiling seemed like it was moving faster than the speed of light. The colors on the screen were so vivid; It was like seeing color for the first time. Lastly, I saw the image of my brother’s face in my other cousin sitting across from me. In reality, I don’t see my brother often, so this brought tears of joy to my eyes that these visions were even better then I expected. I don’t remember what initially triggered me to see him on my trip, but all I remember was feeling happy and sad all at once. Why? Because although it was nice seeing my brother so close by, I knew it wasn’t real… I remember needed to hide behind a throw pillow because I cried without warning and I was ashamed to show it. Couldn’t this have been a hint to them that something was wrong?
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4 AM: [“Crave You” by Flight Facilities - Adventure Club Remix]
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Fuuuuuck yeah is all I can remember at this moment. The feelings of happiness were so strongly felt, at this point I was crying. It was so strong that my hands were only able to write the words “Soooooo GREEEEE $$$$$$”( Exactly the way it was written. Lol.) for 4 o’clock check-in. This happiness was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I kept asking myself if happiness like this is possible for people? More questions from my company started coming like how I felt or why I felt the way I was feeling. And what I was seeing and why I saw it? I told them how I thought it was sad that people had to pay for drugs to feel happy when it should be felt without it. Again, I was apologizing for them not all experiencing the exact high I was on. I was asked to close my eyes and share what I saw to help describe my visions a little better. My visions were way evolved than the last hour. I saw neon lights moving to the music that was playing in the background. The YouTube search engine was bouncing around the screen while we searched for new songs to play. Strangely, more tears burst from my eyes. I couldn’t comprehend it at that moment, but now that I think about it, it was obvious. I was still seeing my brother across the room, and I didn’t want it to stop.
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I tried so hard to share this information with everyone, but my subconscious mind shut my mouth. I thought hard not to ruin the experience of joy with the sad reminder that the visions of my brother were not real. I suggested we play a PS4 video game called “Hue” that deals with mind puzzles that correspond to colors. To them, it may have seemed I suggested it see how I would play on an LSD high. But honestly, I suggested we play so that I would not have to see or think about my brother. I learned that my mind on puzzle games is spaghetti, which a simple stage on switching blocks was too challenging. At this point, I felt that there was too much going on in one room. I was still getting so many questions about how I felt and what I was experiencing to make me cry. Honestly, it was visions of my brother, but I couldn’t express it. I begged not to play anything or listen to any music for a minute just to give my mind a break. Anything we spoke about or heard to triggered my thoughts… They were understanding of my wishes, but I felt horrible on the inside. My mind shut my mouth again. I honestly felt happy to just be in this experience with them, and that was awesome. But my mind wouldn’t let me stop seeing my brother, and that made me miserable. Also, I was stuck on the color blue.
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5 AM: [“Running” – No Doubt]
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RUN! I WANTED TO RUN AND RUN FAST. ANYTHING TO GET ME OUT OF THIS ROOM. I signed up for a 5k Run event, and It was starting in the next hour. I stood up from the couch I’ve been in for the past hours on my high and put on my running shoes getting ready to leave. Keep in mind, I was wearing pajama’s and no socks and had no interest in changing. I was just so eager to get out. Unfortunately, my boyfriend had too many shots that he was too drunk to drive. I was disappointed feeling more stuck with my full thoughts. I stood at the spot closest to the exit hoping this would change his mind. I couldn’t comprehend that this emotion I was feeling was the trigger of my down trip. I stood at this spot with a clear view of my brother again and cried trying to give a hint I needed to leave. I couldn’t even look directly in my bathroom mirror because all I saw were visions of my brothers face on mine.
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The hallucinations I felt brought me to ask if everyone could stand where I was standing to see what I was feeling. My mind thought that maybe this would work instead of trying to express what it was I was feeling. Usually, I’m not the kind of person to express my feelings, so I thought this was the best way to show it. But imagine taking a drug that enhances all of that and having your subconscious mind shut you down because it knows you aren’t that kind of person. It’s a painful feeling. If I remember correctly, I think I raised my voice at my cousin because he told me that people have different perspectives and it was an impossible request to ask everyone to see the same visions I was. Of course, I knew this was impossible, but my mind couldn’t comprehend it at the time. I felt as if everyone was interrogating me with questions that I tried to answer but they weren’t getting the answers they wanted… Couldn’t they just understand I was happy and just try to see it my way? My cousin may have thought I was angry at him, but I was so frustrated with myself for not being an open person. My mind was so fucked up for locking my feelings out to my closest friends and family. I needed to breathe, so I asked if we could go outside for a moment.
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6 AM: [“Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds” by The Beatles]
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The visuals were even more magnificent outside! The sun was just coming up, and the light reflecting my car windows produced a rainbow effect around my garage. The humidity in my region of the world is high, so bugs surrounded the lights and made them look like colorful sparkles surrounding us. It was nothing like I’ve ever experienced in real life. I wanted to RUN since at this point; I was missing my 5k run event. My house is located at the bottom of a steep hill, so I started from the bottom and ran fast up the paved climb. It didn’t take me more than 5 seconds to reach the top, and I was laughing so hard. The feeling of getting fresh air and away from all those interrogating questions lifted a tremendous amount of weight off my shoulders. The pressure of needed to be bright and expressive was gone, and that made me happy again. I headed back down to my cousin and best friend waiting for me at the bottom. We all enjoyed the sky while outside. The colors were so vivid that it looked too good to be true. And it was precisely that. We headed back inside since we all started to sweat, but this was probably the highlight for me. Being surrounded by the ones that took LSD with me made me feel like I wasn’t alone. Even though they couldn’t understand exactly what I was feeling, they were on their trips too.
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7 AM: [“Shelter” by Porter Robinson and Madeon]
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8 AM: [“Aoi Shiori” by Galileo Galilei]
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9 AM: [“Raining Day” by Trinix]
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Time went by fast at this point because every time I checked the clock, a new hour had past. It was interesting how I would always catch the clock 10 minutes before the top of the hour. It was at this point I realized that I haven’t drunk water, ate food, or needed the restroom during the entire night! For some reason, I didn’t have the urge to do so. I was told that I might experience “cotton mouth” or the feeling of a dried-up mouth that I would need to drink to replenish myself. However, I didn’t feel that way. They got hungry and chowed the snacks on my counter. I honestly wasn’t hungry, so I didn’t join them, but I forced myself to use the restroom and drink water so that I wouldn’t get dehydrated. While we stood at the counter, we each shared our trips in our perspectives. My best friend saw ants and cockroaches surrounding the room and crawling out of ceiling lights. Strangely, she also experienced a dark shadow standing behind her at times she would go to the restroom. I had to follow her every single time, and face my back to the mirror so I wouldn’t see visions of my brother. My cousin felt good and chill most of the time but interestingly mentioned that at one point, he wanted to cry with me but stopped himself. He didn’t want to explain to me why, but I’m assuming it’s because he knew why I was crying the hours before this moment and wanted to keep the positive mood up instead of bringing me down. Is that possible? To feel precisely what someone else is feeling during their high if you’re on it too? My mind thought so, but of course, that’s impossible. While talking about our experiences, we watched Youtube documentaries on psychedelics in the U.K for the next few hours. In the middle of all this, my visuals had stopped. I was sad but knew that the effects needed to wear off. Also, I felt natural in my body and aware that my experience of visuals were only that, visuals.
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---The Low---
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10 AM: [“Oceans Away” by A R I Z O N A]
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11 AM: [“Feels” by Kiiara]
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12 PM:[“Light: by San Holo]
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My best friend and cousin decided that it was time to leave. They needed to shower and take care of things for the day before they would return later. This left me alone with my thoughts, and that was the worst. I couldn’t bring myself to watch anything or listen to music because I felt so vulnerable to any negative information. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I felt so vulnerable to any negative information.</div></div> I was told that people experienced not being able to look at their phone due to the bright light, but for me, it was needing to be disconnected from social media. I consistently went back and forth inside and outside my house wanting space away from my thoughts. I tried waking up my boyfriend to stay up with me but he was still too tired, and that made me feel bad. I had to stop myself because I started thinking negative thoughts about him that were unnecessary. I stared at the ceiling for those long hours crying trying to force myself to sleep. I played with my dog hoping that maybe this would lift my mood, but it wasn’t working as I hoped it would. I took her for walks outside just to clear my head, and it still didn’t work. I remember hearing the church bells and sitting down enjoying the softness in the wind. I felt the urge to message my friend who is currently studying for her masters in counseling, and this brought back my emotions. I couldn’t bring myself to express if I was so happy with my experience of seeing my brother or extremely upset that it wasn’t real.
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1 PM: [“Best To You” by Blood Orange]
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2 PM: [“Story” by Park Shin Hye]
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3 PM: [“We Gotta Get Out Of This Place” by Denmark + Winter]
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4 PM: [“The Mother We Share” by Chvrches]
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5 PM: [“Swingin Party” by Lorde]
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6 PM: [“Vibin’ Out with (((O)))” by FKJ
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7 PM: [“Clair De Lune” by Flight Facilities]
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When the afternoon hit, everyone returned. I was happy because I thought I could generate my mood of happiness from them instead of trying to gain it myself while being in my weird funk. It was so interesting that although I’m a happy person, I couldn’t generate the feelings myself. I knew that this was my down trip playing out and it was terrible! My boyfriend was awake at this point and cooked something easy since he had a hangover. I honestly was not feeling it, so I ate what I could and threw the rest away. I don’t know if it was the effects of the LSD that lost my appetite or that I was experiencing the worst and only down trip ever that made me not hungry.
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The most surprising thought I had in my down trip related to me not being hungry and not going on to my 5k run event. My brain thought that because I didn’t go to the 5k run event, I didn’t deserve to eat… Honestly, It wasn’t that at all; I really wasn’t hungry. But my mind was making me think that, which is horrible. How could my mind generate those evil feelings? I laid on my couch as we watched episodes of Attack on Titan and this was difficult to experience. Everything negative on the show turned to me evaluating my trip experience the night before. The show would have the characters trying to do something the protagonist could only do collectively, and this made me think of the interrogating questions I was asked during my high. It brought me back to thoughts of how I’m not an open person, and that made me sad. I just thought it was so fucked up that my mind could go this deep into thought. At the time, I didn’t know it was only my down trip playing out. We watched episodes of Chopped and Annabelle Creation which played out more scenes of non-openness amongst the characters that triggered my trip experience.
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I also experienced weird episodes of me predicting the future or thinking we’re re-watching a scene which I thought was interesting. After everyone left around 7pm, my boyfriend forced me to eat which I did. At that moment, I couldn’t hold in my feelings any longer. I cried and vented about the entire experience being fantastic but not worth the down trip I was stuck in. I didn’t know if it was the double dosage I took or the fact that I was triggered by the longing for my brother to return home that made me go nuts in my mind. The only thing that made my experience great was the company that brought me back to happiness and the visuals I’ve never seen in my life. The end of the night, I needed to watch episodes of Dexter’s Laboratory to fall asleep. I stayed up for 28 hours total and slept for 12 hours straight. The next day, I stood at the spot closest to the exit and cried. I was back in the spot where I was told that people couldn’t experience my feelings because my mind took it as me not being expressive. I looked around the room and realized my visuals were just visuals, and that I couldn’t see my brother. It upset me to the core. A friend told me that I’d be feeling the down for the next few days, and I thought It would at least be manageable. I didn’t realize how much the down could affect my day after.
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Overall, my experience with LSD was a beautiful mystery. I learned a lot about myself as a person. I’m just glad I got to share it with my close friends and family and feed of their energy when it got difficult to be inside my thoughts. The lesson here is to not overthink into your thoughts. It’s easy to get pulled into it, but the key is to focus on getting yourself out.
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I feel like I shouldn’t even be writing about my experience and trying to understand my highs and lows, but I thought that this would help the next person looking for a high but also having self-doubts.<!-- End Body -->
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Psychedelics are some of my favorite mind-altering substances to consume. My experience with them breaks down to:
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LSD: approx. 15 times
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Mushrooms: approx 5 times
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MDMA: 5 times
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RCs (various): approx 10 times
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The experience I wish to tell you about happened in October 2014. I was at a Burning Man regional event in Ohio. It was a Saturday, the busiest day of the event, and there were around 350 people in attendance. The weather was wet and cold - it had rained most of the day and night prior, and the temperature had dropped into the low 50s, wih heavy cloud cover that showed no signs of breaking.
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I spent most of the day preparing for the journey I knew was to come. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I spent most of the day preparing for the journey I knew was to come. </div></div> I had managed to acquire a hit of acid from a trusted source, as well as a MDxx (I believe it to be mostly MDA, but it was untested) pressed pill. My plan was to take them immediately following the effigy burn, come rain, cold, sleet, or tornadoes.
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While preparing my mind, I spent time resting in the warm and recovering from the psychedelics I had taken the night before (a hit and a haf of acid, and an unknown amount of 4-ACO-DMT in a pressed pill that came from a trusted source). It had been a plesant journey, and I was expecting tonight's to be more mild because of raised tolerance. Boy was I in for a surprise.
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As night fell and the effigy was lit, I became a little more anxious. It was only getting colder, and while the rain had stopped, it was still soggy and gross outside. I made my way to my tent to collect my things, and then went and met up with a friend.
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I consumed my roll and tab at around 9:30pm. From here on out I am not sure of times. I also gave a roll to my sister, who was on a hit of acid as well.
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After consuming my party favors, I wandered off for a little while. I ran into a friend who had a bottle of alcohol-based THC tincture, which I took a couple drops of, as well as two weed-infused rice crispy treats. As I nibbled on half of one, I realized I was out of water, and wandered back to camp.
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At my tent, I ran into another friend who invited me to smoke a bowl with them. I agreed, and made my way into their tent. While we were smoking, I was also offered a bump of some crystal MDA in exchange for one of the weed edibles I was given, which I accepted and took immediately. At this point, I was starting to feel slight effects, but nothing too strong. Just a light, bouncy feeling and a slight increase in colors.
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Once we were done smoking I went and grabbed my LED hoop, and trekked out to see what was going on. I found my sister by one of the communal fires. She was already rolling and tripping HARD. It wasn't until I looked into the fire that I realized I was too. Way harder than I had been expecting.
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Just as I was about to sit down and take a couple deep breaths, another friend walked up and asked if I would safety him while he spun some fire. I am a fire performer as well, and so safetying while high is not a new experience for me. I agreed, grabbed his safety blanket, and lit his wicks.
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At this point, everything was hitting me full force. I felt flighty and anxious, and had a hard time standing there steadily while he performed. I realized too late that this was not at all a good idea, but I planted my feet and waited out his spin, forcing a smile onto my face. Once he was done, I returned to my sister, who suggested we go wander and find some music to dance to. I agreed, hoping that it would help.
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As my sister, her husband, and I wandered towards the nearest music, I found myself nearly unable to walk. The ground seemed to wave and undulate underneath me, and even though I wanted to hoop, I was unable to keep any kind of balance or coordination. All of the lights and sounds washed over me in an entirely new and overwhelming way. This was not my first time taking psychedelics in this environment, but never before had I been so utterly uncomfortable.
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After dancing, we wandered further back into the quiet camping area, where there was another communal campfire. I stood there awkwardly, staring into the fire and getting warm while my sister and her husband socialized with the crowd of people who populated the camp. At one point she wandered over and offered me a small piece of chicken that she had been gifted, which I forced down, hoping food might help settle me a little.
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When my sister was ready to move on, we wandered back towards the lights and sounds. I stopped for a moment, trying to explain to my sister that something was wrong - that I was tripping way too hard. I couldn't get anything but gibberish to come out of my mouth.
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We eventually stopped in front of one of the heated domes, and my sisters husband went inside. I stood outside, on the verge of tears, and it was then my sister realized something was wrong. She walked over and enveloped me in a hug.
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I broke down. Everything that had been pent up inside of me since the beginning of the weekend came rushing out like a waterfall. As I cried into her shoulder, I gurgled out my insecurities in broken sentences. My worries for my best friend back at home, who has been going through rough times. My worries for my friend I had brought with me (it was his first time at anything like this) and how I felt like I had abandoned him. My worries about my relationship with my boyfriend. All of it just flew out of me. When I finally stopped crying, I was shaking and drained. I left my sister and returned to my tent to lay down.
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At this point things become fuzzy. I have no idea of how long I laid there, writhing and overwhelmed. It was probably only a couple hours, but it felt like years and years and years. Finally, miraculously, things started to calm down <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Finally, miraculously, things started to calm down</div></div>, and I was able to sit up, get dressed into warmer clothing, and make my way out of my tent again.
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I very slowly wandered to the communal fire where I started this rollercoaster of an adventure, and there was my sister and her husband, chatting it up with a group of mutual friends. She walked over and gave me a hug. At this point I was also given several more drops of THC tincture, a cigarette, and I consumed the rest of my THC edible.
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After readjusting to the sights and sounds around me, my sister and I made our way to one of the heated yurts. Everyone inside except for a small group of tripping people was asleep. My sister and her husband cuddled up under some blankets, and I joined the small group of awake people.
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Sitting in the yurt with familiar people, talking lightly and smoking hookah, I felt the best I had all night. The soft, rainbow LEDs that lit the room swirled in soft, friendly waves, and the hookah filled me with a warm sort of comfort. I stayed mostly quiet, listening to conversation and idly drawing with a UV laser on some glow in the dark paper.
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Shortly before sunrise I said my good nights and wandered back to the fire. Another small group of dedicated campers huddled around it, too tired to do anything else, but too cold to go to sleep. I joined them, and we sat and talked and laughed until well after sunrise. As people started to trickle to bed, I headed that way as well, and quickly fell into a deep slumber.
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I woke up feeling hazy and tired, my head stuffed to the brim with the wild adventure I had had the night before. I had definitely learned a lesson - just because something worked once, doesn't mean it's going to work again, and don't assume how your body is going to react to something.
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Overall, while there were definitely some rough patches, this was a positive learning experience that I will not soon forget.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 25</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 4, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,672</td></tr>
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Dead, and do not know what to do
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I have had some pretty impractical experiences throughout my life relating to LSD, but yesterday December 10th is a day I will never forget, and I (for the most part) usually have the time of my life when I take LSD, the fact that reality is changed right in front of your eyes so vividly is very interesting. I do not know how believable I can make it sound, because I am not that good of a writer but I feel I should try to tell you my story.<!-- so people will precaution before deciding to go on a journey by yourself, especially if you have things to worry about.--> I can say that I could have planned out the day better, but still…… I do not think I will take any blotters for some time.
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Me and my friend started talking about it out surfing one day and decided we hadn’t gone on a journey in a couple months, and we had this urge to drop some doses (we could get it pretty much constantly so it wasn’t a problem for me, but my friend took a while. I had them a couple days after out conversation already and they were sitting in my car. I had realized that my parents were going to be gone right when I woke up for quite some time so I called my friend and told him to get his tabs tonight, he wasn’t able to find any and I decided I was going to fry by my lonesome. I have done this before, I have actually fried pretty hard by myself, so I don’t know what happened (I think I let the music take more control of my thoughts) I do not know how different it would have been if I was with someone. I thought as long as I had music I would be alright.
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So I wake up at around 9:00 o’clock, ate some food, then started sucking on three paper tabs, I never actually tasted anything on blotter tabs before, but I could actually taste a hint of some kind of chemical type thing and it tasted really weird on these tabs. I had made a couple calls telling friends to come over as soon as they were finished with work for the day. After that I lay on my back patio on my back on this chair still sucking on my papers facing the sun listening to music. Soon enough my whole entire wooden deck planks, scratches and patterns in the wood were swirling into each other and even my scars on my legs were getting pink then going to different colors,my hairs on my arm were shrinking and growing really sporadically to but I don’t like to think about that one.
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I started to realize I was going to have a very fun trip and got a huge smile, it is about 10:30 and I am already so far gone , everything in my eyesight was doing something, it was mainly digital patters right under the skin of everything doing little swirly circle type things, and a couple shadow eyeballs in the trees. I have taken acid enough times to know sort of to make what I wan’t to see (not completely of course, for ex. I could not make a naked woman appear right in front of me) but I can kind of start to control my halucinations (control as -in no matter what you will hallucinate- but kind of altar it into what you think you might of been seen in the material or whatever).
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It was like 11:30 now and I was definitiley gone, I decided to go into my sisters room, lay on her white bed -the blanket wrinkles were all doing their own little moving and slow swaying, and the carpet had a constant blue flower pattern going across it- …fascinating. Then things started to get a little insane even though I kind of knew what was going on I continued to do it with full seriousness. I turned on the song “Welcome to the Machine” and that song made my sister’s whole white room come to life and I started getting a little nervous. As I was staring at my sisters fan, the fan became alive like a sunflower and started not talking to me but nodding and making expressions, I do not remember it talking, but I was talking. I then remember I started screaming and laughing, and the fan/flower, it was making weird emotions by curling up and springing back open, I then started crying really hard. When the song had gotten to the part where it has all the talking in the room, I thought my brain had hit into another dimension the whole earth was going to collide with something else. I was tripping harder then I Can explain.
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It is like 1:00 o’clock and by this time I had moved into my room laying into a weird position and started crying, cartoons were on and I looked at the T.V.. and I thought the cartoons had started replaying back my life with the little cartoon characters, and it was all my friends and stuff. When I completely told my mind that that was really what was playing on T.V. I started crying because I had realized that it was showing my life in cartoons before I got taken away from earth and that I had died. When I would stand up everyway I leaned the walls would lean just as far back as I did except the other ways, I started laughing and crying again. I went into the bathroom and started peeing, I thought since I was dead maybe it was just something weird happening, but I would not stop peeing, I peed for like thirty minutes and I was crying and laughing hysterically while this was happening because I thought I was dead and I thought my whole body was going to completely drain out right there. I thought I was dead but could still roam this earth but could not interact with people. I had recently quit smoking (about 6 months ago) and I realized since I was dead I wanted a cigarette real badly. So I decided to get into my car and drive to the liqour store (stupid fucking idea) On my way up to the liquor store I saw a shadow eyeballs all over this one car, and from there on ouy for the rest of my night I saw shadow eyeballs (like dark outlines [but really detailed] eyeballs) in every single object I looked at.
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I stupidly got in my car and realized I could do what ever and I would not crash into anybody else, that I would completely go right threw them and drove insanely up to the liqueur store, I left my car not even in a parking space running and went in with no money, I asked for cigarettes and she said I had to pay, her face was dramatically changing, her moles were growing and shrinking, her facial hair doing the same thing and her eyebrows moving in rhythm. I went back to my car and grabbed my debit card, I started laughing hysterically while walking into the liquor store realizing I was dead and still using my debit card, I paid for the cigarettes and opened them up right there in the liquor store leaving the trash all over the counter (I was still standing at the counter right in front of the woman), I then realized I did not have a lighter for my cigarettes and grabbed one from the counter (you know the shelves of lighters they have right next to the register) that was in a shelve thing and lit the cigarette in the store, the lady didn’t even bother to tell me to leave and she picked up the phone and said she is calling the cops, I felt I looked even worse then a drunk man now that I think about it, because I was seriously acting like I was dead and I even asked her how do you see me. I left, and some how I was driving o.k. but sometimes my thoughts would come out loud and tell me weather to turn left or right, out loud as in like someone was sitting in the passenger seat saying right or left really loud, and then I could completely hear every single thing that I was thinking like someone was right next to me saying it out loud. When I came to a stop sign that was either left or right, for some reason I purposely made the sings turn into weird faces instead of right or left, I then picked the funniest looking face and went that way, and that’s what I based off which way I should go. I somehow made it home safely. (I also now recall chilling in the middle of an intersection for about 5 minutes deciding which way to go, I was taking my time because as I said earlier I was dead so I thought if a car needed to go they would have just gone right threw me).
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I got home and now it was like 3:00 o’clock, I remember sitting on my bed staring at my cell phone (the front part that showed the time [and tried to figure out the time for what about it seemed like 45 minutes] to be able to read the time). I remember laying in my bed crying. My dad opens the garage and walks in to my room, I was able to look him in the eye and act calm (while everything, including his face was doing something in its own weird way) only because I was so depressed I had died today, I even told him that I died before I walked out telling him I was going to get coffee, I haven’t talked to him yet so we will see what happens. I was also sick at this time so I do not know if that could have had any effect.
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By the end of the day sitting in bed, I would still consider the day an accomplishment because I went on a really intense journey, and I was definitely not still here on earth. Scary but……............<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 13, 2019</td><td>Views: 953</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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This event took place on a Saturday night with 4 of my close friend. Previously we had all been using acid for about two months. We started off by just doing one hit when we first started and then gradually building our way up to a higher dose comfortably. And we had been doing acid every weekend for the past two months.
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This day was very different though than before. Previously we had always ended up dosing at night. We planned it out for this particular weekend to dose as early as possible so we could experience our trip during the day and go for a hike. I had gotten out of work early and woken my friends so we could meet up. I called C and E and told them that I was out of work. E picked me up from my house and we went and picked up C, B, and J. We picked C up at her house and B and J were at the Wal*mart down the road from us. When we picked up B and J we dosed ourselves. E took 3 hits, C took 3, B took 3, and J took 2 strong sugar cubes. I took 4 of the same kind that everyone else had taken after me and E had a quick rock, paper, scissors match to decide who was to get it. As we drove away from the Wal*mart we headed back up to C’s house so we could get our things together for the hike. We arrived at her house in a matter of 10 to 15 minutes. We proceeded up to her room to grab some batteries for the stereo we wanted to bring along with us. After we got the batteries we started our walk.
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Having only been in the house maybe 10 minutes and walking another 5 I was already starting to feel the body high. Although I wasn’t yet seeing or really hearing anything yet. I just felt good at the moment. We kept walking through the woods for another 15 minutes or so until we got to a stopping point and decided to settle out in the middle of this large grassy field. As we sat there I realized that I was beginning to hallucinate and apparently everyone else was beginning to as well. C put on her stereo and we began listening to music and talking about life, the field we were in, how cool the sky looked, and all the rainbows we kept on seeing all around us.
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My mind set at this point and time was that I was really happy. In fact I was overflowing with happiness at the time, I even mentioned to everyone that I was extremely happy. As time went by I started noticing the trees off in the distance starting to split into different trees and wave back and forth as if it were breathing. At some point and time C’s stereo had died due to lack of battery power. My friend J though had a mandolin with him though (it’s a kind of folk instrument). He at first began strumming it in the most awful way. It made this horrible screeching noise that caused me to see the trees in the distance grow eyes and glare at him. We all told him not to do that. So he started playing something on it for real for a few minutes until he decided that he just couldn’t concentrate enough to play. We all agreed it was for the better because of the fact that it would create some horrible noises if he were to mess up.
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Soon the sun started setting and we had been out in the field for at least 2 or 3 hours. So we decided it was best that we started heading back to C’s house for the rest of the trip. And besides the dark it was getting really cold. We all managed our way back to C’s house with little difficulty other than the face that I kept on noticing or rather not noticing certain fences. When we arrived inside C’s house her parents at the time had company and we all had to greet them which was extremely hard to do because I kept losing my concentration.
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Previously though before we left the field I got a bit worried about a phone call that came in and I was unable to respond to who ever was on the line. I thought it was something important because I didn’t recognize the number and it happened to be a business number.
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After dealing with C’s parents we all headed up to her room where we were locked away from any outside distraction and could really be as loud as we desired which was a very good feeling.
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At this point and time though I think I really started tripping. Previously I was only hallucinating and hearing different things. To me my trip and my hallucinations were two completely different things. I have a really hard time remembering most of it though.
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I do clearly remember though that as I was tripping I would get these waves of energy a type of surge of body energy. Each time this happened I would completely blank out. I would forget who I was, what I was, who was with me, where I was, and what I was doing. Each time this wave of energy hit me I only had a few seconds to recollect myself and try and remember everything. But as soon as I would collect any information I would get another wave of energy. I remember though that it was a sort of game in my mind. Where I would do something or say something that would cause these waves of energy to travel through me. It was really interesting and different. Before this night I had never experienced anything like it.
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I felt very inhuman to the rest of the world. I felt though as if everyone else around me was playing the same game with me. Each time I would get a wave of energy it felt SO good. It became the point of the whole trip as soon as I figured it out. It was sort of like my being was just reoccurring some type of active stimuli. I can’t really explain it because each time a wave hit me I would forget nearly everything. But as time went on things became more and more in depth. The best way I can lay out my mind at that time is like having options really. In the beginning of the trip I only had 2 or 3 options. But as time went by I had 20 to 30 options. These options though were not really options they are just an example of how much detail I had in my life. Everything was extremely simple in the beginning then slowly became more complex. From the start I only knew that I was human and I was alive. Soon a began to know that these other beings around me were human and that they were my friends. I started to remember I had cigarettes, a phone, a wallet, and other possessions. After a few hours of doing this I started to come out of it all. It was probably 4 or 5 hours after we got to the house that I felt like I was back at least somewhat into reality.
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But my mind was extremely messed up from it all. I kept thinking about the trip and what it meant to me. What it all was. What was the point? It bothered the hell out of me and I couldn’t figure it out. I proceeded to start walking around in C’s room and back and forth to the bathroom to help clear my mind and think a bit. No use. I tried expressing this to my friends. And as soon as I would get a clear definition in my mind of what had happened I would try to explain it and I would shortly forget almost immediately. It was really aggravating. After a while I started to have my friends worry about me a bit. This really didn’t help me at all. It made me more irritated because I knew I wasn’t having a bad trip, just a very strange one that had my mind very messed up.
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Sometime later in the night though B and J had to leave. They promised to hangout with some other friends and they had to leave. This though has to be one of the weirdest things about acid. Saying goodbye. For whatever reason while we were saying goodbye we always had one last thing to say. It made it difficult to go our separate ways. At some point and time though we all managed to say our final goodbyes and they left. At this time I was no longer tripping and I was only hallucinating still. My strange trip was over and I was with C and E. I was still trying to figure out the trip though in my head. It had to be one of the most complex and hardest things that I’ve ever thought about in my life.
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At some point and time though I came to a conclusion about humans. I felt like people were just this plague. All we were is a being with desires, needs, and wants all the time. Always consuming always complaining about something. It started to get to my head and I tried my best to just not think about it anymore.
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Near the end of the day (sometime around midnight) E wanted to go. She had to drop me back off at my house considering she was the only way I would get back home. I went back home reluctantly because at that point and time I still wanted to be with my friends and try and figure it all out. Although I didn’t express my reluctance I still was. When I got home I greeted my parents real quick and headed up stairs with my dog. When I got upstairs I started petting my dog and received only love back. It was a good feeling to have something there that would just give you love back <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I started petting my dog and received only love back. It was a good feeling to have something there that would just give you love back</div></div> as long and I just petted it.
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I logged onto my computer and checked out some stuff online and got uninterested fast. I noticed C was online and decided to start talking to her a bit. We talked about our experience and how we were feeling at the moment for a little bit. But soon I decided to start to watch a movie to help calm my brain and get it off the thoughts of this trip. I figured if I got some type of outside distraction from my trip it would kind of phase out of my head. I only watched the movie for an hour before my mother had come home from work. My parents started getting into a fight that got loud after a while. This really started to freak me out. I started thinking that my parents were going to get divorced and they were going to move away and I’d have to leave all my friends behind. So I decided to head downstairs to get them to shut up. And they did. Apparently my presence being there while they were fighting was enough for them to stop and just go to sleep.
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After more time went by I realized it was around 2 in the morning. I was still hallucinating too. I decided to call my from R because I heard he had a bad acid experience the week before and I wanted someone to talk to about my experience and get some advice in case anything happened. He calmed me down a lot by saying things like, “Don’t worry man, in the morning all the bad and strange thoughts in your head will be gone. You won’t be thinking the same anymore. Just put on some good music and relax as best as you can.” I took his advice and went upstairs on my computer and started listening to some of my favorite artists. It really did calm me down a lot. But I soon got bored because all I was doing was just sitting and listening. I decided to go into my room and just watch TV for a while.
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I still couldn’t get the trip off my mind, but I wasn’t so worried about it anymore after talking to R and listening to the music. I laid in my bed and started watching some movie on TV and got really comfortable. I must of laid there for a few hours because I remember looking at the time again and it was around 4. I went back to my computer to check and see if anyone had tried to contact me. But no one had. I went straight back to bed and started watching a different movie. My head though was still on constant thought of the trip. Shortly though I was able to fall asleep. Although I didn’t sleep for very long. I woke up around 9 in the morning. My parents thought it was odd I was up so early considering I usually sleep until around noon. I told them that I must of been just getting used to waking up early throughout the week. When I woke though I was still hallucinating. But for the most part the thoughts of the trip were completely erased from my mind.
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I felt a lot more at ease with the rest of the world and felt so much better as a whole. I don’t think I could classify my experience as a “bad trip” but I know it wasn’t good. It was somewhere in-between. More likely a borderline bad trip. I’ve decided though that whenever I do acid again I’m not going to take the same dose as I did that night, I’m going to dose myself a bit lower and I’m going to take a break from it for a week or two just to give my head sometime to think and recoup.
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I have learned a lot though from the experience. I learned that acid is not something that you want to take very nonchalantly. Previously I was taking it like it was candy. I know now how serious this stuff is and how badly this can really mess with your head. I’ll take more precaution in the future with my dose and my surroundings.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">160 ug</td>
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My First Acid Adventure
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I had previously taken magic mushrooms (cubensis) but never taken LSD. I had only smoked marijuana and done mushrooms up until the night I decided to do acid. My friend told me he had really strong tabs so I bought a couple thinking I'd go have a few with my mates or something like that, until I decided to start tripping.
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Instead, I decided to get high with my mates who were there already, and they said they could be trip sitters because they weren't on hallucinogens (just smoking weed and one was on ecstasy).
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I took one 160ug tab and was waiting and smoking marijuana which caused my perception of time to be slightly off. I thought it had been awhile and I wasn't feeling the LSD at all yet, I just felt pretty stoned smoking bongs almost back to back. After about 20-40 minutes, I decided to take another tab (making the total acid taken around 320ug) and sit for awhile.
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After I took the second tab there was not much time before the LSD started working. It felt as if a switch had been flipped and I was 100% sure I was feeling the effects. For the first half hour or so I spent so much time laughing my face hurt the next day and my abs hurt. After that time I'm not entirely sure but it felt like the second tab kicked in and I started experiencing a level of high I never have before.
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I remember looking at somebody telling them they need to calm down they're too high and they need to relax and they look so fucked up, then my mates explained to me later I was talking to myself in the mirror. I ended up staring into my long hair seeing it move and change colour and light intensity without actually moving it or doing anything. The walls of my mates house were breathing heavily at the same time as I was. The walls and I had synchronised breathing patterns for awhile when I started seeing patterns on the ceiling. I felt a bit surprised but not in a bad way, so I tried to close my eyes and relax for a moment but experienced intense closed eye visuals which were more colourful and more abstract patterns than with my eyes open.
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I kept my eyes open and my friends constantly tried to keep me in a good state of mind, which they managed to.
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My mate had to pick up his girlfriend from work, and he didn't want to leave anyone in his house alone or me by myself for safety reasons. He gave me an hour roughly before we had to go get her to get myself ready apparently, but it took most of that time tripping and sitting on the floor putting my shoes on.
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As we were about the leave the peak set in, three of us got in his car (me in the back) and he started driving. It was night and everything was dark, but it felt as if I was running very very fast or flying through the air because my window was open. It was one of the best feelings of my life, it felt like flying at high speeds or just cruising beyond my body. Since I was tripping so hard I didn't get any motion sickness for the most part, I was too busy looking around and phasing into different realities. I found that transitioning from being in one room or place or even looking at one spot to another felt like a significant change in the world and reality and everything. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I found that transitioning from being in one room or place or even looking at one spot to another felt like a significant change in the world and reality and everything.</div></div> I forgot I was in my friends car and on the floor in the back there is a raised section behind the middle console, I started stroking it and praising it, thinking it was my mate's dog. My mates both laughed at me very hard.
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We got to his girlfriends work (Mcdonalds) and one of my mates went in to get me water. He came back and gave it to me and firstly it was too heavy to hold, then for the next few hours I kept trying to hand it to different people asking if it was their drink I was holding.
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On the way back I was in absolute stupor and still peaking, laughing and watching the patterns form in my mate's car.
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As we arrived back they invited my close friend over to make sure I was okay and to me he appeared out of nowhere or a portal or something in the night and I just started yelling his name and hugging him and laughing until everyone told me to be quiet because it was late. Instead of going straight back into my mates house I stared at some trees and saw them all swirling around and animals move around in them in the dark which didn't exist. The stars seemed to draw figures and patterns and visibly move significant distances. I eventually went back into my mates house and he put some music videos on which I listened to and enjoyed but mostly tripped out hard at how many 'layers' or visual layers I was seeing in the videos.
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Probably a good 8 or 10 hours after taking the second tab, I was feeling very tired and very good still, like the nice feeling of ecstasy. I just lay down and tripped out for a long time and fell asleep. My dreams were extremely vivid although very abstract. My dreams were more hallucinatory than my waking hallucinations. I felt as if they were real and they confused me much more.
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The next day I woke up with a brutal headache and everything was too bright for me, so I had to wear sunglasses the entire day. It was pretty ruthless doing 320ug for my first time<!--and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone on their first time, -->, however, I did not experience any bad trip (which I have later from taking lower dosages of different acid) nor did I feel nauseated or like throwing up or experiencing diarrhea (which generally happens as I come down from hallucinogens). My body recovered extremely well other than the pounding headache which I got rid of with some painkillers or paracetamol. I can't remember all of the trip vividly, but it was the most intense experience I've ever had with drugs, moreso than cocaine, speed, mushrooms, hashish, etc.<!-- End Body -->
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I am writing this in july of 2009, two years and two months after the first time I had tripped on any kind of psychoactive. It was the last day of my freshman year of college and I could not wait to be finished. I had five hits of acid, and two of my best friends since middleschool had decided to go camping at a lake about 75 minutes from where we live. A place we had been to a million times before.
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So we arrive and set up camp and at 8:45 we dropped... I did two hits, 'deuce' and 'rosy' both did one.
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About 45 minutes after we dropped we all had this feeling of nervous energy coursing through our bodies. I was constantly tapping my feet because it felt good, no visuals yet. Around this time deuce says 'You know, the thing about acid is... It's not that it makes you hallucinate, it's that it just straight fuuuuucks you up.' Rosy and I laughed hysterically at this and agreed that it must be true... We were about to find out how wrong we were.
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10-20 minutes after deuce's observation I tried unsuccessfully to get deuce and rosy to go down to the water's edge with me. Finally realizing that no one else wanted to go I grabbed a bag of chips, a boombox, a flashlight and a gallon of water; not that I needed all this but I didn't want to get to the water's edge and think of something I might want and end up making several trips... 'better to be prepared' I muttered to myself.
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I turned and faced the direction of the water (which is about two to three hundred yards away from camp) and noticed how dark it really was. I took one long drag off my cigarette and received my first lsd induced visual; as I moved the cig away from my face I could distinctly the glow of the cherry and my hand move in slow motion. Almost like a brush stroke out of a painting, or as if someone had filmed this action and removed many of the frames to slow it down. This did not startle me, but produced an intense feeling of excitement. I took one last look at camp and had an urge to tell everyone what I just saw, but knew that I could not do it justice. Instead, I struck out for the water.
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There I was, trudging through waist-high grass carrying an absurd amount of things and smoking a cowboy killer. I arrived at the water's edge and sat down in the grass which made the grass a little taller than myself. I breifly took note that the seed pods of the weeds I was sitting amongst were pulsating, 'very cool' I thought. I fumbled around with the boombox and put in a mix cd I had made months before and hit shuffle. The first song that played was 'one of these days' by Pink Floyd. I remained in the sitting position for about half of the song observing the grass and all the subtle color changes it was going through. I knew the part where the bass really kicks in was coming up so I decided to lie down for it. As my back hit the ground the music kicked in. This was the first time I had seen the night sky.
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The midnight blue sky exploded with billions of stars, some of which were there and some of which were a result of the lsd, these billions of points of light swam around and danced as the music played. The sight was so beautiful that it literally took my breath away. I deeply inhaled and as I did the sky looked like it was getting closer, and when I exhaled the sky got farther away. This process of inhaling and exhaling repeated itself about six times before I actually caught my breath and returned to a normal rate of respiration. Once my respiration rate returned to normal the stars stopped dancing and spread out all across the sky and formed a plethora of geometric shapes; with little white lines connecting each star to another one. These shapes would then slowly rotate while each individual star would subtly change its hue. At this point I realized the song had stopped (the boombox was fucked up) so I took this opportunity to run back to camp and tell deuce and rosy all about it.
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Running the little trail back to camp was an experience that I still can not put into words, the feeling of the warm air on my face, the light of the campfire in the distance, the sound of my feet pounding the earth... It was amazing.
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I arrived at camp to find that rosy had taken the lantern and was wandering around the woods, while deuce was idly sitting staring at the burning wood. My heavy breathing combined with the look on my face must have alarmed him, because he asked if I was ok. I proceeded to try and explain what I had experienced, but was unable to. I ended up begging deuce to come down to the lake and check it out, but the stubborn bastard refused to do it. While I was trying to convinced deuce to go, rosy meandered back up to camp; I immediately laid into him 'Dude you fucking have to come down to the lake!' Rosy too refused my request. I would not relent, it was now a battle of wills. How long could deuce and rosy withstand my beligerent requests to go to the lake? I knew what had happend out there and neither one of them had experienced anything like that in the woods or at camp. After 10-15 minutes of nagging I finally got rosy to go to the lake with me.
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When we got there he had a very similar experience to what I did... 'We gotta get deuce down here man' said rosy.
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Eventually we all three were sitting by the water's edge, I was obsessed with the stars, rosy was looking across the lake (which is fucking huge) at a mountain-side covered with trees and deuce was looking at the surface of the water. I was breifly captivated by the water because it looked like it was moving with massive amounts of speed, yet it was realitively still. At this point I leaned back in my chair,looked up at the night sky and let out a gutteral yawp that could be heard for great distances. I just had the urge to do it, and when I did I could feel all the vibrations of my vocal chords and the air rushing out of my lungs out into the sky that I was so captivated by.
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Those were some of the highlights of the night.
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The effects wore off soon after the sun rose in the morning...<!--I would advise that anyone doing lsd for their first time do it with people you know well and can trust, and you need to do it in an environment where you feel safe and you have the least chance of running into an authority figure; whether that be a parent, spouse, significant other, cop etc. Etc. .... Enjoy your trips!--><!-- End Body -->
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So I decided to finaly try LSD with a good mate of mine. Being excited for about 2 weeks I thought there would be no problems what so ever because I had done lots of research and knew what could happen to me.
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Nothing could have prepared me for my experience.
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We both took 1 hit at about 3pm in the afternoon and then settled down for a quite afternoon/evening.
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We were pretty much waiting for it to hit us while watching tv, an hour passed and nothing.....and hour and a half passed, a slight head-ache but nothing....2 hours passed which made it about 5oclock with no effects what so ever. We then began to think that nothing would happen so I remembered about some weed we had stored away for a rainy afternoon, we got it and started to roll out some joints.
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At about 7pm, 4 hours after taking the LSD we smoked the weed and it might have not been the best option considering this was the first time I had taken LSD.
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Within 10 minutes we both just clicked into peak mode. It was like I was normal and then 1 second later I was tripping hard.
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I started to feel very scared and paraniod about what was going on, I didnt know what was happening to my mind. My friend still knew that we were only tripping but I didnt.
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By this stage I couldnt remember taking LSD and my mind was starting to play all sorts of tricks on me, I couldnt get a grip on what was real and what was fake. I started to doubt everything..even my best mate. I couldnt accept that it was all real, my mind was spinning and everything was moving in a fowards directions and everything looked digital, it all looked very smooth and fake. My perception of my best friend was a little man standing up inside my mind, he wasnt real and he was trying to trick me into things by telling me that we were only tripping on LSD, I couldnt believe him. I thought he was in my imagination and he wasnt real by of course he was. I was trying to fight against my mind so hard it was making me crazy. Everything felt as if it was a big mind game in my head, it felt as if I was not inside my body but I was a spirit flying around fighting inside my head and everything around me wasnt real, it wasnt there.
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I had no sense of feel left in my hands of legs, I trying holding a glass but it felt as if there was no weight in it, it was floating in mid air. This was all VERY scary and I was becoming a wreck...
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The first hour was the scariest hour of my lifetime...I though I was going to stay crazy for ever and it really was scary. After about an hour and peaking and being scared out of my mind, seeing everything from a different view I started to understand what was going on. It sort of clicked in my head after being told about 100 times that we wer eon LSD. I finaly got a grip on reality. I knew we were only tripping.
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Things started to change...I went on the couch and lied down to relax and listen to some music...amazing. The music felt as if it were playing inside me, it was so relaxing and enjoying.
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I remember looking at the walls and seeing them moving into weird shapes and colours, everything would not stop moving. It was fantastic after I had finaly got a grid on reality!!
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I'm still not really sure when or if I will do LSD again, I would like to experience it again because it really did open up my mind to a different and scary world...
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To sum it up, I had never been so scared of anything before in my life and it was truly terrifying not being able to control my thoughts and not being able to stop myself fighting my mind, but I am glad I went through some of it. I didnt really understand how powerfull a mind really is and I really do have alot more respect for LSD now, I'm not sure why it didnt take any effects after some hours and I'm sure the weed did something to set the LSD off because it was instant....
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I learnt that this drug needs respect, and if its to be taken it MUST be with nothing but respect for it....<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2003</td><td width="90">ExpID: 23290</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
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My most memorable lsd experience was the first time I ever done it. I had stayed at my friend Barry's house the night before and so did our friend Griff, that morning our other friends Chad and Rachael came because we was all planning on going to Barry's brothers house and hang out. A few minutes before we left we was all in Barry's room getting ready to smoke a joint and Barry's friend Sonny came in, he told him that he had liquid acid and it was $8 a hit, normally all of us would tell this man to stick his $8 acid up his ass but this is a small redneck town where you will get to come across acid once every other year so how could we refuse. everone only had enough money to get 2 hits, but after I got my 2 hits I started thinking that after this when will I get to trip again so I said I wanted 2 more.
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Sonny talked me into doing them then instead of later so I bought 2 more but when he gave me the 2nd hit he 'accidently' gave me a 3rd hit. after this we got 2 hits for Barry's brother and went to his house, on the way there I noticed my weed buzz was getting better and better, I could tell that I was starting to come up, and then when we got there I realized I had never been so fucked up in my life, Rachael told me to walk in the bathroom with her and she pointed at the flowery wallpaper in Greg's bathroom, the flowers began to move slowly, and I started thinking to mysself this is it Im beginning to trip. As I walked out of the bathroom into Greg's living room I felt the ground shaking like an earthqauke I really freaked out because I didnt know that I could feel stuff like that when you are tripping but I guess you can. After I figured out what was really going on I walked outside with everyone else.
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We all decided to go to this cave up above Greg's house, it was in the middle of a large feild, the guy who owned it had cows, sheep, horses all kinds of stuff, it was a farm basically. On our way to the cave I had to slow down and catch my breathe because it was hot and I felt like I was going to pass out, The sun was so bright, it was a bright orange, and at one point it felt as if I was standing on the sun. I looked down at the ground and I noticed neon blue Greatful Dead Bears being flashed in front of me as if it was done with a laser pointer.
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When I got to the cave I started walking down into the hole in the ground, I am usually afraid to walk down things like that, I guess I was always afraid to fall, but where there was usually fear was triumph, I fell once on my way down but got right back up and started again and I made it. It was so strange when I was walking down the path it looked like the everything was cheaple animated like as a cartoon charector would see if he was watching himself walk down a very steep hill. When we all reached the bottom everyone got down in the water and walked into the cave itself. I just sat down on the grass. I looked up at the walls of the cave and the circular walls of rock was there but there was what looked like a white and green liquid oozing down the walls of the outer part of the cave and all flowing into the inner part of the cave, it looked like melting ice cream. I freaked out, I jumped up and started screaming for help, everyone else freaked out and started running to where I was at but before they could even get out of the water I remember yelling, this is fucking awesome. There was nothing to be afraid of. I then sat back down and I looked at my hand and it was decaying into bone, everyone saw me and started laughing because they knew I was peaking my balls off.
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After I finally quit looking at my hand I lyed down in the grass and looked up at the sky, it was still blue but the clouds were moving in very fast motion and they were changing colors in the process. It was kinda like what the sky looked like in the Doors when Jim Morrison is following the indian to the cavern. When I sat back up I noticed that my pants were breathing, when they exhaled my blue jeans turned into blue potleafs in this non stop pattern. After spending about 2 hours in the cave we all came out, I came out a different person then what I was when I went in.
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After we all got out we all just kinda spread out a little bit in the feild and I was lying on my back and so was everyone else and we were anywhere from 15 to 50 feet away from each other and we could all talk in normal volume and we could hear each other perfectly clear, it was as if we left our bodies on the ground and our souls had flown to the sky. We layed there for about 10 minues, after that we decided we should go back to Greg's but on our way back to his house the guy that owned the feild showed up and the sad thing was I didnt realize it because I was licking on a grape sucker and I started staring at it because the different shades of purple was moving around and making cool shapes, when I realized that the owner was there I caught myself laughing my ass off, Greg got me to be quiet but I couldnt help it.
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After the owner left we all went back to Greg's house, on the way back I kept telling everyone that the owner was the worm and that he represented everything evil in the world, when we got back to Greg's we sat on his front porch overlooking a large field of sheep, while we was sitting there the dreaded owner went down to the field to feed the sheep, when he got their food out they all started running towards their food bin, normally people probably wouldn't really notice it but for me it was one of the coolest things I saw all day. We stayed at Greg's house pretty late. When we went back to Barry's house Chad and Rachael followed us there. They stayed there for a while but then went home. It was about 3 in the morning and me, Barry, and Griff were wide awake, Barry brought out some of is moms magazines and usually we was making fun of everything his mom liked but for some reason looking at the magazines was fun, we was going through them and deciding which girls we wanted to have sex with.
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Finally after awhile we got bored and decided to go outside. I was still having a little bit of visual but not much. We decided to throw rocks at this sign about 50 feet away and we all tried a few times, they hit it but I didnt. We went back into Barry's house and Barry fixed Romain Noodles for us. It had been a long time since I ate them. It felt weird eating them, they felt so slimy. After we ate we went into Barry's room, we rolled a joint to smoke in the morning. About this time it was morning, it was about 7 so we all decided to get some rest. We all 3 slept for about 3 or 4 hours, when we woke up we just sat there and talked about how we felt about the trip for awhile. I didnt have any visuals or anything and the head trip was still there alittle bit so I felt really good. When Barry was giving me a ride home we smoked that joint and the body buzz of the acid hit me all over again. When I got home my mom just thought I was fucked up on dope, she had no idea that it was acid, and that is my most memorable experience on lsd.<!-- End Body -->
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It was late April, and my friend (let's call him E) had the house to himself while his dad was in Mexico. The two of us had been strengthening our friendship through weed, and frequently talked about engaging in psychedelic experiences. He told me he had a plug nearby where he could buy 350 microgram tabs for cheap. I was ecstatic, of course, as I had only previously taken a small dose of 75 micrograms ( the results were significant, but nothing to write home about necessarily).
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Him and I quickly planned to set up a trip-day and everything leading up to the day went smoothly. The morning of, I kept track of my heart rate on my samsung galaxy watch and made sure to keep it low enough to maintain a peaceful state of mind. Before driving down to where E lives, I spent the afternoon with my other friend, whom I nervously ate chinese food with. The stress and anticipation for the trip made it difficult to eat, and so I took it with me. I’m not entirely certain of what happened leading up to getting the tabs, but E and I were ready to go at around 4:40 PM that afternoon after having driven down a few hours earlier.
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Before me lay the 350 microgram aqua-green square of infinite wonder. I was spooked, but hyped nonetheless. I kept telling E that this was almost 5 times the dose that I had originally taken a few months earlier. He suggested I cut the tab in half since I had my doubts, but I pushed through anyways. At 5:00, we had both placed the tabs on our tongues and I defected to the other room to meditate and clear my head while the acid slowly seeped into me. As soon as I felt the tab completely dissolve, I went back into the main living room and tried my best to set the mood and relax with E. Part of this was turning on “Drive Home,” by Steven Wilson on the Youtube TV---a really beautiful and emotional song that is close to my heart. We discussed that we ought to have our own “tether” that would anchor us to reality if things were to go completely sideways. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">We discussed that we ought to have our own “tether” that would anchor us to reality if things were to go completely sideways.</div></div> Mine was the aforementioned watch, E’s---his special ring.
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It wasn’t until about 20 minutes in did I notice some changes. My face turned flushed and red, I started feeling really hot. Soon after, the first initial impact hit me like a ton of bricks. Immediately I started to become a bit hysterical. “This wasn’t I expected at all,'' was probably what I was thinking. My extremities began to turn numb and tingly, like I had just slept on them for a few hours after a nap. I tore off my shirt and guzzled down all the water I could. It took a little bit longer for him to get there, but E started sharing similar experiences. Every wave of tingling energy made me feel like I was right on the edge of losing consciousness. In fact, it was the same feeling I felt right before passing out and having a seizure in the ER---only extended indefinitely. I tried turning on a more calming song, but its normally gorgeous and soothing harmonies turned sour and awful. I was emotionally distressed by this and started to grow more hysterical.
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Everything that happened around this point in the story is very difficult for me to keep track of; and I only have a rough idea of the context of some of the experiences I plan to write about. However, the general cloud of hysteria grew larger and E and I turned on survival mode.
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It became clear quickly that neither of us could handle nor comprehend what was happening. The environment around me took a life on its own. We sat on the couch together, hand in hand, exclaiming in our own shared hysteria. It felt like we were riding on the same rollercoaster, our trips had synced up. Whatever it was that we experienced came in waves. E would tighten his grip on my hand and say “Hold on...I’m peaking…” a few times; which of course caused me to tumble down the rabbit hole even further. Proportions of the room, distances between walls and the sizes and shapes of objects around me dissolved into mere suggestions of their nature; the most debilitating effect overall was the struggle to maintain spatial awareness throughout the house.
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Everything that made up my field of view became a wash of bright colors and indistinguishable textures. However, the more I looked at a specific object, the clearer it became. As these visuals settled in to both my mind and E’s, we began to desperately hold onto reality. The two of us walked throughout the house, reciting facts about our lives that we both knew absolutely to be true. I ended up completely glued to the watch. The blue watch face on the screen bulged and shifted and made it difficult to read time. It was around 8:30 pm or so when I realized I was counting and announcing every minute to E that went by. At this point I was panicking because I knew I was experiencing a bad trip. I told E that we needed someone else to tripsit us. He agreed, and I messaged my other best friend (let’s call him B) with plenty of difficulty. The keys seemed to be in a different position on my phone’s screen every time I looked at it, and my messages were short and nondescript. Luckily, B made it about 20 minutes later.
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B took mine and E’s experience to be rather funny. He approached the situation calmly, even making the observation that we had made the entire downstairs a mess. B’s presence put me at ease very quickly, and eventually the acid winded slowly down to just a good fuzzy feeling at around 11:00 pm. The three of us wrapped up the night with a fat blunt and some good music. However, this would only be the beginning of the comedown that would last until late in the afternoon the next day. I got zero sleep that night. There’s something about acid that keeps my mind racing at a hundred miles per hour. I felt deathly exhausted, like my entire body and consciousness was hurled through a jet engine, but I didn’t once doze off. My legs felt stiff and sore, as did my jaw and neck, like they had been clenched for a really long time. The next morning, B had come over again. He was selling wax, and E and I bought a few grams. So a little later at around 10:00 am, I took a healthy-sized dab to see if I could remedy some of the effects from the night before. Interestingly enough, the dab triggered some of the memories I had <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">the dab triggered some of the memories I had</div></div>, and since I was occupying the same trip-space, I ended up living through flashbacks of the whole night.
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The entire trip was an extremely fun yet sobering experience. 350 micrograms kicked the life out of me; I am even willing to say that I experienced an ego-death. Acid is not unlike a black hole, and I had to cling on to whatever I could before I passed through the event horizon.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
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This describes one of my last experiences with LSD. Before this experience I had taken LSD maybe 20 times and mushrooms less than 10 times. I also had prior experiences with marijuana, inhalents, alcohol, and nicotine but I was not a regular user of any of these. It had been about 5 years since my previous experience with hallucinogens. The intervals between LSD experiences had grown longer with time <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The intervals between LSD experiences had grown longer with time</div></div>, and the doses had grown larger too, in an effort to somehow test myself and touch back on something very wonderful that I'd once experienced on LSD. I was not taking any prescription medication; although, I probably would have been a good candidate for Prozac at that time and was what you might call depressed.
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I was spending my birthday alone. I recall it was going to be the world premier of Madonna's 'Erotica' video on MTV. I was at a place in my life where I very much wanted to be successful at something, but I didn't think I was accomplishing much. I can see now that I was pulled in too many directions by my naive ideas of 'success' or 'doing right.' I was in graduate school, nearing completion of a PhD in a subject I wasn't much interested in, and I was feeling very sorry for myself. I was lost and trying to get found, either by finding my self or finding my non-self. I was a Buddhist and practicing meditation and had a pretty good vocabulary to describe my experience.
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I had bought some LSD from a friend who assured me it was very good and strong. I had really quite forgotten what the actual experience of acid was like, and I wanted to get an unambiguous dose, so I decided to take all 4 hits at once. It was early evening (8pm), my housemates had already come home and gone out for the night, so I took four hits under my tongue and swallowed the paper when I felt myself starting to get altered. As the buzz increased, it was like, 'Oh yes, I remember this. Hello. This is really it.'
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I was laying on the couch and watching TV and getting quite high. I hung on as long as I could stand to watch (waiting for the Madonna video), but the faces on TV kept flashing to weird and sinister forms <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">the faces on TV kept flashing to weird and sinister forms</div></div>. Of course I kept telling myself that it was all my projection, just the inner part of my mind manifesting, and, yes, it was unpleasant. I did some stretches and deep breathing to try to relax. I prayed to the drug and my mind to please let this be a learning experience. And please let me not hurt anyone.
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By this time I was really getting overwhelmed by the visuals and had to turn off the TV and reduce the stimulation. Madonna's video came on and I couldn't understand it, but it had some powerful images and I liked the music. I was giving myself worrying thoughts. How would I know if I did something to hurt myself? What would prevent me from drinking poison or stabbing myself or mistaking a housemate for an evil being and killing them, etc., etc., etc., ad nauseum into the most extruciating loops of yes/no, 'who said that, 'who said that?'.'
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Somehow, of course, there is a part of the mind in all this that is still just observing. Even as the panic was intensifying, there is something which is capable of noticing things, and which is capable of directing action. As I noticed this, I somehow formed the thought that, 'Yes, you might do something to hurt yourself or others. But if you notice something that doesn't seem right, just slow down a little and consider changing course.' This was not a complete relief from the looping thoughts or fantasies, but it did provide a little fresh air. Even if I had no confidence or was lost in confusion, I could just notice things as best as I could, and just try to do the reasonable thing.
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This helped a lot, and it inspired me to call a friend. I don't think I outright asked for help, but she spoke to me very plainly, asking what was going on. I explained I had taken the acid her friends had sold me and I was very confused and scared and ... But suddenly, the most interesting thing happened. As I tried to explain what was happening, I tried to find a center or a problem or a locus of my experience, and I could not find it at all. It was as if a great space had just become apparent. I still felt quite high, but I had to conclude that absolutely nothing weird was happening. I had taken this drug, and, moments ago, I had been completely delirious, but now it seemed as if there was nothing but a kind of dumbfounded responsiveness. It was all happening and yet nothing was happening. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">It was all happening and yet nothing was happening.</div></div>
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I'm not sure how to explain this part, but somehow the trip transitioned. It was about 11pm, and I recall not knowing what to do with myself, so I called up the girls who had sold me the acid. They were two very cute lesbians, possibly bisexual, and they invited me over to their apartment to hang out. Still feeling very high, and now somewhat sexually excited, I got myself together enough to walk over to their place. The evening air was cool and refreshing, and the walk of 1.5 to 2 miles was very grounding.
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When I got there, my mind was somewhat racing, but it was still possible to connect in a good-natured way. I feel somewhat shy and awkward, but it seems always possible to get along with a little humor and honesty. They had another fellow visiting who showed us the scars on his abdomen where he had been nearly severed in a motorcycle accident when he was pinned between a semi and a car. Wow. The girls and he had been drinking and had snorted a little speed. We just hung out watching music videos and talking. The other chap left around 3 or 4am, and I stayed until dawn. I had some unrequited love-type feelings for one of the girls, who was very attractive, but it seemed to be okay to just experience that lustful feeling without trying to particularly act on it. I finally walked home as the sun was coming up and enjoyed the sunrise and feeling of activity starting to pick up in the small town.
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LSD is really great. But you never know what will come of it. There is always a journey involved, usually with some struggles, fear, and paranoia. Seeming truths arise and pass away. It may be possible to hold them for a while, but in the end you are holding to something different than the truth that once was. The psychedelic and entheogenic qualities of the drug seem to allow the mind to compress and expand experience without as many walls or rules as usual. It is interesting how there are consistent patterns to one's experience, though. The senses and the habits of personality, emotion, and cognition do flex and bend, but there is regularity and repetition. Sometimes it is happy, sometimes sad; LSD is a great potentiator. This experience was a culmination of many acid experiences. Yes, it is everything; yes, it is nothing. The journey continues.
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr>
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2g phenibut HCL was consumed at approximately 06.50. Then at roughly 08.00 (T+0) I dropped half a 150ug Dr. Seuss tab of LSD.
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T+1.45: I have definitely been feeling the LSD coming on for the last hour or so, I think because of the phenibut there has been a little less of the jitters and anxiety that I would usually get at that phase. I have experienced some gastrointestinal upset and am contemplating having a cup of kratom to try settle these symptoms. I quit kratom for about 6 months, but I have stupidly let myself fall lure to opiates again and believe I may have a mild physical dependency again.
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Although I had no specific plan for this trip going in, I have had a feeling that I need to re-connect with a side of myself that I have lost through blindsided opioid and benzo use for some time now and I hope this trip might be able to help shine a bit of light on that part of myself and I also hope it can help get my creative juices flowing a bit more freely again. I also just wanted a nice gentle re-introduction into the world of psychedelia. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I also just wanted a nice gentle re-introduction into the world of psychedelia.</div></div>
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T+1.50: I would describe the visuals at this point to be pretty standard for what to expect from LSD at this dose. It is mainly manifest in a gentle shimmering “quality” to everything. Details are also more apparent – heightened pattern recognition. So far, apart from possible anxiolysis the phenibut definitely doesn’t seem to have the same ‘dulling’ qualitative impact on the experience as a benzodiazepine does. My only experience of combining LSD and phenibut in the past was one time, with lower doses of each, roughly 1 – 1.2g phenibut and 30ug LSD, it resulted in a mildly manic but still rather pleasant day (I was pretty active that day).
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T+2.40: Smoking a pipe of hash definitely helped things pick up a notch. It’s all merging into a nice mellow very mild psychedelic soup. Phenibut usually takes about 5 – 6 hours to reach peak effects for me so I have the paradoxical effect of the LSD rising yet my mood mellowing with the Phenibut. It’s a very pleasant experience, Chimacum Rain by Linda Perhacs is sounding beautiful pouring soothingly out of my speakers. I think I’m going to refrain from Kratom for a while at least. It’s like all walls and boundaries are loosened ever so slightly.
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Possible slight ego-strengthening effects from the Phenibut. Not necessarily a positive or a negative – depends on purpose. I could see this combo definitely being good in a social setting, or a personal setting when working with an already fragile ego / sense of self.
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T+3.20: I’m contemplating going on a little cycle around the neighbourhood. Just as a way of getting out and experiencing the day a bit. It’s cold and cloudy but there are some bursts of sunshine.
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T+4.05: Just back in from my cycle. The cycle went well, it was nice being out in the fresh air and it eased the flow of my thoughts. The exercise is good for working out some of the tension that can arise from the stimulating aspect of LSD. On this dose I felt that my road-sense was near impeccable – if anything sharper than if I had just been stoned on cannabis.
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A couple of thoughts to bring back from the cycle: The human is found in the flaws beneath the cracks (sterility = no life?) - Humans are builders – Who is the Master Builder?
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Cycling past a sterile white empty row of upper middle-class houses, the only sense of soul I could find was in brush strokes of the shoddily painted and cracking portion of wall leading out of the <!-- Willow Field--> estate…
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T+4.50: A few little aches, pains and grievances have started to prevail which I think may be some mild kratom withdrawal symptoms. I have been trying to monitor my usage, but I have been using opioids, such as kratom, heroin and codeine, if not always heavily, pretty much continuously for the past month or so. Not to mention cycling benzos on and off too. I have realised that I need to stop this unhealthy usage and not become a slave to the Nill Mind. But! For the sake of this trip I am going to drink a small cup of kratom.
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Is Xanax this generation's MK-Ultra weapon? Alprazolam is a bad drug, definitely worse even than diazepam. Whole segments of the past 3 days since I scored a few bars are lost to me - lost to the Xanax void. I don’t recall feeling particularly high at any point, but I must have been dosing compulsively. At least with diazepam there is a pleasant muscle relaxant property, and I personally am not nearly as prone to black-outs with it, even at high doses. Benzos are my Achilles heel, I constantly disavow them, yet I always allow them to find a way back into my life.
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T+5.00: Drink 1 tsp (3 – 4g) of Red Thai kratom. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">T+5.00: Drink 1 tsp (3 – 4g) of Red Thai kratom.</div></div>
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Spent some time chilling out and watching Rick and Morty – perfect trip watching.
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It’s the irrational in us that makes us human. – The chaos, the unpredictability of our psyches is what truly define us as alive. You can never truly predict humans, there is always the possibility of the one chaotic subversive and the infinite possibilities that can stem from that one.
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This feels like gently dipping my toe back into the psychedelic pool. I look forward to diving deeper in the future. It’s been a very enjoyable and gentle baptism back in to the church of Psychonautica.
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In Conclusion: Phenibut and LSD is a pretty synergistic and enjoyable combination. The 2g dose of Phenibut may have been a little on the heavy side as there was definitely a diminished peak and the trip was shorter than usual. This would be a perfect combination for a social trip as the Phenibut takes the edge off the LSD and provides some gentle confidence.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 27</td><td> </td></tr>
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A few weeks ago my GF (we’ll call her “Summer”) and I (we’ll call me “Valk”) did our first trip on LSD, taking 150ug. Experience was amazing for us. Visuals, mental expansion, good conversations, everything we hoped for our first time but it left us a bit hungry to go higher, expand our minds further, to see *more*. So with that in mind we decided to drop 250ug in an incremental increase of what we did our first time. And oh boy. It was a ride. Not sure if the dosage was higher than we were told or if the effects going from 150ug and 250ug are just that much more pronounced but wow. Visuals everywhere of all kinds, some ego-death like experiences reminiscent of losing a sense of self and what reality is (your place in the world, where you begin and end, losing a sense of perspective in thought, thinking from a third person “view” and etc), thought loops, synesthesia, moments of overwhelming euphoria, love, tears, fear, and also some panic about safety and hurting oneself (not suicidal, but just thoughts of possible injury while tripping). Was an experience. Trip lasted in total, from taking the tabs to getting in bed trying to sleep, about 12-13 hours. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Trip lasted in total, from taking the tabs to getting in bed trying to sleep, about 12-13 hours.</div></div> Also this is mostly written from my perspective, but at times Summer adds her thoughts. Enjoy!
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So after showering, cleaning myself up, and putting on some clothes I had put out for tripping, Summer and I took one tab at around 8:20PM, supposedly 250ug each. Putting them under our tongue we left them there for around 5 minutes or so before swallowing them with a little bit of water. After that we chilled, talked about random stuff and what we expected to happen, ate some food, set up our VR headsets in advance to make it easy in case we wanted to get on, and waited for the effects to start.
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Summer Thoughts: "The thing I always notice during the come-up is some stomach discomfort. It feels kinda like negative G forces like when you’re falling on a roller coaster or suddenly cresting a hill while driving. There is also a decent amount of jaw pressure like someone is grabbing the sides of your mouth and squeezing. These feelings slowly fade as you approach the peak, and completely disappear once you hit it."
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As happened in our last trip, the effects took about an hour to really get rolling/started but once they did they were very apparent. Laying on the floor together looking at the ceiling which has a soffit running down the middle, and seeing it get wavy and pulse slowly, I knew we were well on our way. Throwing on a YouTube playlist with good music/visuals, we laid around enjoying ourselves on the floor or the couch talking about stuff and just enjoying the sights as they started to manifest.
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After awhile, and due to me pretty much drinking water the whole time (being on acid I’ve discovered gives me a need to drink a lot), we decided to venture out of the computer room and towards the bathroom. Going to the bathroom and leaving the “safety” of the office/computer room is always a bit of a production for us when we’re tripping and we pretty much always do it together when we drop, as being apart seems to on occasion send Summer (or me possibly) into a bad space if we don’t have each other there as a rock to lean on. At this point we were definitely on the come-up but not quite peaking yet. Pretty good amount of visuals, some audio distortion, and we definitely were getting into a mental head space together. After a thankfully uneventful trip to the bathroom, not counting the bug we saw on the wall haha, we were back in the office just chilling and watching our trip playlist on the 4k flat screen TV.
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What I’ve found amazing about acid is just how much color it can add to usually black and white only images/videos. There’s this amazing animation on YT that is black and white only but combine it with acid and it feels as if there is color everywhere in it. Like rainbow effects in every cell, every frame. Kind of like what you see looking through a prism or what it projects onto a wall. That combined with the jaw dropping soundtrack it makes for an amazing video to trip to. I ended up getting on my knees on the floor with my feet tucked beneath me, allowing all my focus to go into the video. It becomes a surreal experience, my entire world, my entire existence becomes this animation. It’s an amazing thing to feel and is hyper powerful. Also watched an Alan Watts music video which is also absolutely jaw dropping. They both are great videos to come-up on as the effects are hitting me. The last video has actually made me cry it felt so emotional in the moment. As do other videos on this drug, it boosts my emotions soooo much.
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Summer Thoughts: "The difference between 150ug and 250ug when it came to visuals and sounds was considerable. 150 had patterns manifest on surfaces and behind closed eyes, but 250 felt like visuals were overlaying your entire vision. Everywhere I looked, patterns and rainbow swirls took over, and the more I let my vision “space out”, the more intense it got. Meanwhile, sound was getting very distorted. Sometimes it felt like sounds were coming out of boxes, or that things were stuttering. We could feel the nature of sound change if we held a cup close to our ears. At one point, music didn’t even sound like music anymore as it was so choppy, pitch shifted, warbley, and just outright chaotic. Couple this with synesthesia and suddenly I was seeing sounds, feeling smells, hearing visuals all while my brain was highly influenced by any change in mood or emotion. Every sensory input was felt throughout all of my senses and it was such a profound experience. It’s one of those things you truly need to experience to understand."
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For awhile longer we watched more videos, talked, looked at the walls, Summer poured me some Pepsi and paused for a second mid-pour (for her she said that pause felt like minutes), I had a moment where I was unsure where my body ended and where it began, and we just enjoyed everything. After that there was another trip to the bathroom. At this point we were just about to reach the peak and were really beginning to experience the visuals as they were becoming very noticeable even without having to focus on any one thing. For example the wall in the front bathroom of our condo is so good for this drug lol. It breathes, and swirls, and changes shape all around you; it seems as if the bathroom itself seems to breath. Also note these bathroom trips probably happened every hour from now until the end of the trip, so I’ll stop mentioning them. But realize this regularness, bathroom breaks every hour, maybe contributed to some of the mental looping we found ourselves in later. A reality that repeats in regular ways, like going to the bathroom every hour, can get me thinking in loops. Sadly though we did one bad thing when we went to the bathroom this time, we left the door open to the office when we were gone and our cat JoJo managed to get inside without us realizing.
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As we got back into the room, we shut the door and I started to look at some of the art in the room. Was at this point I started to believe I’d peaked as the visuals were becoming much, much more insane compared to our last trip. The art and posters were literally exploding for me, faces breaking apart, morphing and pulsing as they grew smaller and larger, things sliding apart, pieces of the drawings appeared 3D and seemed to come out of the posters/paintings, rainbows and halos around what seemed to be everything, and etc. Was an amazingly beautiful view for me. Sounds as if it would be scary to see these things happen but in the moment for me, it was just a sense of “omg this is fucking awesome” lol.
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It was soon after this we finally realized the cat was in-fact in the room with us. JoJo is a great cat but he can be hella stubborn sometimes and hard to get out of a room. And as it was the middle of the night, as cats do, he can get into this mood and start acting restless and crazy. Now when you’re tripping balls and you’re around a kitty that can be aggressive sometimes and/or extra playful/stubborn, that can lead to bad thoughts which at this point in your trip nearing and/or at the peak, can have drastic ramifications for your state of mind. This is what happened to Summer.
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I was on the floor trying to coax Jojo out from beneath the couch-side table in the corner and she was on the edge of the couch by the table. After a few seconds no luck, Summer gets up to go across the room to the desk to get the laser pointer (always a good way to get a cat to go where you want) and as she’s getting up Summer has this acid induced “vision/hallucination” of Jojo leaping at her and attacking her that then set her off in a really bad way. Was like flipping a switch. I was distracted with the cat, but as she came back with the laser point I look up at her and see her face. Her eyes have this look of absolute terrified panic, like... the look of incredible fear… as if she has just seen a demon or some other mind meltingly terror inducing entity. It’s hard to describe but it immediately freaked me out and she begins to frantically cling to me telling me to never let go, to please, please, please, not let go of her. I grabbed her tightly, my arms around her, telling her over and over I’m not going anywhere, that I won’t ever let go as long as she wants, reminding her that I love her and that she’s safe with me. I made sure she was safe and somewhat calmed down and got the cat out of the room.
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Summer Thoughts: "This is when everything started going downhill for me. When the cat was acting weird, it started unnerving me as it always does when I’m tripping, but this time it went a little further. Valk tells me Jojo didn’t actually do anything hostile, but my fragile sense of reality led to me seeing Jojo come at me like he was literally trying to kill me. My brain was so impressionable, emotional, and easily influenced in that moment that it freaked me the fuck out. I blacked out. It’s like when you hear of people getting so angry that they black out and beat the fuck out of someone and finally come to minutes later wondering what happened. That’s how it was for me, but instead of attacking the cat, I was apparently just frantically trying to get him out of the room. What brought me back was Valk holding me telling me to come back and that everything was okay. When I realized that I had lost control of myself, this sent me into a negative thought loop for hours. I was so terrified that I was going to lose control again and hurt myself somehow, and I just couldn’t get over it."
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Was at this point we started rolling hard, riding that wave at the peak, riding the crest of the wave and surfing down the steep cliff of its face. I was truly realizing now that this trip definitely is a magnitude more powerful experience than our previous time when we did 150ug. The next handful of hours were a blur but I’ll try to hit some of the things I remember.
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Experiencing mental loops where you find yourself looping back to the same thoughts as if you’re in a cage of your own making/mind, unable to break out. Conscious of the fact you’re looping mentally but unable to stop these thoughts. I wrote in our journal at one point that it's a feeling of helplessness. Stuck in your mind, unable to stop looping. These loops aren’t always terrifying or bad, but you are unable at times to end the cycle, making you feel helpless, unable to control your own mind.
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For example, Summer was experiencing a loop that she got stuck on for a bunch of our peak, whether she was really tripping or not, was this reality or not, was she real or not, and etc. Having to remind herself that she’s just in our condo, in our office, doing acid with me and that it would eventually end. She would know this and understand it but would then have herself loop back to questioning what is happening, if she is real, if this is real, entirely forgetting again that she is just laying on the floor of our office on the carpet or sitting on the couch with me. An existential crisis. And looping like that again and again and again and again. And the thing is, and I can confirm this from my own experiences, she was at times aware she was in a loop but unable to escape. It’s like being pulled along, almost as if something is forcing you to experience these thoughts over and over again. Your whole world is often time condensed down to this thought, you almost lose track of your surroundings and are consumed inside your head, even if you have your eyes open.
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Summer Thoughts: "So, Valk summed this stage up for me pretty well. The majority of my thought loops at this point were along the lines of “What if I never stop tripping and I’m stuck in this helpless state forever?” and “Does the sober existence I keep trying to reassure myself of actually exist, or is this all something I am making up in the moment?” <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">“Does the sober existence I keep trying to reassure myself of actually exist, or is this all something I am making up in the moment?”</div></div> I was almost certain, for what seemed like an eternity, that Summer did not exist and never has. I completely lost touch with myself, and had begun talking about myself in third person. I never felt like anyone else, but I certainly didn’t feel like myself either. I remember thinking over and over that I just want this to end. It was miserable."
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Loops like this can take on a life of their own too, as you seem to almost descend into them. Further and further down into you mind or into the idea you’re looping back to. I mentioned to Summer at the time that it was like going down a sinkhole, a sinkhole with paths that wind down around the walls of the hole, going around and around down and down further and further. But what can happen is sometimes you can trip and fall and instead of winding around the wall and walking the path, you fall headlong down into the pit. Reaching places you aren’t mentally prepared for as you didn’t take the path down but fell headlong towards the bottom, giving you a burst of emotion or a burst of thought that can be too powerful for you to handle causing you to react very powerfully to. Either in a good or bad way.
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One thing that happened to me during this point in the trip is I was having a hard time keeping myself from tempting fate in the sense that I wanted to purposely fall down that previously mentioned sinkhole, or something like that, and see where it would lead me. Like I wanted to go out into the dark of the living room with the lights off, me tripping BALLS, and see what I saw: both mentally and visually. Let my mind free, let it take me wherever it wanted, and letting my brain manifest whatever it wanted me to see/hear/smell/touch.
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At some point, while Summer and I were laying on the carpet together again, I told Summer of this and she began clinging to me again begging me not to go out there with a lil bit of panic in her voice. (She later said she thought I meant like outside the condo, which I can understand.) Though even if she had known at the time that I only meant the living room, just the dark and shadows would have probably been a big no-no for her.
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That thought consumed me for awhile and I got stuck wondering if I really did want to go out there and explore the deeper parts of my psyche or not, and for what reason. It felt like the person that was me was trying to actively fight from letting that happen. I kept telling myself, or kept telling the entity that was me, that on a rational level I didn’t want to do that because Summer was going to need me and I couldn’t ignore her to explore myself. But then I began thinking was that just my subconscious trying to give me a reason not to do it, it saying do not do that you’ll regret it, in a way I would be able to understand and likely agree to. And the thing is that there were parts of this thought process that felt like it wasn’t me thinking it but as if I was thinking of myself in the third-person.Thinking outside of myself. Not me thinking it but the entity known as Valkeir, if that entity even was a thing at that point for me. Eventually after looping through this a bit I came to the conclusion that it was probably good Summer was there to keep me from doing it, regardless of the reason, just because going into a dark room with shadows, with some of the thoughts that were rattling around in my brain, and being by myself, may have been a recipe for disaster and she kept me from that. Kept me from falling into a possible pit of something through her need for my presence.
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A good summary for this part of the trip, at the peak, is that it was somewhat like a lucid waking dream <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">it was somewhat like a lucid waking dream</div></div>. You are awake, but at the same time you feel as if you are dreaming. This awareness is counter-intuitive because even though you feel like you are dreaming, you aren’t in control at the same time. Very similar to being in an actual dream and realizing you are dreaming but unable to wake up from it. Also just like in a dream your situation, your mood, your emotions can change on a dime. Things/visuals/sounds can be mentally indistinct, but at the same time vivid. Your entire world can constrict to your body, your mind, your partner, a video, your leggings as the patterns swirl, etc. There is nothing else. This is your world now.
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Also a reminder, this entire time the visuals were literally everywhere still, they went on for hours and hours. At times you’d feel the need to close your eyes to give them a rest as it’s exhausting, your eyes feel tired from all the stimulus, but there is no rest. Even with your eyes closed you see colors, and shapes, and fractal patterns dancing in the darkness of your eyelids. “So out of breath from seeing things,” is how we put it. You feel exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally from such an experience.
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After maybe an hour or two longer, we were beginning to come down from the big peak and starting to go down the backside. The subsequent peaks getting less and less intense. During this phase it felt as if we were gaining a sense of perspective back. For example while at the peak it felt like we were losing a sense of perspective or a sense of self, and coming down from that huge peak we’re slowly gaining perspective back, settling back into a sense of “I” or “me” rather than “him/her” or even more indistinct pronouns (if you’re even using pronouns). We both were able to get our brains back in a lil bit of order again, at least to the point where we both agreed there were no more existential crises that were going to happen or intense hallucinations and ended up getting intimate and it ended up being really really fun! Wasn’t able to quite cum this time, as it’s still really hard to stay focused long enough, my brain was still going a million miles a minute and every single stimulus was a possible distraction from what my partner was doing. But just gotta say Summer has a very very talented tongue and my sense of feeling her touch and tongue was exquisite. A++++ for effort, would have sex on the floor again.
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At some point, towards the last maybe ⅓ of the trip we ended up watching Dean Deacon's "When I Was Done Dying". And I just started crying with tears running down my face during it, it summed up so much of what we had experienced, experiences that I’ve really only touched the surface of in this trip report. Sooo much more happened that I haven’t even mentioned. Tripping is an experience that lasts for hours and hours, and hours. For us, easily 8-12 hours of real time, and in the trip those 8-12 hours can feel like a lifetime, multiple lifetimes, an endless sequence of eternities. I could fill up another 6 pages with our experiences, but it’s so hard to put into words adequately, especially now two days later, what we went through that night and early morning. But in this video they do it beautifully. Soooo many scenes in the video hit REALLY REALLY hard and are sooo fitting.
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This trip report documents the experiences of Paul and Shan -
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The weekend planning started a week prior, when we were sitting together doing our university assignments. We had been talking about an epic final send off to psychedelics, to which we had tried but never felt completely satisfied with our previous trips to actually signify the last hoorah. Paul was sitting at his desk and a thought popped into my mind of treating him to a weekend away at a beach cottage I had been to for my birthday. It was the perfect setting- a completely private cottage with Eastern Cape coastal forest surrounding the house, with an idyllic 120 degree view of the ocean. It was time for the weekend festivities to begin.
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We had had a long day, so only arrived at the beach in the early evening; we quickly unpacked, set up our music station and decorated our space with some funky tapestries before embarking on the trip. Having never documented our trips before, I decided that this night it was in order – so the following is a timestamped log of the events and experiences of our candy flip trip.
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6:10pm – we unwrapped our stamps, cheers-ed to another adventure and readied ourselves for a patterned-filled journey.
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6:35pm – still buzzing around the cottage getting things ready before our come-up overwhelmed our sober selves, Paul made a fire while I sat sorting out our “Geometric playlist”. This playlist has become a part of every trip we’ve had, and whenever we needed a break from the hustle and bustle of academic life, searching for new music was a great escape. Being 25 minutes in, the come-up was demanding to be felt – the body load was definitely noticeable, and an electric shiver was pulsing through our bodies.
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7:05pm – being inside the cottage became a bit too cramped for the nervous energy we were feeling while coming up, so heading outside seemed like the most comfortable space to be in. It was so refreshing getting some crisp sea air in the lungs, watching the last bits of Friday light disappear into the great expanse that was the night sky and watching the flickering fire. The time crept by and as we sat and spoke outside, I realised once again that this crazy human is the only person I would be dabbling in the psychedelic world with.
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7:35pm – feeling a lot more settled we moved back inside to enjoy the onset of the wonderful geometric patterns acid was about to treat us with. Some water was definitely needed, and after opening the fridge it looked like patterns were exploding out from the fluorescent beam the fridge light produced. A mood was most certainly set with low lighting and candles lit in our warm little space.
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8:02pm – starting to settle into the music, a realization came over us – once again- that LSD is made so much more enjoyable and the patterns are a lot more dynamic and playful with good music. Our music taste for our playlist is swayed towards indie and blues inspired bands and some old classics that have the most tantalizing instrumentals. A song that was playing at the time of this entry had such a beautiful lyric – being “lost in the light”, which felt like it was speaking to our situation – being lost in the light of the gleaming fractals.
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8:22pm – it was time to share our first MD – the body load from the acid come-up had most definitely settled and we were ready to ramp up our experience of the evening. Sitting at the dining room table we giggled at the fact that Paul is always the grounded one that divides and hands out the drugs and I am the one who is the time keeper. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">we giggled at the fact that Paul is always the grounded one that divides and hands out the drugs and I am the one who is the time keeper.</div></div> Still enthralled in the music, I commented on a song being one of my favourites and Paul so aptly said that the song as a whole was an experience.
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8:50pm – the MD is coming on properly… we were experiencing such a warm, comforting body feeling and there is a considerable difference in the vibrance and playfulness of the geometrics. We decided to turn the main lights off in our chill space, having only the light from some deliciously scented candles and the blue glow from our sound system illuminating the room. The scene being set with the low light and the tapestries around the room made for the perfect space for us to enjoy the music, each other and the dancing fractals.
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9:15pm – one of the best things about having a trip partner that I care so deeply about, is that during our psychedelic experiences we share some very special and meaningful moments. We were enjoying just standing for a bit and Paul pulled me in for a hug, we stood in this warm embrace for a long time and enjoyed the closed eye geometric experience with some of our favourite tracks playing - I could have honestly continued to hold him for an eternity, because that moment was truly perfect.
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9:25pm – we decided to share or final acid stamp to fully commit to the night; in the flickering glow of the candles we placed stamp under our tongue and went outside to enjoy a bit of fresh air and the crashing sound of the waves.
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9:57pm – we were having some playful conversation while sitting on the daybed couch and I giggled when pointing out that we were about to go all out, balls to the walls with patterns – after deciding to share our last MD. We were ready!
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10:03pm – the other 70 (Microdots of acid) were hitting us hard at this point! The music had a momentary pause – we looked at each other – and our favourite EP of all time started to play as we peaked properly on everything. The only logical decision was to lie down, side by side, on the cool tiled floor; and let the patterns overwhelm us. Lying there with these epic songs treated us to some of the most beautiful geometric patterns, we were having the such an intimate individual experience while being there together. There was a mutual realization that this experience was only possible, because we did it together in such a pure, comfortable and loving environment.
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10:38pm – we had moved back to lying down and sitting on the daybed where we enjoyed some of the older blues songs that resonated more with me, there is something so pure about the instrumentals and vocals of this music. I’ve grown up living with musicians and being around really good music; it is part of my fibre and to share this side of myself with someone really means a lot. It was such a special part of our trip as it gave me time to reflect on some more personal memories and moments of my childhood; I realized that if it wasn’t for certain people in my life, I would not be able to love music as much as I do and be able to share this side of myself with someone I hold so dearly.
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11:22pm – it was such a still spring night so being outside provided the perfect setting to have good conversations and spend some more wonderful quality time with Paul. The moon and magnificent clouds of the night were breath taking and it was so special to watch how the patterns morphed the clouds into these fluid wonders in the sky. Standing together watching the sets roll in with the waves calmly rolling over themselves, there was a lone ship sailing away in the misty distance; and in that moment it signified the perfect send off. The time spent outside felt like ages, where we discussed a world of topics in only 40 minutes.
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12:20am – we decided we needed more darkness in the cottage, so closing the curtains and turning the outside light off was just what we needed.
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12:41am – lying down together we settled into our den and we blissfully let the hours drift by.
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4:58am – the sun was just starting rise which was a brilliant time to huddle up, with blankets and tea, outside and let the fading fractals go as the new day dawned. What a treat it was to see a huge pod of dolphins pass as we sat having some quiet time together.
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6:10am – going into this experience our goal was to have another 12-hour trip <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">going into this experience our goal was to have another 12-hour trip</div></div>, which we had had the first time we tried acid together. At exactly 6:10 am our lengthy playlist came to end; I had an urge to check the time and was astonished to see that it was precisely 12 hours - to the minute that we had started candy-flip trip. It felt like the universe had given us a strange sign that fulfilled our goal of having the most magical final 12 hours dabbling with psychedelics.
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The rest of the weekend away was nothing short of incredible- so writing down a brief snippet of it, making up this trip report, only seemed apt.<!-- End Body -->
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<!-- I am a 19 year old female weighing 125 pounds. -->This experience took place in my shared house on university campus. The trip lasted 14 hours (3pm - 5am).
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I received acid on 5 fizzy sweet cola bottles supposedly at a minimum of 100ug each but was warned that it was a new batch and the strength wasn't tested. I was advised to only take half a cola bottle to test the effects as it was likely the dose was much higher than advertised. I did not listen and despite it being my first time, I took 2 doses and my tripping buddy, Ovi did the same at 3pm.
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(15:00) While waiting for it to kick in I was sat in my room drawing, however, after about half an hour I found I could no longer concentrate and I started sweating and feeling 'jittery'. I start pacing my room when I get a message from Ovi stating that he felt weird. I understood what he meant, it felt like my field of vision was a marshmallow and everything I looked at was slowly moving, breathing and merging.
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(16:00) Ovi hadn't eaten all day so we met up and decide to buy a pizza, however, I was shaking so hard it looked like I had muscle spasms so I put on a huge coat and we went to the shop. While there, I notice my right arm is stuck in one position and it becomes numb and painful. While Ovi goes inside to eat, I sit on a bench outside our house as I find it easier to breathe outside. I watch the field and trees, they look like they're submerged under water and I see lots of geometric patterns. However, they're moving so fast and are so wiggly I eventually start to get nauseous.
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(17:00) I try to bring Ovi outside to show him but we're both struggling to string together sentences and only make it a few steps before deciding to go back inside as we were tripping so hard it was difficult to remember what was real life. I kept hallucinating that we were in a Disney movie and everything looked like a cartoon. The power and intensity of the hallucination to me aback and I couldn't remember what was happening in my mind vs what was happening in front of me.
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(17:05) After we get home, the pain in my arm becomes more pronounced, it feels 'blocked' and the blood felt sticky and numb and I was unable to move it. I begin to panic that we were sold something that wasn't acid and was in fact clogging my arteries and killing me. Looking back, I realise LSD increases anxiety and paranoid thinking but at the time I was unaware and started to feel scared. I decide the sober house mates should stay with us to make sure we're OK and remind us that we were in real life since I felt like I was going crazy. I was 'in my own head' and it was hard to talk.
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I sit on the floor, extremely uncomfortable, clutching my knees and asking every 3 minutes when the trip will be over, I just wanted to feel 'normal' again so I could focus on my arm and decide rationally if I needed medical attention. In my head there were several 'me's saying, doing and thinking different things and I could not remember which 'me' was in this physical real life, on the kitchen floor. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I could not remember which 'me' was in this physical real life, on the kitchen floor.</div></div> I'd think up a scenario and it'd have a hundred different endings, only one of which had happened in real life and it was so difficult to discern reality from my mind. At one point I was telling myself to calm down but I couldn't remember which 'me' was actually panicking. I also kept thinking I could just 'shake off' my arm, the pain was 'caught' on it and I could shake it off so I must have looked pretty crazy trying to get my arm off me. I also felt like I needed to spit 'myself' out, I kept trying to spit and get myself out of me. At one point I snapped out of it all for a second and just said out loud 'I'm insane.' my house mates were comforting me telling me I was sane and it was just a bad trip but it felt like my brain and sense of self were floating away and would never return and I'd be left an empty vessel of a person with nothing but an aching arm.
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At some point I went upstairs because I thought I might feel more normal by myself, and for some reason I changed my shirt. However, I almost dialled 999 because I 'thought my arm was about to explode' (it felt like there were 500 rubber bands around it) and so in some rational part of my mind I realised I needed to stay downstairs with the sober trip sitters so they could look after me and make sure I remembered I was in real life and wouldn't do anything crazy.
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(19:30) My heart rate was continuously increasing, partly as a physiological effect and partly from the anxiety, so this in turn lead me to feel more fear, panic and confusion while my temperature fluctuated and I failed to feel comfortable. My house mates put on 4 hours worth of David Attenborough documentaries which calmed me down and distracted me a little.
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(23:30) Before going into my own room, I try to watch a movie with Ovi but his room is dark and small, the window is closed and the hum of his electronics charging drove me INSANE. He is finding the trip fun and light unlike me. I look in the mirror and what I see is a version of myself with all my least favourite features exaggerated. I get slightly freaked out.
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(00:00) I decide to sleep the rest of the trip off in my own room so I could see someone about my arm when I'd sobered up the next day (I was getting worried it would stop my blood pumping and cause a heart attack or stroke) but the pain started to spread to my shoulder and then my throat, my tongue felt numb and huge and I found it difficult to swallow. There is a perfumey taste in the back of my throat and I notice there's a lot of mucus built up (which wasn't there before ingesting the acid). I tried drinking water to get rid of it and got through about 2 litres before stopping as I wasn't sweating or urinating and I began to fear getting over-hydration (noticing a pattern in my paranoia here!).
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(00:30) I get scared I'm going to suffocate in my sleep so I ask to stay in my house mates room for the night so that someone is present if I start dying. A few times it felt like my throat completely closed and I shoved my fingers in there to open up my airways and I spent the whole time feeling like breathing was not natural, it was a very conscious effort on my part and I had a shortness of breath. Looking back, this was most likely anxiety induced rather than physiological as I have had panic attacks in the past when I was younger, (though they had never affected my throat). It felt like if I let go and fell asleep, I would never wake up. I knew in my mind this was an irrational thought but I was convinced my mind would float away and never return and I'd forget to breathe. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was convinced my mind would float away and never return and I'd forget to breathe.</div></div>
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(01:00) When breathing became slightly easier, I went back to my own room and lay on my arm to make it numb so that I felt less pain. I also covered myself in warm blankets and set up deep breathing exercise videos. However, the voices are echoey and distorted and the faces look twisted and evil. I turn them off and try to find a relaxing music playlist but I keep mumbling to myself and could not control my own body. I lay shivering and in pain for hours with the lights on which was uncomfortable (but better than having them off, where I kept seeing black demons dancing around my bed. Though I was aware this was just a visual trick it did not help my anxiety).
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(05:00) I eventually get to sleep but spend the whole of the next day in bed, I felt frightened, weak and vulnerable. I had eaten nothing the whole day I tripped and did not eat the next day either. I did not drink alcohol for a few weeks after and did not go out or party with my house mates (we go a few times a week). I felt too shaky and emotionally traumatised as well as in physical pain - my arm still felt 'blocked' and weird.
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After some research, I learned LSD can cause vasoconstriction, and since I have naturally bad blood flow (sometimes waking up in the middle of the night with my arms paralysed), I figured that was probably it.
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I decided it was a much too high dose for a first time trip and the next time (while on 100mg of MDMA) I took a quarter of the dose. I simply swallowed to make sure it wasn't 25i or another RC which MUST be held in the mouth for an effect (as opposed to LSD which will work when swallowed) and made sure to keep arms warm and stayed in bed the whole time for maximum comfortable feelings. I still tripped, though it took a good 3 hours to kick in and I felt jittery, cold and uncomfortable again. However, not nearly to the same extent.
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At this point, I am not sure the insight and pretty visuals are worth the physical effects acid gives me <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I am not sure the insight and pretty visuals are worth the physical effects acid gives me</div></div> personally. <!-- but if your body is not so sensitive to these kinds of things and you want an interesting, introspective experience, then give it a try. -->I still feel a little strange, it felt like I had a screw loose and the first acid experience somewhat unhinged me. But strangely, I feel like a more open, empathetic and caring person for it. Use with caution.<!-- End Body -->
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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-->This is a recount of a particularly beautiful trip I had about 9 months ago. I have taken various psychedelic chemicals in various doses before and since, had the full range of experience from deep spiritual understanding to hellish stressful bad trips, so you could say that I am “experienced”.
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I had been looking forward to this day for some time. I hadn’t really had a day off in weeks, and I had been really aching for a trip – many things had transpired that summer that I really needed some time alone with my thoughts to process <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">many things had transpired that summer that I really needed some time alone with my thoughts to process</div></div>, my girlfriend breaking up with me first among them. Not only that, but I had just received a new batch of LSD and I wanted to taste-test it.
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I did my usual ritual of centering myself before dosing. Nothing too formalized, just tried to stay aware of and comfortable in my surroundings and my circumstances, whatever they were. Some meditation too. I even had a plan for what I wanted to do: my flatmate had agreed to drive me up to a nearby state park so I could do my favorite hike.
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Dose day. Beautiful sunny Saturday, just a perfect day outside. I got up at 8 (early for me), did my morning wake-up routine, meditated a bit, then dosed at around 10 AM. 3 tabs. My flatmate’s girlfriend was over and she had two cats, along with our cat that meant I had three cats to play with. And they were all in a playful mood. It was by far the smoothest come-up I have ever experienced, just a comfortable playful time with the cats. Eventually I noticed a shift in headspace, and some really minor visuals. It was nothing near as intense as my previous experiences with 3 hits, which led me to believe at the time that the tabs I had were underdosed. My mind was still very clear, so I didn’t make the mistake of redosing. I was very content anyway, I felt very comfortable physically and mentally, exactly where I wanted to be.
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Eventually the other people in the house started to get up. I’m planted on the couch and barely speaking except to giggle or answer questions. I seemed to be attracting an audience, either that or the cats were. I didn’t mind. Everyone seemed happy.
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Eventually my flatmate asked me if I still wanted to go to the park. I said “YES”, and very enthusiastically started getting ready for a hike. I felt remarkably clear-headed and unencumbered, in touch with my body and with a clear sense of purpose. My mantra for that trip was “I’m on a quest to go to my favorite place!”. I repeated it in my head over and over.
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The drive over, everything was beautiful. I stared at the clouds and the trees, the cars, everything.
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I remember my hike as a somewhat disconnected set of vignettes. Everything was unspeakably beautiful. I whispered to the trees and had some rather odd but harmless interactions with some people, as I had forgotten to wear sunglasses my pupils were wide open for everyone to see. For a while I thought the sun was following me, a blinding companion on my hike.
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Eventually I made it to my favorite spot, a large oak tree in a field, with a little patch of short grass right under it perfect to sit in. It was the place I had first kissed my girlfriend. I found that I didn’t really miss her, it just seemed unimportant. I thought about the generations of people who had sat under this oak doing exactly what I was doing, feeling more or less what I was feeling. I felt a strong connection to the past through that tree, and the tree seemed to have nothing but love in it for the strange humans who sat under it. It was fantastically comforting to be with that tree, looking out over the shifting forest. It felt like home. I walked back by a similarly circuitous and random-event-filled route. My flatmate refused to pick me up at the entrance to the state park, so I had to walk through civilization to get where he was. I definitely creeped a few people out, I could hear them thinking it. I did my best to ignore it and not act too weird.
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Eventually I got home, and I was surprised to find my other flatmate’s sister and her friend there. By this time I was beginning to come down, and I sat and drank tea with them and talked and probably watched TV, I don’t really remember. Eventually I went to bed, and of course had a long sleepless night spent watching my ceiling. I think I went to sleep at around 4.
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I think that trip more than any before or since, really had a profound impact on the way I experience the world. Since then I have started drawing more, and I have found it much easier to appreciate the mundane beauty of the world around me, and I feel a little more emotionally open too. I didn’t end up getting what I was looking for, as I didn’t really get over that girl for months afterwards, but I did get what I needed.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 113250</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr>
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So we went to Somewhere to get some K, I wasn't planning on having anything but then my friend said he had some Acid available so I thought fuck it, I'm having one of those, then I figured out hmm why not have a bit of K along with it and see how it goes, phwoar was I in for a night. That whole day was a bit iffy, I felt lost all day for some reason and I had no sense of time, I didn't feel like it was part of my reality. Not even sure why but I was pretty contempt at the same time.
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I am sorry I couldn't write many timings down, I just cannot remember the times as time didn't phase me and I didn't feel attached to anything electronic if anything I felt like it wasn't made for me to interact with or come near, far too alien for my liking.
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Me, A and B went and got the tab and I ingested the tab at around 9:40 ish, we proceeded to my house where we lined up a few lines of K had them and played some COD, whilst playing COD it was like the game put a pause on the drugs and we just focused on the game, however I started of amazing, thanks to the K (we call it Ketboxing) and then ended up completely shit and got pissed at the game and just kinda threw the pad and stopped playing.
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Not even 40 minutes later and we experienced mass euphoria, giggling our tits of, however I didn't feel like I had any visuals yet and thought it was the K kicking in intensely, however I looked at my ceiling to see whether I was tripping yet(it's got some mad floral patterns all over it) and the ceiling I shit you not was becoming 3D all the patterns started to come out in a pulsating sense as if it was a butterfly coming out of a cocoon it was amazing, and I thought to myself, fuck yes it's going to be a good night!
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Then I realized my parents were gonna be coming back soon, 2 hours or so had already passed and it was coming up to 12 o'clock. I didn't actually believe it was nearly 12 already and we spent some time being mind blown at it. By this time I started peaking pretty damn crazy, we lined up a few more lines of K. The feeling I got was intense, it was like I was experiencing spacetime freeze. Time didn't seem to be actually part of anything anymore and my perception of the world was just slow motion. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Time didn't seem to be actually part of anything anymore and my perception of the world was just slow motion.</div></div> No matter where I looked, I would have a trail following the previous items I was looking at, everything also had a background, hmmm, imagine every item being filmed separately with no background behind it and then all these items got overlapped and made into a film, every object had its own life, conscious, it's own aura, everything was simply... Perfect, I never knew I could see perfection in this world, but low and behold I'm stood in my bedroom and witnessed it.
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We lined up some more K and had them and got our shit together and left the house and all we could do was just giggle away at everything and nothing and the stupid things we were talking about. We knew our friend C was awake as he'd called us and asked us whether we'd be coming round before we set of, so once we left the house we started going to his, I have no real memory of the walk there, I can see myself walking to his but I can't remember seeing anything, I know for a fact we all felt euphoric and senselessness, carelessness, and I don't know about the other two but I had no ego, it was like I was one with the world, almost part of it. Well I remember leaving mind and kinda being at his instantly, it felt like the walk was nothing as if we fast forwarded the walk to his. Once we got to his we found out he had an xbox, some reason I'd packed all my xbox stuff with me and we played xbox for a bit after it was set up.
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I stood in the corner of the room and the guys had some more k with C, I dont think I had anymore at this point, by this time I was peaking like insanity, yet I don't feel like I hit the actual peak yet, like the pinnacle of the mixture. So as I was stood there I was just looking at the guys and they all looked so surreal to me, this was the first time I'd done LSD on my own without anyone else being on it, and everyone looked so, so cartoony almost, everything I said, Saw, Felt all was like alien to me, everything around me became extremely Alien to me as if I'd not known what they were or anything, I didn't feel worried or scared in the slightest but more appreciative that I could see everything in it's natural state like it was all unveiling to me <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I didn't feel worried or scared in the slightest but more appreciative that I could see everything in it's natural state like it was all unveiling to me</div></div>, well as I stood there I was just giggling to myself looking at everyone being so un-real to me, so vividly, and then I slightly angled my head down to look at the TV on the floor where the guys were playing xbox and they set up a match of zombies on COD and I said quite loudly-ish, 'Are you mad playing zombies on K?! Fuck playing zombies on K' (I've actually been scared to play the game alone, only recently have I been able to play it alone hahaa) and then my eyes darted up for some reason and I saw that with the place I was stood in, everyone having their own conversation (total of 4 people in the room) two were stood on the right side of the room and two were playing xbox on the left on the floor and because of my hat it made it seem like they were part of my head like literally coming out of my head.
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We'd just finished a spliff like 2 minutes before, and there was a knock on the door, I was the closest to it and looked at C and was like should I open it? What if it's D? (this guy who lives in the same house that we absolutely hate) So I was cautious about opening the door, (I'd still not hit the ultimate pinnacle of my trip, the point of no return kinda pinnacle) Low and behold I open the door, I look outside, I look at my mate and say there's a police officer outside [hold on wait wtf!!! THERES A COPPER OUTSIDE! I screamed in my head but the guys could see from my expression that I shouted it to them through our minds] he just walked in, remember we'd just finished a spliff, there were grinders, scales, and a bag of k on the table somewhere around the room. He just walked in and said.
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Police: Where is he? (Proper Assertive voice) ( He looked soo surreal to us, but to me he looked like a caricature that just did not stay still, with this I mean he kept shape shifting, his colour would constantly change)
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Me: Who? (Fullon Tripping at this point, it was like his knock on the door made the pinnacle point hit me the hardest a drug ever hit me, it was like the drugs knew what was about to happen and caused a major chaos attack, but it was superly blissful)
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Police: WHERE IS HE?
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Me: Whoooo? (Slightly leaning in now, asking like a child, silly and inquisitive)
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Police: Kieran!
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Me: Well this is not my conversation!
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And I took refuge on the bed against the wall and took it all in, that there was actually a copper in the room, C knew the K was on the table and the police officer saw the built in warddrobe and asked in a proper scary voice.
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By this time I was peaking unimaginably hard and the time was going by soooo slow that I felt like I could dance on every word he said, pick it out, analyze it and full on understand what he was saying, if it wasn't for this time slowmo I think I would have fucked it up for all of us. I wasn't quite in the room, I didn't fully understand the intensity of the consequences yet and I thought I was just tripping so hard that he was part of it and that Acid and K had shown me this could possibly happen, now this is what you do kinda thing if it ever was gonna happen in real life.
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Police: Whats in there? (He seemed scared asking the question as if he was expecting the kid to be in there dead or some shit)
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We all went it's just a wardrobe it's empty, and he walked to it quickly opened in up, but before he did C Stood infront of the K that was on the side next to the wardrobe, all I could think of at that point, right he's not found the kid he's gonna notice EVERYTHING ELSE, and was like fuck, I can't go to prison tripping my balls of!
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It seemed like an eternity before he told us why he was actually there, once he did and we cleared that up, of why he was there, he was like,
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Police: It smells of cannabis here, you guys have any? <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Police: It smells of cannabis here, you guys have any?</div></div>
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We all were like no we don't have any.
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The fucking copper looked around the room and saw the grinders and the scales, we were like shit, he threatened us with the fact he could just turn us over and lock us up for the night, probably even longer for the shit we had there, (it's so much more then I can say online)
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We were all like fuck, none of us knew what to say, we had a bag of K floating around the room, another g in our possession, I was on Acid, A, B, C on K and E on weed and he had some on him to, he radio'd in what he just saw and asked the dispatch whether he should turn us in or not, and they replied with what were guessing no we got bigger things on our mind, then the officer saw what the wall had on them and it was all mathematical and scientific equations on them and realised we ain't a bad bunch of kids and was like well because there is a bigger case going on and you guys seem like a smart bunch of kids and asked us what we wanted to be, I said accountant and my friend is a med student and he was like well if you guys got caught here you could forget those dreams as with any type of criminal record we were facing we could forget our future dreams, and we were all like fuck me, this is serious shit this, well he told us to go Amsterdam and just get wrecked there but not do it here because it's not worth our future blah blah blah.
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He said well because I've done you guys a favour, will you do me one by...
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And we all pretty much burst out with saying yes man, anything we find out you'll be the first to know, thanked him and so he left, once he was fully gone, me and A and B burst out laughing so much it sounded like crying but out of joy because we just got away, whilst on drugs, peaking to the intensity that I thought I wasn't my head anymore, we just laughed soo much until tears came down our face and we couldn't breathe anymore, and even then we carried on. I felt like I just survived a war!
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Later on I found out that he was only there for a period of 10-15 minutes, which just absolutely fucked my head up because I thought he was there for hours and hours and hours on end.
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We got all our shit together, hid loads of shit as well and set of out on a mission as we didn't feel safe enough to be in that room anymore until later on. At this time it was only just gone 1 am I think, so I was still going pretty strong on the drugs and when we went outside everything was just flipping, dancing, visuals were everywhere, it was like I stepped out into a world of happiness where all was bliss.
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I was just walking along nicely with the guys and still talking about what had just happened and how lucky we all were and we just couldn't believe it.
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We ended up at the lake and sat on of the islands and as I was sat there I looked across the lake to the buildings across it, I put some music on and all the buildings started dancing to the music, it was so magical. It was truly an amazing night, even though we nearly got caught, we all were the luckiest bastards in the world at that moment in time. To have gotten away with all that! I was still tripping however because there was only a lake and some buildings in front of me it was all I could play with. The K had long gone left my system as the copper was there,
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I still feel pissed at him for taking my peak, even though I do think he added a huge dose of intensity to the trip and there is still a fraction that seems to be missing out of my mind when the officer was there, I think that's where I hit the utmost pinnacle of my trip, the point beyond no return. The point of not knowing anything, of pure bliss, it's strange thinking about it now actually, that I reached ultimate bliss and beyond with an officer who was considering arresting us.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 drops</td>
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(T-0:20 [11:30 PM]) I arrive at the floatation tank place with Sarah. Sarah reminds me she loves me and whatever happens I can find her if I get overwhelmed. We are led to our respective tank rooms and I eat a sugar cube with 5 drops of liquid LSD on it before showering. I get into the tank which I have rented for 7 hours.
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(T+0:05) I lay in silence and focus on my breathing. An unknown amount of time passes with no sensations and then Beavis and Butthead appear in my consciousness. Butthead says “we're there, dude!” and then, aware of my presence in the tank, says “Look at this dillhole.” Beavis says cool and it echoes through my thoughts, to which he responds with “cool” more excitedly. Beavis then kicks the tank and they walk off. I begin to start seeing fractals. I am catapulted way beyond consensus reality. I forget that I exist as a body or that I have ever been in a state outside of this tank. I become a small, african-american youth from the inner city. I like to play basketball and I get in a fight and lose. I become stuck in a loop for several eternals watching a black mans lips as he talks about nothing.
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My consciousness is being dissected.. Worm like aliens rip my mind to shreds and devour it as I watch. I feel good. I start to feel incredibly good. Everything goes white and I feel the best I have ever felt by far, there is no longer thought, only pleasure encompassing all aspects of my being. I return to middle. I see my body die. I see the fear and confusion and then relief pass over my face from the perspective of those who love me. I feel their grief and I feel my death as me. I become a devout catholic. The catholic god is now real, all is serious. I see jesus on the cross and it is me. I see a white light above him and I am sucked into it. My entire everything condenses to one period.
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Next a frenchman enters my mind. He starts to talk about something passionately and sodomizes jesus. There are cocks everywhere. All the fractals are cocks. Then they are masses of limbs. Gore everywhere. Lovecraftian horrors ripping meat things into pieces. I am sucked into the microcosmos. I see my organs, cells, atoms, molecules all as myself and separate at the same time. Then myself as separate and myself at the same time. Then I am pushed out into macrocosmos. I see me in the tank, the room, Oakland, Earth, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe. All of it falls into one point. This is my reality, I am all of it and part of it. There are other points. I feel one is sarah, and I am overwhelmed by feelings of love. Now more thought loops. I heare Randy say “Everything’s fucked, Mr. Lahey!” It is all one big joke. Everything I believed manifests itself before me, there are no limits to what I can do in this space. I feel as deep as I go there is still an infinite depth below me. Eris is the goddess and she is fucking me in the ass. I think that sarah should fist me at some point.
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(T+3:00) Suddenly, light! I am instantly made aware that I have a physical form. Sarah is looking into my tank. She says words to me but I forget the previous word she said each time she says a new one. All I can say is “I'm confused” repeatedly. She closes the tank and I fall back into a trance. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Sarah is looking into my tank. She says words to me but I forget the previous word she said each time she says a new one. All I can say is “I'm confused” repeatedly. She closes the tank and I fall back into a trance.</div></div> Later, I would find out that she freaked out in her tank and was not going back in and would sleep on the couch in the lobby. I am aware I am thinking. I'm thinking about thinking about thinking and that it never stops. Suddenly it stops, or at least I felt it stopped. Everything was as black as black could be black, there was nothing, only the void, I was no longer present. I return, out of the void a shadowy figure of Obama with red eyes appears, glaring at me. Behind him is richard nixon and george w. Bush, also with red eyes and glaring. They dissipate.
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(T+4:00) Agh! So much pain! Water hits my eyes. I open the tank and climb out. I squirt my eyes with the water squirter. I can hardly walk, the room is melting. I look at my body. Salt starts to appear all over my body and I feel slimy. I feel like an alien and am reminded of the movie altered states and laugh and climb back in the tank.
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I am now thirsty, very thirsty. I realize I have no water and I have to go by the receptionist to get some. I feel that I would collapse if I did so and just ignore it. I go through the loop “I’m so thirsty I should get up. Wait no ill just stay here” an infinite number of times. I become aware of the loop and get out of the tank. I walk into the shower across the hall, shower off, drink shower water, and hobble back to my room. I see my phone, take a picture of the tank, and then climb back in. I notice I am tripping less hard before I get in the tank, but I can not tell in the tank. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I notice I am tripping less hard before I get in the tank, but I can not tell in the tank.</div></div> I see an infinite number of myselves in tanks. All of them have come to this moment for different reasons. There are an infinite number going away from now through every possibility. Every existence where I am in this tank at this moment on this much acid is there. Every outcome is there. Is this alternity? I think of my dead father. Stop. I repeat his name. I hear my mother telling my child self he is dead. I repeat in my head that he is dead. I accept this as another thing in the cosmic slop of things. He is dead. It is beautiful. I am now my father, fucking my mother, impregnating her with me. I drift around, become stuck in more loops, I am going between states of very high and very low. All condenses to the same point no matter how I look at it. I step outside of myself, pull out some wires and plug them into new sockets, and return to myself. I hear music. It is my queue that my time is over. I have been in here forever. I get out, shower, and walk into the lobby.
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(T+7:00) I see a man in a skirt and tights with pink hair, next to him is Sarah, asleep on the couch. She tells me about her experience while I familiarize myself with existence and eat some fruit.The remainder of the trip is spent reflecting and lounging around, discussing what we experienced.
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Over the entire experience I was made very aware of how much the media I intentionally and unintentionally consume in my day to day life affects my subconscious. Songs that I had heard in passing, random images, sentences from TV; all of it flooded back to me in the tank. The tank made it significantly easier to go out of body for the first 3/4th of the trip, but towards the end of the experience I was continuously bothered by Epsom salt recrystallizing around my mouth and nose. I feel that while there were some benefits to the tank, I would only repeat this if I owned one and could retreat to my house whenever I began to feel uncomfortable.<!-- End Body -->
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I was going on holiday with my boyfriend and we were both excited to be taking some high strength acid tabs whilst there. Both of us had used LSD before but been disappointed with the poor quality so felt we had not had a 'proper' trip with this drug.
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After spending a couple of days getting to know the area in a relatively 'normal' way, we decided around midday to have a tab each. The day was wonderful, I seemed to feel elated before my partner did, who was showing some signs of anxiety to start with which also took me there a little, but after a couple of hours we were both as high as kites with a remarkable sense of freedom.
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We spent the day talking shit, laughing lots, making fantastic discoveries, singing songs, sharing emotional moments, laughing more and looking out for each other. It was the most intense experience of my life and I will never forget it but words are not really worthy of describing it, either. After hours of intense, emotional, euphoric bliss we both regained some awareness suddenly, together and somehow went to co-op to get food and then went back to the place we were staying. We were still positively tripping, at this point it got more hallucinogenic rather than psychedelic, everything was an optical illusion, but it remained fun and we both eventually went to sleep and woke in the morning feeling a sense of disappointment at the dullness of reality but nonetheless ok.
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After returning home (to my new home, my parents had moved house) … I still felt a brilliant afterglow and as though my life's priorities had changed. In the following weeks, I gained a fantastic interest in everything, and anything. I also made some claims which stemmed from, in retrospect, ridiculous beliefs. One was when I decided that I would like to study philosophy, which progressed into the belief that I could solve anything and in fact my purpose was to solve everything. I began to inform people of my newfound genius and felt extremely elated.
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Before long, I was developing and sharing plans to achieve a PHD in philosophy, as well as thinking I would start a revolution. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Before long, I was developing and sharing plans to achieve a PHD in philosophy, as well as thinking I would start a revolution.</div></div> As well as this I was involved far more with religion than I ever had before. I even one night believed that I spoke to God, but not with words – I felt that I could communicate beyond words with God as he was beyond explanation but that words were not neccesary for the most powerful messages.
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As time progressed, my behaviour got gradually more out of character and extreme, I was spending a lot of money extravagantly (mostly on alcohol), talking to strangers and sometimes buying them drinks... I was sharing thoughts and theories, which, looking back, made me sound arrogant, pretentious and self-obsessed. I thought at the time they were extremely articulate. I thought that I was fantastic and that my mind was opened, believing that I was in fact a lot saner than everybody else and capable of many great things.... I am now embarrassed, to say the least!
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My mum, who has bipolar disorder suggested to me on a few occasions that I could be manic but I always denied it. It was only when I had to function in daily life and could not speak without rhyming excessively which led me to panic, that I admitted and accepted it as a problem. Since the initial confusion and disappointment following this, I have been getting very good help after my doctor referred me to the early intervention for psychosis team... it's still early days so the journey continues!
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At the time of writing, it has been 3 months since I took that single dose of LSD!<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
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A Beautiful Breakup on Acid
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My boyfriend and I have tripped on acid many times together but my most memorable, most definitive experience was the night we broke up.
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A different girl had been getting in between us for a while, and trying to mend the relationship, we tried to spend a good amount of time together. One day, we felt like tripping, and so we began by taking a tab each. Within the hour, I was feeling that way I always feel when the lucy first hits me, as if I am filled with bubbles or covered in soap. This soapy feeling is always the first thing I notice and it remains throughout the trip. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">This soapy feeling is always the first thing I notice and it remains throughout the trip.</div></div> Soon enough, my boyfriend and were having sex as usual, and it was mind-blowing and never ending. Every once in a while I would suck his dick and giving a blowjob on lucy is indescribable. His dick feels as though it is unendingly hard and I feel like I give the best head in the world. His moaning creates an entrancing atmosphere where I get utterly lost in his cock and do everything perfectly and never want to stop.
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After fucking for what seems like hours, we took a bubble bath around 11pm. We used blueberry scented, blue colored bubbles and lit candles and sat in the tub smoking cigarettes, being euphoric and lovey dovey. It seemed as if everything was perfect and everything we do, no matter how silly, is magical.
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After our bath, we went back into his bedroom and just talked about everything and nothing and anything and soon enough, the conversation turned to the girl who had been trying desperately to steal my boyfriend. Suddenly my mood turned from incredibly content to sad and broken. I felt like everything my boyfriend and I had been through for the last 2 years was a lie, and this whole time I had been 'the other girl'. My boyfriend desperately tried to convince me that lucy was making me feel this way and that wasnt the case. I wouldn't have it. Convinced that I could no longer live this lie, I insisted we break up. I felt strong as well as victimized and I felt this was my only option. He tried to make me change my mind endlessly but I continued to explain that even though he was my entire world and this would be the hardest thing to wake up to the next morning, it was what was right.
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I cried and cried and went outside alone for a cigarette to calm down. Sitting on his porch listening to Kate Bush on my ipod, I felt incredibly alone and solitary. The sky looked like it was on an early technicolor tv set. Fuzzy and dark purple and vast, I felt as if I was floating away from the person who had been my other half for so long. I felt as if I was leaving my familiar world and entering a foreign, uninhabited, quiet, snowy world. I was calm, yet solemn and incredibly nostalgic for 'what I had lost' and 'what was to come'. The world seemed empty and unreal and even though it was probably about 20 degrees outside, I sat there warmly in my seat, thinking how I was going to be alone forever, and I was now my own only friend.
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After going through about a half a pack of cigarettes, I went back inside and my boyfriend and I felt strange, like there was suddenly a new essence to our existence. We could no longer be in love, but now we were 'friends'.
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I asked him to drive me home and the car ride back was probably the most beautiful experience I can remember ever going through. We seemed to be the only car on the road and we didnt turn on any music because we felt like this would be our last time 'being together' and we wanted to cherish it. We talked endlessly about how purely magical our time together had been and how thankful we were to be lucky enough to get to have 2 years of our lives be so beautiful. We were still tripping quite pretty hard and just as I realized that my boyfriend was driving really well, a car came out of nowhere, and faced us head on in our lane. Immediately my boyfriend swerved out of the way and I couldn't believe how well he did. He called it a miracle as we sat in the car I thought about how perfect it would have been to crash and die right then.
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Acid makes me very nostalgic and appreciative of life and can be very sobering. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Acid makes me very nostalgic and appreciative of life and can be very sobering.</div></div> I felt as though sitting in that car at 3am on a quiet snowy night, as he and I confessed how much we love each other and how hard the rest of our lives would be without one another and valuing how incredibly beautiful a first love is and crying and having this unspeakable bond between us, I felt like I was ready to die. I felt like the most meaningful experience in my life was happening and to die in it would make it invaluable.
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When we got to my house, he parked and we spent about an hour sitting in the car talking about how much we cherished each other as if we were running out of time. Before I left, we had what seemed like it would be our last kiss ever and I told him that I would never forget him.
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For some reason, it seemed to me that I was never in my life going to see him again, and I had these intense emotions of sadness, solemnness, loneliness, yet appreciation of how beautiful everything is.
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I got home, looked at my incredibly plated eyes in the mirror and as if to say goodbye to myself as I was that day, I stared in the mirror and said goodbye to myself, turned off the lights, got in to bed and cried for hours.
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In the next few day, I realized that the acid had created an incredibly beautiful day and had created a bond between us unlike anything we had already shared. We both acknowledged it and have since gotten back together and the trip truely did connect us and make us stronger and it created an emotional bond that I think can never die. It's the truth, I think my most meaningful experience on this earth was tripping on acid and I'm thankful for what it did.
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LSD is a beautiful thing.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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It is 8:30PM on a Wednesday night. The date is February 11, 2015. Approximately twenty-four hours ago, I was at my “peak” of tripping on LSD. To me, I find it strange, almost wrong to say “I was tripping on LSD.” No, it feels much more appropriate to claim that the eyes in which I view my reality simply melted into oblivion and were replaced with new eyes. Still, I wear those new eyes; yet the filter which allegedly protects me from my newly discovered world is in place once more. It’s a filter I feel I cannot be rid of without the aid of this psychedelic. Or, can it?
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At 8:00AM this morning, my senses felt entirely “sober”, and yet my mind was overflowing with thoughts both fascinating and overwhelming. Please take note that there are quite literally no words which could accurately describe my trip to this alternate reality, or perhaps, my real reality. I try to bear in mind this quote as I attempt to recollect my journey: “We do not see things as they are; we see things as we are.” Though I have no tangible evidence to back this up, I believe that my journey was personalized for me, or rather, I personalized my journey. On the contrary, though this does not dismiss my belief, others who have indulged in psychedelics report seeing, feeling, and hearing similar things—a collective, “shared” state of consciousness. Please also take note that the motive for my decision to partake of LSD was driven by a desire for intellectual, emotional, and spiritual enlightenment. Though I don’t look down on anyone who uses LSD recreationally, I am interested only in learning and taking observations from this substance. That being said, the expression of my “journey” will come across more as how one would write about an experiment with data and results. Yes, I did not know entirely what to expect, and I knew that going into it. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I did not know entirely what to expect, and I knew that going into it.</div></div> One cannot take a psychedelic and have expectations, really, because that is more dangerous than helpful, in my opinion.
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I sat on the couch to start out, and as I placed that small white square paper (one “dose”) under my tongue, my heart was already thumping harder, but not so much that I felt uneasy. I felt chilled by my anticipation. About forty-five minutes later, the first noticeable change I experienced originated within my legs. They felt tingly, yet in a visual sense... though, a bodily sensation. It was as if I could see what I felt, though not literally. I described it as “streams of particles exiting my skin.” I felt giddy, like a child, and rather riveted by everything around me for no apparent reason, yet the mild hallucinations had not begun just yet. My eyes settled upon the wall in front of me, and I recall noticing it seeming shinier, translucent almost. Instead of the usual light blue, the bottom half of the wall appeared pink and certainly glossier. I initially rationalized the change in color to be due to the pink bookcase against the wall, but then it was questioned... How could a matte surface reflect upward on a wall? And more significantly, why did I firstly rationalize this abnormality? Was I already subconsciously in denial of what was occurring? What does that indicate...? And along with that, I noted that the light outside the window given off by nearby houses and street lights looked electric blue... how could that be? Surely, the LSD was finally having a notable influence on my vision. Around the same time, I noticed that the music playing in the background seemed to be more amplified and richer, yet those two words still do not accurately describe the auditory transformations. In any song, there are a multitude of aspects: the lyrics, the rhythm, the chords, etc.—all of these form the song. Yet I heard very little of any of those features. Instead, I heard the vibrations within the music... I saw the wavelengths with my ears, and they consumed and overcame the lyrics, rhythm, and chords, and yet this was not at all unpleasant—quite the opposite.
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Though fascinated to an extent, my first truly startling moment came about when I stood up and walked a few paces, observing the room in a counter-clockwise motion. The walls around me seemed to bend, their dimensions changing very slightly, yet fluidly. They appeared wobbly, but still only marginally. I felt I could have thrown a quarter at the wall, and it would have made sense for it bounce and ricochet out of sight. That was enough to cause me to sit down instantly, not fearful, but certainly stunned. Not quite ready to stand again, I observed a picture of a sunset on a phone, and my eyes widened in sheer astonishment once more. The wisps of clouds within the photo appeared to be swimming. The picture had come to life before my eyes. Akin to the movement, the brightness and contrast of the colors were amplified, especially amongst the orange and yellow. They were glowing—illuminated. That picture, with its three-dimensional qualities, appeared far more real than any sunset I had witnessed, even in person.
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I could not tear away my gaze for what felt like a long while... which brings me to my next notable phenomenon: time. I’ve heard many claims that time does not exist while under the spell of this substance. I concur, but only to an extent. Yes, time is not thought of in the usual way, with universal measurements... hours, minutes, even seconds... those units are somehow insignificant, useless. I would go as far as to say that the clock is looked upon in disdain for those seeking to veer away from comfort, from normalcy, from the world of stupor. For one having a frightening time, I could see them deriving comfort from a clock, because it may ground them. How I measured the passing moments is best compared to being at a fair, with various booths of interest. I would be drawn to an object, I would admire this object, and then I would move on to the next curiosity, all while paying no attention to time. For all I knew, I spent a lifetime with each “display,” until satisfied with the data I collected and the relationship I created. It sounds incredibly silly to say that now, as I sit here, typing away in a dull room... that I “created a relationship” with each object I was drawn to, but there’s no other way to term it. I felt at “one” with everything. I was desperate to familiarize myself with every detail of the entities I was lured to. It was of great importance that I do that, that I occupy myself with my surroundings as much as possible; I was a child in wonder. I felt both tall and small simultaneously—tall in physical relation to my surroundings, but small in relation to the significance of my surroundings. This does not mean that I myself felt insignificant. No, because as I found significance in my environment, my environment in turn blessed me with significance. Truly, it was a symbiotic and peaceful bond. I deemed my surroundings sacred, in the truest sense of the word, and in return, my surroundings deemed me worthy of its secrets and treasures. I readily indulged.
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From this point onward, I don’t think I can give an accurate order of the events which transpired, as my experience floats farther and farther from my consciousness, almost dream- like now. Though, I can describe some the events and visions that stick out the most, but again... I cannot do them justice. I recall feeling an impulse to draw patterns. I witnessed patterns all around me, on the walls, on the ceiling, in the carpet, especially. I felt the patterns on the carpet as if they were tactile works of art. And so it only made sense to create these patterns to the best of my ability, to give them a voice, to set them free. I drew upon a square piece of wood, and I felt incredibly driven and focused. Nothing could have snatched my enthusiasm from me. I saw the lines and curves before I drew them. I was tracing more than I was drawing. I drew with crayons; I needed color, and I needed specific colors. At times, I felt frustrated, because the color I needed did not exist. But aside from that, I was mesmerized by my creation. The lines and curves danced as I traced, urging me on, casting inspiration with each stroke. I recall uttering two phrases, word for word, as I created... “I don’t know what I’m drawing, but it makes sense” and “It’s whatever I want it to be.” Both phrases were spoken with a knowing smile.
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In my kitchen, the wood floors, the counter, and the wooden cabinets caught my attention the most. I had to run my fingertips across the cabinet to the right of the sink, for the sound that gave enraptured me—again, a rich sound. The etchings within the wood mutated and wavered. The minute spots on the counter wiggled and wormed their way around. They appeared to be under a microscope. When I stepped outside onto my deck, the trees held my gaze at first. Perhaps the most magnificent illusion of all, they appeared to be wilting and then re-growing right before my eyes. I stared unabashedly, beholding the life cycle of these trees. Since it was dim out, I only saw their silhouettes, but that was more than enough. The sky, although dark, somehow appeared lit as well. To my right, there were city lights, and just like the phone picture, they were livelier than normal.
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Throughout my journey, for whatever reason, I craved juice, particularly orange juice. I also needed to be chewing. I ate a bagel and drank some tea and savored every bite and drop. I scarfed down the food, somehow not caring for the mess I created. The crumbs of cinnamon sugar from the bagel fell upon the lap of my pants and glistened like galaxies. I headed to the lowest level of the house at one point; I had a longing to play my drum kit. Before I could even begin playing, though, I reached out and touched the head of my snare drum. The sound it emitted was even more gratifying than that of the kitchen cabinet. With the tip of the drum stick, I made small spirals on the drum, hypnotized once more by the resonance it presented me. I hit each piece of the set—the crash symbols, the tom drums, the ride. Each sound seemed to tell a story with the vibrations that washed over me, cleansing me somehow. Eventually, I found a song on my phone to play to, hooking it up to the speakers. I played along with the song, and wasn’t surprised to find that my levels of concentration and imagination trumped any other time I had sat down to play. I felt extraordinarily energized, bursting with passion. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I felt extraordinarily energized, bursting with passion.</div></div> Yes, passion... I did not need to open my eyes to play, so I closed them. With my eyes closed, a globe of transparent colors—yellow and orange—somehow came into sight. Were they auras of some sort? What did it mean? The colors cloaked the rotating sphere. I felt as though I had the ability to play faster and with more precision. I was no longer human, just a ball of resolute energy. I dove into the pulse and was lost, but blissfully so.
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When I looked in the mirror for the first time, my features—each feature—was altered slightly, but at a state of constant change. Though, each alteration was only slight, but enough to where I could see a difference if I looked at my face as a whole. This did not disturb me. It fascinated me. The lights in the bathroom radiated an unknown assortment of color... perhaps a green-yellow combination, but again, there is no name for the color(s). As I glanced at the carpet, patterns still danced across the surface, morphing and intertwining. Everything was in a constant state of metamorphosis, a constant state of life. I was endlessly transfixed. And my thoughts were running parallel to the patterns, endlessly morphing from one subject to the next. The only difference was my thoughts were sporadic, while the patterns seemed to have more of a fluid system, a structured and predetermined plan to their program.
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"To use your head, you have to go out of your mind.”
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The whole pretense of my experience seemed to revolve around things disappearing... then reappearing... then disappearing... then reappearing, but not in the sense that they would be gone entirely, and then back entirely—all disappearances and reappearances were nuances. It was as if I was examining life and death endlessly. The theme: change, with its inevitability and beauty. Change: with its discomfort and devastation. Yet I was comfortable with my discomfort. I was the companion of my devastation. For because of my knowledge of its inevitable nature, I sought to bond with it, to learn of it, to love it. I did not seek to fade it; I embraced it in its entirety. This paradox, this comfort derived from discomfort, gifted me with peace.
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“If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we aren’t really living.”
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It was Spring of 1993. It was my 3rd year away at school. I was involved in a tumultuous relationship that was formed under the influence of Ecstasy, LSD, and alcohol.
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My then boyfriend ( I will refer to him as Ryan ) and I had been arguing over several issues. We both came from broken homes, and several character flaws and insecurities. Ryan and I had both done our fair share of X, acid, shrooms and other substances in our first 3 years in college. He was the first guy I met when I moved into my apartment, thus; opening up a whole new world to me. These new experiences started off great. Then things seem to get a little out of control. We did more drugs and stopped focusing on school.
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We started hanging out with a new group of people and one guy in particular that seemed to have a strange effect on people. He had a somewhat of an evil presence to him, and because of that I did not trust him. He had given me a ring of his to wear. One night while tripping, I saw the most amazing stuff in this ring. There were words that spoke to me. The next day I took it off. He gave the ring to a few people. Yet no one wanted it. It was almost as if we tried to get rid of it, and it was just keep coming back. My boyfriend was intrigued by him, and mentioned some strange things that occurred while they tripped together. I didn’t believe him until it happened between my boyfriend and I.
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It was a Saturday night, and my boyfriend suggested that we take some strips of LSD. We decided to drop around 10pm and lock ourselves in my room, so that we could “talk” about our relationship problems.
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We began to peak and the conversation grew deeper. We really began to examine how we felt about one another, good and bad. At one point I went to talk to my roommate. She was upset with me at the time, as she didn’t approve of me getting back together with Ryan, even though they had been best friends prior to my relationship with him.
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As I was in her room, I lost focus of the conversation. The room grew even darker and I felt as if my mind was about to go into another dimension. A dimension that I feared I may not come back from. As I had seen friends go on a trip and never fully return to reality. I fought this in my mind and got myself together. It was scary to feel as though I was loosing control. I felt as if my mind was going into a black hole. Somewhere that I would loose control of myself and not know what I would be doing or saying. It took a strong mind to fight myself back to the reality of where I was and that I was just tripping, hard.
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I got up and went back into the room with Ryan. We began talking again, then it happened. We began talking without moving our lips. We both realized we were talking telepathically. It became very intense, as there was nothing to hide about how I felt about him. He asked me (with out speaking) if I really loved him. My thoughts began to say, NO. I didn’t speak it, but could see him getting upset by what he just read in my mind. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text"> I didn’t speak it, but could see him getting upset by what he just read in my mind.</div></div> I quickly changed what I was thinking in my head. We couldn’t believe we were talking without speaking. I was also worried I would be stuck like this forever, and he would always know what I was thinking.
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We walked downstairs to find my roommate getting breakfast. She was mad at both of us. Ryan and I discussed to each other, in our minds how we felt about her. I couldn’t believe that we could communicate like this. It was amazing, yet frightening at the same time.
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As the acid wore off, so did this 6th sense. For a few days after the experience, I could almost sense what someone was going to say. It was exhilarating, but also the last time I did LSD. I felt my mind had enough, and I moved on and vowed to not do it again. My 3yrs of consistent use came to an end.
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To this day, if I tell the story, everyone looks at me as if it was just a hallucination. But, you can’t have a conversation with someone without speaking and the two of you call it a shared hallucination. It happened. I’m confident about that. The LSD that night opened up a new part of our brains, which most people don’t ever experience. It was an amazing experience.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jan 23, 2020</td><td>Views: 792</td></tr>
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So basically me and my friend T (having this been his second time trying psychedelics) thought that a night spent in my room with some amazing LSD, and some tested MDMA crystals would be a hoot and a holler. The night starts at around 9:30 when we both ingest 2 100ug blotter tabs of LSD and put on some color changing screens and pass around our wax cartridge waiting for the acid to hit. I’ve taken LSD probably 15 times up to 700 ug, MDMA 4 times up to 250 mg, and mushrooms 4 times up to around 4 dried grams, I figured I would be prepared to candy flip for the first time. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I figured I would be prepared to candy flip for the first time.</div></div>
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T+00:45 beginning to feel the effects but only the body load and slight visual distortion, this is when I put the 200 milligrams of MDMA into a water bottle and drink 3/4 of the chemically tasting water and think I’ll wait another 15 minutes before I drink the rest.
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T+01:00 I drink the rest of the water and the LSD is slowly taking hold. The color changing screen slowly develops patterns over it and the same pattern begins to cover my whole room as the screen changes colors slowly and fluidly. This is extremely exciting.
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T+01:30 everything is love. The only emotion I feel is love. The tactile sensations are almost orgasmic. Everything I touch feels as if it has more depth. I can feel the ridges in my fingers and it’s almost as if the MDMA has added another set of patterns around the room, at this point we were still sitting in my room with no music, just talking. This is when I come to the realization that I neeeeeeed to put on music. I grab a speaker and headphones for later.
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T+1:40 I begin to play ASTROWORLD by Travis Scott and the bass feels like it’s knocking around my room, the highs feel higher and more beautiful, the lows feel more full and warming. The music euphoria is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. After the first few songs in the album I change the music to the song entertainment by Phoenix and this is where I truly realized how beautiful music can be, as I lay in my room with my eyes wide open staring at the complex and changing patterns on my ceiling and smiling uncontrollably. Yet I don’t feel overly energized like MDMA usually makes me feel, I feel very content and relaxed, almost locked into my bed.
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T+02:30 at this point I’ve sat back up and talked to T again who has been enjoying the color changing screen and music as much as I have. This is when I decide I want to go out to my basement living room and lay on my giant beanbag in complete darkness with a very soft blanket and see what I will see. I bring my headphones and begin to play the song I sat by the ocean by queens of the Stone Age and this is when I realize how powerful these two compounds can be especially when mixed. I can feel the music moving through my whole body, the guitar has completely taken me. The visuals were absolutely amazing. I could see anything I wished to see, if I laid there and thought about beautiful colors, my vision would fill with bright, almost neon fractal patterns, almost making me forget where I was at the time. Simply breathtaking.
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T+03:00 as I’m laying there, feeling the music, and enjoying the beautiful colors I realize how hard my jaw is clenching, it probably looks like I’m chewing a massive piece of gum, but I don’t care, it feels so amazing I can’t even fight it.
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T+03:15 still out on the bean bag, listening to A$AP rockys album “testing” the feeling almost seems to die down at the snap of a finger. I literally felt as if there was a pop, and the feeling was then less intense. Feeling my first bit of sadness in hours, I realize this is not going to be like this forever, but I quickly get over it and continue to enjoy the music and the still very intense visuals. Soon I forget all about the loss of feeling because the visuals are still equally as intense.
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T+04:00 the MDMA has died down quite a bit by now but I still have intense music euphoria and the visuals are still breathtaking. This is when I go back into my room and find T laying with all the lights off and with headphones in with a huge grin on his face. I turn the lights on and he looks up at me and smiles and just says “I’m tryna Chief that pen right about now” and I remember about the cartridge. I take 4 huge hits and pass it to him. I could feel the music change again and I could tell that the THC was definitely going to boost this feeling.
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T+05:00 not much has changed, me and t are still in my room talking and laughing about basically anything. We put the color changing screen back on and begin to discuss the evening. Visuals are dying down but I still have intense music euphoria. Almost as if the MDMA isn’t going to completely come off until the LSD does as well. That’s one reason why I enjoyed this combination so much, I feel as if it extended the MDMA high. We continue talking and listening to music for the next 2 hours until we both feel as if we could start to drift to sleep.
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T+07:00 usually if I take LSD without weed I can’t sleep for around 8-10 hours. But at around the 7 hour mark I feel very relaxed and very tired. I fall asleep at probably the 7:45 mark and do so while listening to music the sound that MDMA gives to music is by far my favorite moment throughout the night, it was unlike any other time I’ve taken it.
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T+14:00 after a good night sleep I wake up and feel no negative effects. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">T+14:00 after a good night sleep I wake up and feel no negative effects.</div></div> I have a very pleasant afterglow. Music is still more satisfying, I wouldn’t say it is anywhere near the same, but still better then normal. The LSD has completely warn off.
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Overall this was by far my favorite experience ever. Greatly due to the fact that I spent it with such a great friend. Music has still never quite gone back, and I have absolutely no problem with it. It’s almost as if I’ve just developed a much greater appreciation for music, I have not used MDMA since, as I only use it once every couple of months. I’ve continued to use LSD once a month and it is still as beautiful as always. <!-- To anyone who wants to try this combination,--> I cannot say I recommend this experience unless a person is experienced and has great respect for these powerful substances.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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This trip is from a couple years ago, when I was first starting to try psychedelics. At the time, I had only ever tripped once with some friends on some shrooms and half a tab, which was fun, but uneventful. This time I was tripping by myself in my dorm. My mind was in a pretty good place at the time, although I didn't really know how to judge if I was in a good headspace anyways, being so inexperienced with psychedelics. I wrote almost all of this during the trip as it was happening, it is totally unedited besides a few spots marked ASIDE and the last bit.
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10:15 - Take 1 tab
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10:35 - Swallow the tab
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10:46 - noticing colors more and more
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11:30 - haven't come up that much more, take another half tab
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11:50 - not feeling much, smoked some weed
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11:51 - holy shit I’m high
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ASIDE: At this point I decided to stop time stamping everything because it didn't really make sense to me why I had been doing it in the first place, time felt less important than it did before <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">time felt less important than it did before</div></div>. The rest of this takes place over probably about 6 hours, taking long breaks between paragraphs and sometimes cutting off mid sentence and coming back to it.
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Acid Just makes me feel like there is no floor and I keep falling but not at all in a bad way like I love it. I’ve just lost any sort pf reference frame for anything, I just keep asking why and I keep going down deeper.
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Objectively: I’m watching moana and trying to think of it without any of the assumptions that might come from like society or even just the consequences of being more technologically advanced, and it’s really mind blowing. Just trying to experience it as an indigenous person who has lived their whole life on an island. I feel like I’m truly experiencing it.
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I feel like I’ve removed myself from myself. This is wild. I’m either super high or this movie is incredible. I just feel like I’m falling from idea to idea.
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I’m trying to hold on but I can’t hold on to reality
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Consciousness feels like doing the Euler method for a differential equation
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I’m like seeing each differential band of everything and it produces the next one and like based on that given differential band, there is only one new one that can be produced
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There’s another dimension if I walk through my wall I’m pretty sure, but I can’t walk through walls you know
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Wow what has this become
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Back to moana this is unreal. I’m tripping so hard. This is surreal I’m watching the scene with the crab and the crab looked absolutely nuts. Now maui has a shark head the water just washed over me. It’s like I’m experiencing this I’m gonna stop trying to put this into words because I can’t this is mind ripping. I’m listening to new constellations [ASIDE: by Ryn Weaver, great song, especially when tripping] while watching what for a second I assumed was the climax because I just felt it, but it wasn’t I just I’ve lost all perception
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Right now I’m just trying to hold onto what is real, but
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The rest of this is retrospective, written 2.5 years later
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Around this point, things started to get really hard for me. I hadn't left my dorm except once to go to the bathroom pretty early on and I was starting to legitimately doubt that the world outside of my trip had ever existed. I eventually left my dorm to go try to talk to a friend and maybe try to ground myself again, which helped, but speaking coherently was very difficult as was understanding what the other person was communicating to me. After I had talked to someone and also come down a little bit, I started googling stuff trying to figure how normal what I was experiencing was and to see if I would ever feel normal again. At the time I thought I had experienced ego death, but I am less convinced of this as time goes on, because people generally speak of ego death as a peaceful revelation or epiphany, but it was quite intense and quite scary for me. After a couple days I started to feel normal again though and it was all fine.
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Overall, I think back on this as a generally positive experience, despite how difficult the end was. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Overall, I think back on this as a generally positive experience, despite how difficult the end was.</div></div> I've tripped several times since then and having this experience under my belt and being able to read the report I wrote during has really helped me reassure myself when I start to fall into thought loops and bad trip stuff. What I really like about this trip report is how strongly it simulates what acid feels like. I don’t know if it’s only because I lived it myself or if other people will feel the same way reading it, but when I read this, it makes me feel like I’m tripping again, and the way the format sort of deteriorates as the trip goes on is very evocative of how acid feels to me, which is why I decided to share it.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
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My friends and I had a turbulent and highly variable experience yesterday combining approx 400 micrograms of ingested LSD and approx 10mg of insufflated 2C-T-7.
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Brief background: we are all in our 30s, range from rather small to rather large in size. We are all mentally stable yet far from normal. There was one woman in the group. Only I have traveled the length and breadth of the psychedelic landscape in the past, but the other travelers had all had a good bit of experience. We had recently (as in 2 weeks ago) come off the back of a glorious acid trip on a mountain.
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We began this trip early in the day with 2 blotters each, in a domestic setting. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">We began this trip early in the day with 2 blotters each, in a domestic setting.</div></div> The plan was to add the 2C-T-7 into the mix, experience a substantial peak behind closed doors, and then head out to enjoy the tail end in public places.
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We had all done acid before, and most of us had combined acid with ecstasy to good outcomes. I had tried 2C-T-7 a few times and found it unremarkable though effective.
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Once we laid out and snorted the 2C-T-7 time became very hard to judge. At best I would say that the first 15~30 mins everybody was having an excellent time, sitting around listening to The Flaming Lips' version of Dark Side of the Moon. All but me were tripping as hard as they ever had, but even for me I could feel this to be very full-on. Indeed, I was the first to throw up.
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Then it slowly became apparent that one among us was really struggling with this combo – physically. Her body temperature was way up, and she had trouble communicating and moving. It was certainly a cause for concern. Not least because the rest of us we were barely capable of either diagnosing or attending to the needs of person in the midst of medical problem.
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When the puke hit the floor, a voice of wisdom prevailed – her body is still doing its job and knows that it is fighting a battle; therefore, the worst is over. She should be fine as long as she stabilizes. And she did, physically, though still in a lot of discomfort.
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Somebody had to clean up that sick. And who'd have thought it? The act of cleaning up that sick ended up being my personal highlight of the day. After scooping up the surface layer I got to cleaning the carpet with a wet towel. I'm not a musician, yet as I rubbed that wet towel across the carpet I felt I was in the midst of composing a symphony. The sound and sensation shook me to my core. It was fucking awesome.
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But then, she started crying. And not in a good way. Things basically went from bad to worse. The person best suited to comfort her had entered into his own extended session of vomiting. And the one person who was yet to vomit was becoming overwhelmed by the physical and emotional carnage around him. Try as I might I could not rein in the chaos that was breaking out around me.
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It was a hard few hours. But in the end it was a textbook example that bad trips do end. Our sick and crying friend did have a bad day, mostly due to intense uterine contractions (caused by LSD but exacerbated by the 2C-T-7?), but by the end was able to smile about it. Our other friend went from being overwhelmed, to disturbed, and that mental and emotional torment took a long time to settle – but he was fine in the end.
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And the next day, the guy who had mostly sat on the sidelines, only giving us glimpses of what he was going through, wrote this:<blockquote>
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“Crying is understandable. When you're cruising along through familiar waters and are suddenly torn from those waters and thrust through and beyond the cradling atmosphere into the raw void, it's all right to cry. After all, we were hurtling through space at the speed of mind. She lay cheek-slammed against the wood floor, her body fetal, and like a helpless, worried traveler, I crouched over her saying words. Words that, though I understood, I could not comprehend the meaning of – the individual sounds as they combined to form words baffled me. It's ok. Sometimes traveling can make you sick. And sometimes you feel like you're giving birth. Shattering sobs shook her, and her hair clung like a spider web to her wet brow. We were building toward something. Her wailing was jet fuel, propelling us deeper into space. The rough journey worked us all over – I mean, who of us was actually prepared for space travel that day?
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We thought we'd go to the mall, or throw a frisbee in the park, or maybe play with the puppies at the pet store. We had a list, and it was summarily forgot. Our untrained bodies and minds rebelled and responded appropriately. She couldn't make it to the bathroom, and I made it only as far as the kitchen sink. Where were we going? Silence heralded our arrival. She had stopped crying, and the roiling rings of Jupiter swirled beyond her. The floor held her there and kept her from falling into the planet. My other fellow travelers moved about the apartment, and as long as they kept their feet planted on the floor or sat on the bed or on a chair, they, too, were held in place – as I was – in orbit of Jupiter. It was everywhere, just beyond the walls. The door frames and the floor were the limit of our ship – beyond that nothing but the humming silence of a turning planet. There was no shadow of night on the surface – and yet I never saw my own shadow. My eyes traveled through and around and up and down Jupiter's bands of raging storms, and though I searched for the horizon, I never found it. We were too close. Jupiter was everywhere. My fellow travelers passed before the planet like moons, and my orbit was so close to theirs I thought we might crash into one another. But Jupiter held us all in perfect alignment by its concordant whispers and hums. How long I stayed there marveling at the beauty of the planet I don't know – I could've stayed longer. I would've liked to. Jupiter sings in my memory, and I can't help but wonder what the other planets sound like.”</blockquote>
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Clearly the combination of LSD &amp; 2C-T-7 is not for everyone. Please tread carefully.
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Of the four of us there that day, one was having a miserable time, one a hard time, one a good time against the odds, and one an extraordinary experience to the extent that the troubles of the day were essentially viewed from orbit and didn't seem that bad.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 35</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Feb 27, 2020</td><td>Views: 1,456</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">2C-T-7 (54), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Second Hand Report (42), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3)</td></tr>
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I haven’t had a proper trip in about a year (only micro / mini doses) and the time felt ripe to delve back in. I have been struggling on and off with opiate / kratom addiction for several years and have just quit again after a relapse of a two or three of months. I managed to avoid any serious withdrawal through tapering down slowly, switching from Codeine to Kratom Leaf to Stem and Vein and have been completely clean for three days now, bar one or two lope for unpleasant gastric issues. With it being a new decade, and the beginning of the new university semester, I feel that I need to reset my brain to a more positive mode. I don’t have a specific goal for this trip other than trying to rediscover the wonder and beauty in life; to witness the inherent joy that exists without the aid of the forced contentment of opiates.
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08.10am (T+0.00): Take 1.5 Simpsons tabs (advertised as 140ug each but my personal estimate is 120 - 150ug for the two in total). I also take roughly 800mg Phenibut FAA sublingually as I am still feeling some effects of opioid withdrawal and I believe even a small dose like this may help cover up some of those lingering negative effects.
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(T+1.00): The first signs are starting to come on. There is a shift in the atmosphere, my body is beginning to hum with new sensations and my thought is starting to loosen. I lie in bed and listen to my mum and her boyfriend speak briefly while getting ready to leave for work. It strikes me that communication is about acknowledgment. We communicate largely in order to have our being recognised by another being; we do this by speaking to another, showing them that we acknowledge their existence in the hope that they will acknowledge ours. The phatic function of speech is essential and the information often inconsequential.
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(T+2.00) It is coming up to election time here and I got embroiled in a political discussion with my girlfriend regarding her accountant brother's defence of the current leading party’s neoliberal economic model. My cognitive abilities don’t seem to have been impaired to any substantial degree so far. My mind was jumping from concept to concept faster than usual and the connections where coming a bit easier, but it was all very coherent. The political discourse detracted from my experience of the trip as it became the focal point of my mind.
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I always find LSD to be pretty underwhelming from a visual perspective, for me it is in its psychological capacity that its true beauty shines. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I always find LSD to be pretty underwhelming from a visual perspective, for me it is in its psychological capacity that its true beauty shines.</div></div>
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Visually; I have some mild tracers, colours are more vivid and there is a slightly 3D shimmering quality to images. Textures are more apparent and heightened pattern recognition is definitely present. Everything has that acid sheen to it.
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It’s a beautiful day for a trip. It is a fresh February morning, the sun is shining with that clear white light of early spring, touches of warmth beginning to show in the renewed green vibrancy of leaves. Life begins to slowly awaken, flies yet again dance around the dewy morning grass, ephemeral. Birds sit on barren branches, buds showing promise on the woody vestibules reaching towards the clear sky. But the chill of winter is still in the air- old father death breathing rebirth into the spring breeze.
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(T+2.25) I hope I wasn’t coming on too ideologically with my partner when talking about politics earlier on. I did stress the point that I am ideological and that so is her brother or anyone else trying to influence her, to try and make her aware of the ideology behind arguments. She needs to make her own informed decision.
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But, is it really possible to talk about politics without getting ideological? Any attempt to political objectivity is ideological, because the very premise of politics is ideology. Proclaiming to be unideological and political is a contradiction in terms. This logical fallacy is only possible to maintain on the premise that there is some sort of epistemological political truth ie. one omnipotent ur-ideology that is true way of living. Which is by no stretch a highly charged ideological standpoint.
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(T+2.45) Synchronicity or not? The postman just arrived with a book on Politics for my partner and a copy of Hakim Bey’s T.A.Z. for a friend. Dear god, am I becoming an ideologue?
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(Approx. T+4.00) I decided to go out for a walk down to the beach.
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Looking out at the flowing forms and mounds made in the sand from the shifting tide made me think about how the landscape is in constant flux and chaos. But chaos produces pattern and order, just like the beautiful forms left in the sand; order and pattern does exist but it is transient and never fixed.
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I stopped at a few quiet spots along the way to smoke pipes of beautiful Ketama hashish and absorb the view.
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Walking by the rocks on Poolbeg beach is better than any art exhibition. Each rock is so masterful in its artistry. The complexity of pattern, colour, texture is overwhelmingly exquisite. The beauty of the assemblage of a multitude of archaic minerals forged together over aeons to form these rocks is astounding to me. I catch myself getting very engrossed in the various rocks and their layers and textures, I have to watch myself every now and then so as to not appear too outside of the realms of consensus behaviour…
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The colours are vibrant lilac - metallic shimmering greens - shades of rust and orange - amazing turquoise and electric yellow lichen - cut with veins of quartz crystal.
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The dance of life and decay create art.
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(T+5.30): The trip has primarily been expansive, clear and calm. The headspace is very lucid but with a tendency towards poetics and complexity.
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(T+5.50): It’s difficult to describe how the visuals manifest. There is no patterning, no obvious halo-ing or such. Everything just takes on a form of heightened beauty and significance; in what feels like a true sense, the image does not appear distorted - just as it is. The world isn’t altered in any way, only my perception of it.
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(T+7.30): The swirling tones of Terry Riley’s Shri Camel play in the background and I decide to weigh up 23mg of changa (60% DMT) …
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A feeling of full body bliss and beatific euphoria - of beingness - a warm euphoria of the soul. Home.
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I smoked the remaining 57mg of my stash of changa hoping that the LSD would help push me to break through. The swirling geometric patterning became overwhelming along with the physical rush. I fell back and succumbed to it. There was a feeling of a force, a pull, and the immersive geometry was astounding, but it was disjointed and ultimately devoid of any intelligible meaning. In the end it fell short of the breakthrough I was looking for and was instead just a powerful sub-breakthrough experience. I missed the breakthrough this time and was left at the precipice, but my trust in lady DMT has been restored and I will reach for that entrance next time. It has added a definite lingering extra layer of psychedelia. The headspace and visual residue are calm and pleasant.
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The rest of the evening I just chilled out, read, watched a bit of TV and smoked hash.
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Overall it was a very pleasant, clear and gentle trip; I look forward to the next experience.
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The Afterglow: over the following days I was left with a sense of heightened mental clarity and complexity of thinking. Like I had consumed nutrients for the brain.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2020</td><td width="90">ExpID: 114083</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 29</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Mar 3, 2020</td><td>Views: 882</td></tr>
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-->At the time when this story takes place, I was decently familiar with psychedelics like mushrooms and LSD, and I'd done smaller amounts of DMT before, but this was ths first time I'd ever mixed psychedelics. At the time, I was going through depression due to a breakup that happened around a year before that. I had low self esteem, and I developed a habbit of drinking enough beer to get buzzed every day. I decided early on one day that I wanted to dose 1 tab of LSD, so I brought some with me to the skatepark. My intention was to have a fun trippy time with some friends who may have wanted to do it with me.
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I was riding at the skatepark when I saw an old friend (J). I used to work with him in a different city, so I was suprised to see him there. We chatted for a while and I asked if he wanted to dose LSD with me, and he said "of course" and asked me if his friend (whom I've never met) can join us. I said "of course, a friend of yours is a friend of mine." A few hours later, we went to grab my guitar from my house and went to a golf course nearby. All three of us dosed 1 tab each at this time. About an hour after we dosed, I started feeling the typical onset I usually do. My thoughts were coming and going faster and analyzing other thoughts, and what others were saying. I started feeling bad vibes were coming onto me which were triggered by me thinking about my ex-girlfriend, and could have also been influenced by J's friend being a little provocative and sarcastic and a bit disrespectful during the incline of the LSD. J noticed I was quiet and was a little off, so he asked me "what's wrong, man?" and I said "I don't know. I think I just need some beer." I decided I was determined that alcohol would be the solution to my weird unsettling vibes, and calm my thoughts down. We went to the liquor store to buy a 24-pack of beer and went right back to the same spot at the golf course. I was drinking beer after beer and didn't seem to be able to get buzzed at all. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was drinking beer after beer and didn't seem to be able to get buzzed at all.</div></div> It seemed that the LSD had too much control over my thoughts. So I drank more.
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We were just hanging out and smoking cannabis, and I was trying to get into playing my guitar. At some point, J asked me, did you bring your DMT? And I said "NOO, there's no way we're doing that right now." He said "not for you, for me." So I threw the container to him, and he said "I don't know how to pack it though, can you do it for me?" So I packed it for him. I was thinking, "This isn't for me, and he wants to trip out. I'm going to send him in DEEP." so I eyeballed what I thought was quite a large amount, and used a normal marijuana spoon pipe. I put some parsley on the bottom of the bowl to cover the hole, sprinked the DMT on the parsley, and put another (decently thick) layer of parsley on the top. Before I handed it to him, I just stared at it, thinking something like, "This is such a powerful bowl, just one toke away and this will send anyone in..." and while I was staring at it, he just said "do it, man.". Without giving it any further thought, I sparked the lighter, (and stopped the flame as soon as the parsley caught ember) and toked it like it was the last toke I was ever going to smoke. I smoked about 90% of what was in the bowl. I held in the smoke and anticipated 10 seconds, counting "1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8.." and I exhaled...
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At first everything started pulsating and flickering white brighter and brighter, while turning into a huge sphere around me. Then, all the space around me became sort of an upwards, spherical tunnel with layers, like floors. It was like I'd unlocked the the secret control room of the universe, and I saw the layers of the multiverse, and I had an unnerving sense that I was about to have an accidental sneak peak at something I wouldn't be ready for. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had an unnerving sense that I was about to have an accidental sneak peak at something I wouldn't be ready for.</div></div> There was a top and a bottom to this spherical space, like an up and a down, sort of like a tunnel. Maybe more like an oval. I looked around, and geometric visions were flowing around like snakes, and they were just flowing up and down through this deep spacial abyss. I was in such intense awe and I drifted into a state of mumbling and moaning, and basically lost all sense of consciousness and sense of identity and humanness altogether, while still visibly awake, moving and making weird moany noises. Then it seemed like J was putting me into a trance by mumbling with me, "you good bro?" and I said "I'm goooodd ..." and he said "yeeeaaah, you gooood?..." and said "yeeeaaa..." I felt so hypnotized into a trance, but I do vaguely recall this moment.
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Then, out of the blue, he asked me, "so how was it?" and BAM. I woke from the trance, looked at my hands, realized I was a human, looked around and responded, "how was what??" At this point, I had no idea what was going on, or why my memory seemed to have dissapeared, like I woke up from getting knocked unconscious. He specified, "That fat hit of DMT you just smoked, man!? How was it?!" This shocked me, and I started to chuckle through realizing what just happened (for about 3 seconds) and then I burst into tears. For those 3 seconds, this thought process went through my head: I realized, "I'm alive, I'm a human, this was all a DMT trip" and then I remembered who I was and everything I knew again (that was attached to my identity), and I was back on earth. I then thought about the experience I just had while I was fully immersed, and couldn't hold myself together and burst into tears of awe, serenity, and love for the universe, and everything and everyone in it. I gave away the rest my psychedelics after that, but I kept my weed, for that was the only drug I felt was most important to me after that. I thought I would never want to smoke DMT again after that, but I was absolutely glad I did it.
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I was in such a brotherly-loving mood. I said, "give me a hug man! I f'n love you bro!" and I hugged him so hard, like aggressive love. I then turned to his friend and said "you got bad vibes man! But I still love you though!" His vibes were bothering me the whole night in general, and I didn't want him to take it personal but I felt the need to be honest with him and let everything out to everyone. Perhaps that wasn't necessary to say to him, but at the time, I felt like being my most honest self was the right thing to do, and I didn't see any bad reprocussions coming from it. I basically spent the rest of the night raving about my experience after I'd some time to process it. I felt the need to try so hard to explain to them what I saw and felt during the experience, and I couldn't get over how mind-blowing and full of astonishment and awe it was.
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It was getting late so we decided to leave and I finally started to feel buzzed after that, like I released whatever was holding that back from me. J called another friend of his with a car to pick us up. I was in the back seat just going on about my experience, then I spilling my lonely heart out to him (j), "I have so much romantic love and no one to give it to. I'm so lonely." I was so emotional and I felt like my soul was wide enough open to feel how I needed to feel.
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I think I wasn't able to fully take everything the experience could have offered me because I was in a bad place mentally, and I was with someone I didn't know or trust, and I was drinking so much alcohol. I can't reflect too much on this because my focus was so hazy due to my depression at the time, and because it happened such a long time ago, and because I was drunk, even if I wasn't really feeling drunk at first. But what I can take from it is that I realized that I really wasn't over my ex-girlfriend and I realized the damage it caused my heart and soul. I realized I needed healing, and I know it didn't happen for me in this experience alone.
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If I was in the right mind, I would have changed many aspects about my experience. (Despite the good effect I may have gotten from it.) My mind-set was terrible, which may have not been such a bad thing, considering it seemed to wider open my eyes to how I was feeling, and get a clearer perspective on my mental hang-ups deep inside. I still think I could have been smarter about a lot of the aspects of the experience.
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Tripping during depression, with someone I just met, and while drinking alcohol are all things I would have liked to do differently. <!-- Good luck with your future experiences.--><!-- End Body -->
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This trip took place in August of 2017. I was 19 and had just finished a long summer of teaching at a nearby tech college. Knowing I was going back to college in a week and that my family was out of town for the weekend, I wanted to end the summer with a bang. I’ve never been huge on ragers, though. My friends in high school were the “League of Legends and Team Fortress 2” type, I didn’t try alcohol or weed until my senior year of high school. Those first times were exciting stories in their own, but I digress.
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Although I liked getting plastered just as much as the next college kid, I had a unique interest in psychedelics. I was a huge fan of cannabis, and while I had never tried a real “psychedelic”, I had been through intense out-of-body experiences after taking edibles and smoking large quantities of kief. I knew these were nothing compared to what magic mushrooms could make you experience, so I texted my “druggie friend” from high school to ask about them. He had taught me how to use a bong a year before this and had told me all about his experiences with alcohol, psychedelics, and hard drugs. I asked him if he knew where to get “mushies”, as he called them, and he was elated that I wanted to try them. He said he’d have them ready by the weekend, so I gave him some cash and he went on his way.
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A couple days later he texted me and said his guy was out of mushrooms but had 3 hits of LSD left. He and I were told they were about 100 micrograms per tab, but when you’re buying illegal drugs you really never know for sure. He bought them at ten bucks a tab and gave them to me along with some change. I thanked him and went on my way.
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The night I took them, I had smoked cannabis about two or three hours prior and still had the “hungry and tired” after effect from that. I had had a few cups of coffee that morning, and I was taking 200 mg Zoloft a day for my anxiety problems.
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At about 6:00 PM, before my trip sitter had arrived, I put two tabs under my tongue. The tabs had a pretty purple and yellow geometric pattern printed onto them. They didn’t taste metallic (if it’s bitter, it’s a spitter), just like ink and paper, so I was confident it wasn’t NBOMe. After about 15 minutes of letting it dissolve I chewed the paper and swallowed them with a swig of water. I went inside and sat down on the living room couch with my dog. After petting him for about 20 or 30 minutes, I started to feel that “skin crawling” come-up buzz that some users mention. The closest thing I could compare it too is like I had one too many coffees before work and I'm very happy, but also jittery and on edge. No differences in visuals yet, so I knew I there was much more to come. After another 20 minutes or so, I noticed my dog’s hair looked… different. A tiny bit more colorful, a tiny bit shinier, but everything still looked somewhat normal. Then I looked at a map of a lake in Idaho that my parents had hung on our wall. The thin black borders on the coastline were morphing, moving in and out, the size and shape of the lake changing as I watched.
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I was utterly fascinated and instantly fell in love with acid, but still felt a bit on edge from the come-up. I went outside with my dog and lit a small bowl of weed in my bubbler. It was sunny, dry, and probably mid-70’s. My dog laid down in the sun next to me, looking so peaceful and happy that I started giggling. What a good boy, I thought. After smoking the bowl, I got even more jittery and happy, which was not my intention but enjoyable nonetheless.
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The next hour was relaxing, but relatively uneventful. Just listened to some laid-back rap music on my deck and browsed reddit, waiting for the visuals to really begin. The light coming from my laptop screen began to look vibrant and “plastic”, like a glossy comic book. After this hour passed, at about 8:00 PM, my friend arrived.
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My friend and I had known each other since 7th grade when we met in Boy Scouts, and we still hung out a few times a week to smoke and chat and listen to music. He got there knowing my trip had already began, and was interested in hearing about it. As soon as he arrived I was talking at 100 miles per hour, and I knew it. I apologized for talking his ear off but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was a junior at a liberal arts college, so it wasn’t his first time trip sitting. Although he didn’t take any acid, he wasn’t planning on staying completely sober. We both pulled out our mason jars and grinders, then went out on the back porch to load his bong.
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At this point I was getting noticeable visuals all the time. Water and liquids defracted light in the most peculiar way. My friend’s face has rays of light shooting out perpendicular to each other, and his face looked vibrantly pink and almost yellow at times. We started playing some Kendrick or Travis Scott or something as we smoked bowl after bowl. We were both heavy cannabis smokers, so after 3 or 4 hefty bowls with a bit of kief sprinkled in, we were feeling good and sedated. I wanted to try what I now call the ultimate hippy speedball: LSD, Cannabis, and Caffeine.
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I brewed up some really nice pour-over coffee that my neighbor had roasted for me. For those that aren’t familiar with pour-overs, it’s like drip-coffee but for one cup at a time. The spinning and bubbling motion made by the hot water and coffee grounds was utterly mesmerizing, I gazed down the coffee pot for the whole 3 minutes it took to brew. I don’t remember whether or not I made a cup of coffee for my friend too, but I had a huge mug to myself and it tasted very good. The bitter flavor that usually comes with coffee wasn’t there in this cup, and it just tasted like electric chocolate, for lack of a better term. Although I was drinking it black, it tasted creamy and sweet, and it warmed my stomach in the most comforting way after swallowing.
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My friend rolled a joint and we went out to my front yard, which bordered a thick forest. We walked down to the edge of the forest with our coffee and joint, and I was fascinated by how the trees moved in the wind. I asked my friend “how windy is it out here? I can’t tell how much of the tree movement is from the wind and how much of it is the acid.” My friend laughed and said the trees weren’t moving at all. They were also gradually changing colors - purple, blue, orange, bright green, and everything in between. The way it changed colors looked a lot like the music video for Jaden Smith’s “Watch Me”.
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We joked about how funny it felt, just standing on the front lawn smoking a joint and sipping coffee. We walked back up to our front porch and sat on the steps. I grabbed my bluetooth speaker and put on NY State of Mind by Nas, my mind swaying back and forth with the piano and drums. As I looked down, I saw a beautiful geometric pattern spanning the entire driveway. The seemed to be made of hexagon and pentagons, somehow fitting together perfectly instead of leaving space in between like they usually would’ve. Staring at the driveway for too long would cause the pattern to fade and reappear differently in my peripheral vision a few seconds later. This was amazing, I didn’t understand why LSD was illegal. It gave me the curiosity of a kindergartener with the social confidence of a drunk high schooler.
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We eventually went back inside, surprised to see that only an hour had passed since he arrived. Both of us too high to perceive time normally, so one hour felt like three or four. We went back outside and smoked for hours and hours, taking breaks to talk about school, politics, music, girls, my trip, whatever was on our minds. Sometimes we’d sit in silence, just appreciating the high. The visuals were stunning. Trees lining the horizon appeared to have been painted into the sky with watercolors, having smooth and natural edges, but with no distinct borders between each tree. The white fence going around my porch had vertical supports which vibrated in sync with the music like guitar strings.
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At some point in the night we decided to listen to Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight, a hip-hop album by Travis Scott. It was already one of my favorite albums, and it had numerous references to psychedelics, so we figured it fit the occasion. What an experience. The transition from Sweet Sweet to Outside was incredible to listen to, and the last two songs on the album sent us off with a wonderful upbeat mindstate. It was late by now, the sun has gone down and there was only the dim, grey glow from moon illuminating the horizon. There were two one-person hammocks hung up next to the table, so we rolled another joint and sat in the hammocks, watching the stars and smoking to some rock and punk music. At some point Charlie Don’t Surf by The Clash came on, and I was mesmerized by the vocals and dreamy, twangy guitar sounds that echoed through my head.
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Around midnight or 1:00 AM, my friend asked me how I was feeling. I was confident I had passed the peak, since I was five hours into the trip and having fewer visuals, so I told him I was good and he could go home whenever he was ready. We hung out for a bit longer, eventually packing up our stuff and heading inside when it got a little cold on the porch. After he went home, I went upstairs to my room with the dog, just listening to music and watching YouTube videos until I fell asleep. I still felt that energizing feeling I had during the come up, so I just got comfy and relaxed until I was sober enough to go to bed.
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The next morning, aside from feeling a bit lethargic from smoking so much weed and staying up late, I felt great. I didn’t have any incredible introspective epiphanies or spiritual experiences, during the trip, just saw and heard many beautiful things. After some coffee and a walk, I felt refreshed and ready for the semester of college that lay ahead. I wouldn’t recommend this drug to everyone. If I wasn’t on my medication, or if had taken it in a place I wasn’t familiar with, I felt I could have easily had a panic attack. However, my surroundings were familiar and my trip sitter was a close friend, so I had a great time. A few months later I purchased Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight on vinyl because of this trip.
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
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I have since, and almost immediately did, come to understand what went wrong, and that I am, and was, OK.
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Hippie music festival, Labor Day 2009. After not getting much sleep the night before due to travel, my friends and I decide to take some liquid LSD. It was tried previously by the man that brought it, a close friend, and we knew it was good. I have also been taking LSD for some years and no novice to the grip that it can have. I decided to have 2 hits, administered to my palm and then licked.
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The crescendo to the peak was more intense than any peak I’ve ever had. Two female friends of mine who both took one hit and I were very laughy about the melting feeling we were experiencing. That is until the melting became too much to handle. I literally felt as if I was growing roots and was becoming part of the ground. Melting right into the ground.
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That is when I began to fight it. The act on stage was a few well known rappers and the negativity of their set combined with the audio being off ( as I was to discover later ) made things all the worse. Things began to fade. I began to assume that the rooting to the ground feeling was what it felt like to die. Soon enough a friend of mine helped me off the ground and pulled me back for a moment. I felt as if she was ripping my roots from the soil itself. I had enough time for me to tell her, “I’m hanging on by a thread here Michelle.” That is the last thing I remember saying for sure, for the next hour or so.
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I was told that I began to shed my clothes and stripped down to a wife beater and jeans in central NY September night time weather. Then I left my friends.
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What I saw was not what I was doing. What I saw was what my mind wanted to show me. At first all I heard people saying was, “these are just words, nothing we are saying right now matters.” (exact quotes) There was a serious sense that nothing mattered. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">There was a serious sense that nothing mattered.</div></div> Soon, that is all that I heard. I remember making it back to the rappers hoping that my favorite band was on and would get me leveled. But they were just rapping, “words, yeah, words.” That is literally what they were saying into their microphones, just the word “words”.
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Soon enough I had convinced myself that I had died, or was dying and that I needed to fight to stay alive. I saw myself on a gurney, being rushed to an ambulance hearing someone say, “That’s what happens when you do drugs.”
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Then I found myself at an intersection of a car accident some time later. My friends were all there and I did not have any idea what was going on. Then I figured out that I was in denial and shock after my girlfriend had been killed in a car accident. I dropped to my knees and began to weep ( which I’m sure I did for real in front of a whole mass of people ). Only to snap out of that and feel as if I might be in hell. Total despair is the only feeling I can sadly associate to this short time.
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Once that vision passed I began to accept that I was dead, and that it was time to return my soul to where ever it goes. The strangest feeling of death and rebirth began to play out in my mind. The sun set, then it rose. Set, rose. Over and over again this went on. Much like the scene from HG Wells’ Time Machine toward the end of the book. With every sunrise, I seemed to gain strength, warmth. And then the sun would not come, and the people began to speak negatively once again. In a sudden fit of sanity, I asked a man for a cigarette. I clearly remember him asking for 5$. I said “no”. Then he asked for 10$, I said “no” again. I got the cigarette. They must have taken some pity on me, fore they lit the smoke for me. By doing this my body screamed to my brain that I was freezing. It must have been the warmth of the lighter.
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Through pure willpower I made it back to my tent and my jacket and tried to get a close friend to level me out. He was very drunk and no help. I even remember telling him that I really needed him. I needed him to level me out. But I just put my sweater on and followed a friend of a friend I had met that night back to the show. At least now warm.
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The band was on, drum solos from the drummers. I began to gain a bit of my senses back and figured out that I had to pee. I made it back to the stage just in time for Buster to save me from my own awful thoughts.
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By pure chance a close friend saw me and grabbed me and took me to the rest of the group. They were obviously worried but I needed them to do nothing but hug me.
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I was to later discover, part by flashes of what happened and part by talking to a security guard that was watching me THE WHOLE TIME, that I spent that time walking from the center of the festival camping area where a large light was, through the VIP area to the side gate mumbling to myself. I saw him later after I leveled out and he asked me to “get out of the VIP area, please, for god’s sake” I said to him, “you have said this to me before haven’t you”. He said, “Yes, all night you have been walking from that light to the gate mumbling to yourself, please stay out of VIP”. I thanked him for not kicking my ass to which he said, “You were obviously in bad shape earlier. I would never hurt someone as lost as you seemed. But you were OK, you just walked from there to there mumbling, nothing else.”
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I don’t remember ANY of that! But that made me feel a lot better.
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The rest of the night ended up being a great time. Other than finding my cousin crying and nearly shitting himself (he took 3). Getting him back to camp and to a bathroom was in my capacity at this point.
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I do not blame the drug for all of this. It was irresponsible for me to ingest psychoactives as tired as I was. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">It was irresponsible for me to ingest psychoactives as tired as I was.</div></div> Especially a very potent one. I was worried, of course. But I also knew that this happens. It almost goes with the territory. 15 years and this is the 1st time I’ve had a bad trip. I learned a lesson about moderation, and that the older you get the more careful you must be.
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Did I do the same stuff the rest of the weekend, yes. Call me dumb, but I was much more careful and made sure to get sleep and drink lots of water. And I also made sure to stay warm. It’s funny how the vision of the sunrise sparked the need for warmth. Which started the slow process of my sanity returning.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 29</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Mar 23, 2020</td><td>Views: 889</td></tr>
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Since my junior year of high school I’ve been greatly interested in the use of psychoactive substances. As with most I started out smoking weed and drinking alcohol with friends, I then began to experiment with substances such as Amphetamines, copious amounts of diphenhydramine, synthetic cannabis products, MDMA, and DXM. It wasn’t until this summer that I began using LSD. The first three times I tripped I was always in good company and in a safe and controlled environment. However last Sunday, a close friend and I decided to do what most people would strongly discourage. We took a hallucinogenic substance and ventured out into public.
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“SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!!” My close friend exclaimed as he flew down the stairs into his basement. I had been sitting on the couch staring at the open door that led into the washroom. I was trying to figure out whether or not the door was attempting to crawl off its hinges. We had each taken a supposed double dipped tab of LSD about thirty minutes before this. My friend (let’s call him B) sat down beside me as I agreed that something certainly was happening. This was his first time taking acid although he had done shrooms previously. I was beginning to develop that all too familiar feeling of uncertainty and anticipation<!-- , that anyone that has taken acid could relate too-->. My body felt as if a colony of ants was inside me, all working together to keep me functional. By no means was this unpleasant, I sat there and enjoyed every second of it.
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About forty five minutes after we had taken the acid we contacted a friend that would be willing to meet us in order to sell us weed. Me and my friend are both avid pot smokers and I feel as though just me and him could easily smoke an ounce in a matter of hours, so this was nothing new to us. Before we left I remember telling him that leaving the house on acid was a bad idea and that no doubt the visuals were to be kicking in full force very soon. The walls and objects all around me were all ready breathing and waving as if they were jello. We both came to the conclusion that it was a beautiful late summer day and walking around the busy streets of Northwest Philadelphia would be far more enjoyable then sitting in a damp, cold, visually unappealing basement. We went upstairs and walked out the door into the beautiful pre fall weather. We had decided that skateboarding there would be both interesting and less suspicious. It was only 2:45 in the afternoon. 45 minutes in and the trees and grass were already swirling and rippling. I jumped on to my skateboard and did a trick that I can barely do sober. I felt AMAZING. I landed cleanly on the board and continued riding up the hill toward the busy main street.
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Me and B decided to go into the gas station Wawa to get a drink. As we approached the door I jokingly talked about how funny it would be if we peaked as we were at the counter. We walked through the door; the whole place took on a strange depressing government type feel. I almost felt as if I was at the DMV or maybe the post office. The ceiling stretched and grew to an outrageous height. I remember thinking about all the people in there. That they were all staring at me and they knew I was not one of them. I could almost feel how dilated my eyes were. I imagined by now my bright green eyes had succumbed to a pit of pure black. I faced the menacing glare of the overweight woman helping me at the counter. Her face took on a scary lizard type look. I felt like Hunter Thompson in the scene from Fear and Loathing where he talks to the hotel desk clerk and just mutters incoherent gibberish as her face morphs. After the purchase B and I walked out the door and completely lost it. The acid had began to peak and we were in a complete laughing fit.
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By some miracle we made it up the busy street, bought the pot, and made it back to B’s basement. An hour and a half into the trip visuals were impossible to ignore. The walls were now swirling and hyperventilating. No doubt the basement door was trying to escape its hinges. The white wall in front of me took on faint colorful argyle patterning. We loaded up the bong and ripped it. My emotional state was perfect. I was aware I was making memories and was having one of the best days of my life. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was aware I was making memories and was having one of the best days of my life.</div></div> Lucy in the sky with diamonds played on in the background of the bong rips, followed by Jimi Hendrix and Led Zeplin. The butterflies in my stomach gave way to pure euphoria. B passed me the bong and stated that he wouldn’t want to have this experience with anyone other than me. That one single statement made my day.
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The cannabis had boosted the acid to a new level. The jittery speed like body high was now the most relaxed and mellow high I ever felt. We walked back out the door to meet with a few close friends to smoke more pot. Still on the peak at the top of this rollercoaster we set out into the neighborhood. The trees took on a whole new life of their own. I got the feeling they were almost sentient and approved very much so of what me and B were doing. We met up with our friends who were skeptical of how hard we were tripping. I felt as though my one friend N was in particular being a complete dick, his words had a malicious and domineering tone. He seemed to be speaking in a matter of fact type tone and acted like a know it all. MY other friend M and my other friend D also joined us as we traveled to the back of a graveyard. The graveyard was a place all the neighborhood kids came to drink beer and smoke blunts. In the back corner stood a spooky old shed and a decrepit tree. We sat on one of those graves that are long slaps of marble. Far from the public we sparked our blunts and had typical conversation. B and I were in our own little world. It was almost as if our minds weren’t changed but the world around us was.
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It was nearing seven o clock, five hours in and the visuals were still pressing on. The sky was now filled with elegant colorful patterns typically found on lace garments. The thin and wispy cirrus clouds filled the sky which as the sun set began changing colors from bright blue to bright orange and purple. The world all around me was so beautiful. I had traveled to tropical regions on vacation, and many other scenic locations but nothing compared to the beauty of this Northwest Philadelphia graveyard, on this amazing late summer night. I felt a firm connectedness with the nature and what was happening all around me. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I felt a firm connectedness with the nature and what was happening all around me.</div></div> Not a single bad vibe. I could tell B was enjoying himself; staring at the sky in a daze. Laughing and smiling. You would have thought he was watching fireworks. As the sun set so did the trip. We arrived back at B’s house at around eight. We all sat around and smoked the bong and played playstation. My friends who had school tomorrow departed a bit later. I left B’s house. As I walked up the steps of the basement Iooked back at B and we both agreed that it had been a great time. I head nod later and I was back on my skateboard in brittle late summer air, only guided by street lights I nodded goodbye to the trees that lined B’s street and they waved back. Something certainly had happened.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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Background, camping in a pristine location with 5 friends all of whom were tripping.
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Consumed 1 tab (@110ug) at ~12:30
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Around 1:00 we left our camp after riding the come up and walked over to a nearby waterfall and river style thing that we stayed at for roughly 1:30h because it was so pleasant. At this point despite it being roughly 2:30 I was still getting very minimal visuals, a substantial bit of symmetrical vision but not so much any classic LSD visuals I typically have. Then we decided we could go for a walk up a hill that we had walked up the day prior, the walk was roughly 25 mins each way to where there was a spot we rested at at the end each time. While the walk probably did take 25 while tripping it definitely felt a lot longer than the first time going up and the physical aspect of walking coupled with the heat definitely amped up the trippy-ness.
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So we get to the top of where we were aiming which was where suddenly in the middle of forest on either side for ages there was a huge clearing with a big sloping field. We got to a point where there was a big log that was above all of the tall grass, we sat there and looked down on an absolutely awesome view of rolling hills, little farm houses and just a generally perfect day.
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At this point we decided we could do a few nitrous chargers (NOS, Whippets), before we started he walk back down. Keep in mind by now this was around 3 and a bit hours into the trip so it definitely was ramping up but I still wasn’t having any majorly apparent visuals so I thought it might kick things up a notch. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I still wasn’t having any majorly apparent visuals so I thought it might kick things up a notch.</div></div>
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This is the point where if went south. I was the first to have a nitrous and as it started all was good but as I started coming around and regaining awareness I could feel an intense feeling of dread. Due to the minimal nature of the visuals I really couldn’t tell that I was tripping and at this point had forgot I took a nitrous as well. As a result I looked back over to my other friends and they were all frozen.
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The best way I have been able to remember it in my own head was by describing it like this:
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You know when you are looking at one spot for a long time and you sort of fill in the area in your peripheral (for example you may see a clock in your peripheral vision but you can’t actually read anything on it, it’s just your brain filling in gaps with information it knows.) this was kind of the case with the nitrous. As I was regaining consciousness I looked over and it was if my peripheral vision was locked into place so I could see them all sitting there with balloons inflating randomly in their mouths constantly while they were talking. And then they started looking at me and laughing and snickering amongst themselves which to me seemed like these were the entities that were trapping me in this virtual world.
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(I also want to make it clear they were doing nothing mean or insidious towards me in real life this was all in my head)
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At this point I have figured out that something is not right and that what I’m experiencing isn’t real but I didn’t know why because I didn’t know I was tripping and had had a nitrous. I started yelling at them and moving over to them and like grabbing them (again all in my head) and screaming at them but they just laughed and inflated more balloons. I also had an experience of walking right up to them and them sounding like they were trapped behind a painting, I could smear and touch them but they wouldn’t react and I could still hear them talking and laughing.
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At this point I somehow remembered I was tripping, probably because the nitrous was running out of time being effective in the real world even though it had felt like hours. So I tried reaching into my bum bag that I took on the walk that I had kept a Xanax in just in case anyone was having a bad time.
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But when I tried to open it the zipper just wouldn’t open no matter how hard I tried (realistically in hindsight it was because I was tripping really hard and In the tail end of a nitrous). Finally I managed to get it open but then I couldn’t pull the baggie out of my bum bag, so at this point I fully freaked out because I thought I was hallucinating all of that as well and that he reason I couldn’t access it was because this was a fake world and the Xanax, my bum bag and everything else didn’t really exist. All of the things that occurred during the nitrous felt infinite and like I was the joke at the centre of some evil simulation.
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I then stood up again and started yelling at my friends “is this real is this real” and at this point the nitrous had finally worn off and they were really stunned because I had just been sitting there chilling out and then suddenly jumped up and was freaking out.
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After this point it took me around an hour to begin to be able to distinguish what was real and fake <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">it took me around an hour to begin to be able to distinguish what was real and fake</div></div>. I was very close to taking a Xanax at many points throughout this experience but am glad I saved it until right when I wanted to sleep as I feel like a confronted one of the most interesting experiences of my life.
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I had many other very interesting visuals on the comedown but nothing came close to the vivid and surreal nature of that experience.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2020</td><td width="90">ExpID: 114170</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Apr 4, 2020</td><td>Views: 926</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Nature / Outdoors (23), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)</td></tr>
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I have always had a curious personality, and when I came to realize what drugs were and how many were out there it was no exception. I have experimented with many drugs including shrooms, cocaine and marijauna. I had been curious about LSD for a long time but was not keen to take it until recently. I had been trying to get a hold of it for about three weeks, and I had made sure that I was going to take it with my friend that was experienced in tripping. I had also made sure that I would be at my house and in a safe environment because of the bad stories I had heard about LSD. My mom had even told me that the one time that she tripped, her entire trip she had thought she was dead. So one of my friends had a friend who at the 420 festival in Tennessee near where I live got a hold of some LSD. I called my friend and we bought the LSD. We each took 3 hits around midnight. It took about two hours to begin to feel the effects.
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I noticed that it wasn't like alot that I have heard. I began to get emotional and tell my friend that I loved him, and that I needed him... <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I noticed that it wasn't like alot that I have heard. I began to get emotional and tell my friend that I loved him, and that I needed him...</div></div> (I had felt this for a while but could not tell him, and the acid helped). After I got that out, I began to see everything begin to breathe and move. I had bags of clothes in my room and they were changing shapes, becoming animals and planes and such. For about five minutes straight my friend and I rolled around on my bed laughing and all I could say was 'I love you'. It was all feeling, I could not put words to it. Everything was talking to me, but it wasnt in words or formulated thoughts, it was just something I knew and felt. I also felt like I was in my friend's thoughts, and he was in mine. I also looked in the mirror, and I saw myself for who I really am and there are no words to that.
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Around six in the morning I looked out my window for what felt like the first time. I cried because the mist on the pond was so beautiful. We ventured out of my room and put on the movie 'The Lord of the Rings'... The animated one. That movie was so great. The hobbits eyes were so expressive, and the singing was hilarious. Throughout the trip I kept feeling so happy. We went outside to smoke a cigarette and it was exhausting to look at the bright day, and I felt like my trip was over and ten minutes later when the wizards were in space, I realized it wasn't. Halfway through the movie, another one of my friends stopped by and he looked so odd while I was tripping. We stepped outside with this guest and smoked a bowl of marijauna with him. It was very hard to hold a conversation with him while I was tripping and he wasn't. I also noticed that one of the bushes looked very fake, like it was made of plastic.
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My mom woke up, and it was also very hard to be around her while I was tripping. It was almost as if we spoke different languages. She sent us to the grocery store, and it was an adventure all in its own. Around two o'clock in the afternoon my friend left, and I was still tripping. I walked to my neighbor's apt and we smoked a joint, and I stepped onto his balcony and asked him why no one had ever let me outside before. I decided that I needed to wander around and went and sat on my steps and looked at the woods. The trees were dancing and waving and breathing and singing. A bird flew by and I saw every second that it passed.
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I wondered out loud if anything was real, and proceeded to reach out and rip a hole in the world. This scared me so I went back inside. I had been tripping for about thirteen hours at this point <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had been tripping for about thirteen hours at this point</div></div> and felt very alone and sad that my friend had left me. I began to talk to my mom and she kept saying things that hurt my feelings so at five in the afternoon I decided to go to sleep. I was talking on the phone to my friend and was crying because I was alone. It had began to go bad. Everything was still moving and I was exhausted. I fell asleep, but was awoken by my phone ringing. I had a two minute conversation and I was still tripping. I finally fell back to sleep.
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I don't remember my dreams from the first two nights after tripping but I have been able to recall every dream since then. I am very eager to try this again because I felt very at peace and understanding throughout the trip. I was also very happy. It was and still is very hard to describe fully what I felt because that's exactly what it was, feelings. It wasn't thoughts it was feelings. The visuals were not what I expected, but it was a journey.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 52920</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Apr 15, 2020</td><td>Views: 682</td></tr>
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<!-- This is not meant to be a lecture in any way. This is only to inform potential and current LSD users that there -->There is always a consequence for any action you take. Some of the best memories of my life were from the times I was tripping. I understand the draw and the rationale. Just realize that sometimes it's smart to think about tomorrow. I doubt there will ever be any definitive research that can say for sure what LSD does to people. For that reason, all I can do is give my perspective and others can take it for face value.
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I spent my first three freshmen years in high school in a drug-induced haze. While I would try anything given to me, LSD was what I had to take just to keep on level. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">While I would try anything given to me, LSD was what I had to take just to keep on level.</div></div> Of course, it didn't start out like that. I didn't see it escalate, it just did. These things happen that way. Even being forceably admitted to a rehab facility didn't help. In fact, one of the best hits I'd ever gotten was through one of the hospital techs. My reality was just one big trip. I never expected to live this long. I thought I'd be dead before I turned 18. As a result, I engaged in every self-destructive behavior possible. But I did live, and now I'm paying the price.
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I have a variety of physical and mental health problems that are supposedly related to LSD use. Are they really? Who knows.
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My eyes are bad and getting worse. It's not hereditary. My doctor claims that LSD deprived my body of vitamin A during my years of puberty, resulting in abnormal development. I look cute in glasses, but still. I get flashbacks every once in awhile. 4 in over 10 years isn't excessive, but enough to scare someone. They're not fun. Trust me. Especially not when I've made the choice to be sober. It's really not good when they happen while driving. I still see faint tracers on moving objects. It doesn't impair me in any way, but it's just strange. A constant reminder of a life I've left behind.
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I have arthritis and chronic neck pain. I can't say for sure that LSD had anything to do with it, but I can remember the achy stiffness in my neck the next day after tripping. Feels way too similar. My chiropractor says that it may or may not be the cause, but that if I'm genetically predisposed for arthritis, that the extensive drug use probably just sped up its progression. I'm claustrophobic. Deathly. <!-- There are some researchers that claim a traumatic birth, coupled with LSD use later in life, can cause claustrophobia. Seems a little Freudian to me, but you never know. -->I do know that I didn't become claustrophobic until I had begun taking LSD. And it came on hard and heavy all at once. Coincidence? Perhaps.
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I could go on and on about the headaches, anxiety, depression, TMJ disease, etc, but why?
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That said, I will also mention that I miss it. I miss the feeling, the visions, everything. With the exception of a couple of bad trips, it was always a pleasurable experience. I wouldn't trade it. I would change the sheer volume of LSD I ingested, but only because I think maybe I wouldn't feel so damned old at 28.
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People do what they will, perhaps thinking that they'll deal with the consequences as they come. Lord knows that's what I did. And I'm okay, I guess. I'm coping and adjusting, but it's hard. It's real hard and expensive.
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To commence the evenings experiment I took 1 gelcap of 4x Syrian rue extract. Half an hour later at 6 PM this was followed by the ingestion of 2x hits of liquid LSD.
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I started to feel something quite early on, maybe 20 minutes or so later. My friend and I had the house to ourselves for the evening and we were basing ourselves in the sitting room, which we had set up as a very cool tripping pad, and even had the luxury of a log fire which was great.
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Around 35 minutes later I noticed something different in the nature of the visuals. I watched as something resembling a black vine crawled up the wall next to the fireplace. On acid alone I never get such vivid visuals, they are much more like bright, neon projections and never seem to have much substance to them.
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The visual distortions kept building, and then I had to be dancing or moving, as fast as I could, I had SO MUCH energy, reminded my of candy flipping one time before. With the fire going, we got especially hot, but strangely this was quite nice, however my heart felt like it was beating to bursting point, and if I was to stop moving I would become aware of this. Dancing in a darkened room with a lit incense stick in each hand was amazingly good fun, but room was limited, so we decided to head outside with a music box and an LED Frisbee. I remember vividly walking out into my drive in the pitch black and almost losing my bearings completely, there was so much vivid imagery everywhere. Needless to say, it was quite hard to move around, and we ended up bumping into things and tripping over. There was a large pond very near to where we were so we thought it best to head for an open field somewhere – we never made it though. Not only did we not get to use the LED Frisbee, I also managed to break it somehow!
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After our adventures outside we returned inside. My friend was really quite concerned about me. We have tripped many, many times together on many different substances, acid in particular, but I was freaking him out a bit. I told him that I taken a bit of Syrian rue extract on the sly, and this alleviated his concerns to a vast degree. He had assumed I had seen something outside that I sent me off on a bit of a weird one. He knew something was up with me, but it definitely wasn’t a bad trip, so he wasn’t really sure how to react, he had no frame of reference, and this freaked him out a little.
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Once back inside he tried his best to calm me down. I wanted everything immediately; my mind was running far too fast. The visuals were still very intense, and the trip had a very strong dark feel, yet surprisingly, was enjoyable <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">the trip had a very strong dark feel, yet surprisingly, was enjoyable</div></div>. It contrasted very strongly to an utterly terrifying smoked DMT experience I had a few months prior, where I had the strong feeling of encountering an exterior presence or power of some kind. With this trip, it was just me and the dark, lonely void. Both trips seemed to have strong messages, yet completely contrasted with one another.
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I stated weed would sort me out, but wisely my friend knows not to give me any until I am capable of rolling a joint myself. Gradually I came down, to find to my surprise it was only midnight! I could swear that earlier I had seen the sun starting to rise! This was quite interesting, and almost exactly 6 hours later, the bulk of the trip seemed to suddenly evaporate. The remainder of the night was spent smoking joints, and drinking a few beers and a ‘banganja’ shake (banana/ganja milkshake, highly recommended for the coming down stage of an acid trip, the stage my friend and I have coined ‘stoner’s paradise’), watching some comedy and playing a bit of Mario Kart ’64.
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All in all, I had an entertaining evening, however it was extremely intense, and not recommended for tripping newbies. My friend said if we had been out at a rave I would have likely ended up in hospital. Luckily the setting was very low risk. A little caution is advised for people wanting to experiment with this combination.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Apr 21, 2020</td><td>Views: 1,337</td></tr>
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One otherwise uneventful summer, a few friends of mine and I decided to trip at a farm belonging to the relatives of one of my friends. I got ten hits to share between the five of us, and we each ended up taking two. We planned to leave early in the day and spend the night there.
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We arrived at the farm around 1:00 p.m. I decided to take the LSD immediately, partly because I was anxious and had been looking forward to the trip, and partly because I was worried the acid might have lost a sufficient amount of potency because I accidentally left it in my car (in the heat) a few days earlier. Three of us (myself included) had tripped before, and two of us hadn't (excluding salvia). After placing two hits under my tongue, I got out a notebook from my backpack and began writing down hypotheses for how I predicted everyone would react. We were all good friends with each other and knew one another's personalities well, so I thought my predictions were going to be accurate. It turns out that for the most part, they were. Based on how my friends reacted to the trip, I will refer to them indivudually as: Happy, Sleepy, Dopey, and Bashful from here on out.
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One of my friends rolls a joint and starts passing it around. I am at first worried that the acid had been destroyed from being left in the heat, but this fear soon diminishes, and though I don't immediately feel the effects, I (for some reason) gain a sense of confidence that the trip is going to be fun. It probably had a lot to do with the atmosphere: we were in a safe and secluded area, in the midst of nature, on a warm day with a slight breeze.
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Bashful is the first one to begin tripping, and he (at first) doesn't take it well. He starts pacing around and begins mildly panicking. I try to calm him down by telling him to remind himself that he's taken drugs, that he should smoke some more to help him relax, that the experience will end in some hours so he should try to enjoy it while it lasts. He calms down but still seems to feel generally anxious for a while. After getting over the initial overwhelming onset, he begins to enjoy it more.
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It hits me too. I start to get a strange, semi-nauseous feeling in my stomach, which paradoxically feels magnificent at the same time. The best way I can think of to describe this general feeling that pervades throughout the trip is one of holy sickness, with the 'holy' part far outweighing the slight discomfort. The others start feeling it around the same time, and we stand up and walk around on the lawn in front of the cabin, taking in the scenery. I decide to play Grizzly Bear on my ipod, and, as expected, it's mind blowing. I also start to get visuals, such as wave-like distortions on the ground. Happy points out to everyone how quickly the clouds seem to be moving, and I look up in the sky to see that the sky itself seems to be a spinning projection wrapped upon a huge dome. I saw the sky not as a window to what's beyond space, but rather in a very geocentric way: as if everything was revolving around me, as if the world was closed to us alone.
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Something unexpected happens next: someone arrives at the cabin who routinely inspects the place for termites and such. We see the car pull up, and Bashful, in an unexpected moment of lucidity, tells me to grab the weed which we had absent-mindedly left sitting on a picnic table. I hide it in my pocket and look at everything in disarray: we had all pulled chairs out and had placed them in the middle of the lawn. Not suspicious if the chairs had been in a circle: that would have just meant we were just relaxing and having a conversation outside. But the chairs were all facing the same direction: towards the cabin. I start to feel a little uneasy, and to avoid suspicion, Dopey and I begin passing a frisbee around. We played unexpectedly well considering the confusion we were in; at the time we weren't sure what was going on, and the tracers on the frisbee, though entertaining, were also distracting. Nevertheless, we didn't manage to look too drugged or awkward, and the guy left without saying anything to us, though that could always be because he just didn't care.
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We went on a walk and all talked about what we were seeing and feeling. I had lots of interesting thoughts I wanted to express, but my mind was moving so quickly that any sentence I tried to convey, by the time my mouth was halfway through speaking it, would diverge into another train of thought that had entered my mind. I decided to climb a tree and listen to my ipod there. After managing to find a comfortable position on a branch, I played some music and began to experience the greatest part of the trip. I felt as if though a life force was rushing through the tree, and it was communicating to me through this constant buzzing/humming I was hearing. I looked up and saw rays of light shining through each individual leaf. My depth perception was thrown and the tree seemed infinitely high. It felt like the final scene from The Fountain. I pretended that the tree was an Ent a la Tolkien and tried communicating back, because it was obvious I was being spoken to. I spent quite a while up there.
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I sat observing my friends talk down below, and eventually Bashful started walking up to me. This was interesting because I had no idea he would be able to do that. Because I was so engaged in watching everyone, I had forgotten that I was also in the same place, and felt as though everything occurring before me was a movie. So it was unsettling when someone started walking towards me, as if breaking the fourth wall or crawling out of the television like the girl from the Ring.
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After I came down, roughly two to three hours had passed since the trip began. We talked more and messed around writing/drawing things in the journal. Some more friends arrived, bringing alcohol and weed. While inside the cabin making a vodka mix drink, I looked out the window and saw my friends on the picnic table talking to each other. I again felt like a detached observer, except this time as a scientist observing an experiment through a one-way mirror, as no one noticed me looking. It made me question my role for a moment as an observer rather than a participator, in life generally. I didn't give it too much thought, but did come away with this: I like my friends, and am going now to spend time with them actively. The trip lasted for a few more hours and started to fade with the addition of time and alcohol. As the sun set, we went on another incredibly fun walk, amazed by the scenery, by the experience we had, and by the vividness with which we took it in.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
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First off, I'm sorry if this isn't a great piece of literature, I'm just writing it for fun, and to inform. I do tend to waffle on a bit, I can't help it. I want to write a detailed account of the whole night.
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I've taken acid once before, in the summer of 2008. Me and two of my closest mates got a tab each from this guy we know. It was quite emotionally intense, but I didn't get much in the way of visuals, which I was disappointed about.
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Anyways, about a year later me and my friend (I'll call him T) decided we wanted to do acid again, after hearing that my other friend (I'll call him F) had a free house for a week. F said he would be more than happy to trip sit for us, he also invited 3 more friends round as they were going to have a piss-up and watch me and T tripping. All 6 of us are very very good friends, and me and T are very very comfortable in F's house. Me and T were in a positive mindset, we are positive people, and were looking forward to the trip. In preparation I bought round some coloured felt tip pens and paper, hoping to draw some crazy stuff whilst tripping. And my portable CD player with a compilation of some of my favourite songs to listen to.
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Me and T went into the trip with no spiritual or religious intentions. We just wanted to maybe see if we could learn something, enjoy some visuals, and have some fun.
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So we managed to track down some acid from a guy calling himself Dogz. He lived over the other side of town, so we took a bus over there and phoned him for directions. We met up with him, after a long wait, and he dropped a drop of pure LSD on each of our tounges at around 9:30pm. At this point it was just me and T, so we decided to get back to F's house as soon as possible. It was a 15 minute walk back to the bus stop. I noticed the first effects kicking in when we were sat down waiting for the bus. The bus driver got out of the bus and was having a smoke before continuing the journey. I was watching him, and couldn't help thinking that something was different, he didn't seem very friendly. So we got on the bus, and started heading home. I was looking around on the bus and couldn't stop smiling. I burst into laughter randomly at one point, and I remember thinking 'what are the people on the bus going to think?' which made me laugh even more as I realised I don't care what they think, I can laugh all I want!
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So we got off the bus, and there's a 5 minute walk to F's house. I had a massive rush of energy at this point, and a feeling inside me that something was happening. I could really feel the LSD coming on, it was a feeling of immense anticipation and lots of excitement. I tried to persuade T to run back to F's house, but he was having none of it, so we took a brisk walk back. We got to F's front door, and I was banging on the door like crazy. As soon as he opened the door I exclaimed 'this is some fucking good acid'. He was amazed at how quickly it had taken hold of us, and told us to come upstairs.
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This was about 10:30pm, an hour into our experience. My thoughts at this point were very jumbled, and it was becoming harder and harder to form real sentences and think straight. My mind felt like a puzzle, and all the pieces were slowly breaking apart from each other and being scattered <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">My mind felt like a puzzle, and all the pieces were slowly breaking apart from each other and being scattered</div></div> all around the place. About an hour and a half into the trip (11:00pm) I noticed some visuals starting to creep in. Everything looked a lot more clear, and colours were a lot more vibrant. Patterns were starting to form on objects around the room, very subtly at first. I remember F saying something about how using a laptop on your lap a lot can decrease sperm count. I asked to go on his computer to check this out. I got onto Google and was rather amazed at how much blank white space there is. It had a weird realisation of how powerful Google is, and it was quite scary for a moment. Anyway, I found the keyboard and ended up typing 'Laptops lap sperm'. At this point I must've been distracted by something else and moved away from the computer. F came back to the computer and started laughing at what I had typed, I was confused because I thought I had conducted a great search! So F starts chatting to some friends on msn, telling them what me and T are getting up to in our acid induced states. I see him talking to a good old friend of mine, who I haven't seen for about a year, and I tell F to invite him over right now because I want to see him (I'll call him J).
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About an hour later (12:00am) I hear a knock at the door and run downstairs, fling open the door, and there's J in all his glory. This is when the visuals really started to kick in. J walks into the house and I embrace him, and as soon as I touched him I saw amazing geometrical patterns in many many colours swirling all around the place. The hug felt like an amazing connection. I tell J it's been a while since I've seen you. He's just laughing at this point, because I obviously sound wayyy fucked. We wander into the kitchen where another friend (L) is cooking pasta. It smells absoloutely devine. Then the kitchen counter starts to get taller, then shorter, and the pattern on it is winding around like a snake. I pick up a slice of pizza left over from yesterday and take about 20 minutes to decide whether to take a bite or not, I don't know if I'm hungry or not. I take a bite in the end and spend a good few minutes chewing at it until I end up spitting it out, realising I can't eat when I'm like this.
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So we head back upstairs to F's room, where he's playing GTA4, and blasting some music on his new speaker system. I take a seat on the floor and sort of go into a trance with the music. I have never heard music in this way before. I can hear every different part, every synth sound, every different drum on the drum kit, each different string on the guitar/bass seperately. (It was electronic music so there was no guitar, but just to give you an idea...). I could feel each different part of the music swooshing around in the air, intertwining with each other, accompanied by intense patterns on the walls, floor, etc. The walls kept changing colour, one minute they were red, the next minute green. I begin staring at the carpet and it starts to change shape, the patterns on it moving around. F notices me doing this, and tells me I've been sat there for about half an hour staring at the floor. It felt like 30 seconds to me. This makes me feel like I've been wasting time, so I ask to have a go on GTA4. I end up driving along the motorway at top speed for about 30 seconds, the whole game is pretty much a blur, then I get distracted by something else and put the controller down. By this point I really can't concentrate on one thing for more than a minute. This is about 1:00, three and a half hours into the trip.
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At this point F puts on a song called Examination Of Time <!--(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PQ7_-3NbyU) -->and it draws me in, I feel time slow down, and when the beat drops it picks up again, making me go absoloutely mad and start flailing my body about and jumping around the room with joy. We then start watching some funny videos on YouTube, all of which just looked unreal to me. F then puts on some porn to see what me and T would make of it. All I could see were bodies distorting and winding around each other, looking nothing like sex. It was just plain odd.
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The last time we did acid, we went to a local supermarket (Tesco) and I insulted some people because they were buying vodka, then a woman turned into a seagull and chased me through the colourful aisles of the shop. So we decide we'll go to Tesco on this trip, to buy some food. Me, F and T are the only one's going. F tells everyone else not to fall asleep for when he gets back. The other three were very stoned/drunk/both at this point. So we head downstairs and it's about 10 minutes before me and T are ready to leave the house. It felt like we were embarking upon an epic adventure, and we had to be very prepared. It's a 15 minute walk to the supermarket, and we're chatting all the way there, checking out the scenery and emptiness of the local area at this time of night. We get there, and we see a police car parked in the car park just outside the entrance to the shop. I thought to myself, I should be getting very paranoid right now, but I was about as chilled out as I had ever been. I focused all my concentration on trying to walk straight so they wouldn't suspect anything. Anyways, we get into the shop fine, and all go our different ways, seeking out food and drink. I bought some sweets purely because they were colourful, and some chocolate. I wander to the drinks aisle, and an energy drink called 'Emerge' catches my eye. I think 'WOW, EMERGE!!! EMERGE!!' so I pick that up aswell. I head to the checkout, pay for my items whilst laughing and sweating profusely, and exit the shop. T and F meet me outside shortly. We walk back to F's house. On the way back a bush caught my eye. I told T to come and check it out. We stood there for a good ten minutes admiring the perfectness of this bush, and wishing we had a camera. It turned from green to purple as it grew over a barbed wire fence (not a halloucination). We were, quite frankly, amazed.
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(2:30am, 5 hours into the trip) Back in F's house, we went back into his room. F's room is in the attic, and he has a rather amazing view of the city from up there. I ask to open the window and admire the view, he says go ahead. For the next 3 hours I am sitting on his chest of drawers, staring out at the city, and mainly, the clouds. I can't really explain what I saw, and do it justice, but I will try. It was the most amazing thing ever. At first, I was staring at the clouds, and it looked as if there were about 5 layers of cloud floating past each other at intense speeds. I was also seeing a snowflake-like pattern in the clouds, which was awash with all the colours of the rainbow. It was tesselated many times over the whole sky. I stared in awe as the clouds started to take the shapes of many different things. I was rooted to the spot, unable to move away from the enticing clouds. I saw many many different faces weaving in and out of each other to create more faces, clown faces, devil faces, the faces of angels, the faces of death all interlinking with each other, swirling around with the clouds and changing into different faces every second. They looked so far away, yet they were so near like I could reach out and touch them. At this point I was feeling a great 'one-ness' with everything in the world. I had an overwhelming feeling of how big the sky is, and beyond the sky, the universe, the everything. And seeing all these different faces, patterns and colours on such a massive scale across the sky reminded me how small I was, but at the same time, how I was one of the faces in the clouds, and how someone was watching me morph and distort in the clouds somewhere. It's hard to explain. Anyway, the faces then turned into many different things, I was seenig skeletons dancing across the sky, dragons, birds, pterodactyls swooping around. There wasn't one fixed image in the sky for more than one second. It was constantly changing. Hard to describe. Let's just say I saw what might aswell have been 'everything' in the sky swirling around, and at the same time had an enormous feeling of being at one with the world, and everything. The most enlightening experience in my life. I literally sat there for about 3 hours watching the sky. I felt like I was so small and insignificant compared to 'everything'. But at the same time, I realised I am everything, and everything is me, and everything is everything. At first I thought of the conflict between 'me being everything', and 'everything that isn't me'. Then I realised that they were both the same thing, one. Like I said, it's near impossible to put into words, but it was the most intense and amazing feeling of my life.
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F brings be back into the room. He says I don't seem like I'm tripping anymore, and I'm being very quiet (I hadn't said a word whilst I was staring at the clouds). I could only think of one thing to say... 'I'm still tripping'. He didn't quite believe it. I was very calm, I could not even try to explain to him what I had witnessed, and how I felt. I didn't need to explain it, he knew, even if he didn't know he knew, he still knew. This was about 5:30am. 8 hours into the trip. I felt like I had had a 3 hour peak, 'away with the clouds'. It's hard to put into words.
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At this point, F suggests me and T go downstairs and finish our trip so everyone else can get some sleep. We had agreed this prior to the trip. Me and T make ourselves comfortable in the living room, and begin talking about the trip so far. We both felt very calm, our minds still very open, thoughts buzzing around our heads like crazy. But we managed to relax and had some very interesting philosophical conversations. We picked up some of F's mum's science books from the coffee table and picked out some quotes, and chatted about how science was nonsense. We discussed stuff like 'why should we study particles we can't see? What is, is, and what isn't, isn't, and everything we know IS, so what's the point?'. A couple more wierd conversations later, and I stumble across a calculator, a pen, and some paper. I key into the calculator: 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 etc. Until I got to 2 to the power of 24, which is 33554432. For some reason we found this number very mystical, we could not believe that such a number (33554432) could come from 2 x 2, 24 times. The fact that there were two 3's, two 5's, two 4's, and a 32 in this number was absoloutely amazing to us at the time. So we proceded to try 3 to the power of 24. Then 4 to the power of 24. Baiscally we ended up with a lot of numbers, then subtracted them from each other, multiplied by 24 etc etc etc. We went maths mad, trying to beat the calculator, or figure out some numbers or something I'm not even sure. All of this was written down on a piece of paper, along with quotes we thought up at the time like 'what are we doing? Why are we doing this? That's not the point, we've got more important things to worry about'. Another good one was 'Acid is like numbers, the possibilities are endless'. Looking back at that piece of paper today it is clear that LSD turns your brain into something else, I don't know what we were thinking...
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The comedown started at about 9am, we put on the tv, took the piss out of the news, chatted and whatnot. Discussed the trip. And concluded acid is the best drug ever.
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An amazing experience for both me and T. It was not a bonding experience, we both had kinda separate trips, but I assure you T's was just as powerful as mine, as he told me later on.
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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Some background information, I have experienced alcohol, marijuana, DXM, magic mushrooms, salvia divinorum, and this was my fourth LSD trip. I’m 17 years old and because of my interest in psychedelic compounds adhering to my interest biochemistry, I wish to amalgamate the two and become a psychopharmacologist-which deals, in part, in the study, production, and invention of psychedelic drugs. I’m a perfectionist in nearly everything I do, I have a 96% average in school and I have my eyes set on running a marathon.
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The trip took place on Sunday, February the 15th, 2009 and we ingested the drug in tab form at 11:20pm. I was planning on simply watching my friends’ trip this time, and just hanging out/taking notes, however, later on I decided to join in as it was the perfect time and place. My friends’ mom was gone the entire night and his house is a comfy/familiar setting. The mood was hopeful, excited, and a little anxious, the guy who sold us the acid said it was very potent, but most dealers say that, so I went ahead and took 2.5 tabs. This was a very bad mistake, and luckily I didn’t have a bad trip.
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About 15 minutes later I felt a little strange, and I was very light headed. 30 minutes into it my whole body was tingling and I could feel the effects coming on strong, this was going to be an intense trip.
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At 45 minutes into it we put on some Bob Marley, and this is when the visuals started kicking in, acid always hits me fast. The walls seemed ‘alive’ and were growing and shrinking, as if they were breathing. Corners became sharper, and the room took on an almost magical/cartoonish role.
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Around 1 hour and 15 minutes into it the effects of LSD greatly accelerated.
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Enchantedly, the room would glow bright, powerful, luminescent colours depending on the song, for example: when ‘No Woman No Cry’ came on the room glowed a deep ocean blue, when ‘Three Little Birds’ came on, the room glowed a goldish-green colour, this is when the visual tracers kicked in as well, like when you wave your hand it sort of flashed by slowly, this was an interesting effect.
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At the 2 hour mark there were flamboyant and intrinsic kaleidoscopic geometric patterns which were being projected all over the walls, it was truly captivating.
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At 2 hours 30 minutes are when the emotional, feeling, and thinking effects came in. I felt this strangely palpable tranquility, a sense that everything was one rapidly advanced on me, and the universe and it’s many mysteries seemed strangely understandable, eternity became clear, and I realised life is short and I don’t need the perfect marks, and I don’t need to go to the perfect university and live the perfect life, I need to work hard, play hard, and pursue the career and life I want-I guess this relates to the ‘Middle Way’ principle in Buddhism.
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I’m a pretty prominent INTP according to the Myers Briggs personality types, basically the point I’m attempting to communicate here is that my ‘emotional’ and ‘feeling’ sides are severely underdeveloped. I felt feelings of love, excitement, and ecstasy, on a scale of which I’ve nothing to compare to; words cannot explain the intensity of it.
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At 3 and a half hours into the trip time and space completely disintegrated and the laws of logic were replaced with creativity. I had some very strange experiences at this point in ‘time’ with my friends, something I cannot scientifically explain. Disturbingly it was as if we could read each others’ minds, and at a few points we actually shared hallucinations (this shouldn’t be possible, should it?), it’s not like we tried to either, and it was completely random.
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The trip started receding at about 4 and a half hours and the next day I was pretty tired and slept most of the day. I have a new sense of peace and creativity in my life, I’m able to associate with others more, and my emotional/feeling side are developing. LSD is a life changing drug, but it is also powerful and should be taken in a good environment, with plenty of time, in a good mindset, and should be respected.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 17</td><td> </td></tr>
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Prior to this experience I had experimented with a variety of drugs. I had done LSD a handful of times. I had no idea what I was in for on this particular night. On this occasion I was with two friends D &amp; R. We were in a car driving down the main street of our town. D said they had scored some LSD and they were going to drop a hit each. They wanted me to do some too. I was in the military at the time and had to report for duty at the base that night. I knew I would have to stay up all night. I told them this and they told me how good it was, I really needed to do it with them, etc, etc.
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I really, REALLY wanted to, but in the back of my mind I was thinking about my obligations. I was trying to think of a way I could still partake. I rationalized I may be down from the hallucinations by the time I had to leave. The up feeling would also help me stay up all night. They were still insisting, so I made a proposition to my friend D. I said if you go with me &amp; stay up all night to keep me company I’ll drop. I figured I could say my car broke down if anyone asked &amp; that he agreed to give me a ride. He agreed and I took one hit of LSD.
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The drug started to take effect quickly &amp; I knew I was in for a hell of a ride. I felt very up &amp; things started to distort, colors started to appear. I was still able to comprehend time. I attribute this to the fact that I HAD to keep track of time. Before I knew it, it was time to leave. I couldn’t believe how fast the time went. I told D it was time to go. He looked at me with half closed eyes &amp; said there was no way he was going to make it. I told him he had to, that was the deal. So much for friends being there when you need them. It now reminds me of the Bob Dylan song lyrics; they’ll stone you &amp; then they’ll say good luck. Well, my friends didn’t even wish me luck! I had to drive approximately 20 miles to the base alone, at night, while tripping. I know…..a really bad idea. I was thinking at the time I had no choice (but of course I did). Let me just say there is no excuse for being late in the military, let alone not showing up at all. I start driving and it’s going pretty well…..at first.
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I had a lot of open road in the beginning, everything was going fine. I had a small town to pass through ahead. There was a stoplight on every corner with lots of people. It seemed like I hit every light red and this was starting to cause anxiety. I just wanted to get through this town. The light in front of me was red &amp; I was stopped at the crosswalk. I was looking at the people crossing in the crosswalk in front of me. I was thinking if they knew how fucked up I was, there’s no way they’d be doing it. Of course they had no idea how high I was and this thought stayed in my mind. I wondered how many times I’d walked in front of peoples cars that were tripping. At this point my windshield stretched out, first one side then the other. It morphed into what looked like a movie theater screen. Everything looked like it was in Technicolor. It seemed like I was watching a movie, people were crossing the street at that exact time in the movie. This started to freak me out because I had to drive. I knew I had to remain calm. The light turned green &amp; I drove. It seemed like everything was on auto pilot. I could tell I was driving OK, it just seemed like everything was on auto pilot. I made it through the town to my relief.
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Everything was going fine until it happened. This is the trippiest thing that’s ever happened to me while under the influence of any drug. Up ahead in the distance I could see something that didn’t look right, but I couldn’t make it out. As I got closer it looked liked water was pouring out of the sky into the street. I thought this had to be the effect of the drug. I kept trying to make sense of it as I got closer. It looked as if there was a tear in the sky and water was just pouring out of this tear into the middle of the road. It HAD to be an effect of the acid I thought. As I got closer it didn’t change, so I went slower &amp; slower until I was barely rolling. I thought for sure it would just vanish before I got to it.
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To my surprise water started pounding down on the hood of my car with great force, it was real. I could see nothing until I came out the other side. It was like driving through a car wash. When I came out I saw what had happened. A car had driven off the highway and sheared off a fire hydrant. The fire hydrant was on the backside of the water obscuring it from my view. Now my thought was someone may be injured, so I pulled off the road &amp; parked…..big mistake. I walked up to a group of people standing in a circle &amp; talking next to the accident. I was going to ask them if everyone was OK. At this point the people in the group who were facing away from me turned around. It was then I realized all of them were police officers, their faces were distorted. Now, I realized the predicament I was in. The last thing I wanted to do was to speak to them. They were looking at me like what are you doing here? Good question I thought. I kind of lifted my hand to gesture as if everything is OK and turned to walk back to my car. I just hoped none of them would call out anything to me. They didn’t and I drove off.
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I had a city to drive through before getting to the base. I felt confident I was going to make it. When I got into the city I was horrified to see a concert was just getting out. There were people and cars everywhere. The worst part was that it seemed there was a policeman in a police car on every other corner. I had to pass the parked police cars knowing I could be stopped at any moment. I was still tripping pretty hard. I made it to the base and to my duty station. My job was to sit at a desk &amp; check in anyone that got there during the night. The whole night I was looking at the door paranoid an officer would walk in and figure it all out. I also had to log entries into a log book with no room for error which gave me great anxiety. Needless to say I didn’t enjoy the rest of my trip.
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What I learned from this experience is that peer pressure is a powerful force. In the end though my responsibilities are up to me &amp; nobody else is going to handle it for me.<!--If you’re going to trip make sure you’re in a place where you feel safe and are in a good frame of mind.--> I learned that if I'm going to trip I need to make sure I'm in a place where I feel safe and am in a good state of mind.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
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I decided to go to Nepal when I turned 21, and ended up alone in a busy hostel in Kathmandu. Despite being a very popular and well-staffed hostel, there was a feeling of relaxation and ease. The rooftop area, where people would relax and wind down after a trek, always smelt of “hashish”. I was no stranger to a bit of Hash, but on my first day in Kathmandu made friends with two people and decided to smoke some. There was no “your hash and my hash”, everyone shared. There was Antoine, the tall, lanky Frenchman and Maura, the shrill Dutch girl. Eventually they started talking about how they had scored some LSD from their dealer. I had never tried it before, but they said if they couldn’t find four people to do it, they weren’t going to, so I decided to dive headfirst into my first day in Nepal.
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Around 7:30, the three of us and a local Nepalese guy put a half tab each on our tongues (we had decided to do half and half as it was the first time for Maura and I). We went and grabbed our blankets from our rooms, and setup chairs on the rooftop of the hostel. <!-- For those who know of it, it-->It was the light festival time in Nepal, so all surrounding buildings were covered from top to bottom in beautiful blinking lights, and this seemed a perfect spot to begin the trip.
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About half an hour of letting the paper sit on my tongue, it started to fold and tear, so I swallowed it and hoped for the best. I had never tried any real hallucinogenic before, so I was absolutely terrified of what to expect. The first thing I began to notice was my tongue and face beginning to go numb. I was beginning to freak-out before the trip had already started, but Antoine was taking me through the whole thing like a father figure, assuring me that everything I was feeling was normal <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Antoine was taking me through the whole thing like a father figure, assuring me that everything I was feeling was normal</div></div>, and I just needed to lay back and relax. For some reason this was really assuring and I just fell back in my chair and waited.
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I started noticing things one by one, not all at once. There were big letters on the wall, well lit that said ‘Dahl baat power’ and they started to contort and manipulate. The lighting was the biggest change, all the lights seemed to fade in and out and contort but there was nothing out of the ordinary. I wasn’t seeing anything that wasn’t there, more just manipulations of my environment. Everything anyone said became funny and music would move through me. I remember listening to Arctic Monkeys, and feeling each bass drum beat, every note pulse through my body. It felt absolutely incredible, but it was very mild.
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After an hour and a half, we all decided to take our second half (except Maura), and a good hour beyond that we had ascended beyond the planes of laughter. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing hysterically and manically until I was out of breath. As soon as I would regain my breath, I would begin laughing at how hard I was laughing before. We all began making jokes, trying to see if we could make each other laugh. At this point Maura had started coming down from the first half and was complaining that she barely felt anything, so we made her take the second half and waited, all this time enjoying the ambience of Arctic Monkeys, Tame Impala and the candles on the table in front of us. There were maybe 15 other people on the rooftop, so it wasn’t a quiet experience and we eventually moved outside onto the lower rooftop area, and I began to notice some of the less than pleasant symptoms of LSD. Mostly the sickly acidic taste in my mouth, which no amount of fizzy drink could rid me of. Secondly how absolutely freezing I was, and my blanket or the 22 degree heat couldn’t fix. I was still enjoying the highest point of the trip however.
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Eventually Maura started feeling the full effects of LSD, and like a group of deranged junkies standing under and underpass, we all began staring at the ground. For clarification, I checked the ground the next day, and it was just plain grey with some darker grey blotches, but I swear what I saw on the night was armies of purple and brown dots going to war, with blood spilling everywhere (turned out the blood was a red flower petal). It was an absolutely amazing experience, the whole time I was telling myself that this was an extension of my imagination, creating the epic battle I was seeing in front of me.
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Eventually the tripping stopped, and we entered the purgatory of 7 hours remaining where we could not sleep, but the best part was over. For this reason, LSD truly can be a fickle bitch. It would be nice to do just the trip and be done with the whole experience, but I then needed to undergo boredom and clarity. We smoked a few spiffs throughout the night to keep us happy for the slow comedown. Sitting on this small rooftop, we began to get quite personal, delving into personal issues that each of us had had. It got deep, and by the time we were truly over it, we were all very tired and ready for bed. There were constant stomach cramps between hours 5 – 10 which made the comedown experience quite unpleasant for me.
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Overall I was very glad I tried it, and ended up doing it two more times in Nepal, each additional time with less success (nausea mostly).<!-- It is definitely something I would recommend if you have issues you want to work with, or to explore the fathoms of your mind.--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr>
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I am a 22 year old male from Belgium. I am a master student of scientific computing. I had tripped 3 times on psilocybin mushrooms and 3 times on LSD before this trip. I have also had experiences with mdma, amphetamine, cannabis, cocaine, ketamine and alcohol previously.
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Because this was the first time I would trip on a high dose I decided to have a sitter. The location was a friend's apartment. He would take care of me if necessary. The timing was 1 week after a successful series of exams. I had no real worries. I took the acid at 2 pm, effects started wearing off around 4 am and I was only back to normal around 10 am. Now on the experience!
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We went outside to take a walk in the park. We passed by the university campus. There we sat on a bench while I waited for the acid to kick in. My friend and I started discussing some mathematics. In the meantime my mind wandered and I felt a feeling of wonder. As a child I had been fascinated by science and I felt the power of this early interest spanning my entire life. It was home. I was happy.
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I felt the acid spirit taking over. It always feels like some sort of spirit crawling inside me. It was everywhere. Inside my veins, in my organs, in my mind. I started having a somewhat radiant body load. I suggested we go back to his apartment because I had never tripped before on a such a dose. I preferred to be in a safe environment. Back in the apartment I got into a couch and I put on some jazz and indian music. Classic open-eye LSD visuals kicked in. But I found very early all this overwhelming. So I went into a room which had no windows. I could stay there for as long as I wanted. It could be 'my room' for as long as the trip lasted. I put on some ambient music but soon found it overwhelming again. I find very rapidly all external input to feel like sensory overload. I turn of the lights, switch off the music and get in bed.
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I felt I was looking for something. It was like being in a symmetrical building with an infinite number of rooms and none of the rooms contained what I was looking for. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">It was like being in a symmetrical building with an infinite number of rooms and none of the rooms contained what I was looking for.</div></div> I was looking for a state of being. I was struggling to keep my identity. I felt depressed, lonely, absorbed in a void. I was lost in my own head. An endless stream connecting delusional places that were streams themselves. I felt like I was abandoning my relatives, friends and the planet earth. But it had to be done. I realized I would not find a state of being because my identity was disappearing only even more as time progressed. I accepted the fact that I would die. Then there was nothing. I experienced neither the world and almost nothing of myself. My consciousness was tiny, almost non-existent, reduced to an infinitely small point. After the complete acceptance of this state I started feeling confused. I felt no motivation to do anything.
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Then a sudden flash of insight. I became aware of the dichotomy of being and non-being. I was slowly getting reborn. From this state of near non-being in which I had no conception of the possibility of 'being' I was getting back to being. It felt like travelling through a birth canal. It was dark. I stood up and got out of the room to see my friend. I told him that there is 'being' and 'non-being' and that while we are 'being' anyway, we might just as well 'be' as intense as possible. Coming from a state of non-being this was the most profound insight I had ever had and I had never felt so happy and enthused before. I went back into my room and sat in a meditative position to experience the state of 'pure being' as intense as possible. All experience was as one. There was no distinction between the different senses. There was only 'abstract experience' which 'looked' somewhat like an all-sense encompassing radiant light consisting of the light of a thousand suns. Suddenly, this 'light' of synesthetic experience was stripped of its semantics. The extatic state I was in vanished completely and all that was left was 'syntax of experience'. Then, beings came crawling into the world. These were aparently autonomous, syntactical, self-replicating cartoon-like entities. They communicated in a bizarre language. In fact, it was not a language. They transferred pure experience to communicate with one another, which is something an entity with a seperate identity (like an animal) cannot do. These entities looked at me and shrugged while making an alien like sound which reminded me of bugs bunny. I realized they controlled the syntax of any possible experience I might ever encounter as a human being. I felt very afraid. I felt at their mercy.
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I asked: 'what do you want?'. But as soon as I asked this question I realized they were rebuilding my identity. 'I' was created by these entities. Once done it felt like someone cracked open my skull so that my consciousness could expand infinitely in every direction. Together with my consciousness came an entire universe of supreme beauty. In this universe there was only one consciousness. I was 'being' as I had never 'been' before. My inner quietness was infinitely more powerful than the biggest storm. Visually, there were also some seperate entities. I remember a psychedelic human-like creature that was miles high. Also I saw some sort of giant insect. But these entities had no aura of autonomy. They clearly did not have a seperate identity. I also remember seeing a cosmic DNA string like compound.
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Slowly I started realizing that my identity belonged to a human. I went outside to speak to my friend. I asked: 'what do you humans do?', while I myself pondered this question. I considered eating something. I took a banana and ate it. I found it awesome to rediscover this. Humans like eating and to recognize the taste of the banana was fantastic. I went back and listened to some music. I was so happy to have found myself and my humanness. I had some fun but mostly I was worn out from the peak of the trip. I lie in bed for the next hours because any sensory input felt like sensory overload. Slowly I further regain my own identity. It feels like coming home.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 2, 2020</td><td>Views: 841</td></tr>
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A Saturday of Hypnogogia: LSD &amp; 4-AcO-DMT Trip
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Daily Supplements: Vitamin D 100iui, Vitamin C 500mg, Cannabis (Daily; Smoked)
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Trip report 4/25
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It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning when I decided to have a little fun with my stash of hallucinogens. I was rather inspired to do a psychedelic combination after reading some other hallucinogen experience reports shortly after I woke up. I would set the intention of also creating music and drawings while under the influence of this combo.
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One of the reports I was reading described the use of LSD, 4-AcO-DMT, MDMA and Nitrous Oxide, which was quite an outrageous tale to read, so I decided that today perhaps I would become half as outrageous and administer to myself sub-breakthrough doses of both LSD and 4-AcO-DMT, with a little bit of cannabis of course. I partake in Cannabis consumption daily already. "Hopefully, I won't get too messed up to see the paper when drawing" I think to myself, remembering my last experience. <!-- (which hopefully I will be able to report on)-->
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As a nod to one of the experience reports I read earlier, I decide to take my quarter tab of LSD (~50ug) at 10:30AM in the morning; I plan to take my quarter pellet of 4-AcO-DMT (~5mg) about 2 hours in, at 12:30PM, as an attempt to cross peaks. I used smaller amounts because I have tried this combination before at a higher threshold and found it rather intense, but pleasant <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I used smaller amounts because I have tried this combination before at a higher threshold and found it rather intense, but pleasant</div></div>, so I figured that in the context of a casual Saturday these amounts should be appropriate for my desired level of inebriation, and enhancement.
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Experience Log:
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4/25/2020
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10:30AM- I take the quarter tab of acid, and start typing my experience log. I fidget around with a pair of tweezers trying to get both pieces of my double layered, perforated blotter paper together to ingest. I know that I'm in for it when I see the trippy swirl design, despite the fact I had also taken a half tab two days prior. This batch of acid was supremely potent, so I can say with confidence that a quarter of a tab should be equal to roughly ~50ug as my friend claims the tabs are at ~200ug a piece. I enjoy it.
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10:45AM- After finishing up my listen through of the album Cross by Justice (very good smoking album), I put on the album Rusty by Rodan. I was feeling a change of pace from the upbeat electronic jams of Justice for something more guitar based and pensive, like Rodan. I wanted to prepare for the introspection that the 4-AcO-DMT brings on as soon as it hits my system, which is deeply intensified when I am already on acid. I do not feel much at this point, but I am going to take a shower and see how I feel after that.
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11:08AM- My efforts to take a shower are thwarted, as I start to get lost in the music. I can feel myself starting to come up on the acid, rather gently, which is good because Rusty can be an intense album at times. It's nice though, so I decide to finish up the album before hopping in the shower.
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11:35AM- Needless to say, it was a great experience. After the last track of Rusty finished up, I listened to another song by them called "Darjeeling" during which when I was listening I knew I was starting to come up very nicely on the LSD. After that song finished, I browsed my music library for some more tunes to put on. Eventually I decided on playing Moonlit Sailor's- Colors In Stereo, just for the hell of it. I have to make note that, I certainly can see the colors in the stereo on this stuff!
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11:45AM- I put on Mogwai- Young Team. I find it suits the mood better.
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12:58PM- After getting entranced in that album, I finally mustered up enough concentration to go into the shower. After having my shower, I felt very rejuvenated, but my underlying thoughts feel chaotic and flow deeper, with a subtle but sharp visual edge overlaying my vision, ever so slightly distorting the world around me. It is now the perfect time to consume the 4-Aco
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1:01PM- I consume the 5mg of 4-Aco-DMT with some water. Here we go. I think I will take a nice, long walk while I start to come up on the Psilacetin and peak on the Acid. When I look at the tiny cracked off piece of the pellet, I notice it looks much bigger than normal, and every fine detail of it becomes apparent. A sign?
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1:10- A pleasant euphoria washes me. Perhaps these are the first inklings of the psilacetin comeup, or is the acid entering peak? I can't tell too much, but Mogwai's Mogwai Fear Satan is completely engulfing the entirety of my incorporeal being. The visual patterning is not quite there but there is much apparent, melting, breathing, fading and color hue shifting going on, albeit not super intensely. I'm at least at a shulgin +, perhaps approaching ++.
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2:24PM- The experiences have tangentially merged. I am now officially "high" on both LSD and 4-Aco-DMT, and I have to say with confidence, especially since this re-visitation of the combo, that it is very good, and a lot better than the notorious LSD and Magic Mushrooms combo. The visuals aspect is very nice, even at low doses with a tolerance, the combination of these drugs create an awfully spectacular lightshow of, red, green and violet overlays that seem to pull at and contort the objects upon which I focus my gaze on. It is a notably different visual and physical experience than with either drug on it's own or even the LSD and Mushrooms combo. For comparison, the LSD and 4-Aco-DMT combination's visuals are very similar to the LSD and Mushroom combinations visuals, except I notice there is more of an emphasis on the beautiful simulacrum of neon overlays and external hallucinations compared to the Psilocybin Mushrooms tendencies to bring upon a more, ancient, mystical and internally based hallucinatory experience, to the wonderful LSD rush.
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In my walk, I felt much more at peace and comfortable with the people who reside within my condominium complex. Talking with them feels remarkably easier and smoother than when in an unaltered state. The one aspect of this combination's body high I really enjoy is how it can bring a balance to the uneasy tension of LSD's body high, while not succumbing into the sluggish euphoria of 4-AcO's, and yet still retaining an even keel of mental and physical energy. On the LSD and Mushrooms combo, it truly does in fact feel as if the body highs fight with each other, perhaps this can be attributed to when the dosages are taken, or the digestive problems commonly associated with the Psilocybe mushroom, but regardless in my own experiences, Psilacetin merges more comfortably with acid. There is much lucidity at these doses.
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4:26PM- I decided to meet up with a couple of my buddies and acquire some grass for smoking. I was at a shulgin ++ a couple hours ago, but it seems that things are now winding down enough to the point where I could enjoy cannabis and still see straight. I do regret not lighting up at 4:20, oh well though. The neon pattern overlays are still there, along with the pleasant body sensations, but they are becoming markedly weaker, perhaps the 4-AcO is wearing off first, as expected.
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8:22PM- Smoking cannabis went well, as expected. At the point in my trip when I smoked it with friends, it definitely intensified the experience, but not so much the visual aspect, it mostly just brought back the AcO &amp; Acid body high, which was great. A couple hours go by, and my friends go home, from here I call it a day. All in all, it was a very pleasant morning and afternoon<!-- , and I would recommend that if anyone happens to get enshrined in a similar experience, that they listen to Mogwai for sure-->. Cheers. I'm gonna go make music and draw now.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2020</td><td width="90">ExpID: 114345</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 15, 2020</td><td>Views: 833</td></tr>
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Never Mix Lithium and LSD
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June 17th, 2017
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Tool at the Gorge Amphitheater
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-->On this day I went to see Tool perform at the Gorge Amphitheater in Washington State. I had seen Tool at the Gorge at my first time experiencing the band. I still remember the details of that performance, however this experience was not one that would remain in my memory. This day was also the 8th year anniversary of my first psychedelic experience on LSD. I put this together after the fact, it wasn't intentional. I believe after this experience that I do not want to use psychedelic drugs again.
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I have been taking 900 mg of lithium carbonate every day for four years <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I have been taking 900 mg of lithium carbonate every day for four years</div></div>, since 2013. I take it for bipolar disorder. The last time I used psychedelic drugs was in 2012 in Portland, OR. Prior to that, I've used mescaline, psilocybin, LSD, 2-CE, salvia, DXM, amphetamines, and other drugs which couldn't relate to the scope of this experience. In case you didn't know, never mix LSD and lithium. This combination induced a seizure. I became psychotic, delusional, violent. Since this trip I have suffered symptoms that literally describe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I will describe the effects as they progress and interject some commentary as indicated by (parentheses.)
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I took three hits of blotter paper at 5:00. For a moment I hesitated: (first clue.) I was unaware about the effects of lithium and LSD. My state of mind has been fairly unstable up until this time, and for some reason I rationalize that a psychedelic experience would benefit me and help me process some of my life, as well as augment the visuals of the band which I've been waiting eagerly to see.
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We walk over carrying blankets. I'm wearing this vivid blue shirt with salmon pink shorts. I have an Aquasox minor league ball cap. At some point I must have rationalized wearing something easy to see. (Just my luck.) As we walk and go to stand in line, I'm hit by the threshold effects of LSD. I feel the energy building in my body, sounds start to sound foggy, distant, colliding with each other around me. So much noise. It gets louder as time goes on. My vision appears that there are frames being dropped from the film as I look around at people. Things start to stutter. I feel a little anxious. I know I don't have a back-up plan. (It didn't occur to me to bring any benzodiazapines in case things got scary.) I'm able to maintain a normal posture while the line moves but it's becoming a more labored effort as the effects intensify. It's about an hour in at this point and I'm aware that the effects will become more powerful soon.
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I ask my friend to play some music to help take my mind of the intensity building inside me. I decide to go get some merchandise from the stand. It's a short walk but I feel as if I'm going through some Alice in Wonderland style scenery. I get to the stand and ask for a poster. At this point I forget how to count money. I give her some but my quantitative reasoning skills are failing me and I can't tell how much I've given her. I just keep handing it to her until she stops. My self awareness is a becoming a challenge to maintain.
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The security checkpoint was an act-as-normal-as-you-can balancing act past a lot of staff and uniformed security as well as police. I started feeling tingles of paranoia. I waited with my friend behind the line of cops watching the gate. I was dying of anticipation, the energy moving through my body was quite strong at this point. I become more animated, I gesticulate a lot. I started getting impatient and I damn near threw myself on the ground making this begging gesture because I wanted to go find a good spot on the lawn.
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Our other friend gets through and my relief is very real. Every emotion I'm experiencing is intense and irrationally exuberant. I run to the part where the amphitheater opens up into the canyon and I'm just bursting with excitement. I jaunt down the hill and plant myself on a spot in the grass. I'm relieved that I can sit and have some time to myself. This is where things start to get weird. At this point I'm a little more than an hour into the trip. I don't last 30 more minutes until I'm on the ground convulsing with my eyes rolling back in my head.
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I decide to perceive the things going on around me. There's a lot of music (coming from no apparent direction.) It's loud. The surrounding chatter is getting louder. I nod my head and shoulders with the beat as I look around. My self awareness starts to dwindle. The things I saw were of the psychedelic experience. It reminded me of Grateful Dead art. The land and the sky distorted itself and turned different colors. All of the people were moving. I started to feel the interconnectedness of the universe. I decide to do some energy work, I place my hands out and imagine that I'm moving energy between my palms. I move this around and will my entire being to glow with energy. I start to become lost in the psychedelic experience. I forget that I'm sitting around a lot of people. I'm imagining that the amphitheater itself was a giant bowl with all of these people sitting on the grass. I forget that other people are not perceiving this as I am.
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It feels like I'm in tune with all of these people's thoughts. That I'm hearing everyone's thoughts, and the ones who I am particularly psychically connected to would cut through the dissonance. Everyone is connected to this telepathic force. I speak out into the void to those that could hear me. I am not aware that I start yelling. I notice that when I speak everyone around me stops talking, but my rational mind just isn't aware that I'm yelling and wildly gesticulating and that lots of people were looking at me. I would pop in at certain moments and become aware that I was doing these things, but after a point I couldn't stop. My friends have moved a few more yards away from me. (At certain points of the trip, I would ask my friends to talk to me, or just stay close to me when things were getting strong. I knew in case something bad happened that I needed to be close to them.) I felt scared. As I've been sitting on the hillside, I've developed some hellish tremors. My entire body is shaking, and that made the auditory hallucinations I was having even worse.
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I got caught in a time loop. It sounded like I was hearing the same thing over and over, the same words. During this period I struggled with this concept of just letting go and feeling relief that I understood what it was all about. As soon as I realized this, I felt that there was something I didn't have that was necessary to get there. But then I would realize that I am that force, and I would feel happy. But as soon as that happened, the idea dissolved, and I struggled again. I don't know how long I kept up this thought pattern. The movements I went through repeatedly where that of Aha.... and confusion. As I made this movement over and over, there would be music that played but would change in time with whatever emotion I was feeling.
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I knew that a lot of people were watching me. I knew that I was saying things that weren't normal. I was trying to act cool. I started imagining that there was a gang of police behind me asking everyone to move so they could easily surround me. I believed that someone might have just decided to call the cops on me because they knew I was high. I could see this event unfolding on the giant screen TV on the stage. I could see me, wearing the clothes, the exaggerated body language, with a spotlight over the top of my head. I was a spectacle. They were just waiting to see how long I would notice. My friends yell at me at this point. I don't know how long they had been yelling, but when my head shot in their direction I realized that I was surrounded by cops, they were warning me! I get up from my seat, turn around and start jumping up and down, yelling obscenities and telling the officers to get away from me, telling them to get out of here. There weren't any cops. I was just scaring people. I feel embarrassment and I sit down again. The spectacle was getting bigger. I was on TV. I was breaking news with the ticker tape rolling underneath. I was as big as Columbine. The trip was turning into a disaster. They were after me. My friends are yelling at me again, so I get up and go to where they are.
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I'm going, going, going, gone. Goodbye, humanity. I feel that this runaway spectacle cannot be stopped. There wasn't any way for me to leave this experience. As I scrambled towards my friends I knew that I wasn't normal. I tell them to stay close. It's hard to form thoughts, and words are becoming difficult. I cannot use my phone. Technology becomes a distant concept. (Luckily I didn't break my phone or glasses or anything.) The effects of the drug seem to exponentiate. I knew in my rational mind that I was gone. I started confusing reality and the experience. I assumed that everyone was on acid. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I started confusing reality and the experience. I assumed that everyone was on acid.</div></div> The overall theme that I felt transcends every psychedelic experience. I had reached the point of no return. I wasn't at the Gorge anymore. I wasn't on Earth, I wasn't even in the same dimension. My body was dissolving into this living network of primordial energy. All was one. There was one consciousness. Everyone that was there could feel it, and they were out of my minds as I was. The effects of the drug were deafening. It overshadowed everything. It's getting harder to see.
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The last part of the trip I remember is everything in the physical realm dissolve away. I had become nothing. My ego had become nothing in this vast torrent of energy. I was experiencing life in all forms. Technology couldn't recreate the things I saw. It was Universal. I felt like I was in purgatory. Everything around me became clear. It was as if the curtain of real life had been pulled away and all I could see was every person in the Gorge wide eyed, gaping jaws, trembling bodies, being studied in some experiment by creatures that weren't of this world. I felt that I was staring at a blank concrete canvas, and that my whole life was a simulation. I didn't care about the show anymore, it wasn't even a concept. I just wanted to survive. I felt the sense of an overwhelmingly powerful truth. It was bigger than anything I have ever experienced. I believe that I have PTSD because I do not remember the most traumatic visual aspects. I shifted my position to laying down. The last thing I remember was a voice of concern as I went down.
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I woke up violently. I sat up and was horrified by what I saw. People bleeding, other people yelling, people being rushed in. Where was I? Did I wake up in jail or is this hell? (I was in the infirmary. I was able to be located and carried by a stretcher to the Gorge Infirmary. I don't know what I did after the seizure, but if I know me, I was probably screaming for my life. I was most likely terrified, and in agony of the brutal truths that psychedelics are capable of presenting to you. All your flaws, all your nightmares put in front of your eyes and assaulting you until you are nothing. That is terror and to me it was really happening. I felt that life in other galaxies, forces out there that are infinitely more powerful than me.)
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I couldn't make out reality, faces were distorted, I was terrified at the force I'd witnessed. Everything was disorienting. I go in and out of consciousness as I'm given dose after dose of Ativan. The nurses probably gave me Haldol, too. By the end of it I had been given at least 4 injections. I didn't know where I was, and I felt incriminated. This is a recurring theme. I thought I was in jail and refused to answer questions because my lawyer wasn't present. At one point I ripped out my IV. I punched my friend and screamed at the staff. Another time I woke up violently and stood up to find my wrist cuffed to the cot I was laying on. I got back down and a nurse immediately comes to give me another bolus of whatever drug she was injecting. I felt the prick on my skin and reacted violently, trying to get away from her. I didn't want to get hurt. I passed out again and woke up with an almost-empty IV bag. My friend was there but I must have passed out again because I remember waking up alone. The doctor asked if I felt better. I said yes. He said he didn't want to see me again. He was sincere... I made his job a living hell.
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I mixed LSD and lithium and experienced a fugue state and had a seizure. I experienced extremely horrifying visual and auditory hallucinations. This was truly a psychotic episode. I completely lost my sense of self. I made a scene around lots of people. I gave myself PTSD and forever scarred the relationships between my two friends who missed out on over half the show that we went to see together. I don't ever want to do psychedelics again, I get the message. That trip just brought my worst thoughts to life, don't ever mix these drugs.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 27</td><td> </td></tr>
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Me and my friend, grown bored of marijuana and cheap booze, had decided that we wanted to try something different. A more involved/complex headchange. Something a tad bit more interesting. I had not known much about Acid at the time except that it was expensive and very hard to find (at least where we went to school) and it had really never crossed my mind to take it. My friend who I mentioned before (we'll call him G) had told me that he had taken acid before and that it would be almost exactly what we were looking for in terms of a 'different' high.
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I spent at least a month asking around and finally got ahold of somebody who knew what they were talking about. I ordered a day in advance and recieved 2 tabs. For the price I had paid, I told myself the inevitable 'It better be good'.
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The next day after school, I went to G's house at about 4 o' clock. We had planned to trip for the rest of the day/night.
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I unveiled the tabs under G's blacklight and they glowed a brilliant blue. He had previously informed me that what I bought might not have been acid, and the only concrete test was a blacklight. After G. saw the glow he looked at me with a big grin and said 'good, good.' This is when I got excited. We popped the tabs on our toungues and just fucked around for a while. Lets say a good 20 minutes.
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At exactly 4:24 the tabs had fully dissolved in our mouths.
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Acid takes about an hour or so to take effect, so we decided to go for a walk. We hiked up our favorite trail that led to a mountain overlooking the entire city. We spent about 45-50 minutes talking and looking at the city. We had grown weary of what was ahead of us when we both started feeling an incredible body high. G. then decided that we were next, headed for the crevasse in the mountain. Then a great euphoria had set in to both of us. It was very hard to walk when we felt so tense and high, so we decided to sit down in the dirt.
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The Trip.
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It began when I saw/heard G. listening to his iPod. I looked at with with great amazement. It was a glowing/shining silver. The edges were fuzzy and had a blue aura. I had wondered where my mind had been the whole time he was listening to it. I realized I had been grinding my hand into the dirt because the sensation felt so incredibly nice on my skin. I looked at G. and I asked him how long it had been since we sat down. (to me it seemed like a half an hour.) I was stunned when I found out it had been 3 minutes. I was absolutely perplexed. I looked at everything around me and it was all moving or alive. The sky had turned purple and the mountains around me all had blue auras. G. started dancing to the music and I could see black trails coming off of him. The music was incredible. I could feel it vicserally. The pumping bass, the bright treble, the pounding of the drums. It was all so vivid. I must have been playing with dirt and listening to/watching G. with his iPod for at least an hour, but again, I was reminded that we had only spent a total of 10 minutes in the crevasse. G. told me that it distorts your sense of time, so when I found this out, that's when I realized my trip had fully kicked in. I was excited, amazingly happy, and euphoric. Also, according to G. my visuals had just begun.
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We then decided we were going to do what we always do in times of celebration. Get drunk. We headed home in search of booze.
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For some reason, the walk home was the most astonishing thing to us. We had so much fun playing with dirt, throwing rocks, talking to cactai, and observing each others trails that we had a hard time walking a hundred feet to the house. Finally, upon our arrival we opened the gate and walked into the driveway. Remembering that I had stashed a fifth of cheap liqueor in G.s camper, I walked over to it opened the door, turned the light on and to G's amazement, produced from under a blanket a brilliant yellow bottle of coffee schnapps.
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We had never been happier. We shut the door, sat down and listened to the Dead Kennedys for about an hour. Talking, having fun and sipping shitty booze.
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2-3 hours into the trip, the visuals stopped.
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It was almost immediate when I realized it too. No more fancy trails, no more auras or patterns. It had also gotten completely dark. Upon this revelation I had slipped into a depression. I was mad that my visuals werent working, we were out of booze, punk music sucks, and that it had become night. G. felt exactly the same.
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The mindfuck.
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After realizing how mad we both were, we laughed. We laughed that we paid 15 dollars a hit and supposedly gotten bad acid. We tried to both be mad, but we were so happy and euphoric that we just ended up talking four hours, and couldn't find it in us to be angry.
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We walked inside the house and decided to call it a night.
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Just when I thought the trip was over, the mental portion really started to kick in. We spent literally five hours in front of the computer. Pointless websites, random people/things, just telling each other the reasons for them. We talked about our philosophies of the world and where we stood on religion, politics, and basically summed up life in a nutshell. Even if we thought so, there was NO WAY we were anywhere near coming down.
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I had come to the realization that I am my own significant manifestation of spiritual energy in the universe, I am here for a reason, that I was created in God's image, by God, and that I have been entrusted with his powers to answer every question anybody could ever ask about ANYTHING. The scariest part about it was I was fully confident in my abilities to do so. I wondered about things I have always wondered about, and really asked G. and myself what I thought about them. This process repeated over and over again resulting in what I thought was absolute spiritual enlightenment.
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During all the spiritual stuff and crap, G's parents came home without us even knowing, made dinner and asked us if we wanted to eat. We were both starved, so we exclaimed yes and proceeded to the dining room.
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For some reason I found that communicating was about the hardest thing somebody could put me up to at the time.
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G's mom: 'Hey ___. How are you doing?'
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Me: 'Ummm... Fantastic!' *Loses control of vocal volume/tone*
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G's mom: 'That's good' *stares at me like I'm a fucking creep*
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G. realized my dillemma, grabbed the food, and took me back to the room.
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G. had come down almost fully, while I was still semi-tripping, and detached from the world. I ate my dinner and it tasted fabulous. I could feel it reenergizing my body and permiating my entire mouth and nasal passages with the most intense flavor I had ever tasted. Although it was a small portion and I had been extremely hungry all day, I was happy with one serving and felt completely full.
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Coming down.
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I had come down soon after I had eaten. After G. was sober again. Enough to realize I was fairly buzzed from the schnapps we drank earlier. The strange part about it is I was very euphoric and stoned for the rest of the night. My trip had ended but I felt that way for the next thirteen hours.
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We watched TV for a few hours and talked. Reflecting on the trip, and the month we spent getting the acid. We were happy we'd finally done it, that we'd come down okay and had a good trip. We called it a night and went to bed.
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I woke up the next day perfectly fine, un-stoned, and alert. I actually felt great. Like, a rejuvinated kind of feeling.
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Overall. I say LSD is an incredible experience. Life-changing. Very potent, wonderful effects, and yes, I will do it again. Prob'ly with a higher dosage next time though. I wanted better/more visuals than what I had gotten.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 19, 2020</td><td>Views: 598</td></tr>
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My acid experience, my “trip”, as most would call it, is by far the most important thing I have experienced up to date, as it revealed to me my life mission, my real origin, and my ego; love and beauty itself.
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It was a Friday, and my best friend (we’ll call her V), had informed me the week before that she could get LSD from a dealer at college. We’ve been trying to get our hands on it for a long time, and since every single one of those times ended in disappointment when something went wrong, I was a bit skeptical that she could really get it.
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She told me that she had done it already, one time, and that she wanted to do it next week, on Friday. I gave her 12 bucks, which is what 1 hit cost, and she got it on Tuesday. I was so excited; I couldn’t believe that we were actually going to experience LSD for the first time. I had been anxious all week, looking forward to Friday, time couldn’t pass any slower for me. I was ready.
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Friday finally came, a day on which I had no college and neither did she. She picked me up at 8 AM and went straight to her house. There was no one home, we were completely alone. We cleaned her house and proceeded to take a shower, after that we started getting ready. I wanted to feel beautiful while I was on acid, and really appreciate my beauty and body. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I wanted to feel beautiful while I was on acid, and really appreciate my beauty and body.</div></div> I wore a pink skirt and a small white blouse.
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15 minutes in: The LSD was kicking in slowly, at first I could feel myself light as a feather, I closed my fists and it almost felt funny. I was texting my mother back, as she was angry at me for something silly and not important, all of a sudden the keyboard on my phone started moving. I found this funny, and chuckled a bit, and told V about it. She said she was feeling it too. I proceeded to put mascara on, which I was doing in front of a full body mirror. All of sudden, I could see the veins of my eyelids just swirling slightly. They were so visible and clear and I was so utterly amazed about how beautiful they looked. They were so thin and partially green, I kept saying “Oh my God,” to myself, it was all I could say. I was shocked.
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I told V about it, and she kept on telling me how amazing she felt. She turned on the music, playing “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. I didn’t know the lyrics to the song, but I didn’t care and V encouraged me to just sing along. I felt amazed as I kept staring at my body in the mirror, astonished, I felt the tears accumulating in my eyes. V noticed and told me she had also cried in her first experience, overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.
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I kept telling her about our legs, our body and how amazing it was that the human anatomy was so perfectly formed. We talked about how it was possible to have so much knowledge, to really understand and be able to view the world the way humans do, unlike plants and trees, who are merely feelers of the earth. We considered ourselves so lucky, to be the only race able to appreciate this beauty of the world.
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We kept talking about how LSD was like a box, it takes you in, then you come out, and again it takes you in, and you come out again. At times I felt overwhelmed by so much truth that V was speaking, our ego and hateful, spiteful feeling, government disgrace, the way the world was falling apart, something only us humans could do. It was like I was seeing everything from a new perspective, everything I knew before was presenting itself in a different light and I felt new to this world, I felt cleansed.
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We went outside to her mother’s balcony; it was full of plants and had a tall fountain with a child dipping his hand in the water. It looked beautiful in the sunlight. We could see the ocean from afar, the park, and the streets. To the side, was a big mountain covered in white, moving clouds. I sat in a chair and observed the beauty around me; finally awakened, taking it all as if it was the first time I saw this world for itself. Her small cat that had just had babies came outside to join us, and it was the happiest moment of my life. She drank water from the fountain and just lay beside us.
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I realized we were just humans who picked the wrong path; a race gone terribly, terribly wrong. We ate so many cherries, strawberries, and watermelon. I studied algebra and finally understood some of the things I had been struggling with for quite some time.
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As we kept on going about the way our society lived, V started talking about how everything is a competition on earth. Everybody wants to be better than everyone, struggling for acceptance and success. We kept on going about how our emotions are assigned to us since birth, how a crying baby when born, has to be sad, and they comfort it, how they teach us to be afraid of the dark, how crying means sadness, and how it’s wrong to say “I love you”, when you’re in a relationship to anyone of the opposite sex.
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I realized that I had been put here on earth to accomplish my mission of saving people. Kindness, friendship, and patience is the reason I am here. I’m not here to make money, to have the best job, or the best car; I realized I am here to help people, that is true freedom. Love is true freedom.
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I analyzed my relationship and realized I was being too hard on my boyfriend; I wasn’t being the girlfriend I always said I would be. I was being selfish and getting angry for small, stupid reasons that only caused him pain. Mainly his personality, I felt he was too silly and that annoyed me, I felt people saw it too. I felt so guilty that I had treated him that way these past few days, the pain of having wasted so much precious, precious time with my significant other deeply pained me. All I wanted to do was say I’m sorry and kiss him passionately, and fix everything I did wrong. I realized nothing is forever, and there will be a time where we won’t be together anymore, either by a break up or by death, and I longed for him more than ever in that moment.
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V and I spent the rest of the day talking about our feeling and events in our lives. I went home at 7:30 and found no one home, so I made some tea and read in my room, spending time with my pet turtle and my cat. I took pictures and videos, and couldn’t fall asleep because I didn’t want this amazing experience to end, and I only prayed that I could hold this lesson forever <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I didn’t want this amazing experience to end, and I only prayed that I could hold this lesson forever</div></div>, and apply it every single day of my life.
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I look forward to my second acid trip very, very soon. I plan on going into it with a different state of mind, now knowing what to expect. <!-- I would recommend LSD to anyone who wants to find themselves, or anyone that just wants to try it with a positive state of mind, and has no doubts on the drug. -->There is no hiding with LSD, every single one of my fears and feelings came out and made me face it. I consider this the most self-rewarding experience I have ever come across until now. I am not the same person anymore. I have seen real life, and I look forward to achieving this state of mind in my daily life. Safe tripping!<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
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I had always been interested in trying acid. However, I never took it before because of a mixture of limited opportunities and the fact that I take prescription medication (Synthroid and Lamictal). One night I walked into my friend’s apartment to find one of his roommates tripping on acid, and to my surprise, she seemed fine, besides seeing all types of weird stuff. This opened me up to it a little bit more. So having acid available to me, I decided to actually research if it reacts badly with any of my medication. It does not. So soon after, I figured I’d finally give it a try. I bought a tab from his roommate’s friend who was there, put it in mouth, and let it dissolve.
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About an hour in, we went to see a midnight movie. Much to my surprise, it didn’t really kick in all the way through the movie. I was feeling emotions more intensely, and felt a little numb/high, but I certainly wasn’t “tripping.” We all got home and hung out for a bit. By this time, it was very late, and it was about 2.5 hours since I took it, and still wasn’t feeling that much. Everyone went to bed and I slept on the couch (I feel very comfortable/safe in this apartment).
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It’s at this point in the story I should tell you about my condition: I have a unique skin condition brought on by my nervous system and natural body temperature, in which when I go from a cold outdoor space to a hot indoor space in the winter, my skin breaks out in an intense burning/itching/stinging sensation. No doctor has been able to diagnose or give any kind of treatment for this. Winters are a nightmare for me. I just kind of have to wait until my body adjusts to the new temperature. It is also greatly caused by my anxiety (you might see where this is going). It was still chilly in New York, but during the entire time I was on acid, I did not feel this sensation at all. I just felt comfortable in my skin.
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Back to the story. So a bit a time passed as I was lying on the couch waiting for my trip, when two of the roommates came back out to smoke a joint. I didn’t mind, I could use the company. I took a couple of hits of their joint, and it was shorty thereafter that I began to trip. Very hard. The acid hit me like a ton of bricks. Their faces started to morph into other faces entirely, and I couldn’t really speak coherently through the haze. I saw them wish me luck and walk out of the living room, leaving me alone in the dark with my experience. It was in full-flight for about 5 hours, or until the sun was again shining through the windows. It was during this time that pictures from my deep past (like 3 or 4 years old) that I thought I had forgotten were vividly presented to me. This was extremely euphoric for me, and I kept getting these blasts of early memories that I wasn’t totally prepared to see. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I kept getting these blasts of early memories that I wasn’t totally prepared to see.</div></div> I was laughing, I was crying, I was making “O” faces. The LSD was taking all my dirty laundry out by showing me that everything was still in there. It was very, very intense, and very therapeutic.
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The sun eventually came up and I transitioned out of the trip very gently. Very smoothly. I finally felt “sober” again. It’s worthy to note that at this point, it was still coursing through my veins, as evidenced by my still-dilated pupils. What I noticed, however, was a very palpable sense of having been emotionally cleaned out, as though the acid had ripped out all my deep-seated feelings that were giving me anxiety. I just felt good. I felt light. I couldn’t help smiling. My friend and his roommates noticed it too, after they woke up. And you know what I still wasn’t feeling? My itching burning skin condition. I felt a weight lifted. Going to breakfast that morning, we went outside and inside several times, with no signs of my skin condition in sight.
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It has been a week since then, and while I’ve some bouts of my condition, they were fleeting and very mild. In short, LSD may just have cured a tortuous condition that no doctor could.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2016</td><td width="90">ExpID: 108231</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr>
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I had been curious for a number of years about LSD. I had read all about its mind expanding potential, as well as its influence in pop culture of the psychedelic era. I also loved psychedelic music for a number of years, which also made me very curious. I had smoked pot before, but was told that being stoned was 'nothing like tripping on acid.' I was curious, but at the same time a bit wary. I had heard some acid horror stories about people who lost their mind, or had watched their flesh melt off, or something to that effect.
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Some years passed, and I became a bit of a stoner, and associated with other stoners. I smoked a lot of pot, but still had never come across lsd. Then one day, my best friend came to my house one night, and told me that he had bought four hits of acid. My nerves got the better of me, and I said that I had to be up early the next morning, so I would be happy to trip the next day. Well, I didn't hear from him the next day, or the day after that. Then, about three days later, I was getting off from a very stressful work shift at a fast food restaurant, when he called me on my cell, and asked if I was ready to trip. I said yes, and figured it was as good a time as any.
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How terribly wrong I was. I was very anxious and stressed from work, and the rush hour traffic made it even worse. On top of this, my anxiety was compounded by the anticipation of what an acid trip would be like. When I finally arrived at my friends house, he was waiting for me, and had one hit left out of the four he had bought. This was perfectly fine with me, because I really only wanted to test the waters, figuratively speaking. It was a lifesaver that had the acid dropped on it. I told him I needed some time to relax from my day before taking it, but he reminded me of the longevity of the effects, and that I should take into consideration my coming workday. I know he only wanted me to be good for work the next day, but I sort of felt coaxed into keeping a schedule. And, stupidly, I gave in. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I sort of felt coaxed into keeping a schedule. And, stupidly, I gave in.</div></div> I took the hit. I put it in my mouth and sucked on it just like a normal strawberry lifesaver. I haven't thought about it till now, but when I did this, my friend said: 'Ok, now what's done can't be undone.' I didn't consciously think about that statement, but I remember thinking that whatever happened, I was just along for the ride, and there was nothing I could do. Somehow this thought didn't make me feel too easy. I tried to be giddy, and to laugh, and make merry with my friend for the next thirty minutes. If I said something silly, I would be like: 'well, what do you expect of someone tripping on acid?' Even though I wasn't yet.
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Eventually the effects started to set in. He said that I would feel a pleasant warming sensation in my stomach, and then feel happy. Nothing like that happened at all. I felt the sensation in my head first, like I had been hanging upside down for ten minutes, and my head was filling with blood like a water balloon. This was not a pleasant sensation at all. In fact I was feeling very, very strange in a way I can't describe, and my depth perception started acting up too, like I was looking through someone else prescription glasses. When I sat down and tried to relax, everything I stared at seemed to expand, like I was getting smaller, and the horrible sensation just kept getting worse. I honestly felt more anxious and freaked out than ever I had been in my life. No matter what I did. No matter what position I got into, I couldn't calm down. I was out of control. I asked my friend to hold my hand, but when he did, it was like it wasn't even there. I couldn't tell where his hand and my hand met. I hated this, because I wanted the comforting sensation of external touch. At the same time, I was trying to lay back and relax on the couch, but the sensation was so fucked up. I couldn't tell where my body ended and the couch began either. And all the while this horrifying sensation that my spine was trying to crawl out of my body. I finally couldn't take it anymore and threw myself on the floor,screaming into my hands. At this point, my friend was pretty freaked out as well. I screamed at my friend: 'Why in the hell would anyone enjoy doing this!' 'Fuck LSD! I'm never touching this horrible shit again!' At this point I started crying like a little child. What was strange was that I wasn't embarrassed. It actually was a comfort. Then I started dousing myself in water, over and over, until it looked like I had jumped into a pool with my clothes on. I couldn't tell you why, but the sensation helped me to compose myself somehow. The water on my face was a comforting sensation, and kept me from losing it. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The water on my face was a comforting sensation, and kept me from losing it.</div></div>
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Finally, my friend said something that helped me, in my mind, to deal with this horrible trip. He said that all of us, and everything in the universe is made up of nothing but atoms, and that on an anatomical level, nothing is being harmed, only changing. We are one with it forever. This is difficult for me to explain. I don't know how much time passed before I felt calm. It seemed like only a few minutes, but in fact several hours had passed. For the rest of the trip, everything in my visual field still seemed to move quite a bit. We went over to another friends house, for a change of scenery, and the whole time it was like I was watching everything that happened like it was a movie, and that I was only watching. When I returned home, it was nighttime, and I felt the strong urge to structure everything in my life down to the last detail. I also had a very hard time falling asleep. The after effects seemed like an upper that wouldn't let me drift off. Finally I did, and the next morning, I felt like my physical mind had gone through a lot of stress.
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The only positive thing was that I didn't have a single headache for several weeks. After the horrible terror I had experienced, normal life didn't seem to stress me out enough to give me a headache. I think I'll stick to exedrine.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr>
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AVOID if Taking Lithium
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I had not tripped acid in several years. Maybe even since high school. But one thing was for sure, I held no fear in my heart for it, and I was looking forward to a good time.
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The first two hits did not have any effect on me, even after two hours. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The first two hits did not have any effect on me, even after two hours.</div></div> I eventually gave in and popped two more hits, unworried. The resulting LSD trip began as usual, enhanced perception.. drawn to music. Philosophical ramblings, art, ideas, etc. The makings of a good trip.
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Eventually, I had to stop listening to music as the intensity was continuing to increase to a level I had never experienced before, but I knew I was ok. I just needed to reduce sensory stimulation. I turned off every light in the house, and unplugged every electronic device that I owned, in an effort to quell high frequency sounds, lights, fans, and other annoyances. Music persisted anyway. Immutable and driven by the rhythm of my heartbeat and breath in my lungs. Intense, amazing, a gateway to extra-dimensional consciousness, and... becoming a bit exhausting.
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The music turned against me, no longer controlled by my biometrics; instead, literally controlling my life.
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Heartbeat, erratic, uncontrollable. Cannot speak. Communicating with gestures. Breathing, struggling to maintain some modicum of control. Short gasps, fish out of water. Violent willful determination to keep trying to breathe, to slow my heart. Rational still, believing my life is safe, but this is the most difficult peak anyone has ever had, ever. At least my friend was there to try to help bring some regularity to my breathing. Calm, comforting words.
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Frustrated with trying to normalize my breathing for over half an hour, I got up from the couch to leave the room. Perceptions mixed, and intermittent. I knew that something was now severely fucking wrong. Nausea in my stomach, the equivalent in my head, heart out-of-control, trying so hard to breathe just plain sucks.
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I was just sick of everything that was going on and I wanted to get away from it fast. I made three steps on my feet, then probably about three more on my hands and knees... I woke up, face cut up. My chin smarting, and scraped up. Blood on the floor, from when I bit the side of my tongue away during the seizure.
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Somewhere in the seconds that I lost, terrfied, I felt that I should probably die now. That this was what that was like, and it is happening. And resignation, please, whatever, just as long as its over.
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I felt terrible when I came to, if I tried really hard, I could say one or two words. I just spent several moments afterward unco-ordinatedly bouncing off the walls in the hallway, trying to make my way into any other room, away from the mess. Still mostly trying to communicate with gestures. I found enough words to plead my friend to call 911, and then I immediately begged her not to while she was trying to find her phone.
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A couple hours later, I had returned to normal. Chin hurting, tongue chewed up. The most intense trip of my life, physical and sickening, and thoroughly regrettable.
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Final words:
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Don't take LSD while taking Lithium. <!-- , unless you want -->I had a really shitty time where I ended up struggling endlessly against my own body's naturally automated functions, terrified as they spun chaotically out-of-synch. And then, also, I got to have a seizure. Ugh.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 28</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 30, 2020</td><td>Views: 873</td></tr>
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I took two hits of LSD to a music festival, and I split them between my friends and I. I cut one of the squares in half and gave the other full square to my other friend. We walked down to one on the tents and settled on the ground to wait for the effects of the drug to begin. My friend that took the full square began to feel the effects within thirty minutes. The friend that split the hit with me and myself did not feel anything for another hour.
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When the acid began to take effect, I felt my vision sharpen. Soon after that, sounds became richer. When I reached the plateau, I became extremely giddy and laughed uncontrollably. Everything seemed so absurd, from our mannerisms to our demeanor. When I tried to straighten up, it would cause me to laugh uncontrollably at the futility of my efforts. Even though I was in a room full of people, I did not care how I appeared to others. I could feel the sound from the stage vibrating all throughout my body. Insects seeking shade tickled my skin as they brushed against my body. As soon as the set ended, my friend and I decided to find our other friend that broke off from us sometime earlier. We left the tent, and headed towards the headliner stage. It was situated in a large field, and it intuitively seemed like an ideal place to go.
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The whole journey to the stage was an incredible experience. The different textures surrounding me were extremely pleasing to my eyes. I felt weightless as I walked along. Along the way, we spotted our other friend. He had a dream like expression on his face and was wandering aimlessly. We rejoined and made our way to the main stage. When we made it to the stage, I realized that we might need to go back to our campsite to get a shade umbrella. The task was daunting. It was extremely difficult to formulate a plan and follow through with it. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">It was extremely difficult to formulate a plan and follow through with it.</div></div> It was difficult to talk as well. When we arrived at the campsite, we collapsed into a fit of laughter.
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When we collected ourselves, we walked back to the stage with the umbrella and laid on the grass. Normally, the umbrella felt heavy, but it felt weightless in my arms.
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As I stared into the sky, I watched the clouds dissipate in extreme detail. I could see a swirly pattern over everything I saw. My ears felt like they were full of cotton, and I kept getting the sensation that I was in a wind tunnel. I thought that I was feeling the velocity of the Earth's rotation. When I looked at my hand, I thought that I saw the structure of my veins for an instant. At times, the sharpness of everything hurt my eyes but I could not close them. I simply tried staring at the sky because the grass was moving in such detail that it was overwhelming. I also had a sensation of understanding things for the first time.
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The effects of the acid came and went like the ebb and flow of the tide. The acid peaked within an hour of taking it and began to wane four hours later. For the rest of the afternoon, I felt a buzzing sensation and a general feeling of calmness. When the last of the acid left my body, I felt irritable and tired. I slept like a baby that night and felt refreshed the next day. However, my brain felt a little fried and I had trouble formulating complex thoughts. It wore off the next day, but the positive mood stayed. I feel more confident about myself now. I still have a little trouble trying to put into human words what happened to me that day.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2010</td><td width="90">ExpID: 85747</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 16, 2020</td><td>Views: 587</td></tr>
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This was my first experience with LSD. I had plenty of experience with weed and alcohol, and had done some nitrous. Somehow it came up that the guy I'd been casually dating had acid in his freezer, and we agreed to trip together a week later.
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That day, it was beautiful out, so we went for a walk before I reminded him of our plan. We ordered Thai because he—much more experienced with drugs—said we would get sick if we took it on an empty stomach. I was impatient to begin, but careful to set positive intentions. I wanted to see the world in a new way. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I wanted to see the world in a new way.</div></div> Whenever my typical anxieties crept in during the few hours leading up to the trip, I consciously and urgently calmed myself to prevent a bad trip. I put the two little pieces of paper on my tongue and moved them around my mouth for twenty minutes or so before swallowing it. Another half hour passed, and I began to express doubt that there was really any acid on those pieces of paper. But soon I began giggling a lot, insisting “I still don’t think I’m tripping but…I just feel so funny.” The physical feeling was somewhat like full-body nerves, but accompanied with happiness and an amusement at my very being. “Yeah,” he said, “you’re on acid.” With those words, the music built, but it built to me to something more intense than it would’ve been were I sober. It was not unlike listening to music after consuming a lot of weed.
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I no longer had a sense of time, and it was not just that things seemed longer or shorter than they really were. If you asked me how long I had been sitting in a given place I would only be able to tell you less than 12 hours because the sun was still up. We had a timer set, but it took a huge mental effort to read and make sense of the numbers. We went outside for I think three hours. I danced through his tiny, urban, fenced-in backyard, feeling the grass and mud between my toes. I felt the gravity and suspension of leaning back while holding onto tree branches, and danced with the tree. In my mind, I described what I was doing as “a communion with the universe.” <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">In my mind, I described what I was doing as “a communion with the universe.”</div></div> I wanted to touch everything. Things I touched did not physically feel different, or at least not much so, but I took much more joy in feeling them. I felt an urge to create “art” by stacking the objects I found in his yard, to not only feel the universe and dance with it, but create a beautiful space for myself, build my own world. I began to think of everything I did in life as building up my world.
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For a while I sat and smoked cigarettes—chain smoked six or seven, when I was smoking only 2 or 3 a day at the time. I was mesmerized by the smoke. In it I saw many individual pieces of glitter dancing up into the heavens. I didn’t feel the nicotine. At one point I could no longer discern how loud things were, even relatively. A small party a couple of houses away sounded louder and clearer than the music we had on, then the music sounded booming to the point that I couldn’t hear myself talk over it, and I was worried we would get complaints and have to speak to a cop so we turned down the music and eventually went inside.
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I had been entirely in my own world, but inside now I began to talk with him. He was much more businessy than I was, but speaking to him on acid I began to understand his values and concerns. He was building things for other people, the very thing I’d been trying to do with my “art.” Building things they wanted enough to build things in exchange. I wasn't just building my own world: everyone was building the world for each other. I remember this conversation as the moment I fell in love with him. It was a hard smack in the chest feeling and I just knew. I don’t know whether that clarity was because of the acid or because what we have is different than any other time I’ve been in love. We’ve been together two years now.
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At some point, I checked Facebook on my phone, and just felt so happy that everyone was sharing these bits of their life with me. A bit later I sat up and spoke non-stop about traumatic moments in my childhood and felt peace with a lot of it. We had sex, which felt WAY nicer than normal, possibly better than sex had ever been for me, it was like I was in a world of skin and every motion had poetic weight. Eventually we decided to try to sleep, this was 13 or 14 hours after we’d taken the acid. He went outside to smoke a joint to calm himself, and then being alone in the dark room was when I started to get some negative visuals. The shadows looked like devils. Lying on the bed I felt like a sacrifice in a satanic ritual. I was momentarily afraid, but soon able to see it all as funny and cartoonish. I had really committed myself to stay positive throughout the trip. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had really committed myself to stay positive throughout the trip.</div></div> It took me probably 4 hours to fall asleep, just constant racing thoughts that I couldn’t slow down, but not unlike the insomnia I get sometimes off drugs. I only slept for about an hour, woke up clear-headed, no hangover, with that second wind feeling I get when I have very little sleep. I could remember things pretty well, the memories came slowly, popping up with some visual cue and surprising me. Reflecting over my morning coffee was half thinking about how I had grown personally and half thinking about this relationship. I was embarrassed about how much I’d opened up to this guy I’d gone on 4 or 5 dates with, but I also had these new, stronger feelings for him. I wondered why he’d chosen to do acid with me, since he knew what acid was like, and I really didn't. <!-- (even after reading this and a dozen other trip reports, I really don't think you can anticipate what acid is like.)-->
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The “building the world for each other” philosophy has stuck with me, and so has the boy. I’d say I grew more that day than I do over the course of a typical year. I think what made my experience so good was that I was in a fairly positive emotional phase and I committed myself to keep my thoughts positive, over the course of a full week leading up to the trip.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2013</td><td width="90">ExpID: 105607</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 17, 2020</td><td>Views: 611</td></tr>
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I'd taken LSD twice before. I'd wanted to do acid since I found out about it, at 12yo. I was drawn to the shift in consciousness that it promised, all that. Once was at a party, a few weeks before this experience, I was also smoking weed/hash and probably had a beer or two, although I don't remember what I drank. That first time was fine. The experience was enjoyable, mild. Some cool visuals - cartoons playing out on a towel that was hanging on the clothes horse in front of me, giggles with friends, stuff like that. I couldn't go fully into my trip because I had a friend with me who got really paranoid and negative so I had to help him through it. But other than that, it was generally a good experience.
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The second time wasn't good. I was with my brother and a good friend and I was tripping balls, terrified. There was this constant nice, happy, interesting elevation really high, up to the crest of a wave and then, BAM!, crashed down into the depths of nothingness and despair again. It was so horrific. I hated that feeling.
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This time was completely different, though. I had some (one or two tabs) left over from one of the other times and I decided to take on my own terms, on my own, in my family house, when everyone else was gone. Thinking about the creative brilliance it seems to bestow on some people, I optimistically set out some coloured paper, pastels and other art materials on the floor of my room. I thought of going out to enjoy the garden a bit, chill out with my trip and maybe do some drawing. Things did not turn out the way I'd planned them...
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So I took the tabs and was waiting a good while, nothing happening. I didn't get any stroke of artistic brilliance, did not feel the urge to connect with nature or do anything fun or interesting. I wasn't having visuals or hallucinations, no interesting thoughts or mental experiences. After a while of just being mildly bored with this clearly failed trip, I decided to have a shower. In the bathroom, I ended up sitting on the toilet lid, frozen with terror, as this voice very clearly told me over and over again to kill myself. It was a disembodied voice. I knew it was inside, rather than external. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">It was a disembodied voice. I knew it was inside, rather than external.</div></div> I didn't think there was a being there or anything. It was just this voice. It said over and over again, in a very firm way, 'Kill yourself.' It shocked and panicked me and terrified and horrified me. I thought, 'What?! What?! What?!' And it just kept repeating that. Obviously unwilling to kill myself and wondering was it some sort of magnified suicidal ideation that I'd experienced on and off during my life since I was about 11, I just stayed sitting there, hearing it but not doing anything about it, just drowning in terror.
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I did finally have my shower. That voice stayed with me for that trip and even after it, for months, recurring to me. I've been thinking about that trip so much since. Even two years later, I can't find an answer to it. It may be just that – an amplification of the idea to kill myself that I've had before, at times. Or it may have been a spiritual death that was implied. Some people report 'spiritual death' from psychedelics and this 'death' causing them great enlightenment and freedom. I guess I wasn't “brave” enough to find out if it would do the same to me ...
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[My conclusion from this: Psychoactives like LSD are emotionally dangerous and, while they should not be banned from human research and healing applications, their availability should be limited to people who are using them for the right purposes – e.g. psychotherapy, informed spirituality etc.]
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2009</td><td width="90">ExpID: 90433</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 17, 2020</td><td>Views: 686</td></tr>
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This is a report on my second LSD experience that happened a couple years back. I come back to this experience because at the time it was quite profound but left me with a feeling of isolation<!-- that I will explain later in the report-->.
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My previous drug use prior to this experience was Alcohol, Pot, Mushrooms and one LSD trip. The previous LSD trip I took two hits of quality LSD while at a beautiful location overlooking the San Francisco Bay with a couple of other people who were not tripping. While this trip was a lot of fun and had its moments of introspection and mild ego dissolution, time distortion was the only severely significant feeling I felt and I still had the mindset of it as 'tripping' and not necessarily viewing it as a spiritual experience. Because of the length of LSD I was kind of hesitant to go back to it as I saw mushrooms having a very similar experience but not being quite as draining on the brain.
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I decided to give LSD another try and this time the effects were quite different. This time me and my buddy were taking it with 3 other people just hanging out smoking pot and hookah at my buddy's house.
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(0:00) I took the 3 hits of blotter acid and my buddy took his two hits.
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(0:20) I start to feel off and a little bit queasy not to the extent that I had nausea like I sometimes get with mushrooms but I felt like my body knew it had a potent foreign substance that it was breaking down and absorbing.
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(0:30) I definitely am coming up a lot quicker than last time and harder too. I ask to hit the hookah to kind of ease my nerves of this unexpected intensity already. I became very cold outside as well and told my friends that I needed to get up and walk around. I planned to be outside the majority of the trip and my buddy has a cool little trail right outside his home that I was going to explore, but the intensity and suddenness of the come up changed those plans quickly.
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From here on out I'm not going to give the time markers as A) some of it might be a bit out of place and B) time was a fairly meaningless concept during the trip so I think I am not doing it out of respect for the profundity of the experience.
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I proceeded to tell everyone about the chills I was getting and told them I was in control but I simply needed to go inside. So as I headed inside I lied down on the couch and became engrossed with the living room that looked quite different from when I went outside to smoke the hookah. Colors seemed sharper but constantly fluctuating their hues and I seemed to be able to pick up on corners and little specks in the table that I simply do not notice in a sober state of mind. Not too long after everyone came back in and my other buddy who took acid was laughing hysterically on his 2 hits and seemed to be having a good time but simply 'tripping.'
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What I really was just completely amazed about LSD at this dose was the ability to make connections that I normally never even think of such as I remember thinking about what it would be like growing up as my friend and the difference it would be living under his parents opposed to mine. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I remember thinking about what it would be like growing up as my friend and the difference it would be living under his parents opposed to mine.</div></div> My buddies put on the Beatles 'Magical Mystery Tour' which made me gain new appreciation of the true talent of The Fab 4 as I felt they totally understood and were trying to represent the psychedelic experience through their music.
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Around the 5 hour mark people started going home and my buddy put on the movie The Doors. This is really where my trip was dramatically different from the last time. I didn't really have any interest in the movie but I would hear certain words or watch certain parts and relate my life to the movie, and as my friends fell asleep and my other buddy tripping was possibly swimming his own ocean of mind or whatever he was doing I started feeling like I was dying in a sense.
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I knew I had not overdosed due to doing research and was pretty comfortable in my settings, but I think my ego was completely dissolved and I closed my eyes and saw a 'Heaven' of sorts that was this square grid fluctuating in colors and in this grid I saw my friends (some that were currently with me.) They all seemed happy and encouraging me in and I felt a presence that I guess the best word to describe it would be would be God and it seemed to be getting joy from this trick of toying with me in this altered state. (None of my close friends before or really since have had this kind of experience and actually most of them do not take hallucinogenic drugs so this is where that sense of isolation from the experience came.) So teetering in this purgatory 'reality' I just came to a conclusion that has stuck to this day. Human Beings are never really in control, just create the illusion that they are.
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While that epiphany may seem fairly obvious it has helped me become more aware of it. Subsequent Salvia, mushroom, 2C-B, 2C-E, and Ecstasy trips would reinforce these beliefs but this was the first time where I was just left in disbelief from the effects of a psychoactive substance. End your reading now if you just wanted to read about the trip as the rest of this report will simply be some philosophy and rhetoric that I feel is important.
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Humans usually refer to themselves as separate from the animal world, and I don't understand as how we view ourselves as different as while granted we have arguably the most complex brains, our general behavior is no different from that of other animals: Communication, Eating, Sleeping, Dying, Parenting, Learning, Having Sex is seen all across the Animal Kingdom.
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Furthermore bodily functions and I'm not trying to make light of some of these just being real: Peeing, Pooping, Farting, Burping, sneezing, yawning, stretching, laughing, crying, are all automatic responses at least some of the time.
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It seems in our society this will be something very hard to realize and I possibly could be wrong about the whole thing as well, but the reason it will be so hard is our whole lives we are taught to value our autonomy and differences and to have an experience that shatters that in 12 hours is scary to some, amazing to others.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 30, 2020</td><td>Views: 576</td></tr>
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Ryan and I awoke in a small cabin situated on a hill in a beautiful forest in northern California. For several weeks before, we had been looking forward to trying acid for the first time. He and I have been very close for several years; we’ve spent four weeks backpacking through Europe, we’ve spent countless hours submerged in philosophical discussions about society, existence and the universe, and we knew each other’s family and each other’s life story extensively. We slowly got out of our sleeping bags, excited to face the day.
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Shortly after breakfast, we placed one tab each in our mouths. I swished mine around everywhere, being sure to create and swallow as much saliva as I could. Everything was prepared, and we went back inside. We sat on the couch, listening to Sound Tribe Sector 9’s album, Artifact, and waiting for the drug to set in.
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After 20 minutes, we both agreed we were feeling a bit spacey but wanted more. We each took one more tab. We continued to sit and talk about the physical effects we were feeling. We figured we would set out on our forest journey, and that it would fully set in somewhere along the way.
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We started walking down a path surrounded by plants and trees, and my perspective started to change. I began focusing on the fact that I, like everything I saw, was just an organism that has evolved to its current state. As we reached the clearing and got out from under the trees, I thought about how he and I appeared from the 3rd-person perspective: we were two humans walking down a path and nothing more. I said to him, “we’re just two humans walking, that’s it!” He said, “yep, that’s it!” We continued to jokingly say, “That’s it!” for several minutes, becoming lost in the fact that that was all we were.
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We reached a point where the path diverged into three: the path back to the cabin, the path down toward the car, and the path to another trail. I was walking in circles with a big smile on my face, and he was asking which path I wanted to take. I told him, “I’m totally content with standing here walking in circles.” I did not want to stray far from the cabin, knowing my material possessions were there. Additionally, the couch in the cabin was comfortable and warm, and that sounded nice too. We headed back up the trail toward the cabin.
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We arrived and sat on a bench outside the cabin, not knowing I was about to have the most powerful moment of my life. I don’t recall exactly how the conversation went, but he said to me, “You are already dead. Your children, if you choose to have them, are already dead.” His saying this made me feel a way I have never felt before. In that moment, I felt the entire history and future of the universe flowing through me. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">In that moment, I felt the entire history and future of the universe flowing through me.</div></div> I realized that this moment was nothing more than a summation of everything that has happened before it. I came to see myself and the world I saw as one, being nothing more than the current physical manifestation of the matter that was created at the birth of the universe. Everything I knew about the world exploded in my brain in one constantly moving moment of clarity. Throughout my entire body, mind and spirit, the duality of love and death became clear. It was beautiful in that we have been born into such an amazing universe, but tragic in that we know how our story will end. My eyes were open wide and my jaw hung low. I fell from the bench into a pile on the ground, my cheek on the deck and my head turned toward the vast forest. I lay silently in awe and clarity.
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In this moment, everything I knew about the world made sense as a reflection of this human condition. All literature, all music, all science, all philosophy and all religion are just a reflection of this human condition. The structured way that humans live their lives on this planet made sense. It made sense why everything is the way it is.
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After a few minutes of running around the cabin saying, “Oh my God, it all makes sense!” I found my way to the couch. I started talking to Ryan more about what I was thinking about: I said something like, “so, all we are [as men] are organisms who wander the earth and impregnate females?” He jokingly said, “yep, and they just incubate that shit!” After a good laugh from that comment, I fell into a state of deep appreciation. I was appreciative of my parents and all they’ve done for me, of every little detail of this beautiful world, and of those who spend their time to take care of the cabin where I found myself. I was mesmerized by how lucky I am to be part of the constantly moving and always living painting that we know as the universe, and realized how beautiful it is that we can choose to live any lifestyle we want. It amazed me that the matter of the universe had transpired in a way that I could come up to this cabin with one of my best friends in the world, take this drug together, and sit and enjoy the glory of existence and the universe.
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I noticed the guest book on the coffee table, and I had another epiphany. Seeing as all that is real is the matter of the universe, every moment is the sum of everything that has ever been written. At this point, quotes on peoples’ Facebook profile began racing through my mind; so many brilliant minds have come through this life, and they have done all that they can do, which is write down what they’ve discovered so that I can understand better the situation in which I find myself. I realized that human life is simply being aware that you are part of the physical universe, knowing that you have your entire life to explore it, and having the ability to share your story through changing the matter around you. Writing on pages is like giving instructions to those who come after you, even though those pages are just other pieces of matter. And it’s not only writing; the physical universe is a canvas, and you can leave your mark in any way you choose.
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All that truly matters is how we help those who come after us understand the world of which they are a part, just as those scientists, artists and philosophers before me have helped me understand the world of which I am a part. In this moment of truly understanding what it is to be human, I not only felt reborn, but felt truly alive for the first time. The meaning of life for me was to take this drug at this place at this time. I was about to say my first words, and I thought it beautiful that I could pause, think about everything I know, and consciously choose them. I looked at Ryan and said, “our stories are gonna be amazing.”<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 77994</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
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I would like to start this off by saying that I believe I am a very introspective individual. I obsess over self-improvement, and I have gone to therapy to deal with relationship issues in the past. I went into this trip with a positive mindset <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I went into this trip with a positive mindset</div></div> since I was surrounded with my brothers for life. We all met in college, and we have been very close for 6 years now. We had planned this trip 2 months in advance, and I could not wait to try acid for the first time.
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It was a blazing hot Joshua Tree morning. We dropped the 150 micrograms of acid at 9:30 A.M. It was a tiny square of paper that tasted like nothing; I kept it underneath my tongue as advised. I had never done acid before this, but I had a good general idea of what I was getting myself into; but of course you can never fully plan for a trip. You later realize that the trip will guide you along the way and if you just give in to it then you will likely have a much smoother experience. That much I knew, for I had tripped twice before; once on San Pedro cactus tea and once on a 1g dried up magic mushroom. I wish I knew the dosage for the cactus tea, but all I know is that we overdosed on it. The mushroom was strong too, and it was a nefarious trip.
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But this LSD induced the cleanest trip of them all.
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There was seven of us; three sober individuals along with four soon-to-be intoxicated souls. We climbed the steep, nearby mountain and discovered that the climb was much harder than we had previously anticipated. My heart was quickly tiring out. We had all stopped about 2 or 3 times before 2 sober brothers and I decided to chill out on a rock for a bit. The other 4 men continued their journey to the top. Us 3 were about 60% of the way up. This was also about 30 minutes after dropping the acid. I could begin to see the landscape swell about and breathe with life like a painting yearning to leap outside its canvas. My brothers B and J were bullshitting about the climb and how hot it was. I was starting to feel my anxiety climb up rapidly; my brother, B, let me know that this anxiety was normal and that I would approach the peak for a few more hours. He had previously tripped on acid, so I knew I could trust his advice. He let me know the anxiety would vanish as soon as the peak plateaued, and that made me feel better.
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The 3 of us decided to get back down and walk around on the flat ground. We began our descent into safety, and my descent into tripping balls. We took our time getting down. I soon found it more fun and less scary while jumping down and gliding across the rocks. I could feel our pre-programmed instincts for survival kick in. I knew I would be safe so long as I took the necessary time to analyze and then choose the best possible path whenever I descended an appropriate amount of distance. My sober brothers B and J followed behind me, but I was much quicker on the path down. Rocks were loosed and fell as B and J slipped and climbed down. Many, “Are you ok?”s were exchanged on the way and then confirmed with thumbs up.
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We touched ground and decided to drink lots of fluids. I had sugar-free Gatorade as well as cold water that was stowed in my retired college backpack. As we were re-hydrating, 1 of my brothers, B, started talking about a viral video of a woman, I believe a politician, saying something very dumb on live television. My thoughts were racing as I was anticipating the funny sentences this woman must have said. It felt like my brother B was taking his sweet time to get to the point, and this was driving me crazy with anticipation. I grabbed him by the shoulder and yelled, “Stop it! Ahhh!” and I laughed maniacally. My brothers also laughed but more so at my current condition. This also caused me to laugh even more but this time along with them. I decided to put my earbuds in and walk away from them a bit. I played Iman Omari’s “High-Loops &amp; Higher-Loops” which I *highly* recommend for any intoxicated situation you may find yourself in. The vibes were strong and I felt great. We 3 walked over to a concrete cylinder that I kept referring to as “the ring”, and my brothers found this reference comical. It was a source of shade and retreat from the scorching hot California sun. The air was dry as hell. We quickly got into comfortable positions. We chatted about the other 4 men on their ascent up the mountain. We could not see them anymore. I decided to call one of my brothers, E, to ensure they were still alive and that none had fallen down the mountain to their doom. My empathy was strong and climbing, for I wanted them to feel as great as I did and I would have been uncomfortably upset if any of them were hurt. They picked up and let us know they were at the top planning to come down soon. I asked them to do so ASAP and hung up. I giggled at our little interaction. Such a simple interaction like a phone call was very comical to me. I giggled with glee as my 2 sober brothers were enjoying the intoxicated company.
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Eventually, I could see my 4 additional brothers descend down the mountain from which we had climbed. They were taking their time, and I was both happy and irritated since I was anticipating their touchdown to the Earth again. The visuals were very strong by this point. I remember laying my head back and resting my neck so I could bask in the feeling that was growing on me. My anxiety was melting away as the enjoyment of living in the moment took over. I closed my eyes as I turned and faced the bright sky. Patterns of yellow and orange light-orbs collided into themselves over and over again. My visuals were split directly down the middle. What I noticed on the left half of my view was directly mapped in the opposite manor on the right side. The two visual halves collided in the middle, disappearing and reappearing again on the outskirts of my visual field. Waves of astonishment crashed over me.
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My brother, B, was offering J and me both jerky and granola. I took some and enjoyed the tastes and textures of both foods. The flavors weren’t enhanced, per se, but I enjoyed them nonetheless. I only needed a little bit of both, for I wasn’t hungry but merely curious about the tastes. I then turned to see my 4 brothers come back down the mountain; they responded to my far and silent waves with friendly waves of their own in return.
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We 7 had finally re-convened. It was a great feeling to have them around me again. My brother, A, was playing a guitar constructed of 4 strings and a cigar box. The reverb traveled from the top to bottom and back to the top of the cylinder that we were inside of. The notes rang clearly and laughter ensued amongst us all. We were all very sweaty, and my brother A wanted to head inside the Airbnb we had rented out. I followed his pursuit, put my earbuds back in, and listened to the instrumental beats of Iman Omari while wholeheartedly feeling the vibes that permeated my headspace.
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This part of the trip was great. This is a bit over an hour in. We went inside the house and began looking at objects. The analog clock on the wall warped in a cliche, psychedelic way that made me laugh. I kept pointing to it and letting A know how cliche it was. He agreed, and I went to the restroom. As I was urinating, I looked around and witnessed how every object breathed with life. As I washed my hands, I stared into the mirror and couldn’t believe how striking my features were. My dirty blond hair and eyebrows sizzled bright gold. I watched my entire jaw rapidly warp back and forth. I was also focussing on my facial hair and blemishes; I was honestly disgusted by how prominent the acid had made these things seem. I finished washing up and then decided to change from jeans and a long sleeve shirt into shorts and a blue tank top. The cloth of the tank was silky, and I can’t help but recall how difficult it was determining how to place it upon my torso.
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Once I was dressed I noticed my brother A was shirtless in the living room and setting up his speakers to produce some music. I decided to stay hydrated so that I could try and prevent a hangover the next day. The dry heat had taken a toll on my body, and this I knew but did not feel. My smart watch was telling me multiple times that my heart rate was over 120 beats per minute, but internally my heart felt calm. The veins in my forearms were growing and moving under my skin. My hands seemed especially prominent, and around this time the rest of my brothers from outside had decided to catch up with A and me.
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We were sitting on couches and traveling back and forth from inside the house to outside the house. I sat outside with my other brother Al, and we didn’t even exchange a single word. We didn’t need to. It felt as though language was not necessary, and body language was more than enough to send messages across. A hammock next to me kept flapping in the breeze and had slapped me a few times. I let it happen, and Al shared a smile. I stared out onto the mountain we had all climbed a little earlier that morning. My mind was at peace. I decided I wanted to be back inside with the rest of my brothers.
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I went inside and sat on a chair next to my brother J. J seemed to be in a dejected mood, and he was sober. I remembered how my old therapist used to act for me to open up, so I asked him, “How are things with you, J?” J responded, “You mean right now or in general?” I smiled. “Both.” He immediately started talking about how he went to the club the previous weekend and caught up with some other friends of his, and how he was feeling alright in the moment. His body language opened up and I noticed this. I felt successful in getting him to open up a bit and feel social. I moved on to each one of my brothers individually. I could sense closed off body language from cliques that had formed amongst some of them. I respected such boundaries and would move on to the next clique. Laughter was my response to most things. I was feeling very primal at this point while peaking.
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About 3 to 4 hours in, I noticed that I didn’t feel like talking anymore. I found that body language was more than enough for most social interactions. I could analyze and interpret every little detail of body language between everyone. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I found that body language was more than enough for most social interactions. I could analyze and interpret every little detail of body language between everyone.</div></div> I noticed how twisting my body just a little more towards someone made me feel closer to them. And how inching forward or backward just a touch more would make me feel more like I belonged in certain temporary cliques between my brothers. We exchanged glances with one another and used our hands to further express wants. I realized that our hands are what built society and how things such as cranes and vehicles are just extensions of our physical will to get things done. I felt powerful knowing I had two biologically working hands. I felt more than capable of accomplishing anything I set my mind to.
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I soon realized that when I was not actively doing anything I felt useless. I paced around the kitchen looking for activity. My brother Al had come back inside and asked me to get him a drink from the fridge. I realized how happy I was to be of use for another. There was a bond there that I could not ignore, and this bond was forged over a stretch of time that had already passed long before. I have known my brothers for over 6 years now; this is really a quarter of my life. Once again I felt useless after retrieving Al a drink. He was tripping as well, but he seemed confident and satisfied. I found myself sitting on a stair step thinking about how isolated I felt. Only then did I analyze my feelings and understand that it was really me who had isolated myself. The feelings I was having had flowed through me because I did this to myself. I decided that if I wanted to feel apart of the group then I had to physically place myself within the group. Being alone was a choice here, and they weren’t casting me aside simply because they didn’t have any tasks for me.
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I felt like an ape. I felt all the deep-seated, underlying programming within us that allowed us to survive the ages along our evolution. Vocal language and ego were useless. I felt as though if I was not contributing to the social scene that I was a useless monkey; fit to be sad and alone on my own accord. I decided to engage with my brothers as much as I could until I realized I wanted to be alone and listen to some music. I went into my room and laid on my big bed with my Bose headphones in. I listened to live music by Kings of Leon and realized that live music was way better than studio music. The intentions and imperfections came through the speakers clear as day. I felt my social battery “recharge” as I spent more time in solitude. After about 15 to 20 minutes I felt lonely and like joining my brothers again.
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By this time everyone was doing their own thing. Some were outside in the desert heat sitting and chatting. Two of my sober brothers were sleeping after having a couple Modelos. I felt lonely and returned to my room. I sulked as I listened to 21 Savage’s “A lot”. It made me think about my ex-girlfriend, N, who had chosen a different life path and had chosen to be with someone else. I felt sad realizing we do not talk anymore. I felt like it was such a shame how we, as social animals, sometimes choose to disconnect and destroy bridges that once carried so much mutual love. I still had her number and wanted to get in touch with her, but I decided to respect her life and let her be. I decided it was ok to feel these negative feelings. I used to bury my emotions in order to not have to deal with them and the resulting pain. Distracting myself and others from negative feelings used to be my MO, but after finishing five months of therapy I knew that if I chose to feel my feelings then they would eventually subside, and I would get over them. So I told myself it was ok to be sad; that sometimes it really is ok to not be ok.
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It took about 10 minutes of feeling these feelings for me to be over the temporary sadness. Letting go is a process. It is not a one-and-done situation. No matter how bad we want some things to be, sometimes they just won’t be, and learning to be ok with this is something I had struggled with before, but tripping while thinking about the truths I learned from therapy drove them deeper into my brain. They felt more true than ever. Around this time a few of my brothers decided to see what I was up to and crashed on my bed. It was great because this got me engaged socially again. It was like an immediate switch flipping in my brain that took me from introspection and analysis to outward presence and integration. We laughed and bullshitted some, and then I suggested we play the board game Resistance. It is a great game where we just accuse each other of being a spy trying to thwart the mission of the allies to win 3 out of 5 rounds of individuals voting for either the allies to win or the spies to win the current round.
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Heading out of my room I felt even freer from my past baggage than I ever had before. Feeling anew and realizing where I was, in both peaceful mental solitude and in a physical presence with my brothers inside an awesome Airbnb, I decided to be happy. I decided that I can do whatever I wanted. I can go down any path in life.
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We played for perhaps an hour or so. My head was clearer than it had ever been before. I was noticing the body language of the players and trying to determine for myself who was the spy and who was on my team. I realized how easy it is to actually influence another’s decision-making process. It seemed like the louder guys were able to sway the quieter guys into choosing certain people to vote in certain rounds of the game. I pointed this out and was obviously accused of being a spy. It was all great fun and I thoroughly enjoyed my brother, E, deciding to eat popcorn for the entire duration of the game. I pointed this out and asked him to “please stop fucking eating!” which got a lot of laughs from the group. It was funny realizing we really are all just social apes carrying out tasks and laughing at the truth of things along the way.
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Also while playing the game I started thinking about my sexuality. I am heterosexual, but as I was thinking about it I believe we really do fall on a spectrum. I do not believe heterosexual people can be 100% only attracted to the opposite sex, and I had my suspicions about this before taking acid, but the acid really made me think about this even more. Granted we may not go through with pursuing someone of the same sex, but I think we can all appreciate and hold a real interest in a handsome or gorgeous individual of the same sex. I was thinking about society and how sad it is that we cannot all just be absolutely free to admit such things without worrying about social societal repercussions.
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We all agreed to start a barbecue after the game. Two of my sober brothers, B and J, who I hung out with on the rock in the beginning, are very close. The rest of us could tell that B and J wanted to take over the setting and cooking. The rest of us happily obliged. By this time the acid peak was over and we 4 who took it were gradually coming down. My brothers A and E decided to go back out to the cylinder outside and climb on top of it. I later followed them after sitting with Al for a bit, and we 3 began to bullshit back and forth about the revelations and realizations the acid bestowed upon us. I told them about how the acid made me feel so primal and engaged via these low-level evolutionary circuits that make us act as the animals who survived until this current point in our evolution.
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My brother Al showed up about 10 to 15 minutes later with his DSLR camera, and he started taking pictures of us. We posed and laughed as he took candid shots. He offered us better pictures for our dating profiles which I really appreciated since his camera cost $3K and my camera is an iPhone X. We decided to head back as the sun set.
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Liquor was brought out and placed on the table in the back, and everyone reconvened to talk and share general life experiences. We tried to include M in our conversation more since he seemed a bit more detached from the rest of the group for the better part of the day. He quickly opened up as we laughed at A taking the longest piss of his life. “Your balls will shrivel into raisins!” M yelled at A, and that was how I knew he felt included and I could stop concerning myself with the status of how inclusive he felt.
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I lit a cigar and passed it around my boys. They appreciated the flavor and asked me questions about cigars, and I was happy to share my knowledge of the wacky-tobaccy with them. Around this time of night the barbecue was in full swing, and ribs and sausages were passed around the group. Everyone was socially lubricated and having a great time. I felt like getting a head high, so I lit a bowl with 50% CBD and 50% THC kief leftover from a previous smoke session the night before. As the weed and the acid mixed together along with the nicotine I felt my mind percolate with static <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">As the weed and the acid mixed together along with the nicotine I felt my mind percolate with static</div></div>, and the way I would describe the feeling is “frosty”. It was a perfect day and night considering all the events that had occurred. We ate and sat under the stars admiring the Big Dipper and the Milky Way galaxy. I recall seeing the stars glow and approach me. The feeling that blanketed over me was pure awe; I wish every living human being could witness what I had that late July night.
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The shower I took before bed was the best and most refreshing shower I had ever taken in my life. This was 15 hours after dropping the acid, and I still had visuals. I was happy in my bed listening to A Perfect Circle and reading about others’ LSD experiences on my phone. I fell asleep around 12:30 A.M. and woke up about 7:30 A.M. the next day, and I felt very refreshed. We cleaned up our Airbnb and then went back to our lives.
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I felt at peace in my mind that night, and I still do 2 days later as I finish writing about this amazing experience. I can see just how much ego plays in every day situations at work and home. I can choose to turn my ego down and honestly hear someone out. I can smile and be happy for others. I can do whatever I choose to do. I do not even think I will smoke weed or trip again. I feel as though I am at peace with my demons. Of course this feeling could be temporary, but I feel like I am good on ever being intoxicated again. I don’t even drink alcohol as it is. What I ultimately got out of this experience is that this life may be ridiculous and overwhelming at times, but the fact that we can postulate and derive our own meaning from what happens to us gives me a hope that it hard to explain, but a hope that is nonetheless very much real.
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We are not our thoughts or feelings; we are who we choose to become.
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Finally, below is a note I wrote while under the influence of LSD. This was about 4.5 hours into the experience:
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My heart feels as though it is beating extremely slowly. I had some realizations; some I already knew, but others of course… not lol. I can feel my shoulders burn from the rustling of being in nature. Climbing down rocks. It was easy; natural. Things are flowing right now in a synchronous way. Everything is a culmination of the energy we bring light to.
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The instrumental album by Iman Omari is permeating through the walls of our dormant, lethargic natural state. We climbed a lot. E__ has been in the sun the longest on his journey. Al__ is sitting out back just observing and generally being in a good mood.
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I had a couple of goofy moments along the way. Felt isolated but realized it was me who caused it in the first place. Others are willing to let you in if they know they can be brought into yours. At least that’s how it must be coming from me.
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I’m worried about my jaw. I may have absentmindedly clenched it one too many times. But it could just be from chewing the gum too. The picture of me in the group chat is hilarious. Eyes wide shut letting everything permeate beneath. Every time I reread a sentence the visuals come back into swing again. It somehow seems very ok even though it is so very alien. Being presented something in a way out of our control is really forbidding.
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Ate a banana. At about 5 hours into this experience. Visuals are wearing off gradually. Feeling more like I did before. Jamming out to “Just a girl” because I could use the feminine voice at the moment. Feeling good: 80/100 on the mood scale.
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This experience is making me think about all the ego involved in every little thing we do. It can be observed and seen how insecure we may be in approaching a situation. I feel as though it is all that takes place in my mind. Analyzing what’s going on socially. Seeing who likes talking to who. Seeing what gets someone to unfold their arms. Seeing what it takes to get someone to open up or offer a mini task.
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It feels better to sit up straight with a back arch. Realizing it’s easy to get our operating systems fucked up by preconceived notions and imposing thoughts and feelings onto others.<!-- End Body -->
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Background: Never tried acid before, and have not been smoking marijuana or drinking alcohol in the weeks preceding the event. The weekend before I took MDMA, 440 mg on Friday, and 220 mg on Saturday. (Poor choice, and not recommended, even at larger body weights)
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During the week I felt the depressant after effects of the drug due to the large dose, and it manifested itself in a way that I was doubting why I was pursuing the arts as I was and about what I want to do with my life. By Friday, I was feeling pretty close to normal, and since I had already had the LSD sitting in my fridge, I decided to go ahead and make it an event on Saturday.
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The trip:
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I thought the 125 ug dose would be too weak for someone of my size so I got the next one up. Little did I know…..
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T + 0:00 I dropped the blotter at about 12:30 by dissolving it under my tongue for about 15 minutes, and when it had disintegrated swallowed it.
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T + 0:30 About 30 minutes later I was starting to feel the come up, which was like a mild alcohol intoxication. I decided to buy a pack of cigarettes for the day, and I went through about half the pack in those 12 hours from not smoking for months (which I guess is not unexpected as I usually smoked a pack a day).
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T + 1:00 I messaged my friend X because I wanted to see him and give him a hug for a good trip while he was at the music festival near my home. I went outside and was not noticing anything visual yet, but I definitely felt the effects of the drug in a euphoric, goofy, smiley kind of way. I remember that the rain started to really upset me so I went back in to my apartment after running into X, as well as some other friends and acquaintances.
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T + 1:30ish My visuals are kicking in now. I am looking at my computer screen, browsing around YouTube, and the search results are the first thing I see that get a little strange. So, they are stationary, and there is no movement, My perception was that the preview images were moving really subtly and slowly. It seemed almost like the images were stuck in a slow motion loop, even though they were not really moving. The rest of the screen seemed normal.
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It is also around this time that I noticed the blinds “breathing”, or a visual effect that a portion of them are moving while the majority is standing still. This is the first “real life” hallucination I saw other than just a digital one from looking at the computer screen. As I continued, I noticed that my room would light up with yellows and oranges, and I often had to either open or close the window because my body temperature was changing and I was not feeling comfortable.
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Somewhere after this, I had to use the rest room – it was the weirdest sensation ever as I felt like the toilet was starting to morph away into nothingness, and I was just trying to do my business. That is the moment when things turned from just visual to physical and it was pretty weird. During this time, I was also seeing the carpet in front of me have some swirling effects, and there were dramatic shifts between light and dark and the colors they were bringing into the room.
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T + 1:45 – I think I was just laying around at this point enjoying things, while realizing how slowly time was moving. I sent a text to X and said “I really took this at 2 hours ago? This is terrifying and exhilarating.” In wanting to make sure I was safe while not making him feel like he had to keep track of me, I asked him to check in around 6, and he replied yes.
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In the next few hours is when things got uncomfortably weird. While enjoying the visuals, I realized that time was moving too slowly. I was sitting on my bed trying to stay engrossed in videos, and would get up to walk to the bathroom to get a drink of water, come back and repeat the process. The problem is I was looking at the time, and it was become 3:10. 3:12. 3:13. I can’t put words onto the visuals I was seeing, but the slowdown of time felt wrong. I remembered that I put an alarm on my iPod for 3:30 before I started, with a message that would come up to say “You’re OK”. I don’t know why I latched onto that time, but as soon as I did, things went even slower. I was not moving in slow motion, my brain was just moving super fast. I kept pressing the button to light up my iPod while all these thoughts were running through my head and I realized this thing would never be fucking finished.
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I took a video of myself during this time, and I was still pretty lucid. I watched through for a couple reasons – number one, I want to know what I was doing, and to try and get a deeper insight into my mind.
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As I recall, I was looking out my window at the rain falling, and saw the building across from me as some kind of barricade. And I felt like super strong and powerful, and kind of got lost in that idea, which led to me trying to write This is all I wrote, with the quoted text being me trying to clarify my thoughts at the time…
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A poetical attempt of capturing the fleeting moments of a thought
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A barricade. Strong and powerful.
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'I don’t wanna get too lost up in this experience of the memory that I remember that the memory isn’t a real memory---and not gonna try to explain this right now either'
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What if this poem is my ticket to fame!
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So, I knew what I was seeing wasn’t really a barricade, I was just getting lost in the thought of it. Then I went to video…I seemed pretty normal, like I was drunk or high, but speaking normally, and I remember that things were still general positive at this point.
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I did notice that I felt like I was playing a part like I do with friends - I am the goofy, funny guy who is always on, and I didn't want to lose control of that...Which is something I fought against for the entire trip. I was afraid that if I let go, then I couldn’t be in control, and bad shit would happen – and that one thought led to me catastrophizing and spinning me off into a bad trip that seemed to last forever.
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T-4:00 So, it is like 4:30, and things are getting old. I feel like I am in this time loop where I keep walking to the bathroom to get a drink, and come back out to the bed (I guess that was happening after the videos because I seemed to be OK during those for the most part – I just didn’t want to keep trying to think things through and have pressure on myself) and I kept looking at my clock in between and wishing that time would go faster. I felt some kind of fear as I looked out my window and things were getting busy. Like a car would come in, and it had its lights on for some reason. And I started to get paranoid that they were looking up here.
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I started seeing the delivery drivers walk out and to their cars, but it seemed like it was the same guy in a loop. And I kept looking down at my clock and not understanding why things were moving so slowly and that something was really wrong. I saw there were a couple guys by the elevator in the building next door, and I thought that I might need some real help, so I got dressed, and went downstairs for a cigarette to see how I was feeling. It was raining and there was no cover, so I just stood there in pants and a tshirt getting rained on while the 2 guys were smoking and talking. I have no idea what they were talking about, but I know that I felt like they were staring at me whenever I looked away from them.
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The cigarette itself took forever to finish, and when I went back up only a couple minutes had passed. I was so fucked up and not realizing it, and I was out in public, but no one asked if I needed help, or talked to me while I was wandering.
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Another car came by, and I had total déjà vu, which makes sense – I have read déjà vu is your mind having registered something already, but that it did not process it correctly, so you think you know what is going to happen.
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During this the loop became worse, I would look down and see these two guys walking by, thinking that they were looking up at my room, and saw them walk by a ton, and in the grand scheme of things, really fucking slowly. Like, they were walking normally, and I would look away for what felt like enough time for them to leave, and I would look back and they were maybe a foot further than they were before. And again, I had the feeling of someone looking up at my window.
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At one point the cleaning woman was out there, talking with someone in the truck that had lights on and engine running, I swear it felt like it was hours. At this point, my mind was really fucking up perception, and I had a hard time realizing what was real and what wasn’t. I kept having the time 6 PM etched in my head cause I knew that was when X was going to check in.
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At some point I wrote to him and said, “Am I OK”, in a panic, and trying to have call him, And then realizing that I was (I wasn’t!). I wrote, I am OK at 5:22. And I got to the point where I was panicking, and trying to read online sites about what to do if you are having a bad trip, but it wasn’t making sense, I was going through what felt like walls of text in seconds, but I was understanding (at the moment) what I was reading.
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Shit gets twisted here, and my mind was again going a thousand miles a minute. Eventually, things went quiet outside, The rain stopped, the fan from the building below me stopped and the rain stopped. Everything was calm and peaceful. It was during those 20 minutes that I struggled with, and eventually accepted, that I was somehow dead.
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I had this 6 PM time in my mind, and it kept inching closer, and I just felt like everything I was thinking now is just a replay (like in a movie) and that I was going through the motions until I got to a place where 6 PM came and it would all stop and I would get pulled back into reality. And I was fighting back and forth between these thoughts of “If I am here, in my room, tripping balls, then I am fine” and “I must be blacked out somewhere on a street, and 6 PM is gonna come and I am gonna realize that something bad happened and I am actually in an ER somewhere being treated for an OD.” This also put me into a real panic to the point where I almost walked up to someone to ask for help and to call me an ambulance, but I had this thought in my head that if I got caught with drugs in my system, then my life would be over and it continued the panic cycle. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had this thought in my head that if I got caught with drugs in my system, then my life would be over and it continued the panic cycle.</div></div>
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As I was sitting, It became 6, and everything was calming down. The trucks left, the rain was stopping. And I sat there, waiting for X, but I had catastrophized myself to this point so far, that I truly had thought “What if I am dead right now and this is just my soul. My soul is going to be here on this creation of earth and in order to move on I need to move up and better myself to get to the next place. What if I never existed, and all my experiences are just a part of this moment where I realize what life really is?” X messaged me a little later and said “You are fine”.
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And I wrote back to him – “yes, the trip is finally dying down” and he was super calm and comforting, to the point where I assigned him at that moment my “spirit guide” through this world.
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Words don’t really explain the experience – the bliss and happiness was amazing, the fears I had were paralyzing as I laid in bed trying to sort out these thoughts, and figure out how to move on with life now that I knew this, but I was still here on earth.
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So I went out and wanted to live life as best I could. I went out for a walk, and stopped by the coffee shop cause I thought I saw a man I knew working there. At this point my thoughts are still like, everything happening now is a sign, and all the people know what is happening with me right now, but to keep the standards of this world then I just keep things the same as they always were. So, like I cant talk about the trip to anyone, cause they won’t get it, and they will think I am nuts. But it wasn’t actually him, it was just someone who had a similar hair style and beard as him from a distance. He was a total old hippy, and I tried my best to have a conversation with him – because I never stop and talk to people. I just live my life, and let others live theirs, and I never actually stop to really look at myself or others. That night I did.
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That part is hard to explain – but I was truly believing that I had an experience that somehow opened me up to a fundamentally different world. At that point, I believed that the world, and everything in it, were created just for my soul as a way to move on to the next level of my soul's life. I still feared being ostracized from this world for doing something crazy, so I acted like things were normal, but I would still have thoughts that people were looking over at me and turning away as I looked up (which in reality they might have been since I obviously was still tripping).
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So, I just walked around and took in the downtown, and saw that all the construction that was completed was a sign of my own growth that I experienced today. That the homeless man walking down the street just had obstacles in his life and that he was doing what he could to get through them and better himself. I wasn’t seeing visuals anymore, it was like the trip just died down at 6 PM, and I was just on the come down so I was still feeling kinda weird and panicked while going through what I thought was my “new world”. I will say, that I walked around proud that night, and although I am lucky I didn’t get stopped by the police women I walked by, or get hit by a car at the intersections around me, and proud that I realized that the meaning of my life is to improve myself each day, even if it is in baby steps.
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T – 09:00 I am just trying to chill in my new reality, and I want to know if other people have experienced this stuff too so I was just popping around the internet watching some videos and reading about experiences. It is around this point that I really come down and the mental effects wear off, and I just start freaking out in bed about how loud I might have been earlier, who saw me fucked up, am I gonna get in trouble somehow, but none of that happened. I eventually was able to sleep at midnight for about 2 hours, then went back to bed at 2:30 till about 9 this morning.
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So my trip turned bad, and I don’t know exactly how or why. Obviously, I used too much for a first dose, and not having a sitter who I trusted with me, I freaked the fuck out. There were some good ideas I got from it which I need to try and bring into my life, but some that are horrible that I don't want to feel again.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr>
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It was a Sunday, winter morning on the driest inhabited continent. I was sleep deprived...as usual.
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It was barely 7°C/44.6°F.
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I was wearing a black baseball hat, a large black overcoat, a black long-sleeved shirt, black jeans and carrying a black sports bag. I was waiting outside a busy railway station. I downed my energy drink and chain-smoked cigarettes in the cold. It was roughly 10am. I clutched my sports bag and hugged my coat as I was being punished by the wind.
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I had made contact with someone over social media a week ago. We had 1 mutual friend. We both shared a fascination with a man named Dimitri- who supposedly owned a pet toad. This internet friend knew a pal of mine (whom I had last spoken to 8 years ago). These 2 were acquainted through working together at a tech start-up recently. We exchanged details and one thing led to another, I am now waiting for him to arrive at this very railway station as I anxiously lit up another cigarette. He arrived.
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I asked him sheepishly, "Well, if you're law enforcement you should let me know, now." We snickered.
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The plan today, was to attend an event made by and for some like-minded individuals who may or may not provide us assistance in our search for Dimitri. Then I'd stick around my new acquaintance's house. The meeting was situated at a public park near the Central Business District. We took a bus and conversed. We shall call this new friend A. A. and I had some common interests. We both liked our video games, we were studying something in STEM, we were both university students, not too religious and into experimenting and experiencing the night life. The meet and greet at the park panned out a little differently. I did not know what I was expecting. People with dyed hair? People wearing trenchcoats? People plastered with facial piercings? Wearing provocative makeup? I wrongfully assumed people who delved into this realm would look quite alternative. We were greeted by a gentleman wearing smart casual attire with glasses and a neat haircut. We sat down and discussed briefly where the other members of this meet up would be.
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To my surprise, the attendees were a little older than expected but appeared identical to your everyday person walking down the street. We sat down in nature on a picnic rug and tuned in on a podcast. A. and I decided to cut the meeting short. We exchanged goodbyes with the group and swapped details with our friend who donned glasses. We trekked for some lunch. My appetite was almost non-existent. A. feasted on a lunch jampacked with protein and carbohydrates. We took the bus back to his end of town.
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I dumped my black coloured sports bag onto his white bed sheets and pulled out a zipped, transparent ziploc bag no larger than the size of a baby's palm.
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"Well, A.,"
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"This is it. Meet Lucy..."
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I took out 2 paper blotter tabs, each containing 330μg of Lysergic acid diethylamide. They were miniscule in size, appearing only a fraction larger than a fingernail.
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It was A's first time seeing Lucy. He has consumed a decent serving of mushroom pizza a few times in his life and has been an exchange student in California. He had been acquainted with Buddy who now legally lives in California- who goes by the nickname “Bud".
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It was 2pm on a Sunday Afternoon. I was coughing a lot. I had just cut up a single square tab into 2 with a pair of green scissors. A. and I decided to go halves on a 330ug tab. I do not recall anything too specific with A. such as instructing him to have it under his tongue or swallowing instantly.
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3pm. For whatever strange reason, as of late... Whenever I consumed illicit substances, I always felt very nauseous, restless, have coughing fits and will always glue my body to the couch or bed. That day was no different. I laid in A's bed, tucked myself under the sheets. My respiratory rate was in shambles, and I was shivering a lot. I am unsure if this was my anxiety coming out, leaving or me being physically cold. There was a drop in mental clarity at this point. The come up was a little intense for me. I began to see the introductory visuals, in his white ceiling. The walls began to breathe gently. I asked A. how he was doing. A. faced the television and played some Red Dead Redemption peacefully, whilst laying on a beanbag chair on the floor. He mumbled. "It'll happen soon."
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I told A. I might go for a nap, A. stated he does not think that is a good idea. I agreed, I remembered a trip where I fell asleep a year or 2 ago with my friend Lucy, only to find myself terrified and trapped as a particle, all in the whilst experiencing deja vu every 30 seconds. Some of us have this voice In our heads that reads for us, that voice was more intrusive for the entirety of the night.
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4:30pm. I recounted on my trip of 3 weeks ago under a similar dose which was a little more intense. I tried to rationalise what was happening. I told myself it is because that day I was sleep deprived, not in the right mindset, stressed about class and had not tripped in months. The current closed eyed visuals weren't as apparent, but they were significant. It felt like tiny hands of light waving at me. A. was now seated near me at the bed, next to my feet. He nodded his head up and down as he put his phone on airplane mode. I do not recall him moving from the beanbag chair on the floor to this bed, I gazed at the strobe lights which appeared as my eyes closed as A. decided to go on a rampage in his video game. It was different to my usual trips. I absorbed the gunfire, horses and people dying in battle as I closed my eyes again, I immersed myself into the boots of a cowboy in my head. A. continued to mash buttons on his Playstation 4 controller violently, as I momentarily lived out my life as an outlaw in the 1800s with my eyes closed and mind wide open.
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In my mind I had ridden the fastest horse in the United States. It was a Mustang breed, A. informed me. Clever. I thought in my head. I tried to draw the connection with horses breeds, horsepower, cars and car manufacturing brands as well as the video game’s plot and setting.
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6pm. Winter here, dictates that the sun be absent by this hour. The room was painted a greyish blue tint. We did not have the lights on. The colours from his gaming console and TV shunned a little brighter and were slightly more alluring. Typing with his video game controller and replying to messages on my phone became a lot more tedious. The digits on our mobile phones which told us the time really liked to dance. I blinked a few times and surely the hands on my clock app waved to me a little. A magnitude of brainpower was required to complete an action as simple as microwaving a cup of tea.
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6:30pm. I went to urinate into the toilet. Again. My urine was brownish-green. That can't be right...I blinked a lot, and thought how irritating it was to go to the toilet so frequently. It must be all that black tea and caffeine I consume. I tried explaining that to whoever was listening. I grimaced as my feet touched the cold bathroom tiles. The bathroom lights felt more active in comparison to when I first arrived. They seemed a little more energetic and liked to tweak themselves providing me with an occasional wink.
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7pm. A's bed was hot, his electric blanket provided me with a great deal of warmth and comfort. We decided it's time to go for a walk. As he locked the front door, I thought to myself: It was A's first time with Lucy but I felt an element of role reversal was in play as it was as if he was looking after me. In my mind I questioned if A. eating a heavy meal, his weight, metabolism and it being his first time affected the pharmacokinetics and pharmacodynamics because we seemed to be on a different wavelength. I dropped that thought, we decided to go venture for food. Strange. I am often left physically disgusted at the idea of eating or drinking during times like these. I have nil desire for food when Lucy was around, but nonetheless I obliged.
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9pm. A. mentioned he wanted to do a marathon and had been practising on this very park. My body's poor circulation meant that the cold was not for me. But the streetlights, the breeze, the ambience and the architecture of this city made it all worth it. This view was second to none. I had forgotten how gorgeous and bewitching this city was in the evening. We were bothered only by the presence of the occasional person jogging or a local resident going home after a long days’ worth of work. We walked and marvelled at the luminescent light that lived in the water. The water was dyed jet black and it sighed deeply. This body of water could easily have been consumed by “***” or whoever/whatever as a cup of black tea. Something as simplistic as the refraction on the water would capture my attention for minutes at a time and send me to another dimension of thoughts. The water would radiate, and the reflective streetlights would warp itself into that water with every involuntary or voluntary movement the liquid made. I complimented on A's neighbourhood. We sat down on a wooden park bench and stared into the winter night. I lit up a cigarette. The moment felt sublime, staring at this harbour was one of most soothing and tranquil moments I have experienced in a while. I almost did not understand the blessings, conditions, chain of events and fate combined with the aesthetic value presented to me at this very moment. We spoke about ignorance, our upbringings, partners, attending music festivals, clubbing, our preferences when looking for a significant other and what we pictured in our future. A. was very composed, articulate and oddly insightful the whole time. We navigated our way back to A’s. I’m sure I asked him how he knew the way back without using his phone. I do not recollect his response.
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"We're having pizza for dinner," A. tells me. A. ordered pizza for delivery on his phone. There were moments of pauses as he struggled to figure out how to process this order to the right address, at the right time with the right amount of food.
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"I've never ordered pizza like this." A. whispered. He then stared at his phone with full focus.
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***We end up being interrupted by A's roommate who we shall call B****
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B comes out the front door flicking his lighter aggressively at a pipe.
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I smiled, "Hey, Buddy."
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I smirked. "Rare to see another pipe smoker." I exclaimed.
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B. says, "No kidding, but it's just easier, more portable and convenient."
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B and I speak briefly; the usual smokers' spill regarding prices, our history with smoking, rolling paper and my inability to roll cigarettes. I ended up bartering with him. I offered a my favourite tailor made cigarettes. I pulled out my own blue metallic pipe as he generously filled my piece all the way to the top with his favourite herb.
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I thanked him.
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The night was still young. I sparked up. It was now B., A., Lucy and I. When suddenly, Miss. Jane, who goes by Mary, had now graced us with her presence. The coldness of the night was very contrasting with the environment I was in. It felt very warm to speak to such hospitable and open individuals. B spoke to me about his experiences with feeling alive and euphoric on narcotics whilst he was working as a DJ. He had not been on a trip in almost 10 years. I suggested to him that, Lucy was still available to see him as she will not leave unless she decides to see A. and I again tonight.
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B. was apprehensive.
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The food delivery person came, Mary was a very calming figure to be around. Usually when I was with Lucy I struggled with social interactions and would be on the edge of the seat. Tonight, I wasn't. I lit up another cigarette, as A. grabbed his food. Mary whispered. My appetite greeted me. I never felt hungry around Lucy, but tonight was unique. I ate. A. devoured this meal whilst I ate slowly. We watched a video of the most rarest slices of beef in this world being consumed by person in Japan in 1st person POV.
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There was still a tab of 330ug of acid left on the bedside table. I somehow convinced A. to finish what we started. He was hesitant, but I somehow persuaded him using some pseudo math I conjured up. I am unashamed to say, that I'm not above lying to get what I want.
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10pm. Lucy came over again. I advised A, that Lucy would not be as active and present in our conversations this time around, as tolerance is a word in the dictionary.
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10:30 pm I fiddled with a Rubik's cube before playing some acoustic guitar. We listened to some Nirvana and enjoyed some guilty pleasures in the music world. A and I watched some anime. This second hit felt lighter and I did not feel so nauseous. I drank lots of black tea throughout the night. We watched some of A's favourite animes and we spoke about how he viewed anime as something of value to him, as he tried to apply certain principles in them into his life. I liked the idea. A certain video regarding human consciousness, healing, kindness and gratitude brought me to the verge of tears.
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11:30pm the room was suddenly filled with an air of openness, we spoke on different matters regarding religion, work, society, what we desired in life and the drugs habits of individuals we knew. I felt even more extroverted and welcoming now. I invited A. to my place whenever he pleased as I was on a small break from work and study.
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12am Midnight. Someone knocked. We looked at each other with eyes wide open.
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"Is someone there?" I asked A.
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"Come in?" said A.
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The door creaked open, it was B. B invited me to the front porch to see Mary one last time. I sipped on another cup of black tea and spoke to Mary and B.
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"Quite some night, aye?" Asked B.
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"Sure is, let me get your details, you like Asian food, video games, cigarettes and dessert?"
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B smiles.
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"Sounds like fun."
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2am. A. and I were open to the possibility of ordering more food. Nothing gourmet or wholesome would really be open during these hours. Lucy was still here. We ended up walking to a 7-11 to feed my nicotine addiction.The automatic door was locked. The clerk opened it.
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"Hey, how can I help?"
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"Just after some cigarettes." I said. With Lucy by my side the next 3 minutes felt like an hour. It was a struggle with me, asking for different cigarettes each time and coming up short on cash 4 times. I am short-sighted and unable to read the prices of cigarettes mounted onto the wall which lead me to estimating how much cash to provide, failing to pay sufficiently each time; the clerk became agitated at this and thoughts began to unravel.
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"Wait... does he know?"
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"He knows, he's onto us."
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"Oh no, he's going to call the police on us."
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In my mind I was so fixated with the notion that this was a drug deal or mugging under the influence gone wrong.
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The clerk coughed. I snapped back into reality.
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"You sure, you don't need some sleep?" - The clerk politely asks.
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I could picture the look on my face. A 22-year-old with pizza stains all over his face, with pupils the size of dinner plates, reeking of cigarettes and poor life decisions. I reassured him and said, "Yup, just getting my smokes, so I could have one then off to bed." I offered him a fake smile as a ticket of proof from someone sane and sober. A. paid for the cigarettes, A. apologised to the clerk and we walked off hurriedly. Lucy and I told A that this little incident did set off a small bout of negative thoughts in my head.
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"A, I swear that looked like we were trying to rob the place, does it look like we're on meth or something?"
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"it's fine."
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"I almost felt like stealing those cigarettes and running..."
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I reflected and opened to A. about my inclination to steal things in the past and also when I’m under the influence.
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“I almost stole a bicycle a few days ago, because it was left in the open…”
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"have your cigarette, relax and let’s get you another cup of tea." A. replied.
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2:30 am. It was now pitch black in A's room. I enjoyed a mini firework display within as my eyes closed. A was getting ready for bed. Strange I thought, I always struggled to get some shut eye, after spending a night with Lucy.
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3am. For some reason, I began fiending for some cold pizza. I dug through the crumbled brown paper bag and surely inside the cardboard box was a half-eaten slice. I ate it and smiled from ear to ear. In my mind I slowly envisioned myself as a homeless person, who was going through some black rubbish bags looking for some food, maybe some water, or just anything. That homeless person is just seeking a crumb of sustenance or a drop of hope. I ate a few bits of bacon, beef, and a pathetic looking crust before gently placing the empty box down. We just had a meatlovers pizza, I could have sworn, those brown bits were beef. Isn’t A. Hindu???
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4am. A. snored loudly, Lucy was still here with me. I started reflecting on my day. I constantly found myself leaving A's room to the frontyard to speak to a cigarette in the cold.
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5:30am. Our conversations earlier that evening manifested into my mind. All I could think of in my mind was about being thankful, grateful and thinking positive. I blinked and the words positive thinking arrived visually in pink bold letters and echoed inside my head as if I yelled into a hollow cavern of sorts.
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6:00 am. I showered. For some odd reason, the only thoughts in my head were about the amount of privilege I have, to be able to have hot running water at the touch of my fingertips. It was beyond me, the progression of engineering and science which allowed me to be able to literally turn on a tap to access clean running water. I felt almost unworthy to experience this luxury. I stared into my reflection on the cracked and stained bathroom mirror. A hot water shower is someone else's alone time and morning ritual, and possibly what motivates them to go to work each morning... to live within society and reap its innovations and rewards. I blinked and washed my hands in lukewarm water for the 10th time this evening.
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I cleansed my hair, face and entire body with steaming hot water. The water had a greenish tint to it. As I closed my eyes, I existed in this moment, I was present in this reality. The screeching of the taps, the churning of the water system, and this clear flowing liquid running past my body and ravaging itself into the bathtub sink. Clear steam left my exposed body. I washed off sweat, dirt, grime and most importantly Mary's perfume. It was calming and therapeutic to say the least. I feel as if I have cleansed sin from my body and I had been absolved. To be pragmatic I may have just washed away some evidence. There was a knock on the door. A's roommate needed to use the bathroom. I felt as if I had overstayed my welcome. I sent A my regards, thanked him for the night and left for home.
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I called a friend at 6:30am. I asked her how her night was. She was unable to join us tonight as she had to tend to her father in hospital. We spoke as she was taking a taxi to work. I spoke to her about my night with B., A., Lucy and Mary. We were both surprised at how A. carried himself throughout the night.
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She asked me a question that I've been thinking about a lot these past 24 hours
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Do you think A. really saw Lucy?
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This is the story of the trip that made me fall in love with LSD. I would say it was my most eye opening and beautiful experience while on a psychedelic. This report was part written the day after the trip, some notes from during the trip that I attempted to record and some commentary a few years after with more fresh and mature eyes.
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Looking back it feels like a sweet dream that I remember fondly. It was when life was good and peaceful. I was still in university with a safety net to land on and a world of possibilities in front of me. I did not yet have to work a job and school had been going well so far. My mental health was positive, my environment was beautiful and I had no ongoing troubles to worry about. The school quarter had just finished and it was time for an enjoyable summer break free from studies. The perfect time to experiment with lovely Lucy.
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~ Intro ~
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It was the second week of summer break and I was living with my girlfriend A and two of her friends M &amp; L were staying with us. The plan was for me, A, and L to all take some tabs in the morning and trip throughout the day while M would be the sitter. I had only tripped two times before. The first time on one 100 ug tab and the second on 2 100 ug tabs. So I thought the time was right to try three tabs. It would be A's second time tripping and she was going to take just a single tab. L was the most experienced in the group and was also going to take three tabs like myself. So we picked the day that worked best for all of us and started to prepare mentally for the fun ahead.
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I woke up excited at around 8:00 AM that morning and kissed A on the forehead telling her today was going to be a beautiful day. I had all these thoughts twirling in my head from eagerness. Hoping it would bond us together I wrote in my journal : "Going to take a journey today, I look forward to what new sensations will be felt, what new experiences will be had. I feel fresh and excited! Enthused to see more beauty than I've ever grasped before".
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Looking back I think my wildly optimistic attitude at the time led the path of my trip in a positive direction. I was in such a happy place at that moment, being in a relationship for the first time, living on our own, feeling freer than ever before. It was a time of discovery and exploration. My idealistic mind had not one negative thought.
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~Beginning~
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As we woke up one by one and slowly got out of bed, we all gathered in the kitchen. Everyone was buzzing from excitement knowing the today would be special. We made scrambled eggs and hashbrowns for a light breakfast. A and L had a banana while I had some blueberries. I passed on coffee not wanting a stimulant to interfere with my trip. We sat around our small dingy kitchen table as the morning sunlight crept in encompassing our smiles and small talk. L said she was excited to swim and M joked to keep her clothes on. It was decided at 9:35 AM we would drop.
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T-9:35 AM Just took my three tabs, putting on episode 12 of Samurai Champloo while we wait for the come up
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I sat cuddled on the couch with my arms around A while we watched the anime. After a few episodes I noticed my body beginning to vibrate and feel heavy. I wouldn't describe it as uncomfortable, but rather as something was happening, stirring up the energy within me. I looked at the clock and wrote in my journal-
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T-10:13 AM Starting to feel weird, like there is electricity in my stomach and sides. Rubbing the skin of my arm along A's arm feels more tingly than normal. No visual additions so far, but I think I'm coming up.
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I knew it wouldn't be long now. I was becoming more absorbed in small details in the show. Noticing the soundtrack and animation and felt like I understood the characters better than ever. I felt so grateful to be there with A, noticing how she was gently entwining her arms with mine probably provided comfort for the both of us.
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The energy within me was building. I began to notice rays of sunshine coming in and became more focused with the light and shadows than the show itself. I got up and looked outside the blinds and the tree scape scenery looked stunningly sharp. It felt like a high definition picture. The trees moved gently in the breeze and the morning light seemed to dance around sparkling everything it touched.
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Everything felt good. I quickly scribbled the time and a note in my journey.
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T-11:04 AM I feel alive. I feel high. I want to be a cloud floating in the sky.
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My body was tingling and my vision was sharp. Sounds began to sound exaggerated and when I would like at the screen it would appear to be glitching with discoloured and inverted pixelations on the characters. A and L decided to put on planet earth and M was sitting with them on her laptop. I said I was going to go lay on the grass outside and look at the sky.
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I remember laying there lost in thought. Feeling heavy yet light. Energetic and restless. It was coming on stronger now. I recall thinking about what was happening in that exact spot 2000 years ago. What animals or people or plants had lived on this piece of earth I was laying on right now. I thought about all the history that we would never really know. All the small details and events that happened on every space on earth. Then my mind was blown when I thought about all the things happening in the universe that we have no clue about. At the moment history seemed too large for me to comprehend. It seemed like there was too much data for such a small creature as myself.
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I thought about my human ancestors. What great stories their lives had been. All lost to time and history. I vividly imagined what life was like one hundred thousand years ago. There were no cities full of buidlings like today. There was no electrical technologies and cars and infrastructure like there was today. They were still in the wild, I thought. They had to find their own foods and the land was not yet owned. They would have to fight for territories and fight for survival. I was fascinated as I watched my own imaginings of human life back then.
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I noticed that I am still genetically similar to those humans that lived in the past. I began to look at my body and then the earth and the sky, wondering if they saw it the same way. Was me looking at the blue sky the same as them? I took off my shirt and looked at my skin and chest and abs and admiring that I was human. I looked at the hair pattern on my arms and was in awe of my animal form. I could see the resemblance to our ape ancestors. I knew without a doubt I was what we called animals and that they were no different a being than me.
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I picked up a rock and pondered about its history. Where had it come from and how did it form? My ancestors too must have used rocks for many things. I felt a strange connection to the rock knowing that we both are made up from the universe. We both have existences unknown to many. The rocks life for the most part was unexamined. How many more existences have been unexamined throughout geologic history?
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I looked at a tree, it seemed alive. It seemed grand and wise. It too was living. It had its own path through history to get right here to this moment. Me and the tree both traversed time and incredible odd to get right here to be with each other at the same time. I felt an immense connection to all living things in the same time as me, knowing what long crazy path they took to be here now existing. A huge swell of gratitude washed upon me and I was so happy to exist in this time and space. It felt like the pinnacle of the universe had brought all these branches of events together to form this exact space and time. I felt home. I felt like this was my proper place and realized that everything was always in its rightful place.
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At this point I took off the rest of my clothes and began walking around like I imagined an ancient hunter gatherer would have. I examined the grass and the tree and watched the birds. I completely forgot about current society and felt like I was living in a natural wild world. It felt like my life was to peacefully walk around in nature observing all the creatures and happening. I knew that every single thing had come to be from the long paths their ancestors traveled. I knew the trees were connected by a long history of other trees, that rocks came to be here by breaking off larger rocks and ultimately that we were all tied to the formation of earth and the universe.
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I was vibing to this idea of everything being connected by long paths of history when M came out to check on me. She must have noticed I was walking around naked and asked me if I was ok. A came out behind her and came up to me wrapping her arms around me in a hug covering my exposed body. I think her presence slapped me back to reality and I'm lucky I didn't further embarrass myself in that situation.
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I put my shorts back on and we went back inside. L was playing some trippy music and it felt like I was entering some type of limbo party lounge. I felt like I was an ancient hunter gatherer that must have died in some tribal dispute and was being shown to a different dimension that we lead me to a different life. This was the waiting room before you are reborn as someone else I thought. L was dancing with her eyes closed moving her hands over one another in waves. I felt like A was the angel in charge of my life case as she was leading me holding my hand.
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I sat on the couch thinking that this was the waiting room and something was about to happen. I was going to be assigned a new existence or start a new life somewhere. I wasn't afraid but began asking A if I would lose my memories when it happened. I said it would be cool if we got to keep our memories after death and continue to learn life after life, but if memory loss was part of the natural process then I would have to accept it.
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A ran with what I was saying and said that she doesn't know what happens after death and that we should enjoy right now. Agreeing with her she convinced me to dance and I decided I wasn't going to worry about me being dead and just enjoy whatever moments I have left. I realized that all I really was, was experience itself. I was having the experience of being human. Everything was just experience. Sensation and experience. We could know nothing outside of experience.
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After a while of zoning in to the music and moving in a trance I began feeling ecstatic bliss. I remember seeing everyone brightly smiling laughing and sweating and a huge wave of euphoria seemed to carry us all. We were all holding hands making a four person circle moving around and around throwing out a kick here and there. At times if felt like some ritual was taking place made for transcendence. It was as if doing this dance was the key to bliss and I never wanted to stop.
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But the ritual ended and A pulled me onto the couch to lay down. By this time it was probably almost 1 PM and we were full on tripping. I had comeback to my senses for the time being remembering who I was and that I was on a drug.
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We laid on the couch for a little until L and M asked us if we wanted to go hike to the waterfall/swimming spot down the street. We decided it would be fun to walk around and be outside in the sun so we began to get ready. M and L went to change into a bathing suit while A and I did the same. I remember taking off my clothes again and jumping face down onto bed naked. A gave me a back massage and I now recommend massages to any couples on acid. It was heavenly. After the massage I didn't want to move, so she put sunscreen all over me as I laid there, turning over as she told me to. Eventually I had to put on my swimming shorts and get up to go. Before I left I jotted down a note.
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T-1:27 PM Having a girlfriend is awesome while on acid. I love Axxxx! Time to go on an adventure. How lovely it is to be a human and able to feel.
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As we began to walk I notice how hot the sun feels. The dusty trail ground looks like purple waves and the wooden fence posts are swirling designs. The sky in the distance is razor sharp. I feel like I'm in a movie or music video. We walk and talk about how beautiful a day it is. The trail is not a long one and after ten minutes of walking we get to this really cool part where it's fully of greenery and the plants looked giant. We descend this hill made up of small wooden stairs in the middle of this green veggy forest and reach our destination. At side of the swimming hole I take off running ahead of the group and jump in the water. It feels amazing and refreshing. I don't know how to describe how it looked, but it was magical. The light on the water danced in patterns and I felt like I was flying. The girls follow me and one by one get in the water. We swim in circles around each other and splash about.At one point I thought it was a good idea to get naked again and climbed the side of the hill to jump in. I don't know why LSD makes me want to take my clothes off. It felt freeing to be atop a hillside free falling in watery bliss. A convinced me to put my shorts back on and we all dried off sunbathing in its bright wavy beams. After a while of laying there meditating in the sun M decides it's a good time to head back.
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We get back to our place and L takes a shower, while me, A and M play a card game. After a few games M makes us a healthy smoothie and I go on my laptop listening to music and watching youtube videos. I remember reflecting upon one of the videos and thinking all types of interesting thoughts, not lost to history. Influenced by whatever video I watched, I did write one thing on my laptop which I'm glad I saved.
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The world may never know.
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What was in my head will not be known by the people that know me. They will not have the chance to see what I have done and make an opinion about it. It saddens me that the majority of myself will go unseen.
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"Even I will forget myself. All of these thoughts will fall forgotten as I move through time. Fall away like leaves of my mind’s past. Decay into something I no longer know- something no longer held in the records of my memory. There is so much we don’t see. That we can’t see. That we can’t know.
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And so much that we forget. Blinded by a weak fragile wetware hard drive."
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After a while I had come down, but felt a tremendous peace. We chilled around the house for the rest of the day, ate a nice dinner, took a shower. At night I laid in bed for a while until I managed to fall asleep easily. The afterglow the next day was vibrant. I felt happy to exist.
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Looking back this was one of the happiest times of my life. I feel so grateful to LSD for allowing me to experience peak happiness at least once. I felt like it amplified a perfect day to new heights. After I had a few more challenging trips where I learned more, but this one showed me how nice the human experience can be. I'm happy LSD exists and happy to exist as a human, no matter how bad things seem.<!-- End Body -->
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Going back to about 5 months ago I had just finished my A level exams. They had caused me allot of stress, and I really wanted to take some thing that would 'get me out of this world' for a night. I went down to the local spot where I can usually buy drugs. The only thing I could get hold of was liquid acid (£2.50 for a drop). I wasn't too sure about doing this, because the only other big drug I had done was ecstasy- which I'd given up about 6 months before. I asked the guy selling it how it would affect me, he told me that it was similar to pill, I'd feel high and get slightly trippy effects.
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We were supposed to be going to an 'illegal rave' type thing that night, but it was cancelled. Instead we agreed to go back to a mates house to get stoned. I thought this would be the ideal setting for taking something like Acid, so me and my friend had about a drop each. After taking it the group of people we were with decided to go to a party instead. Neither me or my friend knew the person having the party, but we were told it was cool for us to come along. A little bit apprehensively we started to walk up to the party. It took us about twenty minutes to get there, during this time I felt a slight high and buzz-the type of feelings I'd experienced during a pill. I felt ok, and was enjoying myself.
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We got there and sat around with some people we didn't know skinning up and listening to music. After about an hour into taking the acid I was beginning to feel really paranoid. We were the only people at the party on Acid- everyone else was doing pills and smoking. I started to get really paranoid and was convinced everyone was talking about us. I sat there for ages watching them, feeling worse and worse. I turned to the guy next to me and told him what I was on- he reassured me that no one was talking about me, and told me I was crazy for doing liquid on my first time. The paranoia got a little too much, so I went outside to find someone we knew. About 2 hours had probably passed and I was experiencing slight loss of coordination, and general blurriness.
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I found my mate and he gave me a spliff. I held it for so long that it went out and fell to the table. I could have sworn that I had been toking it and there was a hot cherry on the end, but I was apparently wrong. I then moved to a wall, it felt like I was melting into it and my body was just kinda flowing. After about two and a half hours into the trip everything just went insane, all my senses got confused, it felt like I was going mad. I could hear people talking around me, but couldn't understand/ comprehend what they were saying. It was like being a baby again. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I could hear people talking around me, but couldn't understand/ comprehend what they were saying. It was like being a baby again.</div></div>
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A friend of mine arrived at the party and I got really upset because I couldn't understand what the hell was going on, he stayed and hugged me for god knows how long. He then went away somewhere, and I felt like I'd lost someone, as if someone had died. I then sat there completely self absorbed staring at a plant for about 2 hours.
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It was about 2 ish when my friend decided it was time for us to go. We got a lift to the centre of town, then had to wait for a taxi. It felt as if I was watching one of the movies where everything's speeding really fast leaving trails. It was about the time clubs were closing, so there hundreds of people, I have never been so scared in my life. They all seemed to have blurred out faces, and were walking around like robots.
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We eventually got to my friend’s house. Even though it was freezing cold we sat outside for hours on end. My friend who’d also taken it was half in tears saying she just wanted someone to call an ambulance. We persuaded her that there were be no point, because everything she was experiencing was in her head/ system so there was nothing a doctor could do about it.
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Everything was feeling really bleak and weird, the statue in the garden looked really creepy, and I could still see patterns and things going on in the sky. I asked my friend for a pencil and paper and drew weird patterns on the paper, I could see reflections and patterns which I was copying-looking at the paper now it just looks like a mess of monster pictures and scribble.
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At about 6am we went to bed, we slept in the same room because we were both still pretty freaked out. I eventually fell asleep and slept a solid dreamless sleep for 6 hours then went back to my friend’s house. I barely said a word when I got to his, apparently I was dazed and out of it all day, and was running a big temperature. After I’d recovered I appreciated things allot more and became less lazy, I also was unable to smoke weed for about a week due to the fear of flashbacks. I’ve suffered slight depression and general unease recently, but I am not sure whether this is down to the acid, or my history of pills.
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In conclusion I’d say Acid is one of the most intense drugs I have ever come across, especially in liquid form. I wouldn’t recommend doing it if you are an inexperienced drugs user, or someone with a weak disposition. I’d also recommend that you think carefully about the situation you do it in, make sure its around people you know and a place that you feel comfortable.
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I haven't been doing ANY kind of drug for very long, maybe a year or so and even then only very rarely. Had been proud to stay away from all of them including cannabis. Alcohol was my choice of drug and really it was mainly beer.
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So I moved to a new city/country/continent and decided that I was going experiment a little and so I did. In a year I have only had about 10 E's , smoked a bit of pot, a bit of Coke and had 1 line of speed - I barely make the category of a light drug user! I met a wonderful girl - lets call her 'M'. She was into drugs a fair bit and had done pretty much everything. I was with her when I tried Coke for the first time. That covers my drug 'history' now forward to New Years Eve 2001/2002.
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We went to one of m's friends houses for a bit of a C and C party. I was looking forward to it because I had never done this before - typically my New Years are spend with hundreds of people on some beach somewhere. So we were only going to go to this house for a couple of hours and then possibly to a big underground/warehouse rave. Nobody knew the location of the rave until it was posted on the internet about 3 hours before the event.
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I had been feeling nervous all day because I knew that M would drop a tab that night, and I knew I was tempted to give it a try. We got to the house and I vaguely knew a couple of M's friends that were there but I hadn't met anyone else. There was only about 10 people there and we sat in the living room listening to hardhouse music. Then M prepared some coke for everyone and for the next couple of hours we had a few lines and I necked half an E. Then M pulled me into the bedroom, she said she was going to drop the acid and if I wanted to try it. I was VERY nervous. I accepted and took half of a tab.
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Carried on partying in the living room and we all decided to flag the rave and just stay at the house. That suited me - I didn't want to be freaking out other than at the house. The E I took had kicked in before I took the LSD and I was having a great time. M asked me about an hour later how I was and I said I was mashed from the E and how it was a REAL strong one, but the acid seemed to do nothing. She laughed and said it WAS the acid that was making me feel so good. She said that this acid was incredibly weak anyway and wouldn't give any hallucinations but would just make me very energetic and bouncy. Too right!! I was fucked, and I was loving it. It felt like a very strong E but lasted all night.
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At about 5am the night was still going strong and M dragged me into a bedroom and proceded to rape me. GREAT SEX!!! I have had sex on E before but this was mind blowing. We screwed about 4 times then fell asleep for a couple of hours.
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I had a weird dream: I was in that bedroom where M and myself were sleeping but everything was circles. Everything. All different colors and sizes and thicknesses. I was a circle. M was a circle. The bed was a circle. The table was a circle. The clock on the table, the posters on the walls, the walls themselves, the floor, ceiling, spare bed every little item in the room. All circles of varying colors and sizes all on a white background. And all in 3D. They were spinning very slowly against each other in different rotation directions like the cogs of gears would. It was lovely. I woke up feeling queasy in the stomach and felt like throwing up. Must have been the spinning dream.
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I felt a bit sick for about an hour then it passed. We went downstairs to join the others who were still up. It was about 10am. We caught a cab home and M cooked up some breakfast. Then slept for most of the day. Later that afternoon and for rest of the day I felt a bit spaced out but next day went to work and all was normal again. Till next time.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
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After years of personal research, hearing others experience with the drugs, and having tried consciousness expansion on less than par substances I finally found a hookup for acid. Leading up to this night I had been smoking ganja for nearly 4 years, had taken shrooms on multiple occasions, smoked opium, tried a few amphetamines and a few other opioids. So I fancied myself somewhat experienced at tripping.
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Anyhow, on to the story. A buddy of mine had found a hookup for some LSD and MDMA. Naturally seeing how the new Hobbit movie was out in the cinema I saw no other fitting time to drop the tabs than just before going to see the movie.
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5:00pm, I take two small blotters (I'm not 100% on the potency but I was told somewhere between 50-100ug per blotter)
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5:45pm, We get to the theater. I remember feeling a little more aware of my surroundings, colors were a little bit more vibrant and I was having a little bit of trouble focusing on menial tasks (almost forgot to pay for my popcorn, bumped into a few people in-line for the movie and tripped over myself a few times while walking around)
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6:15, I could tell by this point that things were going to be fun. I went to use the restroom just before the movie started, the echo of my voice was un-believable, it sounded like I was in a big granite library and my voice was going on forever.
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6:45 (-ish), by this time the movie was already running but the drugs were not fulfilling my expectations. I remember seeing things on the screen molding together, patterns were appearing on peoples faces, and the story seemed to be engulfing me. Like I was a part of the movie, this was my past, present and future, my reality and being.
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-->9:00(ish?), The movie had just ended, I remember sitting in my seat staring at the credits. How will I ever go back to my own reality after experiencing something so divine. For $40 worth of a substance I could fight dragons, I could explore the deeper reaches of the mines of Moria, I could be one with Eru in the beginning.
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All the people in the theater started standing up and leaving, the moment of such dread had finally come, I had been fearing having to be around all those people the entire movie. If I sat quietly in my seat nobody could possibly know I was on drugs, but walking out of the theater seemed to have no possibility of positive outcome. But without even realizing what I was doing I stood up and walked towards the exit, almost as if the crowd mentality had found my strings and was making me walk. I was still so trapped by the idea of the film that I didn't even realize I was leaving until I was at the trash receptacle by the exit, I had been autonomously trying to put my drink in the trash bin when my own consciousness took over again, having no idea why I was putting my drink in the trash I just dropped it (luckily it landed in the trash, I think).
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After getting outside I looked around (it was a cold night in the northern part of the planet), I felt like the reality I was in was the acid trip everything seemed foreign and fake, if only I could go back to Middle Earth where everything made sense.
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11:00 After going out to eat (I don't even know why I ordered food, I wasn't hungry and the textures were appalling, maybe the sense of it was the right thing to do since everybody else was ordering something) and dropping a few friends off at their homes (we all car-pooled) we finally made it back to my place! Since all the driving for the evening had been accomplished and we would have no other social interactions my other two buddies (both of whom had never tried anything but pot) were going to take 2 tabs each.
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11:30, I felt a little robbed of my expectations. For several weeks I had been looking forward to that weekend so I could get 'FUBAR'. As my friends let the blotters sit on their tongue I decided since I was able to handle myself alright on the acid alone I would take the MDMA too...
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12:30, I had taken a single <!-- 300mg (?) -->ecstasy pill an hour ago and was feeling nothing, hyping myself into a drug fueled psychedelic session I decided to take a second pill... (I had only bought two pills, a red one and a blue one. Was this a intelligently designed comedic relation to the Matrix or was this a moment of spiritual reckoning...)
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1:15, My buddies were already feeling the effects strongly, but nothing more than the leftover perceptual change of the earlier events was affecting me. I noticed few small changes here and there, the reflection in my friends glasses of the blacklights on the table looked like a Tron grid, I could make out the overview of the landscape but nothing more. The walls were breathing, and I was starting to get a little anxious, had I taken too many substances, what is going to become of me?
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1:45 (-ish), We had a hookah and a interesting conversation going. I was in the middle of saying something to one of my buddies when I looked away at my other friends then back to the first one. I stopped mid-sentence, all his skin had turned dark purple and he now had a red pattern across his face, It bore a strange resemblance to Darth Maul from Star Wars. After having noticed his skin I involuntarily blurted out 'Holy-Shit', after I vocally said it I heard my own voice repeat it in my head, but it was higher pitched like I would sound on helium.
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Any hope of contributing any kind of intelligence to the conversation was no longer a possibility. Every time I saw Darth Maul standing before me I would burst out laughing, the posters in the room were swirling and flashing different colors, I had to look down at the table to avoid completely losing it. We had been blowing UV bubbles (bubble solution that glows against a black-light) and when they would pop against the plastic cover on the table they would leave a glowing pop mark. After an hour of sitting in a circle blowing those bubbles like little neophytes dumbfounded at the power of something we didn't understand, the entire tabletop was now glowing. As I stared at it the entire table was shifting, the pop marks were now indistinguishable, they were flowing into each-other like a hypnotic river of light mesmerizing the lonely passer-by.
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The next few hours morphed together, time was false, a lie I had been brought up to believe. I could make it go as fast as I wanted or I could step out of the equation all-together. After what I believe to be an hour and a half after the effects kicked in I was without a doubt peaking. The method by which I understood things around me had been lost somewhere along the wavy sensation of the music and the stale air of the dreary basement. I could look at the table and tell it was not really moving, the psychedelic swirling of energy was just an effect the drugs in my brain were creating. There was a chemical telling my brain that the table was moving, the thought of that was initially comforting, but after I realized that my mind was creating this then things got out of hand. If my mind has the power to create such a sensation, to see things that are not there then how do I tell what is really there. Maybe the table was a by-product of my racing thoughts, but when I would touch it was was solid, a genuine thing of reality. To further comfort my over-active (and anxious) mind I decided to test the barriers of my perception and touch the moving river of light sacred to the table top. I could feel it moving underneath my finger, the neutral energy of this universe coursed warmly through my body, at that moment everything made sense, I felt as if I had truly achieved 'nirvana'.
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About 3 Ibuprofen and 4 hours later we came inside. The general census was that we were going to zone out on some video games til we passed out (I had been awake for almost 26 hours at this point <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had been awake for almost 26 hours at this point</div></div>). My friend put in Left for Dead 2 and seemed to start his own little delirium. The time came and the controller was passed to me, I had no idea why the beast were chasing me or even what I was doing in this digitally created horror story. Half-way through the level I set the controller down and had nothing more to do with it. I went to find my headphones and Ipod. After being kidnapped my cat and getting lost in my bedroom I had finally found them. I expected to drift away slowly somewhere along the lines of Us And Them or Any Colour You Like but after (what I believe to be) a half hour I realized sleep was out of the question. I just laid there in such respect and awe for the things I had just experienced. I'm not sure what time
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I finally passed out but I did not wake til 3pm the next day. I felt 'disconnected' from reality, like I had woken up into a a dull and dreary dream. Consequently I took me a few days to become myself again.
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I will never forget what I experienced that night nor look at life the same way again.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 26</td><td> </td></tr>
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My brother has a friend group that frequents musical festivals every so often. One of the mainstays in the rotation could not attend suddenly, opening up a ticket for me to come. I headed down with my brother, his girlfriend and one of my brother's friends. The first day of the festival was sweet. I took some addy and felt focused, energetic and generally amazing, as one is wont to do when taking addy, smashing white claws and still feeling hyper-sober. We get back to the place we rented, and my brother's friend "C" pulls out a bag of ketamine that interests me. I have never tried ketamine before, so I take a couple of bumps and settle down to observe the effects. I remember thinking that sitting on the chair felt like balancing on a unicycle. Later that night, everyone is sleeping and, being unable to sleep and unsatisfied with the earlier ketamine experience, I pour a substantial amount of ketamine and sniff it in the bathroom. I remember feeling very numb and unable to concentrate or move. I also remember thinking "love is the answer to all of the worlds problems" on that ketamine trip. It felt very profound and life-changing during the trip, but when I came down, I looked back and felt it was a silly, drug-induced feeling and nothing more.
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However, the addy and ketamine were only appetizers for what would be the main course, the second day of the festival. I only mention them because the LSD trip that follows was very intense, much more so than my previous LSD trips at similar dosages. I was curious whether this occurred due to drug interactions from the night before. Anyways, we are eating falafels on a bright, cheery early afternoon before heading down to the festival. Right before leaving, we sneak the LSD blotters in between our gums.
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We are inside now and I begin feeling the usual body load and anxiety, except its only been twenty minutes since administering. This was exceptionally quick (at least in my experience) considering the amount I took, which made me panic, which made me start to feel more anxious, which made me panic... Already caught in my first negative mind loop, I tell myself mentally that this is going to be intense and that I'm going to have to weather the storm.
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Its a bright day and we are sitting underneath the shadow of canopies that are blowing in the wind. Rays of sunlight peak from between the blowing sheets, and I can feel them cutting into my consciousness. We are sitting on grass, and the blades of the grass also look sharp. I believe that strangers walking past are looking and they know I'm losing grip on reality. I find that once negative thoughts begin to invade a trip, they are very hard to stop or even ignore.
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I am finding the come up to be much too intense, so I take a walk and sit next to a fountain. The only positive part of the trip comes when I zone out watching the water come out of the one of the nozzles, sail in the air in a parabola and land in the fountain. The pitter patter of the water and the visual image synchronized perfectly with the music playing in the background. It was very beautiful. Unfortunately, this didn't last a long time.
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The next memory I have is closing my eyes sitting by the fountain because the sensory overload was becoming a bit much. I was having intense closed eyed visuals, but instead of patterns, I was envisioning the outside world in my mind's eye. I saw that everyone there was having a giant orgy, but not in any sexual sort of way. It was more ceremonial in nature, and I use the word "orgy" loosely because people weren't having sex, it was more like everyone's bodies and minds were being violently mashed together into one being (mine included). I remember feeling weirdly ashamed, almost sheepish, like everyone was getting a look into my inner being while I was being mentally mashed into everyone else. Funnily, I remember throughout this time of me sitting at the festival closing my eyes and probably looking like a complete psycho, C would tap me and ask if I was okay, to which I would answer yeah, of course in a duuh manner before closing my eyes again and returning to this bizarre trip.
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The next memory I have is suddenly regaining consciousness and opening my eyes. It was dark out, meaning I was sitting there with my eyes closed doing absolutely nothing for hours. My bottom lip was chewed to pieces. At this point, I had forgotten I had taken anything, and accepted anything that happened as part of this new reality. I get up and spot my brother and his friends. I know I am with them in some capacity, but how do I know them? I take a look at C and it dawns on me. I used to be partners with this guy in a past life; we used to be interdimensional buddy cops on the tail of some interdimensional bad guy, and I had made myself forget this mission somehow, but now I remembered again the mission to get him. I began to fixate on this concept of this interdimensional bad guy, and the more I thought of it, the more sinister things seemed to get. Now the festival happening around me, which should have been the subject of all my attention, was just a creepy backdrop to this horror movie where I am being pursued by a time and space-travelling entity. And the revelation keeps hitting me, again and again, each time with the same profundity and sense of sheer terror. "Oh no, I remember now. I'm being chased across time and space. There's no escape. How could I forget.... Oh no, I remember now. I'm being chased..." <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">"Oh no, I remember now. I'm being chased across time and space. There's no escape. How could I forget.... Oh no, I remember now. I'm being chased..."</div></div> Then I remember that I made myself forget this to escape this, and that I had somehow made myself remember this again and now it was going to happen. These were the only thoughts that kept looping in my mind, as far as I can remember. I have no recollection of enjoying the sights or the music in any capacity at this stage.
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Before this experience, I would sort of scoff at the idea of a psychedelic causing a complete break from reality. I mean, it could happen, but not to me, right? This experience showed me that it really is possible to forget who you are as a person, forget your whole history, forget the laws of the "real world" and be completely and utterly convinced that you are this other person in a different world with rules and history of its own. When we came back from the festival, I remember pacing endlessly in circles in the bedroom, trying to come to grips with my newfound knowledge that the music festival and my brother and his friends and school and home and everything else was all a ruse and that I had rediscovered this terrible evil and this was going to be the reality for all times. I was notified the next day that that during the trip I was muttering to myself and reassuring myself, saying things like "time is the answer, right? wait no. yes, time is the answer." Then, late that night, I randomly yelled "F-------" in the middle of a crowd. They thought at that point it would be best to take me home, which was slightly embarrassing. Anyways, I'm taking a break after this, and I'm definitely going to NOT do any other drugs that could potentially ruin the trip.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
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I had been wanting to try psychedelics for quite some time. I'd gone my whole life without ever really knowing what they were in the first place, but when I got to college and started studying some LSD research in a Transpersonal Psychology class, I began to get really interested in the effects of these types of substances. A few friends of mine had already tried LSD and shrooms, but I'd never gotten the chance to partake with them.
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This day was different, however, as I had recently found out one of the new students at my school had some liquid that he was selling on Sour Patch Kids. I texted him early in the day asking for 2 hits and simply spent most of the day playing my guitar and waiting for him to arrive in my end of town with the acid.
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It was later, about 8 P.M., when I finally got my hands on the hits. I ate the two candies and walked over to my friend's house. This friend had bought 2 grams of weed for us to smoke while I was tripping, he said it would enhance the effects of the acid. I think it did.
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I started to notice effects around 20 minutes after I ate the candies. The body high was incredible, I still remember it as one of the greatest feelings I've had in my whole life. I started to notice slight flashes of light under chairs and in the darkness, slowly feeling stranger and stranger, but feeling very good. I think the most accurate description of how it felt to come up on my first acid trip would simply be feeling pure unconditional love for the very first time.
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I don't remember much of the time between coming up and the peak. When the visuals began to start for me, I saw vivid patterns absolutely everywhere in everything I looked at. Random words, letters, pictures, sections of album art, maps, everything fit together like a puzzle covering the floor. I lost awareness soon after this point.
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The next thing I remember is looking down and watching my hands play my guitar. This is one of the greatest memories of my entire life. I had no idea who I was or what I was, thinking I was actually someone else, completely and totally disoriented. But I was still playing my guitar, and from what everyone who was there said I was playing quite well, and playing things that I had previously never been able to play before.
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After that, a bunch more crazy things happened. Intense colours, flashing lights, watching cities form out of my pants and grow and bulge. But nothing for me will ever be as significant as the moment after coming down from the trip that I had something in my life to live for and be happy about, and that is music. I now have confidence in my ability to play music and I never want to stop playing my guitar. It's the way I express things that I don't know how to with words, and it's the way I create the things I can't without using my imagination. It's my release and my drive in life.
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I was incredibly depressed before taking LSD for the first time. I was toying with suicide and almost wanted to quit playing music for a while. But this first acid trip showed me that I have nothing to be depressed about and life is worth living no matter what.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
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To be riding the lustrous, sensual waves of a psychedelic trip while soaring on the euphoric wings of cocaine can be a highly enjoyable experience. However, these combinations come with their own brand of repercussions.
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Somewhat ironically, each time I have been offered psychedelics in the recent past, I have already been, or was planning to be, riding the rails of a cocaine high. On at least three recent occasions, my burgeoning plans to go on a cocaine binge have been met with the suggestion to try some mushrooms or LSD by my friends. I typically buy 2-3g of cocaine, with the intention of “saving some for later. That was the case with each of these experiences.
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I’ll begin with the LSD. Soon after meeting with a fellow user to drink some beer and do some lines, a friend called suggesting we drop acid. At this point the cocaine high was already in effect, and as cocaine typically does, it had become my first priority. I felt somewhat uneasy about the notion of dropping acid due to the longevity of its effects, but I found that once a tab was offered to me in person, I popped it right in my mouth with little to no consideration. This weakening of inhibition and conscious consideration is a direct effect of the “everything is alright” euphoric rush of cocaine.
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The initial rising vibes of an acid trip are usually rather noticeable. There may be a sense that one’s perceptions are becoming different in an indescribable way. There may be some anxiety or fear, or there may just be euphoric vibes rising through the body and mind. With the presence of cocaine, the initial feelings were barely noticeable (at least for a one tab dose of LSD). However, the swimming, heady high of LSD and its hallucinatory effects certainly became prominent within an hour or so. I felt great. I was high on LSD and cocaine, and I had no concern or anxiety regarding my trip. It was like I was confidently riding the waves of an acid trip, and it flooded my synapses and brought me to a very enjoyable trippy place. Still, the delusional mindfuck of the acid trip was kept at bay by the sharp, alert, attentive effects of the cocaine. I felt great, but I had to keep taking lines to stay that way.
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My judgments were certainly impaired, and I made the decision to walk out on my buddies and take a ride to grab some more white. They were concerned and discouraging of this decision, but I was soaring with such confidence and elation that I had no doubt about what I was doing. I never feared, I never faltered. It is certainly true that driving in this state was a bad decision, but I drove, picked up another friend, and met with the connection without any problem at all.
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The LSD reached its peak, and the trip was strong and vibrant, mostly consisting of visual and auditory enhancements paired with the lovely wash of the acid high. But the focus remained on the cocaine, and my friend who had simply wanted to drop acid with me became socially neglected as he took his trip surrounded by three guys hooked on coke.
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By the time I finally got rid of the other two coke buddies, my friend and I didn’t have much of the night left to enjoy together. This was a direct effect of the social influence of cocaine, which had swayed my social preference toward the others who were using coke with me. I felt bad for neglecting my tripping partner, and I tried to make the effort to go out and ride the remainder of the acid vibes with him. We walked around the empty city sidewalks, staring at the moon and sky, and meandered through the ornate grounds of a nearby art museum, but I was coming down from the cocaine, and did not feel good anymore. Although the effects of the LSD were still present, the comedown from the cocaine became the dominant factor. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was coming down from the cocaine, and did not feel good anymore. Although the effects of the LSD were still present, the comedown from the cocaine became the dominant factor.</div></div> This is where the repercussions came in, as the cocaine comedown overpowered and cut short the vibrancy of the psychedelic trip. Furthermore, because LSD can have a long, wakeful, and hallucinatory comedown, which can be somewhat unpleasant, the drop in dopamine caused by the impending cocaine crash resulted in a rather miserable scenario. Feelings of emptiness and remorse, longing for loved ones, and a need for reconciliation caused by the cocaine comedown, paired with the gritty brain crater of bizarre, repetitious, cartoony hallucinations caused by the LSD comedown made for a restless and uncomfortable attempt at sleep.
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Still, somehow, after finally shutting down for a couple of hours, I woke up wakeful and alert (brain running on fumes no doubt), able to go to work, and experiencing something of an afterglow that seemed to be caused by the combination of the two psychoactive substances. I was happy and energetic the following day, although getting through the combo-comedown after the incredible high was ultimately not worth the trouble.
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Eating mushrooms while high on cocaine took on a similar but unique, and ultimately more pleasant dimension. Each time I ate about 1.1 – 1.5 grams of mushrooms while riding the cocaine train.
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Similarly, the come up was not particularly noticeable, and the queasiness and anxiety often associated with the first hour after eating mushrooms was not experienced at all. In fact, with such a modest dose of mushrooms, the high did not really become particularly noticeable until it had reached its peak.
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On one occasion, the mushrooms were popped and we simply hung around, listening to music and sipping on beers, laughing and commiserating. Of course, all the while I was taking trips to the bathroom to bump up my cocaine high. Again the cocaine high took precedence, and was the dominant factor, as well as the priority. Still, once the mushrooms became fully active in my mind and body, the effects were highly enjoyable, and consisted of feelings of elation and joy, vivid visual perception, and an enhanced auditory sensitivity. I’ve thought at times that the peak of a mushroom high shares commonalities with the euphoria and elation of the cocaine high, although obviously causing very different responses in the brain and nervous system.
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I felt on top of the world, and we decided to walk to the nearby pool hall / taco joint to see what we could see. Socialization was a breeze, and I felt joy and love for people all around me. This was not just an effect of the cocaine, but an organic vibe of the mushrooms. The natural feeling of oneness with others brought on by the fungus was enhanced by a feeling of confidence and certainty caused by the stimulant. I simply felt great, and didn’t need to prove anything to anyone. I was confident, happy, and in full flux. Women were beautiful and alluring and music was incredible, but I still had the edgy feeling that I needed to sustain my high on cocaine.
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As the night drew on, and the cocaine high waned, the benevolent mushroom trip became tainted by the dark side of the stimulant. Each time my mood dropped my mushroom high was squashed, and I felt only anxiety and the need to re-up. Common symptoms of a cocaine comedown, and certainly not relieved by the psychedelic flesh of the shrooms.
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The second occasion was quite similar, with a live brass band and many people dancing. The vibes were immaculate. The high was overwhelmingly positive. The confidence, self-assuredness, benevolence, and sense of erotic enticement were at maximum levels. Music was pure bliss, and dancing was as natural as standing or sitting. Still as the night wore on, the edge of the cocaine crash cut down the vibrancy of the overall experience, overshadowing the remaining softness and lush comedown of the psilocybin.
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These experiences certainly have a personal dimension. Not everyone will feel the same, and I’ve noticed, much to my surprise, that some people do not seem to find the cocaine comedown so perilous. <!-- Even when combining drugs, some people seem to wind down rather easily or continue using until the end of the line, when they either pass out, or make their way through the day with no rest at all.--> As someone who typically chooses to face the bitter end of the high and try to return to normalcy for the sake of sleep, it can be a dreadful experience, and I would say that the presence of psychedelics do not improve it. The hard and intense stimulating nature of cocaine is a damper on the intellectual, imaginative, sensory experience of mushrooms and LSD. LSD certainly presents an enjoyable high when paired with cocaine, but the chemical nature of both substances lends to a harsh and gritty end. On the other hand, mushrooms have been very enjoyable, vibrant, and positive when paired with this stimulant, but <!-- one must still be-->I am wary of the cocaine comedown, and <!-- be--> cognizant of the fact that the potentially beneficial mushroom trip will be muted in part by the dominating stimulant.<!-- End Body -->
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I was at a music festival in Arkansas. It was the last day and I thought to myself it's now or never. Who knows when I'll come across this again. I bought one blotter which was on a plain white strip of paper. LSD is like the big daddy of hallucinogens and I was very cautious, so I decided to cut the strip in half and just see how this half affected me.
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My husband had volunteered to be my sitter. I put the half tab in my mouth and let it sit for several minutes under my tongue before swallowing. We went to the main stage area and I was uncomfortable thinking I might suddenly shoot into another dimension around all these strangers. We decided to head back to our campsite and just chill in our hammock waiting for the onset. After 90 minutes I had no change other then a slight euphoria. I decided to take the other half. I let this one sit for 10 minutes before swallowing.
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After 30 minutes I could feel much more euphoria and a strong increase in my sense of smell. We went to see the next band playing. Thievery Corporation rocked my world. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect band to describe my hearts desire. They were playing rock, bossa nova, Indian instruments, so many cultures meshing together. The lady singing, Shana, had an amazing voice. She was like a goddess of this band. The song was called the depth of my soul. It so perfectly described how I felt. While I was not having a lot of visuals, I felt profoundly insightful, blessed, and happy in that moment.
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The show ended to soon and it was off to another stage. My hubby J and another friend D and I decided to visit another stage. While walking to the other stage it was eerily quite. The last night of the festival and most people had left. We ran into an interesting art project, lots of carpet squares and interesting black light art. Hubby is drunk proclaims how amazing it is and he's not tripping but D and I are. I'm self conscious and paranoid. A complete 360 from several minutes ago. We get to the stage which I normally love. A natural amphitheater surrounded by woods. But now I'm paranoid that someone walking in from the woods is going to be an undercover cop. I keep hinting I want to leave but J is quite drunk. I feel completely sober several minutes later. I assume I just got to paranoid and somehow pushed the lsd through my system.
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We walk back to our campsite and I use the restroom. When I walk into the bathroom I see hundreds of bugs swarming the lights. Someone left the door open and they have swarmed the place. It's pretty awesome I start to see kaleidoscopic geometric patterns around the lights. Someone left a bottled water in the stall and the word Geyser is pulsating and changing colors. Freaking sweet I think to myself. We go to the group campfire and the trees and leaves are alive with this pulsating color changing energy. I love it. We get back to our campsite and I realize I'm peaking while everyone else is coming down. I suddenly feel very insightful again. And very ego threatened. I realize what a perfectionist I am and very germaphobic. Suddenly someone stars playing dubstep techno which I usually hate. But it makes sense now. It's the thought looping of acid expressed in music. Suddenly a Lazer light show accompanies the music I ask J and D if they see it too. Hell yeah they do freaking sweet.This Lazer show has that awesome pulsating energy I was seeing earlier, and now it moves to the beat of the music. Then J decides he wants to go to bed. We have a four hour drive to our favorite campsite tomorrow where we will meet my younger brother and his girlfriend to camp for another 4 days.
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Here comes the paranoid feelings. I do not want to go lay down in a dark tent with lots of bugs. I seem to notice them so much right now. It's creeping me out. But I realize I do need some sleep. We get in the tent and J wants to get freaky. Well why not I'm not tired. It is amazing, I close my eyes and the color changing pulsating energy is pumping through my nerves. I can see amazing matrix like lazers moving through me to the rhythm of the acid crunk techno one of our neighbors is playing while we are getting busy. It was a million times more intense than screwing on Molly.
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However J immediately passes out afterwards and I still can't sleep. I keep thinking about how terrible I'm going to feel taking this campsite down, driving 4 hours then resetting camp. The techno is deafening and I can't decide if it's in my mind or really still playing.
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It's time to get up and I never slept. I decide I should shower. My sense of smell is still enhanced. I must still be tripping. I take of my clothes and my boobs stick out 12 feet from my body. This is strange my bones seem to be sticking out like I'm on my death bed.The smell of this shower is nauseating, it reeks of urine, excrement, and used feminine products. I rush through my shower. feeling just as dirty as I did before.
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I get back to my campsite and try to wake up a hung over J. We start to pack up and I can still see bugs from a mile away. Everything else seems normal. Except when I look in the mirror my mouth is going to the left and my nose is going to the right. We have heard that the cops are waiting at the bottom of the mountain for idiots who decided to take what they found at the festival home with them. J is worried that he would fail a breathalyzer, he decides I should drive. He says they would never know if I was trippin or not. I don't like this idea but I don't want to get pulled over and him have to do a breathalyzer which would probably freak me out too.
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I drive down the mountain thankfully nothing looks strange except my own body. We stopped to get some food and he takes over driving. After about an hour he says he's falling asleep at the wheel. So I have to drive again. I become very depressed, thinking about all the things that have happened to us in the last four and a half years.
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At the age of 25 I had the shingles. I got pregnant just as it was beginning. He deploys while I am 8 months pregnant, and will not be there for the birth. Shortly after birth they diagnose my daughter with Down syndrome. My husband could possibly be in a combat situation and I could not tell him I had to lie to him about our daughter. I finally tell him and he comes home on emergency leave. But if we want health insurance for our disabled child he must go back. Our older daughter develops a severe food allergy. He gets hit by an IED, gets his purple heart and PTSD. It is so much to deal with in 4 months. I become socially awkward and basically turn into a hermit. While I'm not as depressed 5 years later I still don't have much of a social life. Pink Floyd, Tool, Rammstein, and MMJ are my only friends.
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This music festival was my chance to show my husband what music does for me. He tells me that he has gotten such a deep and profound understanding of music. I can't be happier. But at the same time I realized I will never be the same. How can you be after that?
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We get to our favorite camping spot and meet my younger brother and his girlfriend. We go to town to pick up some supplies. My brother takes two hits of acid and his girlfriend takes one. He asks me if I want some and I tell him no I am coming down from a difficult trip myself and haven't had any sleep and should probably rest before I experiment some more. We go out to eat at a Mexican restaurant. Everyone is very giggly. My hubby is trying to make them laugh. My brother suddenly looks like he's going to get sick so his girlfriend has to take him to the bathroom. She comes out laughing hysterically because she had to push a little boy out of the way so my brother could vomit. We asked for the check and leave. Then we must go to Walmart because it's the only store in the small town that has the camping supplies we need. I can tell that it's very intense for my brother and his girlfriend. I had a similar situation but with using Molly. Walmart is like its own little ecosystem. It is very intense and most people underestimate it.
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We leave and drive back to the campsite which is down a gravel road on the side of a mountain. My brother says he's glad he is not the one who's driving, everyone is a little nervous except for my husband who is sober. While I am NOT tripping I'm still feeling quite paranoid from the night before and I am not liking this drive. We get back to the campsite and my brother says he needs to use the restroom. Upon returning he seems very disturbed and agitated. I can tell that he's going into a bad trip he repeatedly asked to wash his hands in his face, he wants to look into a mirror and he says his face is swollen. I fix him an orange and he eats but he refuses to touch the orange so he's eating like an animal. He tells us not to touch him to spray him with a water bottle if we need him. His thoughts are very scattered and strange. I'm just scared he's going to get aggressive. The previous year we had problems with raccoons I'm just hoping they stay away. He picked up a shovel and walks into the woods I'm very nervous but we coax him back to the fire and then we decide he should probably take a shower which is a primitive solar shower. His girlfriend helps him even though she is also tripping. She giggles a lot and this seems to only irritate him more they are both getting on each others nerves it is slightly funny but we are all trying to help him. We finally talked him into going to bed and he calmed down for the most part but sometimes walks out of the tent I'm just nervous that he's going to take his crossbow or something and shoot us but thankfully we kept him calm I just keep thinking that I want to go to sleep myself after having been up for over 24 hours and dealing with a difficult trip myself <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I just keep thinking that I want to go to sleep myself after having been up for over 24 hours and dealing with a difficult trip myself</div></div> but now I have to help my brother with his bad trip.
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It only affirms my belief that this is a very powerful psychoactive that should not be taken lightly. Even though my brother takes this very often he had never done it in that type of social situation it is enough to put someone in a bad trip even if you think you are very experienced the situation dictates the trip and you should never underestimate its power. If I ever decide to trip again it will probably be in my own home with the phone turned off and the door locked. <!-- It is a very insightful drug that can threaten your ego but also give you the best experience of your life.--><!-- End Body -->
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It was Canada day and me and some buddies decided to go to our one buddies place and do LSD. I had done it before 6 times before this event, so I was by this point fairly experienced with the drug. For the most part, I knew what to expect, what the come up felt like and what the visuals would peak at. I was very comfortable with the effects. My buddy had a house that was near enough to Toronto to drive to, but far enough into the boonies that his lot was huge and he was mostly surrounded by small farms and big middle-of-nowhere style houses. It would make the ideal spot for a trip. I took the subway up to a friends place and then we drove the rest of the way.
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Shortly after arriving, we dropped the tabs. I took 3 1/2 125ug tabs, which amounted 437.5ug in total. My other 3 friends consumed variously between 2 and 2 1/2 tabs, so between 250ug and 312.5ug at 1:10PM. We went outside and started playing with the Frisbee and generally just chilling and listening to music. After a while, our friend and host convinced us to go on a nature walk throughout the woods in his backyard (initially by telling us that there was a rusted car and bus back there but this later turned out to be a lie to convince us to go, it was just a walk).
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While we were out walking, the high of the LSD really started to kick in. I find that when I'm in nature I don't really notice as much perceptually. I get the body high and the internal feelings, but without a solid texture to look at I really don't very much in visuals, besides a general feeling of intensity in my perceptions. We ventured through a lot of tall grass, down a hill, through a marshy area and through a newly planted corn field, eventually arriving at a fence. At this point we decide to turn around and walk back. During the walk back, one of our buddies who was walking slower then the rest of the group gets lost after falling behind. After finding him, he later sat down in the tall grass and let himself intentionally get lost, apparently experiencing a profound feeling of oneness while in the grass. It is fortunate that he found his way home after we left him there.
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After we got back, we all undress, put on bathing suits and get into a hot tub. The hot tub felt really nice with the LSD and it was only after getting back and seeing the textures in the stone of the patio, the granite inside the house and the walls that I really realize just how whacked out I was. After sitting in the hot tub for a while, I decide to smoke a bowl of weed. I used to be a huge pot head, but had quit several months earlier, only doing it occasionally. My previous experiences with LSD led me to believe that the two would combine in a similar way that weed combines with alcohol - producing a great amplification of the effects of both drugs that is easy to underestimate. I had no idea what was in store for me.
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After smoking the bowl of weed, this is where the truly profound effects of LSD started to hit me - a level of the drug that I had not been to before and was not expecting to go on that day. I sat in the hot tub for a while after smoking the bowl, initially just becoming slightly anxious. I wasn't totally sure what to do, and was having difficulty following peoples conversations or even forming thoughts of my own. It didn't bother me very much initially. I got out of the hot tub and started searching for my sunglasses - this proved to be extremely difficult. I couldn't keep my mind on the task at hand for more then a second at a time. My mind repeatedly just went empty - too overloaded with sensation to maintain coherent focus on any one thing.
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I never did find my sunglasses. Eventually I sat down and thought to myself, 'what would happen if this feeling just took over? What if I just couldn't think anymore?' I imagined the feeling taking over, and the information rushing into my mind faster then I could process. It was ironic that this half joking thought was what triggered me to fully enter the LSD high, Geometry Level 8A as described on the pyschonaut wiki. I had imagined it taking over, and in that very moment it took over. Whether the thought was the trigger or a result of what was happening anyhow is anyone’s guess.
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Initially I was very confused. I didn't like the feeling at all. My internal narrative had completely stopped - I could no longer form thoughts. Multiple words would come at the same time and they just didn't form a sentence or a coherent idea. When I opened my eyes, although I saw the outer world, it did not fully register. It was as if the what I was seeing was not properly transforming into higher level concepts. I could not decide what to do with objects in my world or what to do with myself. I reported to my friends that I had entered a really weird state of mind and was not feeling well. I reported being very confused and unable to think or do anything. I reported multiple times that they probably could do anything with me in that state - I would have been very easy to lead. It was somewhat surprising that I was capable of talking at all, although slightly broken. My internal narrative had completely vanished, but I was still capable of controlling my mouth to some extent. A feeling of doubt and worry took over for a while - was I stuck like this? Permanently depersonalized from my conscious experience? My biggest fear at this point was that it would stay like this forever - where I couldn't think and that I would be a permanent zombie, incapable of leading people or doing anything but follow the most basic commands. Was this what a bad trip is? I wanted to be normal again. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Was this what a bad trip is? I wanted to be normal again.</div></div>
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After about 30 to 45 minutes and some laying in the grass, I started to accept the feeling more and it no longer gave me anxiety. I started to make sense of what was going on while it was going on, and that's when I really started to enjoy it. I had consistently increased the dosage of my LSD experiences, from 240 on previous days through to 437 that day. I wanted to see what it was like to get 'drunk' on LSD - what the limit was and I had found it. The Geometry Level 8A experience is exactly like they describe in the article on psychonaut<!-- here-->, but you really don't get it until you go through it. I really was experiencing everything at the same time - or while maybe not entirely everything, there were many things simultaneously. It was as if you had just turned the whole brain on. Instead of having a single thing that I was paying attention to, I started feeling like I was getting multiple thoughts simultaneously. It was no wonder why I couldn't form sentences or thoughts any more - multiple words would be bubbling up to my higher level consciousness in parallel. It reminded me like a pot of boiling water, where each bubble was a thought. While initially its a steady stream, as the pot heats up to a rapid boil, the bubbles are just so random and all over the place that you can no longer understand them.
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My entire linguistic, visual, and semantic systems where firing all at once. It felt like I was experiencing all possible futures and all pasts and all of the present all at once. All ideas, words, concepts, images, all just seemed to be appearing at the same time in an incomprehensible cacophony. Even different ways of forming my sentences and different choices of words appeared simultaneously. When I opened my eyes, my world was overlayed with an extremely strong hexagon like grid that felt like it was all three colors at the same time. It became nearly impossible to talk aloud, let alone maintain an internal narrative. My mind was fried. It was a very weird state of mind - where your internal narrative, your ability to make sense of the world and make any decisions related to your senses were all gone. It was a complete ego death - I was fully enveloped by my brain lit up like a light bulb. It was fundamentally different from lower doses of LSD and from normal, coherent thinking.
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After a while, it started to calm down and could have some thoughts again. I started having these weird, profound and probably wrong insights into how the world works. I got this strong sense that intelligence existed in abstract, outside of biological brains. That I was experiencing something that creatures all around the universe experienced. Aliens would evolve on foreign worlds with completely different concept networks, but if you lit up their whole brain in the same way, they would experience precisely the same thing - a strong connectedness with all the universe and all of existence, everything that can or will exist. I felt like I was going on a right of passage almost. Treading a path that Steve Jobs and other great leaders had done before me - like gods of some kind had put me on a course to experience this. I screamed out 'Why me! Why Today?' multiple times. At one point I became convinced that I was set up - my friends and and this whole days entire purpose was for me to break through to this level of LSD experience and this connectedness with everything. That my friends knew this was going to happen and it was all in the plan. Not true, of course, but at the time it was the only thing that made sense.
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I also had this repeating pattern, along with all of the other thoughts that were occurring simultaneously, was that 'This is why you do LSD. The visuals are just the pussy shit compared to this miraculous internal feeling. Having the whole brain turned on at once.' I felt like I was experiencing something profound - that everything in my life had lead up to this point just for me to experience that. I felt that I was going to extract some great insight into the nature of intelligence from it - the fact that this weird state of mind was even possible had to mean something. But at the same time I remember shouting that 'it could be meaningless! It might mean nothing!', a reference to the fact that I might not extract any meaningful insights from the experience at all. I was just fucked up and it wasn't really going to change my life.
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The weed wore down and with it the most extreme effects of the geometry. Soon I was able to form thoughts in my own head again. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The weed wore down and with it the most extreme effects of the geometry. Soon I was able to form thoughts in my own head again.</div></div> The return of an internal narrative and an ability to react to and interpret the backyard of my buddies house was greatly welcomed. I chilled with my buddies, thankful that they had taken care of me. Especially during that initial half hour to 45 minutes of the geometry where I didn't know what was happening other then that I was no longer thinking or processing information normally - the part where I was anxious. Later on in the evening, almost 10 hours after first taking the LSD, I smoked another bowl of weed. I noticed that this caused some return of the feelings that I had earlier - the feeling of experiencing everything at once and no longer being able to follow conversations. However, fortunately it never became as bad that evening - never strong enough to cause me to start having broken thoughts, but it reinforced the notion that it was only the LSD in combination with the weed that had caused this profound state of mind in me.
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Overall it was a great day. For almost 2 hours, I was experiencing everything that could exist in my head all at once. My entire sense of time was deprived, and it felt like all information was just flowing through me. It no longer came to a point - no single thing that I was paying attention to, but instead a cacophony of incomprehensible thoughts and concepts occurring simultaneously, bubbling randomly like a rapid boiling pot of water. It was scary at first, but after easing into it, I was able to enjoy it for almost 2 hours before my thoughts started reforming again.
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I think my experiences with the psychedelics are over, for now at least. If what I wanted was to have something mind-blowing, something that fundamentally altered my state of mind, I had got there. It was yesterday with that 437.5ug of LSD and that bowl of weed. I had experienced something that was fundamentally different from normal experience - and fundamentally different than all of my previous LSD experiences, where my thoughts mostly stayed normal and comprehensible. I don't think I need to light my brain up like that again for quite a while. I need to give my mind a break. But overall it was well worth it. <!-- If you plan to take LSD with the intention of exploring level 8A Geometry, all I would say is that you make sure you are in good company, with people who can reassure you that your safe, that this happened because of the LSD and that you will return normal soon. When your in this state, all sense of how you got there and where you are going will disappear. You will experience it all at once - all possible pasts, all possible futures, and every word and linguistic concept will manifest simultaneously.--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 27, 2020</td><td>Views: 724</td></tr>
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Deciding Not to Suicide
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My experiences on acid all blend together in my mind. I took it about six times during my Freshman year of college. I took three or four tabs of acid in each experience that contributes to this report. One tab of this acid was enough to have minor visual distortions like breathing ground and walls, but no other real hallucinations. It was a time of much depression and self destruction in my life. I took acid to try to obtain some life experience before I went, despite my extreme disconnectedness from other people, I took acid in hopes it would push me over the edge and make me suicide, or allow me to wrap my head around the concept of death more completely. I believe acid could potentially be a very positive experience that contributes permanently to the taker's outlook and happiness, but due to the mental set I went into it in, my trips were obviously a bit darker.
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Generally I would wander in the woods and fields while on my trip. I would usually plan on not smoking weed so as to be more clear and focused trip, but wind up smoking just about as much as normal anyway. During this time I was smoking about an eight a day, and really was quite addicted to weed as pathetic as it may sound. As I walked and smoked there was a great sense of newness, new thoughts came to my head and all the little details of the trees and leaves would appear clearly to me, and I would sense my presence moving through the environment.
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I remember once I was walking, high on acid, and it was a redish dusk. I became more and more frightened, I felt something was after me, I began to get the urge to run, to flee, to get away, but I had no where to go and nothing identifiable to run from. I distinctly felt hunted, like some animal was stalking me and my survival instincts were kicking in for a coming fight. Then I realized the force trying to kill me was myself – and it was true. Since then I have been conscious of this extremely destructive part of my personality, for better or worse.
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I remember once putting my hands to the earth to feel the ground while walking on a dirt road that goes through the forest in the black of a upstate New York night. I was searching for some sort of spiritual sense of connectedness to the earth, but I was struck with a very clear feeling of “it's just the ground.” I saw myself as creature cursed with a desire to find meaning in things due to being a human, and realized how in the giant empty sky above, and in the layers of dirt and rock below, I was the only thing near by that “cared,” and how comforting the artificial concept of being loved by God is.
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Other times I experienced what is like to lose attachment to everything, to mentally say good bye to yourself, to your surrounds, to “seeing” and the experiences provided by the various senses. These experiences made me lose my fear of death, and made me feel like I could easily suicide if I wanted to, all I would have to do is reoccupy a similar state of mind of dissociation from my self and from senses (pain.) Yet obviously I did not go through with it, I knew in a way it would be “wrong.”
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I thought about questions of “right:” and “wrong” anew and non dogmatically. It seemed silly to really make any sort of rules about right and wrong, what is wrong is clear and easily understood by intuition: basically it is causing pain to others, but as I said there is no rule. Yet even so, I felt I would be justified in the amount of pain I would cause to others if I took my life as compared to the amount I would relive myself from; hardly anyone knows me anyway. It just did not seem like my body was quite 100 % my own so as to entitle me to make the decision to destroy it.
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Despite the generally bleak nature of my acid revelations, I gained an appreciation for life as a force. All the above preamble is really an attempt to make this point clearer, as I find it difficult to put to words. I felt sure that it is impossible to understand what exactly “life” is while alive, but there is clearly something driving my heart to keep beating that was not my brain or my body exactly, but some power that constantly flows into me from somewhere else. I am a complex form of this life energy, but it is the same thing that reaches from the ground towards the sun in the form of trees. And it tries so damn hard, this “life,” and that seems incomparably more important than my own will to live or die, which comes from a small part of my conscious brain.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 69922</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 28, 2020</td><td>Views: 699</td></tr>
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