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Me and my friend were heading off to a small rave in the Midwest. It started off all fine and dandy. I was simply looking for something to do one evening so I called my friend 'C'. C informed me of the rave and since I had a fair amount of extra cash I thought I should go with him because he was planning on going by himself. So we headed off.
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When we got there it was a very cool venue. Huge silos were towering all around us and all I could see were cars all around us. After we got in I quickly started asking around for whatever I could get my hands on. Well I must have done pretty well because after a short amount of time I ended up with numerous hits of LSD a small arsenal of X and a somewhat hefty bag of Mushrooms. My friend was strapped for cash so I though I would brighten his day with a couple hits of Acid. We went to the car to drop them. We went back into the rave until the doses took effect and we both agreed on going to the car for the transition between coming up and peaking. That way when we reached the peak we would walk back into the rave for a whole new scene, which is good.
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While sitting in the car a couple of party kids saw up sparking the blunt through the window and kindly asked us if we had anything for them to roll their own weed in. Being of the friendly nature that we are, I asked them if they just wanted to hop in and join us instead. Of course they agreed. Everything was going ok until I started to freak a little. I don't know what my problem is but I get very paranoid on LSD and if no one stops me it just gets worse by the second.
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I found out the kids were from the same town as the party was being thrown in, not an unusual occurrence. But then I got the idea in my head that these two guys who joined us were really up to no good. The way I figured it was that they knew what I had got from their friend who I bought it from and, for some reason unknown to me, they were scamming on taking it from me. I sat for a moment pondering what I should do and out of know where I start threatening these kids as if they had done some great injustice to me. I don't quite know why but I said somethin like, 'You know I could strangle the breath out of you.' They were pretty surprised by this and so was my friend C.
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My friend didn't know exactly what to do with me now so he suggested that we go back to the party and chill out a little bit. I told him I didn't want to go in there because I already had bad thoughts in my head and God only knows what a man on LSD can be capable of when he is not thinking right. I told him we should leave and he didn't want to but eventually I talked him into it.
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The car ride home was very very bad. We were both tripping pretty well and the previous scene had just shot both our brains into confusion. He was mad that I wanted to leave so bad and so early, and I was mad because I thought the kids were trying to do me wrong. He was the only one left to talk to so my mind convinced me that he was also up to no good. We had very long and aggravating discussions and I'm sure neither of us at all understood what the other was talking about.
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I thought he had been trying to steal from me. And I have not the first clue what he was thinking, probably that I was losing my mind and taking him down with me. It is impossible to explain what was said but what I can conclude from what our friends told me long after the incident he thought I was ragging on him for being a bad person and being worthless when I was really just going off on some totally wack idea that he was trying to steal from me. I wish I could convey my feelings better but it was like every little thing he said in response to my questions, sounded exactly like what someone who was trying to do me wrong would say. And every thing he said just more and more confirmed and strengthened what I was thinking.
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After a while when there was nothing more to be said I realized that the whole time we were freaking out on each other, (or I guess I was freaking on him). We had never turned. So I asked him, 'Do you even know where we are?' 'no' 'Do you know what direction we are heading?' 'No' 'What the Fuck are we gonna do now.'' I asked him to turn around and just head back the way he came but he just kept driving.
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The sun was coming up and I thought it was about time we figured out were we were and started home. Neither of us were in good humor and we just wanted to go home. I told him to just stop, so he did, literally. On the side of the highway he pulled over and we both got out of the car. Luckily there was some sort of building a very short ways up the road so we sat there and just tried to cool off and sort out our problems.
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This was the first pleasant time in our whole journey. (I thought anyway). He was laying on the ground and I was sitting next to him. I think I realized that I was being a jerk so I tried to comfort him in anyway I could. I don't exactly remember how we got on the subject but we started talking about drug addiction. He told me he wanted help and I told him that I would try to help him. I told him that together we could stop all the drug shit and make it together. He hugged me. I was cool with giving him as much emotional support he needed but, I pushed him away after a little bit when he wouldn't let go of me. It made me very uncomfortable. The next thing I know his eyes fill with tears and he smashes his cellular phone on the road and runs straight across the street into a corn field. This bewildered me.
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After that I figured I was right all along about him and I walked away. Which probably wasn't the thing to do, but with a head full of acid your mind can only take so much. I though I knew what city we were in and I had a brother that lived there so I thought no matter how far away I was from his house I would just walk. I found out I was dead wrong. It became clear to me that we were right outside some very tiny town and I was no were near where I wanted to be.
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There was something very wrong with a dog I encountered walking around. At first he started ferociously barking at me, but it really didn't scare me. I knew he was just acted tough and if I acted like he didn't bother me he would quit. Luckily it worked. He then followed me and would not go away. Then I noticed something strange, nothing had happened to him but he was suddenly limping and whimpering. I could tell he was trying to get me to follow him somewhere but when I didn't follow him he just kept following me. I thought that if this dog was trained to act hurt and lead people to, wherever he was trying to take me, there is something very very wrong with this little town and I had to get out of there ASAP.
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I walked downtown, (the whole 4 blocks of it) and figured I had no where else to go so I just sat and watched the clouds move back and fourth. A truck with some pretty friendly people were out and I told them I would give them as much money as it took to give me a ride to where I wanted to go. They told me they couldn't because they had something to do but they brought me to some people who could. When I got to the house it was probably about 6 in the morning and they told me I had to wait for some guy to come to give me a ride.
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My mind was all screwed up from what had happened all night long so I was acting very weird towards these people. Sitting outside of their house I saw an ambulance speed by and I thought, 'Oh shit someone spotted C in a cornfield freaking out!' So I went back in the house. The guy finally came and gave me a ride 50 miles to where my brother lived. When I got in his house, through a window, I woke up my brother and bitched at him until he gave me a ride another 70 miles to where my home was. My brother had never seen me tripping before and that was very bad.
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A couple days later my mom confronted me about my use of acid and I really didn't know what to say, she found out from C's mom because C ended up in an emergency room after failed attempts to kill himself. I didn't know what to think. Then I heard all the crazy roomers going around about how I tried to talk this guy into killing himself. That story made a couple enemies for me. In conclusion I felt really bad about what happened and only me and C, actually know the truth about what happened that night. I wish that we could be friends again but I think that night pretty much ruined our friendship forever.
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I don't know what to say, LSD almost made one of my former good friends kill himself and I wish it never happened but it did.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2001</td><td width="90">ExpID: 10342</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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On a cold December evening in 1971 I took two 450ug tablets of LSD-25 at around 7 pm. I had planned the trip for a couple of days with a friend, but after I took two hits (I couldn’t wait) he never showed up.
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I was at a friend’s house sitting in his living room, about 20 to 30 minutes later. When four cinder blocks popped out of the walls and began spinning. I had taken several trips, but none that started this quickly. I also felt flushed, hot, and excited. My stomach was tight and my cheeks felt like they were burning. I could see every multi-colored red and green thread in my blue jeans. I sat in David’s room and talked to his sister for a while and listened to music. Everything was not only bright and colorful, but I felt uncontrollable urges to laugh, and kept having the feeling that time was flying past me. The music had come to be nothing more than white noise in the background as I explored the room.
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At about an hour into the trip I felt euphoric, and was very interested in the rapidly changing world about me. David’s sister had been doing something with the record player, I don’t remember what but I suddenly had a shock when she said, ‘Man, you are flipping,’ and said I had been staring at the record player for about ten minutes. Still, I felt OK and was too engrossed in the high level of visual hallucination I was experiencing to even think that I had gone too far. I walked back to my house when David had to eat dinner. I crossed a park through knee deep fluorescent orange coils that sprang into the air with a twangy sound when I moved my feet…across the park I saw my mother and brothers getting out of the car. I had a sudden and intense attack of guilt.
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It wasn’t ordinary guilt, it was all the sins of the world piled on my shoulders, because I had taken LSD. I saw our dog, ‘Luv’ and she raced across the park to greet me. I forgot about my sins and guilt as I looked at Luv, and I felt her compassion and love for me. I decided not to go home because I would ‘look too stoned’ I walked up the street aimlessly. This was about two hours into the trip. Overhead, the sky was filled with racing clouds and bolts of lightning, something like you might see in a depiction of how the sky looked on earth when life first crawled out of the sea. I had to urinate, so I stepped into an alley. As I did, I saw splotches of colors run out of a wall. I can distinctly see those colors in my mind, pink and black. I thought they were the most beautiful colors I had ever seen. They soon dissolved.
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I went back to David’s house and he had finished eating. We went back to his room and I don’t remember much for the next hour or so. We listened to music, and he played guitar, but I can’t remember feeling or thinking anything. At 10 pm his mother said he had to go to bed. We went out to the yard and he told me to come back after his parents light went out. As we stood in the yard, he gave me some change, as I took the coins he told me to look at the plane flying over. As I looked up, I heard him say, What is that in your hand? I jerked my hand back because a silver and purple liquid had melted and was running out of my hand. As I did the coins fell out and David roared. I was beginning to think the trip was getting out of hand, and felt for the first time a high level of anxiety.
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I looked out across the park, and suddenly from a bright spot in the darkness of a cluster of trees a white light raced towards me, engulfed me, and I felt an explosion of color and a bolt of electricity race through my body, as though I had been struck by lightning. The explosion of color was mostly red and silver, It was rather like a crystal shattering into a million pieces inside my brain. At that instant, I began to panic. David told me to calm down and come back and he’d help me. I started crying, I was experiencing the most intense fear I had ever experienced. I walked down the street and kept receiving explosions of shattering crystal in my Head, accompanied by the lightning bolts in my body. Everything was breathing heavily, moving and ‘real’ physical movement was followed by strobing trails of purple.
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I had the feeling that I wasn’t really there in my body. I heard thousands of voices in my ears telling me, ‘Now you’ve done it! You are dying.’ Over and over I heard these voices. I saw a sign on a church that said, ‘What are you doing on earth, for Heaven’s sake?’ and was gripped by more fear. Every feeling, every sensation I experienced was negative and the most intense emotion I had ever experienced. I went to a phone booth and called the pastor of our church. I’m not sure if I dialed the right number, because all the pages of the phone book had come flying out and were floating around the booth. I did hear a voice, but I can’t remember the details.
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The next few hours were spent walking up and down a street near the pastor’s house. I can’t begin to describe all the colors, emotions and sensations at this point. The underlying theme was religious, with the most intense fear of dying and a state of pure panic gripping me the whole time. I do remember the repeated bolts of lightning and shattering crystal. Each time a car passed, I would first hear the sound of the car as though it were driving over the keys of a huge piano. This would be accompanied by a brief and intense image of colored crystal forming, from which a white point would emerge, expand, and engulf me in an explosion of light that would shatter the crystal. The worst of it was the physical feeling of electric shock. As I felt the trip begin to release its grip, I started home.
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Someone gave me a ride, a couple of old people that I remember scorned me about not attending church. My mother found out, in such a state of panic-stricken terror I entered the house, and my sister came out to screw with my mind a while. I was shaking uncontrollably and would not look at myself in the mirror. The worst was over by around 5 am. For the next two years, I couldn’t sleep, and was afraid of the dark. The reason was that when I turned off the lights I would hallucinate. I saw colors and patterns for years after that trip, and kept myself heavily sedated with alcohol or other drugs. The pure horror at that trip was enough to keep me from further serious attempts at LSD, though I did a little of the weaker stuff a few times after that. Some background; I had experienced two years of severe depression before that episode with the LSD. I didn’t realize it at the time, but it was like being stuck in molasses. Years later I was diagnosed as bipolar. I dropped out of school a few months after that trip.
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One note on the dosage. My mother had contacted the state police narc squad, and they came and gave her a little seminar about LSD. They told her at that time that the ‘white microdot’ samples they had obtained from the batch being sold in town had been sent and tested at around 450ug of LSD, and that many kids had been to the hospital because of intense experiences. Even at that time, late 1971, strong acid was getting scarce. Certainly none of the other LSD I took--white lightning, Orange Sunshine, Windowpane, or Mr. Natural--where anywhere near the strength of that microdot. They weren’t in the same ballpark, league, or even on the same planet.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1971</td><td width="90">ExpID: 41534</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: Dec 29, 2006</td><td>Views: 106,939</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Depression (15), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Bad Trips (6), Alone (16)</td></tr>
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After researching alot on the effects achieved when on LSD I finally came up with the balls to try it, as I was always worried about becoming a headcase. Myself and 3 of my closest mates decided to try it at the schoolies festival. Which is the giant week long party that occurs every year in every state as year 12’s complete their final exams. My self and my best friends had rented a house for the week and planned to drink ourselves into submission as well as do MDMA and meth (that we had used throughout out our high school lives). But wanting to do a hallosigenic we reserved a day and night to forfill our curiosity. I had bought the blotters from a dealer from school who told me to be careful as they were pretty potent. We stored them in an air tight jar in the kitchen and decided to take them on the 4th day of the festival.
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The day soon arrived and we woke up amped for the experience to begin. We all took a tab each at about 4pm just after lunch. J and myself decided to sit outside and smoke a few cones before the acid kicked in. After the first hit from the bong I called it quits and went back in side. It had only been about 30 minutes since we dropped the LSD, I began to feel a little strange. I began to see trails from my mates walking round the room. I told them that I was beginning to feel it, they were asking me what it was like as it had not kick in for them yet. We all sat down on the porch and waited for the effects to really begin. About 5 minutes after I first started seeing trails from people I noticed the trails for everything as I turned my head. The way I can describe it is that it was like a photo being taken with a camera with a slow shutter speed, as you move the camera the light blurrs and you get a photo that looks kinda like what I was seeing.
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About 1 hour after we dropped the acid I wanted to go for a walk. J was up for it but the other two just wanted to sit there. So me and J left not knowing where we were going, we just decided to keep walking. We were walking for what seemed like 15 minutes when an old friend from primary school recognized me. She ran up and gave me a big hug and started talking about something. I remember looking into her sunglasses and seeing my self in the lenses and think that this is what she is looking at. She kinda realized that I wasn’t listening to a word that she was saying and my mind was drifting she asked me what I was on.
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This question confused me as I was stuck with the image of in primary school. I said something like you’re too young to be talking bout drugs. She laughed and put her number in my phone and asked me to call her tomorrow. We departed and J and I continued on our journey to the unknown destination. We kept walking and we were starting to peek. We passed a large gum tree that was growing through the pavement. J and I sat down and stared at this for what only seemed like a minute. I remember looking at the trunk that had cracked the pavement and thinking that the tree was trying to grow but the pavement was holding it back. I was saying to myself be free, be free.
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Until I looked over at J who was lying on his stomach looking at a trail of ants walk along the path. I joined him and asked him what he was doing, before I could finish what I was saying though he cut me off saying shhhh, you’ll scare them away. I have no idea how long we were there for but when we got up we noticed it was really dark and apart from the sound of distant music it was pretty quiet as well.
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We walked and walked through the dark streets not caring where we were or where we were going. We came to an oval where we lay down about 4 hours after dropping. I remember wanting to be surrounded in nature. I was rolling around on the grass, the feeling of the grass was strange and I suddenly felt like I was crushing the grass and holding it back from living like the concrete was to the tree, so I tried to think my weight away so I would no longer be crushing the grass.
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I was suddenly floating off the ground. It was the most amazing experience of my life I was actually floating. I do not know how long I was in this levitating state for but I only came out of it when a group of kids our age came walking across the oval. I heard a whooshing sound that sounded like they were doing nitrous. I call out to them and they came over. It was amazing I had never met these 3 guys before but we got along so well they were just on their way to a party and asked us if we wanted to come.
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They kept talking about something I kinda drifted away which was when I spotted the penguin in their hand (my name for a whipped cream dispenser). They must have seen me looking at it cause they soon asked me if I wanted to hit it. This question puzzled me as I thought did I want to hit it, but they started preparing it for me anyway. I sucked in the sweet air and it reminded me of year 10 when I first tried it. I could feel it build up in me and as I exhaled it, time and matter really started to distort. I fell onto my back and my mind was taken away. I felt no body I was only a pair of eyes being propelled up into the sky. I was speeding along at unimaginable speeds and traveled past stars galaxies and colourful clouds.
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I don’t now how long I was out of it for but as I returned it was like someone had hit the rewind button and everything ran backwards until I was back lying on my back. I opened my eyes to these strange people looking over me. One said “where do you think he is right now” that was when I sat up and could not say a word. I looked back up at the sky and say the band of stars that made up the rim of the Milky Way. The stars looked so ‘alive’ they just seemed so bright and as I looked at them I became aware of the fact that I was looking out of our world and into another. I was looking into the infinity, looking into space. This blew my mind and every time I look at the stars now I still think of that experience.
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The guys must have left because when I came back to the acid reality I was alone. J had left me as well, but I felt good about being alone as I believed that the reason the acid was fading was because all of the living things around me were drawing it out of me, in order to balance knowledge out again. The acid state of mind is an unnatural state to be in so to restore me to normal my surroundings will suck the experience out of me. I came to the conclusion that the bigger the living thing the more of the experience it can take from me and as I was only surrounded by small blades of grass and no people so it will take a while to return me to normal. This I a pretty fuck up view of an acid trip but at the time it seemed plausible.
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I started walking until I came to a lake, on the banks of the lake I found a wooden boat and thought it would be a good idea to spend the rest of the trip in the middle of the lake looking up at the stars. So I jumped in the boat and drifted around. Not long after I got in the boat it began to get really windy and it soon started to rain. The boat was being blown around and I thought I was going to die, I was playing my life through my mind and I heard the song thirty three by the smashing pumpkins. The next thing I knew I was in the water and sinking. I was in a peaceful state and wasn’t scared of dieing; I accepted my fate and believed I was going to a better place. I truly believed that I was going to discover the meaning of it all. THEN I WAS DEAD. I traveled through space with images of random times in my life being played like a slideshow. And then black.
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The next thing I remember is hearing birds; I was in a dreamy state and believed that I was in a new life. I sat up only to see that I was in a sand pit in a park somewhere. It was one of the strangest moments of my life I was convinced that I had died that night. I looked around to see the lake but saw nothing but grass, trees and a play ground in the park. Dazed and confused I made my way to the road where kids were walking around everyone giving me a strange look as they passed me. I looked at my singlet and saw that it was covered in vomit. I had not noticed it before and I took it off and through it on the ground. Luckily it was schoolies and there were people walking around in board shorts and bikinis so I didn't stand out. I was walking down the road back to our house replaying the events of the night back through my head. I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that I had died. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about the experience I had.
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I made my way back to the house, and as soon as I walked through the door I knew something was wrong. I walked into the bathroom and saw the mirror was smashed and there was blood on the floor. I walked through the house and realized that it had been trashed. There was glass everywhere, and there was blood on the walls of the bathroom. I called P who was on of my friends who stayed at home, he picked up the phone and told me that he was at the hospital, that D had flipped out last night and went through the house smashing all the windows in the house as he saw evil in his reflection. I grabbed a shirt, jumped on my bike and rode to the hospital to see P and D sitting in the lobby talking to a doctor. I asked what happened and the doctor said that D had a bad trip. I looked at D and he was pale and shaking, he had a bandage around his hand where he smashed the mirror. P said that our parents were on their way coming to pick us up.
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This all happened 2 months ago and D is almost back to normal. I haven’t been allowed to see P yet cause his parents have kept him home, but I have spoken to him on the phone a couple of times, he won't talk about his trip, I guess it was really bad. I’ve only told my girlfriend about what happened to me that night how I died in a lake. She made me promise that I wouldn’t do LSD again, but I don’t think I would anyway because of what happened to D.<!-- End Body -->
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Alright, This is my recaliction of my first LSD Trip ever. My past drug history includes, marijuana, alcohol, dimenhydrinate, and hydrocodone.
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I had been reading about acid, and wanting to try it for about a year, until recently when I met a friend who is able to get ahold of acid really easily. Anyways, I was finally in possesion of what he called the most 'potent' blotter that he ever had, and he is a full-blown acid head, so I knew this must be good. He said it was made from Silver Crystal, which is said to be 90+% pure. So he knew this blotter was at least 150UG or more.
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<span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note: Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]</span>
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The Following is my notes as it happened, well at least until it kicked in. Thats were I have to recall all of the things that happened.
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9:40 - Fly Paper Blotter Acid, Place on Tounge - 1 Hit
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9:48 - Of Course, No Effects Yet, Listening to Some Grateful Dead
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9:57 - Anixous Feeling Surroundeds Me, Feeling Great
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10:05 - Body Energy, Anticipation, Not Tripping
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10:16 - Same
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10:23 - Still Same
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10:31 - Life Is Good, Still No Visuals
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10:45 - Watching the Beatles Yellow Submarine. Getting Pissed off, It still hasn't
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kicked in. Anticipation is overwhelming.
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11:05 - I think I got taken, this stuff isn't working.
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11:06 - Laying Down, Watching Yellow Submarine Still.
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11:15 - As soon as I stood up, The outer world had completely changed. Nothing is the same as it used to be.
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11:16 - Painting of Flowers in a vase on my wall is swaying, from side to side. The Flowers blooming and unblooming. The Carpet is breathing, with waves flowing through it. Walls are breathing. Everything has life. This is truely beautiful.
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11:22 - Totally immersed in this new world. Everything is breathing together. Flowers on couch are spreading and reaching towards the ceiling, blooming with immense form. Amazing.
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11:30 - Time displacement is insane.
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11:31 - Tracers, lots of tracers.
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Ok After this point, I can only remember certain things. So Yea, In no real order did these things happen.
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Eventually after watching the ceiling move in waves as if it were an ocean while watching the insane tracers of my hands moving and things I threw in the air for about a half hour, I Decided to get up and walk around the room to see what new visions I could discover throughout my bedroom. I walked around and began a mental conversation with the floor. Not talking out loud at all, just thinking in it's direction, and it answered my questions with indentations in the carpet.
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Next I began looking at yet another painting, this one melted and swirled at an insane rate of speed. I couldn't believe it, everything I ever wanted to happen when I tried acid, happened. The carpet was now swaying as if it were tall grass in the wind. Then it began to swirl and melt. I then needed to go to the bathroom and take a crap. This was quite the adventure. Everything in the bathroom had life, the floor, the sink, the shower, the cabinets, the walls, the decor. I attemped to read a magazine while sitting on the toliet, but to no avail, I couldn't concentrate on anything but the outside world that was so beautiful.
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For the next half hour or so I basically layed on my bed just looking around the room at the intense visuals. This was at 1am. I got paranoid all of a sudden that my parents might get up and come in. So I turned off my light. Layed in bed, and put some Grateful Dead on in my CD Player so I could lay there, and not make any noise or wake anyone up. The Music was soooooo beautiful, the sounds meshed togethor and the stories were acted out right in from of my eyes.
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This is were the deep thoughts began. Not the scary deep thoughts that some people expeirence. Rather deep thoughts that make you realize how lucky you are and how proud you should be to have the chance to trip. I thought of everything, everything beautiful, nature, my girlfriend, and music. I began a mental conversation with myself on the possibility that there is a god (I am a pretty strict atheist). Then soon enough that idea was negated as I thought about the TRUE scientific reason how we got here, and everything.
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I had intense visuals. Now in my bedroom I had some lights on, the light on my monitor, my clock, these type of things. All of a sudden when I began thinking about the existence of man, the room became totally black, then it hit, the Big Bang Theory was re-enacted. I was part of the universe, I was floating with the rest of the planets, and eventually I became a small organism, a bacterial life-form on earth. As time progressed I had formed into a mushroom. I was a mushroom. I started thinking about my girlfriend. Now another mushroom was part of the scence. It was her. Our roots became intwined and we were unseperatable. Then we grew from the mushrooms into humans, locked into each others arms. This was truely amazing, and made me appreciate my life.
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At about 2:30 I just wanted the trip to end. Well not the trip to end, but I wanted to sleep. I layed there with my eyes closed for awhile, realizing I'm not going to be sleeping tonight. I opened my eyes and everything was shrinking. Then the room began swirling and melting into me, like a whirlpool type effect. Then I melted into my bed, and then all of a sudden I was back in my room, everything normal again. I looked at the clock and the numbers were switching places, and shadows were still changing and moving and changing shaped. I closed my eyes, and laid there, listening to Built to Spill CD's.
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3:30 - The comedown was intensely fast. The LSD world just stopped, and the old world came back. No visuals, nothing left. I feel really weird.
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After that I attemped to sleep, but to no avail. I ended up just getting out of bed and eating breakfast. Then I felt empty, tired, lifeless. This soon passed, but my body was physically worn out, yet my mental state was better than ever before. I hadn't slept in some 30 hours. The rest of my day went by really fast, I eventually went to bed at around midnight, It had been 42 hours since I slept. I slept like a baby.
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In the end, LSD really changed my life, I realize how lucky I am to have the people in my life that I have, and how life is good. I felt like I had the expierence of seeing the world as It really is, an expierence few will ever have. I feel like a better person now. Wait no, I know I'm a better person now.<!-- End Body -->
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I shall relate in as much detail as I can remember the thoughts, feelings, events and hallucinations that made up a recent LSD adventure.
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The night began with the taking of the little piece of paper. For the day and night before hand I had been feeling what I could only describe as cravings, I hadn't done acid for quite awhile and had never felt this kind of feeling before, except now the possibility of taking it again was about to be realised. The craving was for the tingling sensation that you get when the drug begins to work its wily ways. This is when you know you have taken something more interesting than a run of the mill brain solvent.
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An early adventure included a walk to the service station. It was only to gain emergency supplies but several concepts were thought up that proved useful for the rest of the evening. Such as the concept of practical n, that is when talking about something occuring for all numbers, you normally say 'for any n'. Well we had 'for any practical n' meaning something would occur for any number that was practical in context. Various logical dilemmas were discovered but brushed under the rug.
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Things started slowly as we waited for the drug to take effect. We watched TV, we laughed alot as the drug took hold. Once we started to feel the effects we decided to go for a walk. We eventually lay on a golf course, staring up at the stars. Space seemed so much more viable, it wasn't just a painting stuck in the sky. At this point we made the commitment to take another tab each. More than one tab was uncharted waters for me, so the new adventure did seem quite alluring. A noted piece of humour came from trying to walk like zombies back to the house, that is by dragging one foot behind you. The natural progression was to prove that ambidexterous zombies are real zombies too, that is by being able to drag either leg behind you on command.
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After taking the second tab each, one fellow addled person and I decided to go for a long walk. This walk encompassed much distance. We found underneath a bridge a strangely lit area with strange spiked leaved plants. The light was blue and red where all the other lights in the area where white. Our walk took us to the thriving lights and sounds of the city. We made our way up and back through the heart of the meat market district, the concerns of rampant procreation seemed so irrelevant from our lofty vantage point.
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Lollypop in mouth and with my bare-footed companion, we floated past so many whos aims in life seemed so trivial. Females with vomit dripping out of their mouths, buff fuckwits posing underneath balconies and the worse of all, strutting sluts. The strutting slut of which I speak, was making her way down the road robed in a short skirt and scanty uppertop, strutting along to a song coming from a nearby car. This was fashion show style exaggeration. It wasn't just our perceptions being fucked with, this was actually happening. Our journey ended with my companion getting a slightly wounded foot and him and I slowly making our way back home, several hours after we had left.
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A sidenote on the walk, I was feeling unbelievably good. The state of mind that I was in felt 'perfect', as if it always should be that way.
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On arrival home, we decided to take the last tab we had left. Between three of us this meant a third each. Two and a third tabs were buzzing through our systems, we were thinking the first one might be wearing off but once we sat down, turned on music and decided to partake in a contest of wills to see who could smoke the most bucket bongs, the world flipped.
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I like to think of taking a tab as 'flirting with the psychadelic goddess', but the more you flirt the more she responds until eventually she becomes a high-maintenance girlfriend that just wont let go. This is what the trip became like. The brain candy was unbelievable, but the pace and frequency of the doses were incessant. I shall now give various snippets of some of the things I was percieving.
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As reality slipped away, I began to have concerns about not coming back. I could see myself waking up in a mental hopsital or something. The mental image of me sitting on a bed in some white austere room somewhere then suddenly shrank and duplicated itself in a spiral pattern slowly getting smaller as the images spiralled 'into' my vision. This is with my eyes closed. These images then became black and white with flashes of bright primary colours in place of the white at different times. Most of what was going on behind closed eyes is too hard too describe properly, but it involved alot of bright colours and geometric patterns. Some more examples include certain patterns or images have a particular kind of texture, say furry, then slowly warping into a hard, shiny version of the same thing. A recurring theme was also travelling through mental tunnels that consisted off strangely shaped or patterned supports. Things like pink, indian temple style architecture adorning the sides of an endless tunnel.
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Opened eyes also saw things. Looking down a corridor I saw an open closet door and just past it another open closet door, except it looked exactly like the mirror image of it. So for a long period of time I was convinced the corridor ended in a mirror. In the same corridor at one juncture in time, I began to feel a very deep sense of forboding and the walls and doorways all began to transform into thin, crackly-hard demons that lay in wait to leap out at me. I needed to travel through the area. The walls throbbed and swayed and slowly constricted around me, the doorways becoming rounded and small, the walls closing in on all sides. The only slightly sobering tool we had was turning on the light, but even doing this wasn't always enough to keep the psychadelic goddess at bay, for even a brief moment.
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The bookcase was melting. The blue paper mache penguin with interal christmas lights that flicked on and off in various patterns was creating an interesting ambience in the darkened room which let the brain play visual tricks. The bookcase started to convulse and pinch as if being smeared and being made of rubber. A particular shelf of books kept melting. The books all dripped into each other but then become whole again in an endless loop. Later on, this same bookcase became a large metal square creature, with the highlights that made the body stand out being particualy light shaded books in the bookcase. Hard to explain, and this was way after the rest of the things Im about to relate.
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Another memory is of standing infront of a paper mache Virgin Mary, adorned with hazard symbols and a gas mask. Standing there, my vision became simply a huge 'scape' of glittering multi-coloured fractal patterns made out of diamonds.
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After a long time, things eventually gained some normality, but it was a long time into the next day before I could truely feel 'free' from the goddess' grasp. Even in the curse of daylight, the ground was convulsing as if affected by an earthquake. It was good to know that I was half-sane and not in a psychiatric ward somewhere ;)
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I leave out much, but only so much makes any sense without context. The title comes from the one thing I can remember telling myself in the middle of reality loss.<!-- End Body -->
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I had been tinkering with the idea of taking acid for a while, months actually. I was no stranger to alcohol or pot, and have done percocet and adderal before. I tried shrooms once and loved it, so when my friend got some acid I eagerly bought some. He had taken some and said it was really good stuff compared to what he has had before.
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Some background info: I'm 21 and it was my senior year of college at a major university. I did plenty of research on it, and talked to some friends who have done it before, it was a long time in the making. The statement 'you don't find acid, acid finds you' is 100% truthful. My mindset at the time was very positive and free thinking. I had made Dean's List for Spring semester, had a decent GPA and resume, and was just chilling out for the summer in a college town I had grown to love. I knew I was heading into the real world of a job and bills, and that worried me a little, but I was ready to take a vacation from myself and enjoy the day. I had recently gotten bored of the constant drinking, and it had been about 4 months since I had last bought pot, which consumed a large part of my junior year.
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It was a beautiful, sunny July Sunday. I was waiting for my friend Sophie to get home from work so we could drop it and go to a gigantic lawn on campus that overlooks downtown as well as campus. I had my first shrooming experience with Sophie, so I knew the trip would be a good time. I went to Sophies at around 3 p.m. and we each dropped a hit and started walking towards campus with a blanket. I had my MP3 player. We stopped at a convenience store, the world cup was on, and got two bottles of water. We made it to the lawn and had an incredible view. We were surrounded my trees, camouflaged almost, but could see the throngs of people walking downtown as well as campus. We could even see the outline of the mountains in the distance.
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Sophie had brought her bowl and some pot so we decided to smoke while waiting for the effects to kick in. It had been 20 minutes since we took the acid. We talked for a little while about post college plans and such and I went off to find a bathroom. When I came back Sophie said she was starting to feel it and so was I. It took about 50 minutes to kick in and when it did, boy was it fun.
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The first effects made me take notice of all the surroundings I usually took for granted. Nature was captivating. I said to Sophie, 'I feel like I should be doing something, like being productive.' She said, 'This is what you're supposed to be doing.' We just laid there. I was listening to my MP3 player and it was the most amazing experience I have had. It was like hearing every song for the first time again. Every string, clash, whisper, I could hear it all. I was fascinated.
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After listening to music for an hour or so Sophie and I had a long, giggling conversation about nothing. I commented that it would be inconvenient for someone to mow the grass right now. Besides the auditory pleasures I found that I could transform objects into anything I wanted. I was staring at leaves and watching a battle, making a T-Rex climb a tree. At this point, because she drank heavily the night before, Sophie vomited. This was the low point of the trip. I realized that while on LSD, the slightest thing can alter your whole mindstate, you can fall from euphoria in an instant.
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We moved about 2 feet from our original spot to get away from the vomit and it was as though we had moved 30,000 miles away. Everything looked completely different. It was beautiful. We chilled for another 2 hours or so, sharing a headphone apiece listening to music and talking. Sophie felt sick so I walked her back to her place and went back to mine. At this point I was coming down so I called my friend Dante to see what he was doing, sure enough he had dropped acid around the same time I had and was right near my house.
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Dante came over and we decided to go to a bar and have a beer. It was an interesting experience, we both pretty much just observed human interaction, which can be very amusing. After our beers we parted ways and I went back to my place and took a much needed shower. LSD made me feel extremely dirty, it's as though I realized that I AM AN ANIMAL, that I am not that different from a tiger or a squirrel. I chilled out, watched the TV and tried to fall asleep which proved to be a tough battle.
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Overall I was very pleased with the way things turned out. LSD made me appreciate the world a lot more and made me realize that you shouldn't worry about every little thing, that life runs on a path and you'll be OK. We were right there on that blanket for everyone to see, yet we were worlds away at the same time. A 'good' trip is what you make it.<!-- End Body -->
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To begin, I would like to express the circumstances surrounding my initial interest in LSD. Throughout my high school years I had experimented with just about everything, except for the rare and elusive LSD. See where I come from, the stuff is near impossibly to get your hands on so I spent a great deal of time trying to make the proper contacts in attempts to get ahold of it. I had a few friends that shared my enthusiasm, and who were also trying to acquire it. I never had the chance to try it, I graduated from High School and went off to the Navy. I spent a total of six monthes training before I was allowed leave, to go home and see my family before going overseas for duty for a year.
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I arrived home, and did the usual things that a sailor who hasn't been home in 6 monthes would do. I partied. I neglected to spend time with my two best friends, which I have come to regret, because this experiance drew us alot closer, at least I feel as though it has somehow brought us to the same level.
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This is how it began. I woke up in the morning feeling refreshed after sleeping all day, after a long night of partying with friends the night before. See this day was my last full day home, before being shipped out overseas for a long year of navy life. My two best friends called me, its sort of sad but I hadn't spent any time with them my entire time on leave, I sort of took them for granted. But they made contact with me and sure enough when I answered the phone they said 'look outside' I did, and there they were, giving me the finger yelling to get dressed. I hurried and got dressed and we piled in the car and headed to their apartment about a 20 minute drive away. The whole time in the car, I was wondering what they had planned, because they knew this was my last day, before leaving again, and I knew it was something special.
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We arrived at the apartment, and the setting was somewhat different from what I last remember of it. Everything was a little more organized, less trashy, and more of a mellow relaxed atmosphere. We kinda screwed around for a bit, joking, talking, relaxing, when they both turned to me. They said, 'Now, we know you've been trying to get ahold of this for a long time,' and before they could finish I screamed ACID!!! at the top of my lungs, completely excited that these two knuckleheads had suceeded where I had not. They actually got the acid. We settled down for a bit, and each started off with two hits a piece. We decided that before it kicked in we were going to go visit some friends at my old work.
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Work was strange, because when I got there, I definately noticed a change. I was smiling uncontrolably, and trying to hide the fact that I had a great body high, and wanted nothing more than to laugh out loud and just smile in everyones face like a ridiculess clown. But I resisted being that I was just back from the navy and I had that whole thousand yard stare going, only with a huge smile. I noticed the feelings became different, when my old co-workers began talking about the dangers of where I was heading, and they warned me all the horrible things that could happen. Thats when I noticed the real change. I could feel what they were saying, I mean it freaked me a little bit, made me nervous like I was being backed into a corner, so I quickly gave everyone the 'Yeah yeah gotta go' speach, and made my way to the car, where we headed back to the peaceful apartment.
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Upon arriving, my two friends left me once again and headed downstairs. I remained upstairs, just sort of smoking enjoying the feeling, and relaxing in a very comfortable beanbag chair. I was looking at a Jenna Jameson poster on the wall, and it looked like a slight breeze was blowing on it. Then I noticed the windows were closed. That is when I said to myself, 'I've been waiting far too long for this.' I smiled and relaxed and enjoyed the body high. When my friends returned they were toting 3 bags each containing a 10 strip of acid blotters. It was amazing, I knew we were in for a hell of a day.
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We each took another hit or two, and hung out and we sort of migrated from room to room, looking at everything, playing with the shades, the lights, all of which produced splendid visuals. By now I was seeing tails on everything that moved, mostly my hands, if I waved them in front of my face I couldn't see anything. I had alot of fun with that, fooling around and raving with glowsticks on acid is alot of fun. It got my blood pumping and made me feel really good. At one point, we were in my other friends room, and he had a light, that sort of looked like one of those tongue rings with the multi-colored spikes, but it looked different, it looked like some sort of molecular matter floating through time and space, it was magnificent. If any of you have seen the video game Metroid, that is what it looked like, except it had spikes. It seemed to be just floating there moving all over the place, like a sea-sponge or something. It was really cool.
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By this time I had taken at least 2-3 more hits. I sat around smoking cigaretts, and admiring the smoke that twirled around the room, I blew O's that floated around and also peaked my imagination, all of the smoke looked like tribal art just floating in the sky. Everything I looked at was pure beautiful art. I wanted nothing more than just to stay there forever admiring all the beauty in the world.
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I started to think deep thoughts, weird thoughts. Thoughts about the world, religion, and philosophy. It was interesting how clear I was thinking, and how everything just made sense. I felt peaceful, I felt like I belonged. I started to remember this book I read by Tom Wolfe called the Electric Koolaid Acid Test. I remember how one of the Merry pranksters thought he could control his trip with his mind. So I thought hey, maybe I could too. I took my last hit of acid, and sat in the corner in a dark room, looking at the metroid floating in the sky. I held my hand up and clentched my fist. I saw colors on the ceiling, it looked like a city on the ceiling, a whole entire civilization of lights was growing on the ceiling! I thought real hard and I was controlling the colors that I saw on the ceiling, before long I noticed that my hand was clentched into a fist, and the red colors that I thought were lights from the imaginary civilization were actually blood squirting from my hand. I knew it was just me, so I let it pass, and I migrated to the next room, were everyone was gathered smoking weed. I couldn't be there because of navy drug tests, so I went into the room with the Jenna Jameson posters, and sat down.
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I began to think about the fact that the following afternoon I would be on a plain heading overseas for an entire year. I became very sad, and started to cry, I was scared. I called for my friend and he came in, and I just couldn't stop crying. I remember saying 'Leave it to us, to get me high on acid the day before I go overseas for a year.' I didn't want to leave. Me and my friend talked about depression, and people, friends, and all sorts of things. I felt better. He went to go finish smoking pot, and I laid down and looked at the wall.
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The closer I looked at the wall the stranger it seemed. There was a giant bulge in the wall, like a cluster. The closer I paid attention to it, the more different it became, but somehow it turned into a skull and crossbones, bulging out of the wall. I got up out of the bed and sat down on a chair, and turned on some sublime, hoping that it would ease my tention. It did and I sat there just staring at the floor, eventually I noticed my forearm, it looked really weird. I looked at my skin and it began to bubble, and I could see hairs growing and falling out. The other strange thing I noticed was the words, some foreign language was written in my veins, flowing through my body. I tried to read them but it was no language I had ever seen before.
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After that we all converged in one room and decided to watch a movie to get our minds off the trip and just sort of relax and come down. We all sat and relaxed, and I felt alot more at ease. The room was warm, and I felt very close to everyone in the room. That was my pack, my group, my true friends. The non-family members that I loved and would do anything for. I felt like I belonged. That night I got no sleep at all, my stomach was in a not the entire next day. It was the hardest thing leaving those friends after that experiance. I've though about it every day since than, and cannot get it out of my head. I feel like I'm completely alone, and that me and my friends were drawn very close together through that experiance. In some ways I feel we are all on the exact same frequency now.
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All together, it was an experiance that I will never forget, I enjoyed it thoroughly, and wouldn't change it for the world. I look forward to my next experiance with LSD, and or any other phsycoactives. I feel it has opened me up to many ideas, and it has helped me to become a more open person.<!-- End Body -->
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The night begins with my girlfriend K coming over to my house. We eat dinner and head over to my friend A’s new place. The plan was for everyone to do mushrooms. I had previously done 1 hit of LSD on Monday, which didn’t do much for me. So I decided to up the dosage to 3 hits. Being my second time ever taking LSD, I found that 3 hits was quite sufficient to push me over the threshold.
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We arrive at A’s place and chill with her, K, and D at around 8:30. Now, I had already purchased my acid the day before so I was prepared, but my friends had left it until the last minute to purchase their mushrooms so we had wait until almost 10:30 until we finally got the call back from our somewhat reliable dealer. D and I left to pickup the mush from the dealer and I dropped the acid as soon as we left, seeing as I had to work the next morning at 11:30. We arrive back at around 11pm, D dropped 4 grams, and K dropped 2 grams along with A.
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From about 11-11:30 I can feel the acid start to come on, and get the same edgy feeling I got last time I dropped it. My stomach didn’t hurt at all this time, I’m assuming that is because I spit out the blotter after I had finished sucking on it instead of swallowing them.
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At almost exactly 11:30 the full effects of the acid came on. I could not stop smiling and my friends began to notice that I was quite giddy. Now by this time, D and A knew that I had dropped the acid, but I had not told my girlfriend K so I couldn’t talk about my feelings or the acid very openly. In the living room where we spent most of the night there is a lizard cage, which has 2 red lights for sleeping. I was constantly attracted to these lights and the color was just incredible. I had a hard time not staring straight into the brightest part of the light bulb. After a while with the lights I decided to get up and check out the lizard. This was a little dragon looking type lizard and had two independently moving eyes. I watching him looking around and staring at me. I swear I could read his mind thinking, “WTF are you looking at you freak go sit down.” At this point I almost fell to the floor laughing my ass off but kept control of myself so that I wouldn’t get busted by my girlfriend.
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After sitting back down I was still thinking about his eyes and tried to move my own eyes independently. To me it seemed like I was successful in doing this but I’m sure I was only going cross-eyed. My friends had popped in a Shark’s tale. The main fish made friends with a shark and began to tell the world that he was a shark slayer and that all fish and sharks should make peace. I don’t know whether this was the real plot of the movie but at the time it seemed like an adventure of epic proportions.
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My friend A invited over 3 friends, which were acquaintances of mine. Now let me tell you these women are very loud and talk very fast under normal conditions. Now when they are drinking and talking extremely fast, and I’m quite fucked on 3 hits of acid, all I could hear coming out of their mouths were BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. Now if I did not have pretty good control of my brain, these women would have drove me completely insane. The movies helped as I could get into them and ignore the women completely.
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Whenever I heard something interesting come up in conversation, or one of my REAL friends said something to me I would look away from the movie. But, not wanting to miss any of the movie, I continued to listen to the movie and look at my friends while they were talking. Now, whatever any of the people in the movie were saying, it seemed to come out of my friends mouths, not the TV. It was extremely hard to communicate and I had to listen intently and concentrate on ignoring the movie to even understand what they said, let alone answer them coherently.
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After a while I got bored with the movies and began to just stare at random things throughout the room. I found that I could use my mind and alter whatever I was looking at. There was a stack of movies on a bookshelf over the TV and it seemed that the titles of the movies were wandering onto other DVD cases. I could look over at any of my friends at any time and do anything with their faces. I played with the concept of beauty in my mind and found I could adjust their faces to make them either better looking or uglier. I could make their noses longer and make their ears bigger. I could change the color of their eyes as I was looking at them and even the color of their hair sometimes. I was quite enjoying this until they began to notice that I was staring at them a little too much so I decided that it would be a good time to stop.
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From then on I decided not to look at them at all unless they were talking, so as not to seem weird or anything. The roof of the living room was a plain white but it had minor stucco bumps sticking out of them. These bumps seemed like they were moving up the wall and away from the TV. The entire roof was moving in complete rhythm in a pulse –stop – pulse – stop type motion.
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All of the “real life” visuals that I got through the night were strong, but overall I would say that the colors and closed eye patterns were much more intense. I could look at any given color in the room and I could see what colors it was made up of. For example I could look at the red lizard light and see not only red but also green and blue. Every room / section of a room seemed to have its own color scheme. Either Red and Yellow, or Blue and Green, or Red and Blue, or any other random combination, which seemed to be constantly changing through out the night. The closed eyes visuals were the most intense of all.
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I went to the washroom intent on taking a quick piss and then back out to watch the movie. After waiting a minute or two for the piss to want to come out, I decided I needed a break from the talking women and just chill by myself in the bathroom for a minute. I sat on counter and closed my eyes, wow. Not only was this a full spectrum geometric light show, but also it never EVER got old. It was constantly changing from hexagons to combinations of hexagons and polygons and hundreds of other shapes that I can’t put names to. I went out of the washroom after what seemed like a couple minutes, but apparently I was in there for at least 20 minutes.
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After this the annoying women FINALLY left. And my friends began to ask how I was feeling and to describe how I felt to them. Words at this time seemed so useless and utterly inadequate at describing anything that was going on. The best explanation that I could think of was to say that If I had a fish bowl full of water and put it in front of my face and looked through it, that is how my vision would be. After saying this I realized how true was. It was like being able to draw a circle around the center of my vision, which I could totally focus and be able to see moderately well. Outside of this field of vision everything was fuzzy. My peripheral vision was the worst it had ever been in my entire life.
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My hand eye co-ordination was also quite off as well. Despite this I felt like I was constantly flexing my fists and felt that if I was attacked by someone at that point (not that it could ever happen) that I would be able to defend myself. Maybe that was just my over confident mindset but I still felt fully capable.
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All in all I’d say it was a good experience. I know there are a lot of things that I saw that night that I left out. The fact is that what I was seeing was changing so fast that I had a hard time understanding what I are seeing enough to even describe it in the first place. And by the time I start to describe it, its already totally different.<!-- End Body -->
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EXPERIENCE LEVEL AT THE TIME OF THE TRIP: marijuana (daily, chronic user), LSD (4 trips), mushrooms (5), XTC (7 times)<br>
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I believe I have to add something from me here, so that others can read and think for themselves :-) but I am writing this not only for the others to see but also for me - to get it off my chest and to be able to come to terms with that was the by far SCARIEST experience of my life. It might be lengthy but it is MY story so I will try to give you the most accurate report.<br>
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OK, now for some introduction- (dating back to 1998)<br>
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I live in Poland, am 23 at the moment. It wasn't until after my 18th birthday when I began experimenting with drugs. I went on winter holidays with my friends. Until then, I only drank beer and vodka and that's it. I didn't even smoke cigarettes. During our 7-day stay in Austria, my friends convinced me to smoke some pot. I thought 'What the heck?' and tried it. I didn't feel much the first time, but eventually I loved that shit :-) and after about 1 year of occasional smoking I have developed a habit of daily smoking which lasts until now. :-)<br>
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### 4 years later ###<br>
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I have a girlfriend, Mary (she was 22 at the time), whom I love and care for. We went through a lot together. It is January. Mary's parents decided to visit their friends and we had an empty house for ourselves, except for Mary's younger brother who was 17, for like 7-8 hours until we had to drive to get them back from the party which was on the outskirts of our city (this is important, will be explained later). Because I had some acid we decided to drop it that day and drive for Mary's parents after it comes down.<br>
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OK, so it was about 16:00 when we split the blotter in half and held it under our tongues. Mary's brother picked up some friends of his (3 guys of his age). He doesn't smoke weed, doesn't do any drugs, only alcohol. So they bought some cheap liquor and started drinking.<br>
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Mary invited some of her friends, but nobody showed up until 17:00 when only a couple came (Michael &amp; Dorothy). OK, so until like 17:30 nothing was really happening. We had a laugh here and there, but no visual no trippy thoughts no nothing. Being a chronic heavy weed smoker :-) I proposed smoking some pot from what you would call a 'crack pipe' in the U.S. This is a very popular way of smoking weed in Poland - and a very efficient one. OK, so we took a couple of hits from the 'crack pipe' of what was very good quality skunk, but 15 minutes later, still nothing was happening. Then Michael proposed doing some bucket hits (gravity bong). I agreed. He did everything, set up the bucket, filled it with water, prepared the plastic bottle, etc.<br>
We took a huge glass pipe and filled it with approx. 0.5g of the skunk. He did the set-up and I was the first one to take the hit. OK, so I took it, big deal.<br>
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<whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosh><br>
<cough cough><br>
<more coughing><br>
<still coughing><br>
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OK, I was able to breathe again. I felt the hit, but still nothing was happening. Now it was Mary's turn. She turned to me and said 'Maybe I shouldn't do this' and then I said 'No, it's prefectly okay, do it'. She was hesitating but she took the hit.<br>
And then...<br>
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THE SCARIEST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE BEGAN...<br>
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She took the bucket hit and she didn't cough. She turned red. Her whole face was red. She looked at me. She couldn't even cough it out. She couldn't breathe. Meanwhile, my hit started really affecting me. Everything slowed down 10x. Trails were starting to appear. My heart was beating veeery fast, way too fast. I was really scared, but it was only the beginning.<br>
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Now Mary looks at me and I see terror and a silent scream in her eyes 'Help me I can't breathe'. I take her to her room. She's trying to show me that she can't breathe, she can't cough that shit out. A 'movie' starts forming in my head. I gave her the acid, I convinced her to do the hit, now I am responsible and she looks like she's dying in front of me. I make her sit on her bed and look deeply in her eyes. 'Do you want me to call an ambulance?'. She shakes her head. Mary's father is a policeman so my terror was overtaking me. Now thoughts of guilt and fear start overtaking my mind.<br>
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Finally, after what seemed like ages, she exhaled a cloud of smoke and started crying. The thoughts in my head were even worse now 'Why is she crying? What did I do to her?'. This became almost psychotic. I sat beside her on the bed and that was when the bucket hit really affected me. Everything suddenly went 2D, cartoon-like. I didn't see any depth in my vision. It was like falling away from a flat screen. I didn't know it was the weed. I felt extremely petrified. My girlfiend's hands grew veeeeeeeeeery long and suddenly I couldn't recognize her. <br>
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'Who is this girl?' I though. Then she looked like my English teacher, then like my mother, then like some other girl. 'Who is she?' I though. 'Who am I?' was another thought. Terror. Fear. 'What is happening? How am I going to survive in a 2D world'? It was 18:10, approx. 5 mins after my bucket hit.<br>
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My girlfriend stood up and I tried to say something 'happy' to cheer her up or just to ground us because I saw my fear in her eyes. I said 'We are on LSD, we are coming up'. And then I felt it. Oh My God!!! I couldn't understand it then, but it felt like things were happening just as I was saying them. I said 'We are coming up into higher dimensions'. And I felt it. I knew that we both felt it. It was like we were becoming ONE MIND. We tried talking, but that didn't help. It was like:<br>
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ME: What...<br>
MARY: is happening?<br>
ME: I...<br>
MARY: know<br>
ME: How...?<br>
MARY: I don't know. But...<br>
ME: what...<br>
MARY: is happening?<br>
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Looping conversations leading to the starting point. We couldn't get out of this situation. So we decided to go outside. Going through the corridor was scary, but when we came out, I was petrified. Suddenly, EVERYTHING in my field of vision started leaving LONG trails. Now imagine turning your head and not being able to recognize anything because everything was covered with trails. I held Mary as we stood near the door. I looked at her. It was completely dark, but I saw her face glowing with light. She later told me she saw the same but she also saw my thoughts as 'dreadlocks' coming from my hair to the back of my skull. :-/<br>
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So we were standing outside in the dark and she said 'Honey, I'm so scared'. Well, so was I. 'Don't worry' I said 'We are in the matrix'. And then I felt it again. We were a couple hanging inside the matrix which was infinite and a light breeze was blowing.<br>
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It was so scary that we decided to head back into the house. When we closed the door, suddenly a question came out of nowhere 'WHO AM I?'. I was walking with Mary to her room and I couldn't recognize where is up, down, left or right. I suddenly felt like Johny Depp in 'Fear and Loathing...' when he was walking like a madman, and I understood him :-) why he was walking like that.<br>
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We came back to the room and Mary just laid on her bed. I desperately wanted to keep track of time, so I looked at my cellphone. It was 18:17. This was SCARY as for me eternity has passed, ages, but it was only 7 mins. :-( I turned on the stopwatch and look at it and I was petrified. There was the hour counter, minute counter, second counter and 100ths of seconds counter which looked like this 00:00:00.74 etc. Now normally the 100ths of seconds go so fast you can't even see them. I saw them like 00.16,00.18,00.20,00.22... now I though 'If this is the way I feel 100ths of seconds, how the fuck am I going to survive a couple of hours until the acid comes down?'.<br>
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Mary asked my 'Honey, what is happening?' She had no clue. I told her 'We have to survive 45 minutes until the peak is over'. I had an idea to put on some music, one CD, until it all comes down a bit. So I took Lauryn Hill 'miseducation' and I put it on. When you take this cd and listen to it, when you put on the intro, there is a ring, like 'rrrrrrrrring' for a few seconds. For me it was an everlasting 'rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring' which couldn't end so I turned the CD player off.<br>
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Terror, fear, guilt, all were in me. I couldn't bear it. I went to another room, where Mary's brother's friends were driking. They had some different music. I danced to it (I DON'T DANCE AT ALL usually) and I was like a visualizer from Winamp. I danced for what seemed like minutes, but Mary's brother told me later it was like 6 or 7 seconds :-)<br>
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I came back to Mary and sat with her. I suddenly saw 'tunnels' of thoughts in my head. There was a small 'bubble' flowing through these tunnels. I concentrated on the bubble and everything disappeared and only the 'bubble' stayed. I mean I felt a bubble (as a mathematical point with no dimension) in my head and INFINITE space in each direction. This was the peak.<br>
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Eventually we came down at around 21:00 (3 hours later), had to drive to pick up Mary's parents, which was like 20 miles but felt like driving from New York to San Francisco. I had a couple of shots of vodka still a bit high on acid and with my pupils huge as pizza plates :-). Its funny no one noticed that :-)<br>
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The funny thing is Mary's brother's friends were all drunk and vomitting around 20:00 and they came back to life at 21:00, they woke up exactly at the time we came down.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Feb 10, 2007</td><td>Views: 13,557</td></tr>
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A lot of repressed memories and dark parts of the past are somewhere in my head, always there, projecting all that evil shit that I couldn't deal with and tried locking away. Denial is a tool we all use, if it's blaming others for things you did, if it's irrational rage at the world, or just being pissed off at your girlfriend that dumped you for not thinking about her at all. My weekly sessions with my psychologist should have taught me that the barrier between the things we lock away and day to day life help us cope with reality.
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So when I bought a shitload of LSD, I should have thought about that. A triple dose, just to check out if this stuff is for real, and I was propelled into a beautiful daytime trip, enjoying relaxing music, seeing the beauty of nature and just having a great time hallucinating. I opted not to smoke marijuana to 'enhance' the trip, favoring a more lucid route.
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The next day, I had smoked some weed prior to going to my psychologist, 20 hours after the end of the trip - and a bit of that state of mind came back. I was more open than I usually allow myself, as we both probed into the sides of my psyche I don't like. I decided not to change a subject as I usually do when introspection starts becoming a painful ordeal.
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Upon leaving the psychologist, the barrier between all the bad emotions pent up in my subconciousness and my day to day life was broken, not shattered, but enough to see that there is a flood of darkness and pain inside myself. Driving back home, I was feeling a mixture of rage and pain aimed to it's source for a change. For the next three days, I was in a hard and lonely place, my spiritual pains starting to manifest physically. Until I went to a party, took another dose of the acid and danced like there's no tomorrow.
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Again, after I woke up, I saw that the wall skillfully built around my past was broken down again. I am now swamped with self loathing and hatred, I am having trouble with day to day tasks that never bothered me before, feeling more detached, less REAL. Identity slowly fading to a sum of all the crap in my past, and dealing with it is no easy task.
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The opening of the gates to the subconciousness is not something to be taken lightly - my trips were spectacularly enjoyable, but left a vulnerability that was not there before. Accelerating the progress of my healing in a way, helping me see with what I need to cope with, is one way you can look at it, as my psychologist has commented since that facing the parts that you don't like in your mind is the first important step to correcting the problem. Knowledge of not being psychologically stable at the moment of taking this drug was there. Other than that, the set and setting were perfect. The quality of the LSD is top notch, with the highest purity I have tried ever. There is no body load whatsoever, no loops, no muddled thought and no confusion but rather a spiritual experience.
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But the other way to look at what LSD did to me is much simpler. I was psychologically not fit to take a deep psychedelic substance, and took it anyways, something that fitted perfectly with my need to escape from reality. I have since been on the border of breaking down. Lack of energy, zoning out, overcomplicating everything simple in order to excuse myself from doing it, self loathing, hatred aimed towards everything, fear of others, fear of myself, and most of all, a hollowness that can be felt throughout my soul.
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I broke down a wall, but I wasn't prepared for what's on the other side. I just wanted to escape. I escaped from a dark room and find myself in a dungeon.<!-- End Body -->
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Mindset:
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Having done acid for the first time previously less that a few days before this trip, and having found it to be a truly mind expanding, soul cleaning, positive, wonderful, and fulfilling experience, my personal mindset for this particular trip could not have been better.
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Myself and two other close friends, both of whom had been present at my first trip, which also happened to be collectively, our first trip. We decided to plan a trip into a small country house located in a small village somewhere along the west cost of the UK. As with any well planed trip we came prepared with all the usual suspects, namely shit loads of top notch music, some hash, food, an open mind and youthful sprit. When we arrived it was within an hour of dusk. We each dropped a trip of strong acid. As we waited for the trip to come on, lets call him bob, set up the sound system, while I rolled a joint. Nothing like a smoke to kill the jittery first hour or so before the onset of the trip. In retrospect nothing could have prepared me for this trip.
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To set the scene, we were in a large 120 year old house, the kind with walls that are about 11’ft high. The walls were ordained with green wallpaper depicting flowers, and vines. The carpets are red and cream also with interesting visual patterns. We were located in one of the upstairs rooms and had moved beds and comfortable armchairs up there on a very drunken previous party. Suffice it to say there was more than enough room for the 3 of us. So there we were, the three of us, set up comfortable wise, beckoning the onset of the trip.
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As the music began to echo and reverberate through the room, I noticed that the patterns on the wall paper were starting to twirl slightly, this was about 1 hour after dropping. Within 2-3 mins I was seeing strange cartoon faces in the walls and textures appeared sharper, the trip had begun and I was loving it. In retrospect I got the most trip out this trip for some reason. The other 2 were still coming up. We decided to go for a walk around the house, it now being dusk and with poor lighting in the other rooms, they took on the twilight of the night. There was this fantastic energy flowing through my veins; I loved every blissful second.
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My recollection is slightly faded of the events on that night. We wandered the house, exploring rooms, and watching the shadows morph and attack each other, forming a vivid and brilliant visual symphony. I felt like a child again, every object having a life of its own bestowed upon it by LSD. Every nerve in my body was suddenly awakened, charged with a glories energy. We may have spent 45-60min wandering the downstairs like 3 doped-up headless chickens. The other two enjoyed the experience also.
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We then went back up stairs for a smoke. I had discovered on the pervious trip, that while on LSD I enjoyed to draw with a pen a paper. So I began, I could fell every movement of the pen as it glided over the page, and did some really nice and highly creative stuff. Again in retrospect LSD unlocked in me the ability to draw and not only when I’m on it, so I recommend that everyone give it a go. I did this for about 1 hour, stopping some times to chat to the others and laugh at things, and sometimes even trying to communicate the incomprehensible joy that is LSD, finding that a knowing glance is all it takes. This was one of the most pleasant and relaxing times in my life.
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For a change scene we migrated into one of the other rooms. It was small and had no working lights, and a bed. The others got up and stood on the bed and started laughing and walking around on the bed, then left the room. I had to give this a try. By this time I was tripping balls and the world had become a complete symphony which I had become completely immersed in, it was awesome. Getting up on the bed I stood there, and couldn’t not see what all the fuse was about, then as I walked around, it felt like a water bed, I stared to sink into it laughing my arse off. I got off the bed and proceeded to look out the window and I began to hallucinate. I saw this army guy swinging in a tree just outside the window dressed in full military fatigue with a gun, and some other really cool shit. I called the other two back in to have a look, but they failed to see anything. For some reason they weren’t trip as hard as me.
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I went back into one of the other rooms to relax, chill and begin to draw again. I did this for a while. The next thing I know, after drawing some great stuff, was that when the other 2 talked to me there voices sounded metallic and echoed. I was really wasted, they asked me if I was ok, and I reassured them that I was. I was loving every second of this. Then the other two went back into the other room where the music setup was. I stayed alone in the other room drawing for about 30 mins drawing. Then bob came in to get me and took me back into the other room for a smoke.
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I’m not sure what happened next but as I sat there I had this wave of joy, and extreme lack of concern for every thing, as I just experienced pure, simple elementary existence. As far as I could see all that existed was my joy. It was the most peaceful I have ever felt and something I will never forget. I think my friends were getting concerned about me, the ask me if I was ok, I could not even talk I just sat there nodded and smiled. I will never forget that feeling. I think it lasted for 5mins. It was extremely profound. After that extreme high the trip began to decline.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Feb 15, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,205</td></tr>
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I tried acid for my first time a couple of weeks ago on a Friday night before my second semester of classes began. It was supposed to be my last night of indulgence so I could start this semester fresh and not let my grades slip again because of excessive partying and mostly pot-associated laziness. One of my best friends and semi drug-mentor, knew I wanted to try it, and always supportive of me, decided to purchase some for himself, my boyfriend and I, and several other people.
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We planned to meet at my friends house around 7 pm but because of an intense and very emotional fight with an ex-boyfriend I decided I wanted the night to get going sooner, and my new boyfriend and I took our first tablets at around 5:30. However, we both were extremely nervous to because I was just in a very strange place mentally, both so upset at my ex, but unable to really decide if I was over him and ready to really begin something with my new boyfriend. He knew I was really unsettled and nervous about having a bad trip because of it, and gave me some wonderful advice, since he is to say the least, an experienced drug user. He said, 'Jo, just remember, acid does not take over your body and mind, it's still you inside, and it's your mind, you control your trip.' And with that I took my tablet.
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For the next hour or so I was filled with anticipation for my trip to begin. I have done shrooms before and had at least very intersting experiences and was fully ready to know the difference in the two drugs. So, I looked at some artwork, had some nice conversation with other people about their own LSD uses and experiances, and then it finally hit me.
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I felt suddenly drunk, and incredibly happy. I loved life and just wanted to experiance it. Everyone made me smile. I sat and took some bong hits with my friend who had gotten the acid for us, while my boyfriend went and got some food. We always have good conversation but tonite he just really understood me. He was pretty incoherant though, at least more so than I've ever been used to seeing him, because he had already take three tablets, starting at around 3 in the afternoon.
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Eventually I began talking to some friends of his that stopped by who I didn't really know. At first I felt incredibly awkward and embarrassed and felt that everything I was saying was weird, and didn't enjoy the convo that much. However, after I began telling them that I was tripping and embraced my confusion of the world and just went with it, the situation improved immensely. It's comparable to a drunk who knows they are just so fucked up and not making sence that they just laugh and admit it, and go about the night just reminding everyone they are 'so drunk right now!'
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Then I left that room and sat with a girl friend of mine while we watched another experianced tripper dance with glow sticks for us. We huddled on the couch together in awe by his dancing. It truly was beautiful. It really made me aware of the connection between the drug and music industry. When I was on acid and the music stopped, it felt like life ended, music absoluetly engulfed my mind and body. And it was at this point I remember thinking how all that acid is, is a gateway to another world. I truly felt as though I had left what I knew and was somewhere else that only few people get to visit. This was an amazing feeling, yet at times too intense and slightly frightening, only because of how much we seemed hypnotized by the dancing.
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Then my boyfriend returned and we went for a walk in the rain. It is at this point my trip begins to amaze me. Every house, tree, puddle, was undescribably enchanting. We spend maybe an hour outside walking around the block, just talking to each other, holding each other and looking around. I had such an amazing time joking around, laughing and admiring nature with him that I started to truly fall in love with him.
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He no longer was a just a nice, attractive boy had romantic relations with, but turned into my best friend. I have never had more fun with a single person ever. It is very hard to describe well enough that it doesn't just sound sappy. But honestly, I had the best conversations, most amazing fits of laughter, and a constant smile on my face. Also, my boyfriend is already attractive but mixed with LSD I noticed that anyone who I already do find attractive gets that much more good-looking, so I truly enjoyed looking at him and watching him laugh.
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We went to another party but after only staying around 15 minutes just decided to go back to his apartment. I then sat with his puppy and had another increadible moment in my trip. I've never felt such an outpour of love. The puppy had never seemed to look at me with such loving eyes. She even seemed to know that I was tripping, and just was so content sitting with me and being cuddled, it was wonderful. All my boyfriend and I could talk about was how this was the best night we've had.
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When we were kissing and cuddling closely our breathing began to form a pattern and we began to feel as though we were connected internally somehow. We also had been for the entire night finishing eachothers sentences, and this evolved to a point where we didn't even need to talk, it was enough to stare into each others eyes to know what the other wanted to say. It was perfect.
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After several more hours of us just laying together his roomates came home with left over jello shots. I quickly injested about 8-10 in an attempt to prolong my trip, I honestly never wanted it to end. I then smoked about 2-3 bong hits, which by the way, I've never taken bigger or more efficient hits than that night, I believe LSD makes me take the BEST hits ever. Then I stayed up talking and laughing constantly for another hour or so, it was around three am when this little late-night round two began.
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After a while I finally retired to bed because I was just physically exhausted and not feeling the best, probably from the alcohol. This was around 5 am. I slept soundly until about 8:30 in the morning, woke up to a slightly uncomfortable stomach but then quickly decided to sleep off the small hangover and I then fell asleep till noon. We then went out to breakfast and I felt fine the rest of the day, only having a slight headache.
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I will never forget my acid trip. But I do not plan on doing it again anytime too soon because, first of all, I don't want to ever ruin the amazing experiance that I had on it by having a bad trip the second time, and 2nd, it scares me how much I enjoyed it and think it's better if I don't start making that a habbit.
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But regardless, I am thrilled I did it, and feel so lucky to have had the experience I did. I think it makes bonds between those in love, or about to fall in love so much stronger. It by far was the most intense enjoyment I've ever felt by just being with a person of the opposite sex, and believe that that one night will always be one of the strongest factors in staying with my boyfriend. That was the epitome of the connection I ultimately want with the person I marry, and having been able to so already makes life seem so much brighter for the future. Because of that experience I feel so much more a part of him; body, mind, and soul. Acid allowed me to open my mind to letting someone else in and truly experiencing a night of love and euphoria I may never have let myself feel.<!-- End Body -->
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My first time using LSD was one of the most amazing experiences of my life time. I have been smoking pot for quite some time and just started experimenting with halluginegens. I had tripped on mushrooms and salvia divinorum several times and DXM once before I decided to try acid. My friend called me to tell me he could get me some acid if I wanted it, so I bought 5 hits for myself and was planning on taking it the next day before going to the Camp Verde hot springs to camp. When I told my friend Jessica she got very excited so I talked to my friend again and bought 5 hits for her too.
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The next day we took the acid in my dorm room at about 3:00 in the afternoon. Jessica only took 4 and sold her other hit to another friend who was going. Jess and I had to wait for about 45 minutes for our ride to get there. I was slowly beginning to feel not quite normal when Jess came to my room, saying she didn't want to be alone. We both agreed we were a little fucked up. We started to get kind of giggly and objects were beginning to be surrounded by rainbows of light coming in through the window. Things were given rainbow trails when I moved my head.
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I went downstairs to my friend's room to see if he was there and stopped on the way to stare at the gloss coating of the cement in the stairwell as it flowed like water, carrying footprints with it. My friend wasn't there, and when I got back Jess was excited to see me. We sat and stared at things for a while until I decided to weigh out an ounce of mushrooms to bring along for my friends. This took a very long time but I eventually finished and put them in a camera case with a box of baggies, some syrian rue, and my digital scale.
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By the time my friend arrived to pick us up we were tripping pretty hard. We grabbed all our stuff and headed down to his car. As we were packing the trunk I beat on my hand drum to listen to the echos coming of the building. It took about 40 minutes to drive south from Flagstaff, AZ to Camp Verde, during which Jess and I sat in the back like little kids on a road trip, staring out the windows and asking non-sensical questions. The 40 minutes felt much longer. Just outside Camp Verde we got onto a bumpy dirt road winding around the contours of mountains through a river valley.
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We were told we'd be on this road for an hour before reaching our stop. Jess and I couldn't believe it, the 40 minutes had already seemed like forever. Rocks in the sides of hills took strange shapes and the landscape filled us with awe. I was asking if we were lost about every 10 minutes. Jess and I were constantly afraid for our lives as we wound up and down mountains on the tiny road with no guardrails, but cheerfully so. The sun set on the way, making a beautiful color on the mountainous horizon.
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When we finally arrived it was dark and we were glad to stretch our legs. We were meeting more friends at the springs, but we had no cell phone coverage, the springs were about a mile hike away and we didn't have any idea how to get there. We found a friendly hippy who was sitting outside his van with friends and I agreed to give him an eighth of mushrooms in return for guiding us to the springs.
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Nobody had a light and the terrain was rocky so Jess and I walked together, talking happily and catching eachother as we would trip on unseen objects. We again felt like little kids, always getting behind, laughing, and asking somewhat pointless questions. Ocassional patches of sand were incredibly strange sensations. In the darkness every large rock seemed like a curled up human. I could hear footsteps behind and in front of me, making it seem like I was part of an invisible, moving crowd.
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Jess and I both noticed light coming from behind us on occasion, but it never had a source. There were more rainbows, in the form of strings, making up nets and grid patterns to the side. Unseen branches hanging over the path and hitting us in the faces caused me to hallucinate fake ones in rainbow color. It was at this point the I was the most in control of my visuals. I got rid of the unseen crowd because it was freaking me out a little bit, and then created my own personal iridescent 3D spherical force field around myself.
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After about a mile of hiking we reached a fast moving river which we had to ford. I was cold and waist deep and we had to lean sideways to not be swept away, carrying our belongings above our waists. Jessica and I were tripping very hard and this was quite an endeavor. At the end of the ford I payed our guide, whose name was Rennick, then gave my other 2 companions their mushrooms before walking a little farther and finally arriving at the springs.
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Our friends weren't there and we were confused but also cold so we went into one of the springs. It was a small rectangular pool inside a stone room painted with many images from previous visitors. We sat in its warmth and I found that by lifting my hands from the water I could manipulate the steam that came off of them. I sold some more mushrooms to some cool people who were there when we got there. I smoked some pot out of a pipe that was offered to me by a cool old kinda fat guy who later bought some mushrooms. He sang songs and told us storys from his lifetime. I later found out that the pipe and weed had belonged to a man that he knew who was murdered in an argument fueled by speed and alcohol. That tripped us out. We looked in wonder at the paintings on the walls. After quite some time our friends arrived, late, and I was surrounded by familiar people. They were all drinking wine so I got to have some good red wine in the comfort of the spring. Jess and I were still both very happy and I felt positive vibes from her all night.
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When we had been in the comfort of the springs for quite some time we decided it was time to go back and set up our camp. On the way back we had flashlights and got to see the whole endeavor in the light, which was interesting. At the camp we set up my tent and then all huddled in one of my friends tents, eating granola and chocolate and covering ourselves with blankets to stay warm.
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Once my hands warmed up I played a little guitar before laying down and cuddling with Jess until the rest of our party returned from the hot springs. Everybody seemed set on going to sleep, so although we weren't tired Jessica and I went to my tent and got in our sleeping bags to stay warm. After just laying there for a while we both decided that we were not going to sleep and that cuddling had been nice. We unzipped our sleeping bags and put them together, holding eachother and carressing eachothers backs and hands all night. It was very intimate and comforting, and turned out to keep us much warmer since the night got very cold. I felt very close to my friend, and my feelings for her grew quite a bit over the night.
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In the morning we all sat in the sun and ate granola, trail mix and canned vegitables. A blunt was rolled and several people smoked it in a circle, while me and a few others played guitars and hand drums. It was a very nice day, and we left around 12:30 to head back to Flafstaff. I didn't feel bad, but a little fried and not 100%. I slept for 17 hours the next night and felt refreshed in the morning. This was an incredibly positive trip, and though I took a lot of acid, it was never overwhelming and I stayed in control the entire time.<!-- End Body -->
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It all began as a simple night of rolling at a house party, I ate one green scorpion and snorted a little piece of one. Rolled nicely all night, and smoked plenty of bowls. Met a lot of good folks, including the person I experienced this day trip with. He will be referred to from here on in as J, Me and him got to talking about psychedelics whilst smoking many a bowl of juicy fruit.
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I mentioned that I had a small amount of 2C-I left, and during the course of the night it was decided that we would split the dose I had left, and he would split a blotter of LSD with me. The night wore on and in the morning we headed back to his house to pick up the dose. When we got there he retrieved his stash, opened it up,and proceeded to give me a full blotter (dancing elephants) and he ate a full one too. While he was digging around in his stash he noticed a bag of mushrooms, pulled them out, and we split the bag, him eating 1 gram, me eating 3 grams and a few chunks.
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Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span>
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We then drove to my house to eat the dose of 2C-I. (NOTE: DO NOT EVER EVER DRIVE ON PSYCHEDELICS,WE WERE STUPID AND WE PAID THE PRICE LATER ON) ate the dose of 9 mg 2C-I per person, and drove to the park to play some disc golf. It was really cold and pretty windy and we were both starting to trip a little bit. So we drove to this other park to go on a nature hike to a spot J knew of, I saw people in ninja costumes running around in a field on the way there. I dropped my cell fone twice getting out of the car, so J (very wisely as you will see later on) suggested I just leave it in the car.
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We arrived at the nature trail, and the visuals were beginning to get beautiful. The moss on the old archway above the trail was patterning quite heavily, and the leaves on the ground were beginning to form very natural simple fractals. I was beginning to notice letters in the patterns. This would form a central component of the trip later on.
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We walked for about 10 minutes, went over an awesome bridge over a dry ravine area, and arrived at a ravine with a large log to sit on and smoke a bowl of juicy fruit. In the ravine was a river flowing, and a lot of dead plants. Right across the ravine was a small Indian village(I live in the Midwest) and they had a red mask in a tree, signifying there territory. We sat and smoked a large bowl of juicy fruit, which kicked all 3 parts of the trip into high gear. I couldn’t tell what was affecting me the most, its like all 3 agents combined to make one super compound in my brain lol.
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I looked at J’s face and it was covered with letters. The trees were all moving, dancing, looked like they were attempting to speak to us. J told me the log we had been sitting on had been carved on by many people,so we stood up to take a look. I have absolutely no idea how many of the letters I saw were actually there, there must have been hundreds of ppl carving into this log. I saw letters deep down into the very skin of the log. layering and changing and always there, I couldn’t blink them away no matter how hard I tried, it was a complete chaos of language, most of the letters were English, but I caught a few of the pre-modern hieroglyphics that I have seen on dmt before.
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We decided to continue along the trail to another spot that J has tripped at before. On the way there we notice these leaves on the ground,kind of shaped like a large purple pea pod. As we continue through this area I noticed that the very leaves themselves seemed to be arranged into words. I pointed this out to J and at one point we had to stop and look because we were CONVINCED that the leaves were arranged to communicate with us.
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We see the cool area off to the side, and leave the trail to go to it. This area is extremely cool, resembles a tree cave. The trees seem to be bending over to form a cave like structure, it is a very cool area in the middle of the day. We walked through this area for a little while, trip getting stronger by the second. I began to feel a presence, like the entire earth was alive. This feeling got more ever present as I began noticing it more and more.
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At this point we saw the bridge we had walked over earlier, and decided to turn around and head back to the trail. We began to get a little lost, but just kept going with the flow of the trip. I noticed birds around us, and J began to make bird calls. The birds kept appearing out of nowhere, and getting much louder. The birds began to call to other birds far away, sounded like they were communicating “Hey guys come look at these 2”. When I noticed this I laughed very hard. When I laughed the birds began making very happy cries, sounded JUST like they were laughing back at me. This made me very happy and we continued to communicate with the birds. This is definitely one of the coolest things that has ever happened to me on any psychedelic.
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We then noticed that we had no idea where we were, so we decided to just follow the birds. We began to get MEGA lost in the woods, and the trip started to turn a little sour for me. It was not scary at this point yet, it would become a lot more so later. The bird led us through a very dead swampy muddy area. As we were walking we noticed that all the trees were dead in this area, no pines, and began to feel the cycle of death that they went through, but they were still alive, just waiting for conditions to be right to explode into beauty again. This touched me very deeply as I have been going through a depressing part of my life recently, being stuck at home a lot and kind of drifting without any purpose in my life. The depression has been affecting every aspect of my life,including my art and writing (I haven’t been doing much of either lately).
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Eventually we were out of the marshy area, still following the birds, and the trees began to clear. We then noticed that wow, theres our car. The bird led us RIGHT to our car, we came out of the woods maybe 20 feet from it. We decided to make the short drive to the next park over, to check out what was going on there.(DON’T DRIVE DON’T DRIVE DON’T DRIVE!!!!)
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We made it to the next park, stopped at a large field, and got out of the car to go check out some cool statues of humans. This area was a large open field and it was all very trippy, visuals everywhere in the sky, that I have not seen the likes of before. Very smooth, well delineated, and crisp fractals, playing off the various colors of tree and sky and ground.
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As we were walking over the field, a jet plane flew over is, it was EXTREMELY low. The sound and presence of the plane instantly changed the direction of my trip. I began to feel very vulnerable out in the open, and started to freak a little bit. I looked over at J and could see that the plane had done exactly the same thing to him. We decided to drive back to his house. (DUMB DUMB DUMB DUMB!!!!!) As the drive wore on, I began to spiral deeper and deeper into a more and more confusing, threatening trip.
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At 2 distinct points in the drive, once at a stoplight and once while turning, we BOTH heard very strange noises, sounded extremely alien and weird. The first noise I could hear it my head, it definitely wasn’t coming from outside, and I could also feel it in my mind. It seemed like it was a frequency that was tuning my thoughts to a very strange place. The second noise did the same thing but I don’t remember much of what it sounded like. The first noise sounded like an old movie sound effect, like an alien spaceship hovering, very spacious and just NOT HUMAN sounding. I know that J heard both of these noises because both times it happened I looked over at him and asked “Dude did you just….” And he looked at me with a look of shock on his face and nodded his head.
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As we drove the trip just started to get to be too much for me to handle. I began to notice evidence of humans fucking up the world all around me. Every house and rock had human faces in it, this was definitely visuals of the same underlying ground as the log at the beginning of the trip. There were many hyper-synchronistic moments throughout this trip. I saw people in trees and the sky and everywhere, not including the people who were actually walking around. The fact that we were driving and we were both tripping our faces off began to really fuck with me, and I know it fucked with J too because he remarked to me “Man I'm just gonna drop you off at your house, go home and try to sleep this off.” I agreed very much with him and we FINALLY made it to my house.
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Here begins the part of my story where I'd be fucked to tell any of you guys anything if I hadn’t had my video camera on my fone (remember earlier J was VERY WISE for telling me to leave it in the car? I probably would have lost it in the woods) I took 20 15 second videos of myself, between 3:38 pm and 4:07 pm, these videos definitely helped me to put all of this section of the trip into words. I went to my room, got under my blankets (getting my bed muddy as FUCK in the process) and began to try to ride out the crazy mindfuck I had gotten myself into by being in that car.(ONCE AGAIN,NEVER DRIVE ON ANY TRIP!!!)
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I will now type the notes I made of each video as I was almost completely down from the trip, at about 11 o'clock the same night, and summarize the information at the end, with more notes that I have taken.
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Video 1,3:38 PM : Light on ceiling, blue to red flashes (I later figured out this was the 3d glasses I was holding over the lens of the camera) turned phone at face for a split second, phone in blankets, I was getting lost in the blanket, it never seemed to end. I pulled and pulled and they just would not END!!! I then decided to get my coat, a very long gray wool trenchcoat that my dad gave to me, I could feel it was soaked in his aura from the years that he wore it, and pull a pen out of my pocket to write some of this down, but I could never find the pen because I got into a major time loop with the jacket, I would pull and pull with both hand and the same parts of the jacket kept coming back in front of me, IDENTICAL sections of the jacket, it freaked me out a little bit. I was able to pull myself out of this loop. But barely.
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Video 2,3:41 PM : blue to red lights, me breathing heavily and starting to make sounds like I'm attempting to communicate the depths of my extreme psychedelic brutalization. At this point I begin to have no control over my thoughts whatsoever, a chaotic spiral of increasingly unexplainable emotions, mixes of emotions, emotions I don’t really have a name for. The one that sticks out like a sore thumb is this WILD combination of JOY and unrelenting horrible terror/frightened awe of what I was experiencing. Ying/Yang, creation/destruction, all that duality jazzed got beaten into me with a blunt psychic hammer, I can no longer deny any of that. This was almost too much for my relatively un-seasoned mind to handle.
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Video 3,3:43 PM : In this video its obvious I was pretty much convulsing, VERY heavy breathing and wildy swung around camera, blankets, walls, ceiling all seen in rapid succession. Near the end of the video I begin to make very odd noises, guttural, definitely unlike any noise I have ever made, almost like growling. I'm pretty sure this was me.
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Video 4 3:44 : At this point in taking these notes I remember that I was just messing with the effects on my camera and the 3d glasses to try and attempt to communicate this massive surge of sensory overload I was experiencing. Underneath blanket for pretty much duration of video. A quick flash of my face, more noises, I think I'm trying to say words along the lines of “Stick with it. Persevere. Go with the flow”
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Video 5 3:47 : Starts with white light, I'm still convulsing, still making guttural noises. A flash of my face, I then say “Oh yeah” in a happy tone of voice. I think this was one of the more down moments of the trip, when I could kind of control my thoughts. At end of video “If you can do it, do it” heard very clearly.
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Videos 6 &amp; 7 Are just the ceiling light.
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Video 8 3:50 this is one of the only videos I do not remember at all. At this point I could barely tell I was in my room. Begins with blinding white light, waving phone all around, then I hear myself begin to speak audible words, but they are not in English. That’s right kids, I caught myself on video speaking in toungues. The phrase is heard very clearly. It is “Shtellbe Shayga,Gabbada,Gabbada,GANDO” the freakiest part of this is that the second time I say gabbada, there are VERY CLEARLY TWO VOICES SPEAKING!!! Freaky huh?
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Video 9 3:50 a one second video of the ceiling light. I'm pretty sure at this point I remember me just looking through the lens of the camera, and comparing the visuals on the ceiling to the visuals inside the cameras view of the ceiling, and accidentally hitting the take video button.
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Video 10 3:53 talking, definitely not all in English, long string of unintelligible gibberish, ”Glossolalia will get you” heard very clearly though in the middle of the gibberish phrase.
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Video 11 3:54 “hadasey” and “ungatassassa” heard very clearly.
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Video 12 3:55 : Me looking at phone steadily, hitting lens with finger.
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Video 13 3:56 : Me hitting myself in the face with phone, I think I had it in my mouth too.
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Video 14 3:57 : Me counting along with the timer on the phone, but almost a full second behind. Time has no meaning at this point. I remember looking at the time several times, and being amazed by the complete slowness of it that I was experiencing…definitely EXTREME time dilation.
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Video 15 3:58 : A few random numbers counting along with the time, definitely still almost a full second behind, this one I KNOW I put the phone in my mouth, I see teeth and toungue for a split second.
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Video 16 3:59 “Give it as much as you can”, counting, voice sounds VERY WEIRD.
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Video 17 3:59 : Happy laughter heard, don’t remember much of this part of the trip.
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Video 18 4:00 PM : Ceiling light.
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Video 19 4:05 : Me playing djembe, I'm relatively sober at this point, compared to where I was 15 minutes ago.
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Video 20 4:07 : More djembe playing, its shittily played but I was trying to convey some sort of underlying life rhythm that was VERY complex that I had my head at this point, will definitely work more on this.
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Whew, thanks for reading through that if you did. This trip has been one of the most eye opening experiences of my life. I came face to face with the underlying consciousness grid, god, gaian supermind, universal consciousness, whatever you want to call it. I came brutally face to face with it, and I now know that psychedelics must be held in the utmost respect, they can definitely be a brutal mental experience. I don’t suggest that anyone who is not a serious psychonaut attempt to undertake a trip of this nature, definitely not combining all 3 of these elements until you have had a good amount of experience with the extreme states of each one under your belt, because they multiply upon each other in a most perplexing and overwhelming way. What we did by driving was very stupid, both of us definitely learned to NEVER do that again. Please don’t bitch at me for driving too much, I do deserve some punishment tho, but I think I got that punishment for the overwhelming fear I felt during the drive.
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I'm taking the video fone with me everwhere now, it helped me to truly understand some of the concepts I had in my mind mid trip, and to bring back some of that information with me.
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This is something that only happened a couple days ago, so I am still coming to terms with it. It is also very hard to explain or understand unless you've been there, but bear with me.
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I had received a piece of paper from a friend way back in July, and had immediately put in in my freezer for safe keeping. I had never done LSD before, and I wanted to wait for an opportune time to have a good experience. Back in May, I had had a rather disturbing trip on foxy, and I had been cautious about tripping again ever since.
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I started thinking about the paper being in my freezer earlier in the week, knowing it was going to be nice outside on Saturday, and really wanting to trip as I felt my mind had been stagnant all this time. Plus I wanted to make sure I could handle it on my own, knowing that if I could, I would be able to handle it with other people.
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So I put the paper on my tounge at around 5:30 and left it there for about 25 minutes. Initially, I didn't think anything was going to happen, and I was sitting at my computer having a slight body buzz. Then after an unknown amount of time passed, I found myself sitting indian-style in the center of my room, not knowing how I got there or how long I'd been sitting there.
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The next couple of hours went like any other trip in that I had some beautiful visuals, except I could definitely feel a difference in how it affected my mind as opposed to shrooms or foxy. I was occasionally on the phone with some friends in Indiana who were also tripping, and I had some random visitors, but mostly I was alone around my house; dancing to music, watching some visualizors on winamp, going outside and enjoying the peace I always experience on nature. The body buzz was very intense, my legs were shaking so hard that whatever surface I was sitting on vibrated.
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At around 11 I believe, I got a call from the friend who had given it to me, and he was in town so he said he was coming over for a visit. He got here and we started on a walk around my neighborhood, and my trip was feeling like it was winding down, aside from the fact that I still felt fairly jittery. On the way home he pulled out and prepared some Cannabis, and I thought it might be a good idea, as I knew it would chill me out and relax my body some. I didn't feel like I was tripping anymore, the hit seemed pretty weak, so even though I had received some warnings about smoking and tripping, I decided I would be okay. We smoked all the way back to my house, and then sat out back and smoked and talked some more.
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Suddenly from the next court over I heard what sounded like someone yelling. I thought maybe I was having auditory hallucinations, but I looked over at my friend and he was reacting to it as well. He started walking over towards the sound of what was a couple breaking up. It was dark so we couldn't really make out what was going on, but I am fairly sure at one point or another someone hit someone else, probably more than once.
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I was hesitant to follow, as I could only see what I thought was one person sitting on the ground, and I thought it was the girl and didn't know where the guy was, thinking he might jump out at us from anywhere. As it turns out the guy was laying on the ground and the girl was kneeling next to him. My friend later told me that the guy had just fallen down. After a few minutes of us standing there asking if he was ok and what he was on, the guy said 'just had too much to drink, man' and we turned around and headed back, not really knowing what else to do. The couple continued breaking up until a neighbor told them to leave, and then they were gone.
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We went back and sat down, smoked a little more, not really believing that that had just happened. I was fine, just a little shaky, or so I thought. Then I closed my eyes and saw some very beautiful closed-eye visuals forming, and then when I opened them again, they were still there. I started freaking out, as when my trip went bad last time, this exact same thing happened, and I took it as an indicator. I told my friend I was flipping out, and we headed inside.
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Now, the fractal pattern that was threatening to obscure my vision faded away. But I was having trouble functioning. I could only perceive certain aspects of reality at certain times. My friend stood right in front of me with his hands on my shoulders, but all of a sudden he would disappear. It felt like the blood was rushing through my body so fast that any touch sensations I might have had were completely muffled by it.
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I started to question whether or not I was there. I would appear to not be there unless I focused all of my attention to looking down on myself, seeing my body. I couldn't hear what my friend was saying unless I focused everything on that, and then if I said something in reply, soon after I would begin to wonder if I had actually said anything out loud, or if the conversation had taken place at all. As far as hallucinations went, nothing looked out of the ordinary aside from the fact that I could only focus on small portions of my field of vision at a time, everything else would disappear, as I kept doing and so did my friend.
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The best way to explain it would be it was as though every individual sensory input that usually works with all the others to create reality was firing at me extremely intensely, only one at a time. If I was listening to something, I couldn't feel, see, or anything else. I started to question my actually being there because with everything so broken up I didn't understand where reality was.
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This went on from probably about 12:30 to around 6 or 7 in the morning. My friend left around 3:30, and I was tired but unable to sleep. I had been trying a great many things to bring reality back; we had attempted a board game, I tried smoking a cigarette, watching t.v., listening to music, changing the setting of where I was, anything that was condusive to normalcy. Nothing worked. Slowly towards the end, it was as though the different pieces of reality started quilting themselves back together, and eventually my world was whole again.
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I knew eventually I would get back to normal and I never lost sight of that. Towards the end I found it almost fascinating because I could focus whatever aspect of perception I needed at any given time, if I needed to hear something, I could focus my attention on that, and the same applied to all of them. I just couldn't make more than one happen at once.
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The overall experience was extremely intense, and I now feel as though there's something there to be learned, though I have yet to figure it out. It was not overly negative but I do think it was much more than I can handle, and I do not think I will be smoking while tripping any time soon, or ever again most likely. Having reality somewhat stiffled is what makes tripping amazing, but having it completely gone is an entirely different experience, one which I don't think I want to have again.<!-- End Body -->
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Where do we start? In the begining is a good place. The time, a typical friday night, just three friends hanging out. My and my good friend Sally had been talking about different experiences and drugs we've tried and we decided to drop some acid and experience what that's like together. Sally has a roomate, Jane, who had previously tried other drugs and was also curious about trying it. So we got some and divided it up and ate one and sat down to watch the Wizard of Oz. As we are waiting for our trip to hit us we felt the usual giddiness and started just talking about different feelings and how each was experiencing them. We walked out on to our porch and watched tree's blowing in the wind, and just experienced the beauty of nature when we decided to take one more hit and then go on a drive to a park and chill looking at the stars and be out in nature. This is where our trip really starts.
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We get out to this park, but the sky is overcast and we can't see any stars at this time. So we just talk about standing in the sand of the volleyball courts and the feeling of the wind and the way lights would just flash out of no where. We decide to drive out to a swamp that had a walking observation deck that went out into the middle of this flat prarie like swamp to view the few stars that had started coming out of the clouds. We get out and start walking out on the obs. deck when we notice one star off in the distance in the exact direction we are walking on the obs. deck.
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We started pointing and talking about how we were the three wise men heading out to Bethlahem. When we get out we lay down and just experience the small amount of stars that had started coming out. They would explode and echo off of each other. Sally described it as the music videos of Ah-ha where they have the neon lights outlining everything we as they danced. We head back to our car when another car pulls up behind us and starts to freak us out a little bit. We hurry and get out of there and start heading back to the apartment and watch another movie.
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As we get back we are all sitting in our car not wanting to get out, but feeling as though we need to still be going somewhere. What we later described as what 'tripping' really meant when people first came up with calling it that. We get out of the car but Jane felt like she was trapped in the back seat of the car. We get her out and we walk into the apt. Jane starts having a bad trip, to put it lightly, and starts not being able to grasp what was going on or even realize she is living or tripping.
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She started crying, then throwing a little fit, laying on the ground kind of spasming, moving around. Then, she starts totally freaking out, talking about how she needs to have someone here that isn't tripping to get her out of the trip. It's hard to explain from here. We get a couple strait sitters with us and try to talk her down, but she keeps screaming and nothing will pacify her. She got so confused about the idea that we had not been pursuing any ultimate goal while we were out on our 'trip'. We try and have her realize real life and what she is doing, like doing something familiar to get her to catch herself and then laugh it off, but she just couldn't grasp it.
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From here on out it becomes very explicit and personal. Words can't explain what was going through Sally and mine's head or what happened visually. We wanted to feel bad, but couldn't get off of our high of laughing and joking about stuff even while she is screaming. The outcome involved half the apartment complex, a dozen police officers, EMT which had to restrain her and give her some drug that is suppost to cancel all drugs in your system and snap her out of it.
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We ran off to our little room and experienced what seemed like what the Jews felt like when the gestapo came looking for them. We could hear them asking questions, hearing the radios, EMT's laughing about something that was happening outside. We hid it out until they took her away in a stretcher. She came back four hours later and went strait to her room.
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We ride out the remainder of our incredible trip talking to eachother about what had just happened and what kind of trouble we were/are (yet to find out) going to be in. We still are trying to remove the image of what we saw, her screams, and just general behavior after she lost it. Overall we feel strange. Not terrified, not happy, but completely strange. Thats about the deepest explanation I can give on that.
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We're now sitting here, not feeling tired, but feeling confused and awake on the whole situation. There is so much more that could be explained. The happiness we felt was incredible before and even after everything had happened. The laughter, the energy, and yet we still couldn't seem to lose that energy even when the whole world crumbled around us.
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Thinking back on it, it doesn't seem like a big thing. I would do acid again with Sally in a heartbeat. Jane, that's a definate negative but, I feel like the acid forced some issues up that needed to be brought out in the open. Fair warning to anyone who trips with someone with baggage of extreme sorts. It could turn into something you could have never of dreamed.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Mar 2, 2007</td><td>Views: 10,144</td></tr>
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Ok this was the first time I had ever done a hard drug in my life. I have always done mushrooms, so I figured that acid would be somewhat similar, just stronger. My parents were gone for a week, so it was perfect, if anything went wrong, we would have plenty of time to recover. So once we had the acid, we were pumped. We each took 4 gel tabs, and we had alot of weed ready to smoke.
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After about 25 minutes, we noticed that nothing was happening, so we decided to break out the weed. 5 minutes and about 6 joints later, I started to say 'I wasted my fucking money', but what came out was 'I'm wasted like a fucking mummy.' After about 10 minutes of non stop laughing, I noticed that the wind was blowing, and I became very indulged in nature. It was like I was a part of it, I could feel and sense everything about the tree's and the ground.
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I tryed to calm myself, but realized it was the drugs, nothing was wrong. Until I wasn't with my friends anymore, at least the friends I did the acid with. I was on a boat, in a lake. I asked myself how the hell I got there, and they all gave me a strange look, beyond strange. And then, yet again, I became strongly influenced by nature, I could feel the soft breeze, and it felt good, I could sense the roots of tree's absorbing water from the ground.
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This shouldn't have been happening, I knew the drugs were strong, but I could tell that this wasn't a drug affect. On the way in from the lake, I noticed a large bridge to my left, there was a dinosaur underneath it, trying to break it down. I just looked away and consentrated on nature. My mind was calmed by it, my mental self was so strong that I could just focus on something other than my trip. When I opened my eyes, there was a man in the water trying to kill a seagull, so I suggested we should have a BBQ. This made no sense at all, but seemed like a good idea at the time. My idea was turned down and we went home.
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After we arrived, I went for a run. A long ass run might I add. On my way back, I incountered my good friend Jeff, and we talked for a while. As we were discussing something, these two fat kids started hitting me, so I started to run, but it was like gravity was holding me back, I couldn't move fast enough. So I turned around and screamed at the top of my lungs and broke free from gravity. I ran home, to find that the house was being turned into a wendy's resteraunt.
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I closed my eyes, and went to nature, and it felt so good, I kept my eyes closed for a long time. I was convinced that if I kept them closed, I would go unconcious, and everything would be better, but it didn't work, although, when I opened my eyes, I was back, at my house, with my two friends. They kept saying 'snap out of it man, your parents will be home any minute!' I told them that there was nothing to worry about, my parents were gone for a week, I told them to snap out of it.
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After I said this, the 'out of it' kept repeating in my head, until I was completely out of it, and then, thank goodness I passed out. When I woke up, I was in the woods outside my house, laying in between two large tree's, with dirt spread ontop of my chest, and my legs were in a small puddle of water. I felt calm, and although the trip was over, I could still feel the tree's, and the soft breeze blowing on me.<!-- 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: Mar 6, 2007</td><td>Views: 7,396</td></tr>
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This experience happened yesterday and I believe that it has had and will continue to have a positive effect on my life.<br>
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It was the day of The Dead concert. I knew what kind of people went to those shows, this not being my first dead experience, and I had saved my money for weeks before hand. I had a total of $130, and I was hoping to spend it all on some tabs of acid.<br>
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It was me, my friend Rob, his dad and my other friend Mike. Out of the 4 of us I was the biggest Dead-head. On the way to the show we smoked a couple bowls and enjoyed a pleasant ride. When we finally reached the venue it was about 3:30, with 2 and a half hours to kill in the parking lot.<br>
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If you've ever been to a dead show you know that the parking lot is the place to be. All the while I was hopeful I would score, but I was really just happy to be among my fellow dead-heads. Well, 2 and a half hours flew by and we entered the venue. I now had $120, having given $10 to a homeless person.<br>
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The concert began and I had a hell-of-a time. We all danced, sang, smoked and smiled. They finished the 1st set with Casey Jones, a HUGE crowd pleaser. As we all sat down on the grass waiting for the next set I heard a faint voice in the distance. 'Doses, Doses, LSD.' I saw the chick who was selling it and stopped her. Before I knew it her partner was next to me and I was buying 3 hits of liquid LSD for $20. She put the drops in my palm and I lapped them up.<br>
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Rob watched in some-what of a stupor. The moment he was waiting for had passed him by and now I was dosed and he wasn't. Mike wasn't really interested in acid, but he just wanted to fuck himself up as much as possible that night. Rob finally snapped out of it and ran for the girl, but she was gone.<br>
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The 2nd set started. I was waiting very anxiously for the first signs. Though this was my 1st acid trip, I had researched it for the past 2 years and knew everything about it, with the exception of first-hand experience. Acid's really hard to find. <br>
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I felt the anxiety, the pressure in my pelvis, the little twinkle to the lights. It was REAL acid! Things got more and more magical as the time went on. Up in the sky I saw hundreds of butterflies flying in the dark, and I knew I was safe. I could see with great clarity; every piece of trash on the ground, the intricate patterns on people's clothes, everything. That's when I heard it again.<br>
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'Doses, doses.' Rob was all over the guy. He bought 3 drops for $30 and he bought Mike 2 hits. I bought another one and the guy, who was completely fried, sold some acid to the people behind us. But before he could move on Rob bought another drop. The total now being: Me, 4 hits. Rob, 4 hits. Mike, 2 hits.<br>
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The concert ended and we made our way to the car. The acid they had gotten hadn't kicked in yet, and neither had the extra drop I bought. From here the car ride turned magical.<br>
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I kept feeling these surges of pleasure rocketing up my spine. I had NEVER experienced something like that before. It was 5 times more pleasurable than any orgasm. I was beaming with love and happiness. The dead played an awesome set and I was on my first acid trip, it was truly a magical night.<br>
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BAM! The acid we all took kicked in. The center console on the dashboard turned into kaleidoscopic lights. Everywhere I looked I saw kaleidoscopes. Then I remembered that acid is a sacrament, and I closed my eyes. Into my head I went, hundreds of miles away. Hurtling forward in not only the car but in my head. Patterns and colors swirled behind my eyes. My spine was a-blaze with orgasmic fire. My ego was completely dead, and there was no fear, no panic.<br>
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We got home and Rob's dad and Mike went inside while me and Rob tried to get my Cds out of the car. When we emerged I looked up at the sky. 10,000 stars were twinkling up in the heavens. We ran inside only to go out on the back porch to star-gaze.<br>
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The sky was covered in millions of stars. Connecting them were the outlines of constellations I had never seen before. Stars were shooting in every direction. I don't think I will ever forget the beauty I saw in the skies that night.<br>
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We finally went inside after we thought that a dumpster under a streetlight was plotting against us. Of course we weren't truly scared, we were just re-claiming the innocence and wonder of early childhood.<br>
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Inside Mike came downstairs and we stared at the floor's amazing grooves and markings. But we knew we had to get upstairs to listen to sitar music and to smoke a little pot. Upstairs we each sank into our own chairs and filled the CD player with the spiritual sounds of Ravi Shankar. Closing my eyes I journeyed inward. Explosions of pleasure ripped through my body and the trip turned spiritual. <br>
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The evening wound down and we all fell asleep. I woke up at 9 in the morning having only slept 3 hours. I called my mom to let her know I was OK and I plopped on the couch. I was still not completely in my body at this time but I wasn't hallucinating anymore. Emotions were very deep and extraordinary. Looking back on the evening that had just happened I found myself crying with such joy for how right things had become with the universe.<br>
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Everybody woke up and we went out on the back porch so they could smoke a cig. The cloud cover overhead was beautiful, but I noticed something even more special. Straight above me was a HUGE rainbow. I asked the others if they saw it and they did, so it wasn't my mind! I really believe this was a sign of peace and happiness from the cosmos. I was so overwhelmed with the beauty of it all that a single tear rolled down my cheek.<br>
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After that I went home, showered and went to sleep for a couple hours. I awoke feeling refreshed and cleansed at 7:30 tonight. Last night's experience was very life-affirming, embracing, and beautiful. I am left with a profoundly uplifted spirit and a heart filled with love and compassion.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
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Subject: 32-year-old male
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Substance: 2 hits of LSD. 20mg fluoxetine daily
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Setting: At home on a Sunday
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Mindset: No particular worries, curiosity about effects of LSD
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My first time taking LSD was on a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon in February, towards the end of the summer in Melbourne. I have been taking 20mg fluoxetine daily for depression for most of the past 10 years. I was intrigued by the reports that fluoxetine diminishes the LSD effects.
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At 11.30 AM I cautiously cut the first of the two blotter squares (with a Pharoah picture on them) and let it stay under my tongue for a few seconds before chewing it and swallowing it. An hour passed and I felt no different. I took the other half of the first blotter square, waited another half hour and was still not feeling anything. Impulsively I took the whole other square. Then I relaxed on the couch with a book and tried to forget about the LSD altogether. Perhaps it was a weak lot of acid.
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By about 1.30 PM I was feeling distinctly different. I felt sort of hot all over, my skin felt sweaty and my limbs felt very light. When I walked it felt like I was walking on a trampoline and I was bouncing up and down. My mood became somewhat euphoric and noticed that I found it hard to communicate without giggling at the absurdity of everything that I contemplated.
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Then I noticed that objects took on a new vivacity, a sense that I was perceiving their 'true' form. All objects, including inanimate objects, seemed to be communicating their essence in a sort of emotional signal of some sort. It was like the veil of dull reality had been lifted and things became full of life. An empty clothes-rack (one of those ones in the shape of an X) became a stern-looking woman with her hands on her hips. Two bags of nuts lying on top of each other became two beautiful things in loving embrace with each other. Flowers opened to the sky in sheer joy. I stress that I was not experiencing visual hallucinations or even visual illusions - I saw no peculiar colours, shapes or patterns. What changed was the emotional valence attached to the environment.
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I decided to take the dog to the park, and when he was eagerly tugging me along the pavement it felt like my arm, holding the lead, was being pulled out from my body and visually perspective shifted when I looked at the dog so that my hand holding the lead seemed suddenly to be very far away.
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In the park I was overwhelmed by the beauty and the life surrounding me and I laid down on my back feeling the warm sun-baked grass beneath me. When I closed my eyes I noticed some flashing and moving geometrical patterns, but they weren't very intense. I got up and noticed another man roughly my age walking his dog. I was enraptured by the beauty of his masculine body, and coudn't help smiling; I felt like what I imagine a dog must feel like when he sees another dog - just bursting with the delight of mutual attraction and desire to play together. I was conscious of this feeling and able to note it objectively and not allow it to dictate my behaviour unchecked. Although I felt very physically attracted to him I did not feel aroused. It was more like I was unable to take my eyes off the visual feast that his presence embodied.
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When I passed him he said 'its a great invention isn't it?' presumably referring to the dog ball-thrower we were both using, although my first understanding of his question was that he was referring to LSD.
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After I returned home, at about 4:00 PM my boyfriend drove the car down a few blocks to the local Asian grocery store with me in the front passenger seat. I quickly understood how dangerous it would be to drive while under the influence of LSD. When I looked at roadsigns, they seemed to convey no meaning, they looked so absurd I laughed out loud.
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In the grocery store I was standing in the middle of a rather narrow aisle between rows of well-stocked shelves. When I looked up and down the aisle, the ground seemed to curve upwards, like I was at the bottom of a deep hole. I had to leave the shop because the distortion of perspective was becoming too intense.
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Out of curiosity, at some stage early in the afternoon I jacked off, but it wasn't especially different from normal, in fact probably less satisfying if anything.
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When I was sitting in the lounge-room at about 6:00 PM I looked at the clock on the wall. For a brief moment, none of the ticks (marking the hours on the clockface) seemed any more meaningful than the others, and I had to make an effort to tell the time.
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I retired to bed at about 8:30 PM and noticed that objects around the bedroom were gently breathing or slowly getting bigger then smaller.
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The next morning I felt completely normal.
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I was subsequently told that the acid was quite strong and surprise was expressed by the man who gave it to me that I took two at once, never having taken it before. Perhaps if I was not taking fluoxetine the effects would have been a lot stronger.
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A final note - I had read elsewhere that LSD is something that some people don't want to repeat for while, not because it was unpleasant, but because it is such a long-lasting distortion of mental functioning. I certainly felt like I would like to take it again, but not for another few weeks at least.<!-- End Body -->
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I had been studying in Freiburg, Germany for my Junior year of college. In between semesters, a friend from high school visited for a week. He had snuck a 4-way windowpane tab of acid in his luggage and had presented it to me just before he left as a 'thank you' gift for showing him around the area. I had never taken LSD before, so he advised me to split the 4-way tab with a friend. I was sharing an apartment with one other guy, with two friends living across the hall, one of whom said he'd like to try it with me.
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He had done acid before and advised me to get mentally prepared by making sure I was in a good mood and 'psyching myself up' in the days before we were to take the hits. We decided to try the acid on a late-winter Saturday morning and spend the day hiking the many logging trails in the Black Forest near the city. My friend advised me that acid can make you very 'racy' as he put it, so he suggested that we smoke hash before we took the tabs and during the experience as that would help slow down our heartbeats, calm our stomachs and cut the constant nervous sensation he described as being part of the experience.
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We started out at about 9:00 AM by smoking a bit of hash. My friend instructed me to place the two tabs under my tongue and leave them there until the paper was nothing but mush. We then boarded the trolley across town to the forest edge. Just after we got off the trolley, I spit out the paper. About a half hour into our walk, I noticed that my stomach was knotting up a bit and that I had an extremely irritating tinny taste in my mouth. I was starting to feel more anxious, but seemed much more aware of everything going on around me. I looked over at my friend and immediately saw that his pupils were extremely dialated and that his face appeared splotchy red. He gave me a stick of gum to chew, as he noticed that I was starting to clench my jaw. This seemed to take care of the tinny taste, somewhat.
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As we gained elevation on our hike, it started to snow. I was beginning to notice odd movement in the trees, almost as if they were swaying in the wind, yet there was no wind. The snowflakes also started to take on rainbow colors. It must have been about an hour into the trip, but I had lost all sense of time and found myself starting to glance repeatedly at my watch but not being able to make any sense of what it was telling me. My friend was laughing at something and suddenly stopped walking, stating it was absolutely 100% necessary that we stop and smoke some more hash. He crumpled some hash into a couple of roll-your-own cigarettes. He was talking a mile a minute about multiple topics, but he kept coming back to something about men in three piece suits. As we smoked the hash-laced cigarettes, an overwhelming sense of happiness came over me that stayed with me the rest of the day.
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The hash seemed to calm my friend down as well. I checked my watch again, it said 11:10 but this still didn't make any sense to me. The hallucinations were by now starting to intensify rapidly. The falling snow was a swirling tunnel before us, the trees were moving along with us, the color patterns in the clouds were intense. My friend was waving his hands around whispering about color trails. I then noticed that trails of color were indeed following his hands. I again looked at my watch and decided that since it wasn't making sense I better throw it away, which I promptly did.
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My mind was racing with thoughts by now. Nothing seemed to matter, but everything mattered. My friend stopped talking, he was just walking beside me with his mouth hanging open, looking around in wonder. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I spun around and two gentlemen in three-piece suits were standing there. One excused himself for bothering us and handed me a watch, stating that I dropped it. I suddenly realized what my friend was talking about earlier, men in three piece suits were following us down the trail. They had apparently gotten off the trolley with us and were walking up to a tavern nestled in the woods along the trail we were following. I took the watch from him, handed it to my friend telling him it was extremely important that he hold the watch as if I did, time would be lost. We let the men pass and promptly turned up a trail heading further up the mountain and away from the tavern. The second we got away from the men, we both started laughing uncontrollably about men in three-piece suits.
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The color trails, tunnel of snow and dancing, walking tree affects must have continued to a good three hours, although as time went on I noticed that my brain was racing so much and I was beginning to just occasionally get a sense of time again. At one point, we had stopped to urinate. I became incredibly focused on my friend's penis and once he stopped urinating I gently grabbed it, undid his pants and started to fondle him. He just stood there repeating 'wow' over and over and eventually he became erect and ejaculated all over my jacket. I had never done anything like that before, but at that time it just seemed very necessary that I do it. We laughed about it later, chalking it up to the LSD and not me having any sexual feelings for my friend.
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About five hours in, the intensity of the hallucinations had subsided to all but color trails and moving patterns in the trees. I had regained sense of time and could now focus my thoughts, one of the first being how cold it was, how wet I was, and how late it had gotten. Without realizing it, the trail we had taken had circled up and around the mountain and we were directly above Freiburg looking down on the city.
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Once we got back to the apartments, it was about seven hours into the trip and extremely obvious neither one of us was going to get to sleep anytime soon. Our minds had by now stopped racing all together, although both of us commented on feeling somewhat 'out of body'. I continued to experience brief moments of hallucination and was still seeing color trails. I found if I concentrated my eyes on a fixed point on the wall or floor, it would appear to swell and subside and develope movements in patterns.
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Finally around two in the morning after smoking more hash and downing a bottle of wine, I was able to sleep, although I did wake up repeatedly during the night. For the next few days I had a hard time concentrating on anything and found myself seeing things in my periphial vision, such as stationary objects moving or flashes of light. Four days later everything seemed normal again.<!-- 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>
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When I was in the second year of college I got in with a friendly crowd who smoked a lot of dope. They also did other drugs. I had done various drugs before but this was my first candyflip. We did not set out to candyflip, it just happened that those were the drugs we got our hands on that night. I had recently broken up with a very straight laced boyfriend of 2 years and was feeling rangy and exploratory about life in general.
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My friend A had gone away to visit some people in his home town and I knew he had stashed a batch of fairly good acid in his fridge. I was feeling mischievous and I ended up out with two people I had only just met through a mutual friend - we just helped ourselves to the acid. We were 'on a mission' as we called it.
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It was all a bit hedonistic and unthinking, which was good because it set the scene for a discovery/journey together/ see what happens/no ties kind of trip. We were coming up on the acid but I didn't feel like I was tripping and was at that point under the illusion that the acid was having no effect. In fact it was having an effect but it was very clean and subtle so everything just flowed naturally. One of the guys we'd dropped the acid with took off and left - I don't know why and I never stopped to think about it.
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Another friend came by and saw that me and my new friend B were tripping and said he had some good MDMA pills. He suggested we try them too to enhance the experience. We walked back to his place to take them - we had taken about three or four paper squares of LSD each and we topped this up with 1.5 tabs of MDMA each. I also smoked some joints but so potent was the LSD/MSDA cocktail that it didn't seem to make much difference.
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As we walked back through the empty streets to B's room, I began to see psychedelic nets and balls floating around. B agreed he could see them too. I was filled with the sense that the world was a benign and interesting place. We were seemingly coming up on both drugs together.
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We were both so affected that night that we had the same CDs on repeat for much of the night as we couldn’t get it together to change the CD player. For an hour so other student friends had come in to say hello and smoke but seeing us on a major trip they drifted off leaving us to it. B had this gadget called a mindlab, a device which is like a pair of glasses which have flashing LEDs on them - you close your eyes and plug into a walkman-like machine which plays alpha and beta waves etc. The noises made me feel awful but I discovered that I could sit listening to the music we were playing (it was the 1st Leftfield album and The Orb UFOrb) and put the flashing glasses on and I would drift off into an intense visual inner trip. I have to say the colours and the images were amazingly vivid, and I felt very emotional from the MDMA. To give an example of the intensity – it was stuff like flying though clouds with intense bright light and the warmth of the sun on my face and Pegasus flying past - yeah, the full 'signs and wonders' works.
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The overriding factor in all this is that all through the night I 'forgot' I had taken drugs, or did not think 'Oh I am having a drug experience' - it really seemed that some new place in my soul was opening up which had previously been hidden to me.
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After what seemed like a very long time, I was suddenly plunged headlong into what I consider to be my only REAL trip ever. I was as if I was dreaming a movie or something, but I was IN the movie. I was flying across a seascape as if I was a gull or a sea bird and away in the distance I could see this island. I was thinking - 'This is the real thing- this is the land of the mind' - I could see the island was densely wooded but it had a beautiful huge building in the middle of it, a white turreted huge palace with gold flags glinting in the breeze. I realised that this was The Library of all Things. Inside the library it was like a cathedral very ornate and worshipful. But to my puzzlement there were no books in the library, only myself as a three year old running about this massive huge building. The realisations I had were that I had to write the books to fill the library (what ever that meant – I now think it meant be responsible for your own destiny) and that I had to rescue that little three year old girl who'd been living alone in that huge lonely library with nothing in it. It was a message to me about my life.
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All in all it was a good interesting night but there was something thing very profound about the intense trip part of the night. I felt like a missing magical part of myself had been revealed or restored to me.
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The reason I wanted to share this experience is because I truly believe that doing that candyflip actually enabled me to open up the tightly locked flood gates and begin resolving issues from my past. I have heard they used to use LSD in the treatment of alcoholics in a similar way. Essentially what came out of that trip was that I was able to tell my mother about my secret childhood abuse by a relative - I told her about it about 2 weeks later. Since then I have had my ups and downs but I am now in a good place - I have had plenty of other experiences with drugs, not all of them good - but I remember that trip so vividly even to this day some 10 years later.
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Who can say why it happened when it did? Perhaps I was at a crossroads of life? But I tend to think that in fact it just so happened that by happy accident I took the right combination of chemicals at the right time in my life, in the right setting, so that the profound soul searching other worlds experience of the LSD was buoyed up and given a smooth ride by the emotional flood of love and warmth and well being from the MDMA.
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I have never regretted that trip.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1995</td><td width="90">ExpID: 47079</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: Mar 22, 2007</td><td>Views: 13,675</td></tr>
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I dropped my first two tabs right as my mom was going out. I held them in my mouth and sucked on them for a few delicate moments. They didnt taste like anything, just like paper. I waited and I waited for effects, but didnt feel any. I felt a bit happy though. About an hour after dropping the acid I saw these little yellow bubbles on the wall, nothing pronounced, just moving patterns. It was pretty, but not very strong. I dropped two more tabs. It felt like I was dreaming. I was laughing alot and just felt good all over.
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About 15 minutes after dropping the other 2 tabs I looked over at this painting of two sailboats on the wall. I was in the living room on the couch. they seemed like they were melting, like the water was blending together, like it was all just merging. It wasnt truly hitting yet. When it hits, I discovered, you just know. I kept staring at the picture trying to see, something.
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Then it hit. It hit me so fast and I wasnt truly ready for it. My mom had been home for a while and was upstairs asleep. I looked around the room. Everything had changed. My world had changed. The way sound traveled had changed. The way light moved changed. My world was turned upside down. I felt like I had reached something I could never recover from. It was completely black, with no steps back to reality. I was more scared then I had ever been in my life. But I realized I was on drugs, and that I would be fine in a few hours. I wanted to run upstairs to the arms of my mother, to be close to her. and im a 17 year old boy. We just dont do that.
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I tried to calm down. I laid on the couch and hid my head in the pillows. If I had a benzo I would have taken it right then and stopped the trip. I laid there. I heard all these loud noises from upstairs. Like someone was moving things or breaking things or some shit. It was very odd. I was wondering what the fuck was going on up there. But I didnt move. I felt like those pillows were a bottomless pit. I felt all different sensations on my hands. I was feeling textures and fabrics that werent there, and the sound on the tv sounded so weird. I sat up. It was almost hard to move. I didnt feel like moving at all, yet I really wanted to. I pulled up my shirt and touched my chest. I felt like an alien. I was cold, I felt lifeless. I decided to walk around, outside and smoke a cigarette. I was just standing there next to the box I keep my cigs in for a long time.
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I put on my shoes and walked outside. I felt like all I needed to do was protect myself. Anything to care for my body. I wondered if I was gonna be ok. I tasted the cigarette. It didnt taste like smoke at all, just clean air. I continued on my walk and realized that no matter what was gonna happen that night, I still had people who loved me and they would love me no matter what. Love was the most important thing in the world. I looked up at the stars through the trees and they had never looked so brilliant. They were beautiful colors too. I thought if I stared at them too long I might fall into them so I looked away.
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I wondered why everything I did was to hurt my loved ones. I then went into the bathroom and the wallpaper produced moving patterns. I was very intoxicated. I didnt want to have sex like I usually do, just hug and be close to someone. The shower curtain morphed into a Victorian dress. I then went to my room to try and sleep. I could hear the cat rolling around on the floor, and the faraway ocean purring and the waves crashing right in my room. I could never hear the ocean like that before. Then I went into my moms room and slept next to her.
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Acid can be beautiful, I know it.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 60915</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: Mar 28, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,744</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">250 ug</td>
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TV is on the local comedy channel, which is actually pretty decent. The vial of acid was almost empty, with an approximate two drops in it, but considering there's always some residue in those vials, we cut the vial up and put it into a bottle of water and took turns sipping it. My friend B and I that is. We had some nice hash and hash oil around, so by the time we got to drinking it all we were at least slightly stoned. I'm pretty excited about doing some proper acid after a long period without this specific substance. B's estimate was that we would each get around 300mcg of acid each, and later estimates put it in the 250+mcg range for sure.
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T+00:00 - We had taken it around half past eight. Decided composing a track would be a good idea, so we might as well get started before it kicks in. B's brother comes in.
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T+00:20 - First signs are definately here, it always surprises me how fast acid can hit you compared to most other substances. Making music becomes more and more complex as the simple controls for the program are suddenly more and more complex. Complex rhythms are suddenly very easy to follow.
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T+01:00 - Feeling cold. Acid is still shifting gears. Visuals have started, slight breathing, slight tracers, colors shifting, brightness accentuated. Still feeling cold. Pupils are dialated. Perception of time is still rather intact, as I can follow all of the input outside (music, people talking)... Wonderfully sensitive to sounds. I wonder when I'll hit fifth.
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T+01:30 - Time is significantly distorted now. At the moment it's still stretching. I can feel my brain being overclocked. The room grows warm, very warm. I take a hit from the bong, smoking some hash. Instant ramping of psychedelic effects ensues. The track has become a game of 'let's just click and it'll be nice', which is a lot of fun. Some very original beats and glitches - or at least, that's how they sound now.
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T+02:00 - Just smoked some hash oil from the bong. I will not smoke any more at the moment. Thought process is going too fast, totally out of sync with the rest though. Trying to work within normal parameters, which makes the asynchrony intense yet bottled, not sure if this is a good thing. Visuals are not very extreme, but the mental effects are in a full psychedelic dose, I am in a strong +++, and my ego is being shredded at the moment so I will return later.
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T+02:30 - Totally out of phase with time and space. I know where I am. I have no idea when who said what, myself included. A strong feeling of doubt as to my place in time, conversations lose their meaning as such, as things I hear grow either unintelligeable or totally out of phase in the time they were said. Many people entered and left during this time, some people came back in. This was all very confusing. Too much input. Noise. Seven people in a room, all except myself talking. Music being played, TV is on. I slowly become an observer. Someone talks about smoking some potent salvia extract. Had I smoked it already, and this would explain my last half hour of temporal insanity? I am quite insane right now. The outside world is an alien being. No introspection, as I am irrelevant at the moment.
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T+03:30 - Time is spread thin like butter over a toast and experiencing slipping on butter in irrational loops. I have been in 4 different places during this time, the order is obscure. Order is obscure. I shut off the music at least once, asked people for quiet at least twice. Looking on the computer in order to understand what time it actually is just shows me that time does not move very fast at all, and that the games of time/space played on me have a lot of room for work. The CEV field is dominated by an upside-down cone shape with tiles spinning around it at a monotone rate, moving a pulse at a time. Some tiles are outside of the shape itself, but still rotate around it in perfect symetry. Some of those tiles vanish and return to their spaces on the cone while others leave it to replaces them. Perfectly ordered movement, but no patterns. Irrational logic. Logic in feedback.
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T+04:15 - My ego has returned. Everyone has left except for B and his girlfriend, another friend who joined in and myself. It feels wonderful to be able to think about myself again. We put on Spirited Away. We see the first half and enjoy it immensly. I am still rattled by the overload that happened. I enjoyed it, yet it was startling.
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T+6:30 - After organizing a few things, I am now officially down. Still have trace visual effects (lights are accentuated) but that's it. We call it a night, and I drive home, which thanks to setting my cruise control to legal speeds is simple enough (just staying in the right lane and let everyone zip by at this late hour).
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In summary, this experience was a positive one, yet extremely shallow for any setting other than a party. I needed to regulate the power of the outside influences, but didn't really succeed. Very little introspection, not much eye candy, but a very intense experience, with a 2 hour peak during which my ego had been locked away somewhere in the background, not completely gone, but definately out of sight. After a year and a half since my last big dose of acid, I was caught by surprise. Instead of my usual looped/deep thinking trips on acid, I felt as if I was sitting in place with my brain frying away because of working too fast. One can never expect the effects of acid, a lesson good to be remembered.<!-- 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: Mar 30, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,836</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 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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With last night still fresh in my mind I set down to write this report. Sprawled across the table are a series of my notes and diagrams that desperately tried to express what I had experienced.
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The night had been several weeks coming and considering the hectic events of that evening it’s a wonder things didn’t go astray. The man who I’d planned to trip with fell ill after visiting some friends, but kindly agreed to sleep nearby in case I needed anything. This was agreeable for me because I’d played with the idea of taking LSD alone for some time, but never found a safe opportunity. It turns out that being by myself for long periods turned my experience inwards, to much greater effect!
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I’d had some internal anguish recently, and so had been practicing meditation. However I always found a sticking point, some kind of impassable veil where energy would just build up and frustrate me.
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While coming up I drew pictures, did some light breathing exercises and listened to Pink Floyd. I was so comfortable, as time progressed I felt a brilliant uprising of love in my heart which I documented in full on my notepad. Then, as I felt like I was under full influence of the drug, I got into an upright cross-legged position and started to meditate. I used the mantra 'om (for the inhale) ah (for holding the breath) and hum (for the exhale)' which helped to focus my mind.
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Some 10 minutes of meditation later I felt a strange sensation. My entire body had become numb, I knew it was there but I was unattached. Slowly where I was started to drift away from where my central nervous system seemed to tell me my body was. I was floating back and to the right. At first I was terrified, then relaxed, re-focussed on the breath and continued. As I floated further away, my mind started unravelling exponentially until it filled what seemed to be all of space.
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My mind was clear of all distraction, I was perfectly focussed. My entire essence was akin to softly rippling white velvet. I was no longer in the room, there was no up or down. I existed purely to be embraced by this nothingness. It was such a wholesome, inviting, peaceful place I didn't want to leave. I heard people talking, but continued to revel for a while before I slowly brought myself back.
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That was what I was looking for! Absolute peace from absolute nothingness. After sharing my discovery with my friend he encouraged me to continue and see if I could simply 'slip back'. As soon as I started to focus my mind, I was almost immediately back. It was there all along but I wasn't able to notice it before.
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The music playing was Jean Michel Jarre's Oxygene. I enveloped myself in this nothingness again when suddenly my body felt something strange. My index and middle finger (resting on my forehead) seemed to be sinking inside. I felt the energy running through me like a circuit and my hand went further and further into my head until it was entirely inside, in my brain. My entire body was coursing with energy, the nothingness velvet was furiously pure and empty.
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After spending a while in this state, I brought myself back again to talk about it.
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I was able to replicate this a few times, the sensation was incredible, though I was only able to do so in a concentrated meditative state.
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The rest of the trip was spent reading, listening to music and meditating. I still couldn’t believe what I’d experienced. In the morning I was filled with an incredible sense of wholeness. I sat out on the lawn and greeted the first rays of sunlight until it was beaming full in the sky.
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Next time, I’m determined to delve even deeper into the possibilities provided by meditation in the midst of an acid trip.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Apr 4, 2007</td><td>Views: 10,164</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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October 17, 2003<br>
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Four of my friends and myself went to a park and each dropped 1 hit of blotter acid at 4:20 pm, except for one guy who wasn’t going to be tripping. We paid $15 for each dose, which is a lot, but acid hasn’t been around here for a long time and we were assured by multiple people that it was some really strong stuff. This would be my first acid trip but I had tripped on other drugs a few times before.<br>
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After we dosed we walked through the woods for a while until we came to a playground where we chilled until we started to feel the effects coming on. At first it was very subtle and mostly felt like a bit of anticipation and nervousness. It was probably 40 minutes after dosing that I began to feel the first of these effects. Soon I noticed that things seemed a lot funnier than usually and I found myself laughing out loud about things that normally wouldn’t be funny enough to cause such a reaction.<br>
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Soon we decided we should go get some food from my friend’s house. While he made tuna salad I went to use the bathroom, which is where I began to get the first visual effects. I noticed that the wood grain on the door was swirling and growing and when I looked at the bath tub it appeared to shift colors and shades, as if the lighting was changing. Subtle rust and mold patterns grew and spread over the surfaces of the bathtub. Then I went back to sit at the kitchen table with my friends and eat tuna salad on crackers, which proved very difficult because the minute I was back in contact with other people everything became hilarious.<br>
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I couldn’t eat very much because I was laughing so hard and whenever I stopped laughing someone else would laugh causing me to laugh again. The bowl that held the tuna was breathing and the tuna was swirling around inside of it. We went outside to leave and while waiting for a sober person to come drive we watched a few people walk their dogs. One couple had a loaf of bread in their hands and my friend said “look bread!” and we both laughed for a good 5 minutes. I laid down and looked up at the sky and the clouds were swirling and flowing by, and one cloud looked like it was only 10 feet above me and if I reached up I could almost touch it. The floor of my friend’s truck bed began crawling with patterns and textures, and the rivets in it were sliding against each other back and forth. <br>
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Finally we left and drove to my friend’s house but we ran into his mom there. There was a lot of confusion because one of my not tripping friends needed to go to work and she offered to drive him but for some reason one of my tripping friends got in the car as well. Fortunately he wasn’t yet tripping as hard as I was so she didn’t notice but we had to go to the theater to pick him up before he caused any problems. Once we arrived at the theater he was playing a game of Deer Hunter, and whenever he would shoot an animal I was overcome with laughter. We then went back outside and I ran into another of my friends. He asked if he looked insane and I replied “No but I am insane”. I felt like I was crazy but I knew it was the drug and so I enjoyed it a lot, wondering if it would be fun to be like that forever.<br>
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By this time the visuals were coming on very strong. The clouds above were enormous and glowing with beautiful pinks and yellows, like the most amazing sunrise imaginable. We hopped back in my friend’s truck and drove to go smoke some herb and the ride was incredible. The wind against my face felt so soft and everyone’s hair appeared to flow much longer than normal. By this time my friend’s heads had morphed slightly to reflect their personalities and moods whenever they talked. Their eyes and eyebrows and nose would twitch and grow to reflect whatever it was they were saying. One person said something angry and his eyebrows crossed and his face scrunched up as he said it.<br>
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We were driving down a road I am very familiar with but I had no idea what part of the road we were on. We seemed to drive by the same places numerous times, and all the plants and trees were incredibly dense and vibrant. We were supposed to tell the driver how to get to a good place to smoke but we couldn’t figure it out because we didn’t know what part of the road we were on. Finally we pulled into a dirt road and there were a few houses. However, if I looked deep into the woods I could see many houses in the distance so I wasn’t sure if I was in some suburb or forest, but it turns out the three houses were the only ones there.<br>
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Finally we came to a place to smoke and we got in the cab and baked it. When I examined the weed I saw tiny white creatures living in it, popping their heads out of various holes and quickly scurrying away. When the bowl came to me I took a hit but I couldn’t feel it in my lungs at all. I exhaled and some smoke came out and I passed it to my friend, but then I couldn’t remember if I actually took a hit or if I just thought about it and passed it without smoking. They assured me that I had indeed smoked.<br>
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At this point things started to get weird. I went outside to pee but I didn’t actually have to so I just zipped my pants back up and got in the truck. My friend said that I turned around and stretched my penis out really far but I was certain this didn’t happen, but I couldn’t be sure because I was tripping balls, so I guess we will never know. Anyway, I got in the truck and we started to go. It was getting dark and I thought it must be cold so for a second I felt extremely cold, but then I thought about hot and I felt warm and comfortable.<br>
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We arrived at my friend’s house and our sitter said he had to go home. We were worried about what could happen because we were tripping so hard now but we decided with the four of us we would be alright and could prevent one person from doing anything stupid. I was also very worried that his mom could come home and she would easily know we were tripping. I assured myself that I was just being paranoid so I soon felt better about it and I knew she would be gone until at least 9:30, but I could no longer comprehend time so I thought 9:30 could come very quickly and I wouldn’t know it.<br>
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We went upstairs to my friend’s room and put on some music. His wallpaper was a fractal pattern and it became one of the most beautiful visuals I have had. It became a 3D living organism living inside his computer. Its tentacles were waving and growing and lights and colors were flowing through its body. I between the tentacles were endless spirals, infinitely complex. I could look deeper and deeper into the image and see more spirals. My friends wanted to play pool so I sat by myself for a while, looking at his wallpaper and milkdrop. I listened to Sphongle and milkdrop formed extremely intricate and complex patterns. In between the lines I could see eyes and flames and other images similar to an Alex Grey painting.<br>
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I could feel the music in my body, the bass was pounding from inside of me and the water sounds made me feel wet. The music filled the room like I have never heard before, and I could hear voices and sounds in the music that normally I could not perceive. I thought a lot and decided that on acid each idea I had would spawn multiple new ideas and each of those even more, and normally the brain can only focus on one of these things at a time but on acid my brain could make more and more connections, allowing me to achieve deeper and more meaningful thoughts.<br>
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I went to see my friends, who had just played the best game of pool they had played before, making impossible shots and clearing the table very quickly. I went in the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. I know everyone warns against this but it has always been one of my favorite things to do while tripping. There was a patch of hair growing out of my chin and the hairs would recede into my face and then reemerge elsewhere on my face. At one moment my face would be smooth and clear and then break out into pimples. This was all very amusing but it was strange that my face didn’t change near as much as when I was on shrooms.<br>
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We decided to go outside for a walk, but I wanted to check the weather first. I opened weather.com and then checked the time on the computer, but when I tried to find the time on the forecast that correlated to the current time I couldn’t. Time made no sense to me and none of my friends could figure it out either, so we just went outside and it was a light rain, or more of a drizzle. However, before leaving the house something interesting happened. We were about to walk outside and my friend said to me “something tells me I’m forgetting something, the acid is trying to warn me.” He paused for a second and then said “Oh yeah the last remaining hit in my pocket, I should leave it here so it doesn’t get wet.” <br>
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We walked around the neighborhood talking for a while. During this time I felt a strong connection to my friend who I have known the longest. What we said only made sense to each other and not to the other two people and we seemed to be thinking on the same level. This made us both very happy and I’m not sure if we actually could understand what the other was trying to say or if we were just tripping so hard that we made sense out of nonsense and just thought we understood.<br>
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Then I asked him for a cigarette and he pulled it from his jacket and handed it to me. I held it for a minute and then looked down and saw that it was already lit. I couldn’t remember lighting it but I took a drag. I couldn’t taste the smoke but I exhaled but when I looked at it again it was out. I asked my friends if it was lit and they said it wasn’t. They told me to light it with another cigarette so I tried that and then started puffing on it again, but then realized it still wasn’t lit. They had tricked me into trying to light it with another unlit cigarette and I became pretty confused but we all had a good laugh.<br>
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We decided to walk up the street to the middle school and as we walked our feet seemed to make impressions in the road. I jumped up real high and when I landed there was a ripple effect that spread out from beneath me. Then one friend said to me “look are those flashlights under the bleachers?” I looked and indeed I saw lights and could hear kids laughing. When I looked again though it was gone. We sat down on a bench and two of my friends started slapping each other for fun I suppose. Someone’s glasses flew off and they crawled around on the ground trying to find a missing lens. All of a sudden I stopped tripping.<br>
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There were still subtle visuals if I paid close attention and cleared my mind, and I still felt a little weird. At this point we saw a lot of cars pulling into the other side of the school and I thought I heard music so we walked around and realized there was a dance going on. My friend had 3 canisters of nitrous but we had been looking for a balloon all night, and realized we could get one here. Then my friend saw his old DARE officer, who is a female police officer. He went and shook her hand while tripping his balls off on acid, which was very ironic.<br>
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They went inside and got a balloon and we spent some time harassing some kids, following them around and laughing at them. Then we sat down to do our nitrous. I inhaled my balloon with my eyes closed and I heard a humming sound that seemed to phase in and out. Gradually all I could hear was this humming and it was all I was aware of. Then I realized I wasn’t breathing any air so I snapped out of it in the nick of time, just before I felt like I was about about to pass out and I was back in reality. This had never happened before on nitrous so I think this was a residual effect of the acid.<br>
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By now I felt mentally drained and ready to sleep so I went home and lay down. It took me about an hour to fall asleep but I slept well. I had a slight headache in the morning but nothing too bad. Overall the experience was wonderful. I think I enjoyed my mushroom trip more but acid was very fun and much more powerful. I am looking forward to trying it again soon and trying different activities. Next time I want to listen to more music, dance, watch a movie, and spend some more time by myself learning what the drug has to offer.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Apr 10, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,069</td></tr>
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'Two? We're going to be taking TWO of these?' This was the question I kept asking myself, while a pleasant evening of, 'swallowing the colors of the sounds I heard', was winding down. I had to keep reminding myself that I was only on a HALF HIT (25-75 micrograms) of Shooting Stars Acid, (blotter that had been decorated with multiple red and yellow stars streaking across the sheet). I understood, quite early on, that this was some very powerful stuff and in about three weeks time, my friend and I had plans to eat 2 full hits (100-300 micrograms) of this stuff apiece. Nothing about this, 'half hit' experience had been overwhelming. If anything it was very comfortable. Colors had become much more vivid. My sense of sight and sound had been altered in various ways that I found pleasing. However, I knew this acid in higher doses was going to be incredibly overpowering and three weeks later my presumption was proven correct.
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The setting for this, 'two hit experience', was provided by a school field trip of sorts, (more like a summer camp). School had just let out for the summer and we were on a trip to ITC, (International Thespian's Conference) in Muncie, Indiana. This annual event always took place on the campus of Ball State University, and high school students, interested in theater, from all over the world attended. Their were shows to see, and theater work shops to attend, none of which did my friend and I participate in. Surrounded by kids our own age, from all over the world, we were much more interested in socializing and partying. I even developed a romantic relationship with this incredible girl from Missouri.
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And, although I only knew her for a week, I still think about her, 14 years later. I can still say, that to this day, this was the most fun week of my life, (so far). I met lots of interesting people and experienced a substantial amount of fun, which was very important because this put me into a very positive mind set heading into, 'The Trip.' And so it came to pass that on the second to last night, of our stay in Muncie, my friend and I decided to 'drop' our two hits each.
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We both had some experience with LSD in lower doses but neither of us had ever tried a dose as high as two hits, so as you can imagine we were pretty nervous. We ingested our doses around 7:00 PM while sticking to our normal, pre-trip traditions, such as smoking pot. Mixing substances is always tricky and it's never prudent to mix anything you're unsure about, but I had mixed THC and LSD before and I felt comfortable about doing it again here. After smoking, my, 'trip' didn't take long to begin. The sun was fading fast, as was my grip on reality, leaving long dark streaks of red and orange across the summer sky.
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A guy, gliding down the street, on a Harley motorcycle, served as the first indicator that my perception of the world around me was changing. The Harley had put me in a trance with its whining buzzing sound, which seemed to faze through various sound frequencies. It roared through the fabrics of my space-time, shining on me with its huge and dazzling headlight. Both the Harley and its rider streaked down the road in a rainbow of smearing hues, which reminded me of drying watercolors. 'Oh my lord, we've got to move,' I said after a moment of reflective silence. I no longer felt comfortable with the location we had chosen to smoke at and an overwhelming urge to walk elsewhere took over. I knew that we needed to find a good spot to chill-out, while we struggled through our looming peaks. Having sampled a half hit of this stuff, three weeks earlier, I knew that the trip was only just getting started and that some very intense experiences were just around the corner. The world around was quickly changing and we were running out of time.
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As we walked, both my buddy and I could see, off in the distance and directly in front of us, a large group of people sitting around and conversing. If I had to guess, I would have said that it looked like about twenty people. We were both feeling uneasy because neither of us wanted to converse with anyone outside of our, 'mind set', at this early stage. We discussed tactics, with one another, that we could use to quickly get by this group, without getting locked into conversation. However, as we drew closer, the large the group of people disappeared, and were replaced by an even more disturbing sight; seven gigantic dogs mulling about. I could actually see them sniffing at the ground, and wagging their tails. I knew, that in reality, no such breed of dog existed that could grow to such an enormous size. So the real question was, what were we looking at? 'What the hell IS that', one of us would say as my friend and I begin to laugh. After much speculation, we were finally close enough to see that it had really been a cluster of seven large boulders all along.
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We walked for another 15 minutes, which felt more like an hour, before finally collapsing on a grass hill at the edge of a small forest. The darkness of night had settled in and by now, and what I would refer to as my peak had begun. My friend had set up his boom box just behind us at the top of the hill and I slapped in a mixed tape that I had made for this occasion. As soon as the music kicked in, I lied on my back and stared up into the branches of a tree that towered above me. It was instantly transformed into a swirling ceiling of green that rippled and twirled about, just inches from eyes. As the song changed, the galaxy of green changed back into a tree. Its leaves and branches rippled and spread out like droplets of green and brown ink oozing through water. And in the middle of all this, perched on a branch that seemed miles above me, was an image I'll never forget. Some type of demonic looking skeleton-clown was staring back at me.
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One might assume that this experience was now becoming terrifying. But I was, in fact, in complete awe of what I was seeing. This is the only time, (aside from dreaming) that I have ever COMPLETELY lost touch with the world outside of my own mind. This creature, which resembled something off of an Iron Maiden album cover, looked down on me and laughed. Its eye sockets were huge and almost empty except for two sparking blue orbs, which served as eyeballs. Its bleach-white skin was fluorescent in appearance and shimmered with a soft green hue. It's skull-like face seemed to be decorated with clown makeup; a large red dot on each of its cheeks and forehead. Its hair, which hung in long string-like stands, was tinted in a blue-green color and it was dressed to the nines, in what resembled a 3piece suit, made of a luminescent purple. I remember thinking that this creature was probably made from a mysterious energy; something alien.
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Occasionally it would turn its head and look back up into the tree while quickly mumbling something in a sharp barking voice that reminded me of firecrackers. I imagined that it was telling other creatures of its own kind that it had discovered this poor pathetic human, looking into their dimension. Then it would turn its head back and speak to me in its foreign, rapid, tongue, and then laugh. I imagined that it thought it was funny that I was made of organic materials, or that I aged and died. As I pondered these ideas my vision began to change. I watched this creature quickly age, as if it were reading my mind and felt it necessary to give me a small yet simple display of human existence. Its hairline slowly faded, eventually dwindling down to a soft hallow of hair; left around the outer edges of its skull, (later on I would realize that the song I had been listening to at the time was about aging and trying to hold onto childhood ideals). I would have gazed up into this tree for the rest of the night if a strong fear of getting busted hadn't taken over, forcing my friend and I indoors.
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Each night before, 'lights out', we were required to check in with our chaperone. For us, this was an English/Theater teacher from Robinson high school. As we spoke with him, I had to fight to hold back a wild burst of maniacal laughter. Everything, during this stage of the night, was starting to get way too funny. For example, a fellow student had made an off hand comment about one of my friend's tattoos. His comment was meant to be funny but not HILARIOUS. We let loose with an explosion of laughter that brought tears to our eyes. As we continued to laugh, uncontrollably, I began to realize that what he said wouldn't normally be this funny. I tried to convey this idea to my friend, hoping that it would settle us down, but this thought of laughing at something that wasn't really funny, just made us laugh that much more wildly.
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The rest of the night was a long and slow cross-fade back into reality as many other hallucinations waltzed their way through my field of vision. For example, I had forgotten what a brick wall that DIDN’T move looked like. I had seen brick walls move on acid before but on this night they were moving rapidly. The huge cinder blocks of our dorm room would slide past each other, back and forth like sponges floating on a bed of boiling water. Later on, while watching TV, I saw David Letterman turn into my stepfather. I couldn’t see or remember what Letterman normally looked like if I tried; he was quite simply replaced by my stepfather.
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Slowly, as each hour of the evening ticked by, the visions dwindled away; replaced by enlightened conversation between my friend and myself. We spent our time, in our dorm room, discussing everything we had been experiencing and how it had forever changed our lives. I reflected upon how useful it had been for me to try a much smaller sample of this blotter, a few weeks earlier; helping me to better understand what I was in for. We discussed how neither one of us could ever remember feeling so at peace, and accepting of the world around us. I personally felt as if all of life's energy was flowing through and around me while binding all of time and creation together. It was as if life's true nature was always this obvious, but for one magical night my friend and I were blessed with the gift to notice it. And so, the sun rose the next morning, casting light on a new day and a new outlook on life.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Entities / Beings (37), Music Discussion (22), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), General (1)</td></tr>
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LSD: A crystalline compound, C20H25N3O, derived from lysergic acid and used as a powerful hallucinogenic drug. Also called acid.
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The Players: Frankie,Robbie,Matt,Brian,Matt in the Hat,Myself.
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The night was calm and fresh, the type of weather you'd expect from a small beach front community in the middle of April. The Isla Vista sky was ravaged by stars and the moon hovered above us like a sniper up in the trees. A perfect evening to ingest some strong ass hallucinogenic drugs. Sure, why not? We had nothing better to do that Monday.
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'So you place the tab on your tongue like so. Try putting it under your tongue. You'll absorb more of the acid that way.' College is 1/3 learning about your major, and 2/3 Drugs 101. But I have an excuse. I'm a liberal. Whatever that means.
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There is something surreal about walking in the street at night with your friends, talking about something profound such as music, all while waiting for the acid you all just took to kick in. But whatever, I was always more into Expressionism anyways.
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Sitting. Waiting. There's a lot of waiting and sitting and looking around for clues that I'm starting to trip on acid for the first time. Tick. Tick. The clock is ticking. The Beach Boys on Robbie’s wall are starting to move. Yea. I might be starting to come up. Lets all smoke some weed like a family. We're such hippies.
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There’s a knock on the door. Its Brian. He enters the room with an awkward grin on his face and a bag of food in one hand. 'I’m starting to trip the fuck out. The lady at the sushi place confused me. I think there was someone in front of me named Ryan. Or it could have been Brian. You can clearly see my dilemma.'
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Time to smoke a cigarette. Sitting outside on the steps leading to the second floor of Robbie’s apartment complex, inhaling and exhaling smoke, I notice that I am starting to see everything in small segments. Sort of like my eyes are taking snapshots of the world around me. Up, up, up.
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I enter the apartment once again with the same awkward grin Brian had when he walked in a while ago, look around, and finally answer mans life long question: What would the world look like if all matter were made out of liquid? Everything was a wave moving up and down, up and down, up and down, then suddenly the room would violently jerk for a split second as if there were an earthquake with no sound.
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Knock, knock. Its Frankie. After taking the acid, she biked home so she could shower and gather her things as quickly as she could so she didn’t have to bike back while tripped out. I don’t think that worked out exactly as she planned but she was all in one piece. Now that everyone was in one room together, we were ready for our adventure to begin.
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'My mania is chill.' Matt is clearly, what in-the-know college students call, tripping balls. What I should have mentioned earlier is that Brian and Matt each took 1 1/2 tabs, 1/2 a tab more than everyone else. But it was good to know that even though Matt was slowly going crazy, his mania remained chill. Don't ask. I wouldn’t know how to answer anyways.
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We have entered Pauliverse. The perfect centerpiece for any acid trip is a poster of Paul McCartney with multi-colored cartoon animals bouncing around him mounted on the ceiling. Now that’s no joke. Someone actually thought this would somehow sell. And it did. And now we had Paul staring down at us the entire night as if God were looking down on his from Heaven. If you stared at him long enough, his face would transform completely and he would look like a totally different person. At one point Paul had one of those really thin mustaches and a flat top haircut. He looked classA.
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One of the other many in adamant objects that would rule our universe that night was the all encompassing Moshi. And yes, Moshi is a proper noun. Now what is Moshi, you might ask? Good question. Moshi is what makes any drug experience that much better. Moshi relaxes and soothes the brain. Moshi is red and blue cloth stuffed with tiny balls of something. Don't laugh. If you felt it, you wished you could have one, too. Now the reason I even mention Moshi is to lead into the next segment of the night. According to Matt in the Hat, the word 'Moshi' sounds a hell of a lot like the word 'ocean.' And even further, the sentence 'Pass me Moshi', sounds like 'Let's go to the ocean.' So there we were, six kids on acid walking noisily toward the beach at 10pm on a Monday.
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'Where are we going again?' We had to keep reminding ourselves where we were going. To Moshi, I mean the ocean. To the beach. To the beach. Don’t laugh. Cops. Shit. Silence. Its amazing the ability cops have to make a group of kids tripping on acid shut the fuck up for 10 min. Or it could have been 4 min. Time was of no relevance at that point.
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Even though the cops were out of sight, thanks to Matt and his chilled mania I thought they were following us until we reached the cement hill leading to the beach. I looked back before descending to the ocean in the clear. Looking down to the shore form the top of the steps that lead to the sand, I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I saw water but not the same as before. Everything looked like a glob of black. Darkness. This wasn’t as cool as I thought it was going to be but the fresh air felt good against my face.
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Quick exit. Apparently Robbie was either tripping out or wasn’t impressed by the Moshi Ocean so he started walking back up the hill. I was indifferent about the whole situation so I just followed. As we were all walking back up the hill, out of the mist and ambient glow that stood in front of us appeared a group of people, seemingly out of nowhere. Now this freaked the fuck out of me. I didn’t know whether these people were real or not. I looked over to Frankie and asked her what the fuck was going on. I think she was as freaked out as I was because she didn’t seem to know either. For some reason Michael Jackson's Thrillar video came to mind. They all seemed like walking zombies that were ready to attack us and eat our flesh. I exaggerate. As soon as we all moved forward towards the crowd of people that were on top of the hill, they all quickly dispersed, which only made me even more confused.
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The Outside World only got stranger. We all decided that it would be a good idea to just head back to Robbie’s apartment. We took a short cut through a park. Bad idea. Just as Matt in the Hat mistook 'Moshi' for 'ocean', I mistook a man walking a dog for a man mowing his lawn. Don't laugh. As I saw this, I realized that I didn’t know where the fuck I was. The confusion only lead to fear as in my own delusional mind I realized that we had all somehow ended up in someone’s back yard and we were going to get caught any minute. I could just picture someone coming out of their house, finding six kids wandering aimlessly in their backyard, and having to talk to cops while on acid. Just as quickly as this hallucination began, it disappeared and I found myself breathing again. Phew. 'Where are we going again?' Oh yes. Robbie’s apartment.
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We are about to enter the Pepsiverse. As we inched our way forward to Robbie’s apartment, Frankie and I decided that it was time to get some Pepsi. Its our addiction. Note: Liquor stores look fucking weird on acid. The lights are a thousand times brighter and the vegetables are so much more vibrantly colorful. I was in charge of retrieving the soda while Frankie picked out candy. As I walked to the back of the liquor store, I somehow felt like Frankie and I were on a mission. Like a heist. A Pepsi heist. I weaved my way though the aisles and around people, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone. For some reason making eye contact would surely ruin our plan to successfully make it out the door with this stolen Pepsi. The worse part about liquor stores on acid is the cashier lady. The whole buying process sort of confused Frankie and me. We didn’t really know why, but we were glad when we finally got out of there.
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We are about to enter the Fishiverse. Robbie has a fish monster in his apartment named Lance. Lance is like the fish version of Grendel from Beowulf. That day Robbie dropped a school of fish into Lances tank. Then the massacre began. Fish tanks look fucking awesome when you’re on acid. The colors and the movement of the fish remind me of the Wes Anderson film Life Aquatic. For those of you who haven’t seen it: Please do. You'll thank me later. But moving on. Every so often we would all gather around the tank and admire its beauty (aka trip the fuck out). During one of our excursions into Fishiverse, we noticed a fish head floating at the bottom of the tank. Lance was a natural born killer. He would hide in the murky shadows on the bottom of the tank, study his prey, and come out with a violent attack where no fish was safe. It was like a cannibalistic Jaws. So of course this grisly sight became the focal point of our trip, along with the Paul McCartney poster that loomed over out heads.
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From it we were able to conjure up many philosophical ideas, most of which we quickly lost track of how they even started or why we were even talking about them. Conversations are hard to follow on acid. Conversations started which stemmed to tangents which started other conversations and so forth. Everything from free will, the existence of a higher power, bestiality, to the type of monster you would be if you could be one was covered. Somewhere in the middle a game of chess was played.
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I am about to enter the Universe. That’s right. The actual universe. Don’t laugh. At one point I walked out to Robbie’s balchony to get some air and look up at the stars. If you stare at one thing long enough it becomes closer, brighter, and starts to move in all directions. So as I sat there, looking at the stars, everything else disappeared and all that was left was the sky and what seemed like a million shooting stars. I pictured myself being in a spaceship flying all around the galaxy. Then I got lost in the trees, saw a picture of an old Asian couple form from the cracks on the ground below, and headed back inside.
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As we were flipping though the channels, we stumbled across some music videos. The face on the TV looked familiar. Holy shit! It was Paul McCartney in some weird fucking psychedelic music video. We could not escape the Pauliverse. It was omnipresent.
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The night continued on with more conversations we couldn’t follow, a block of Legends of the Temple, and some terrible George Harrison music videos. I was convinced there was some sort of Beatles conspiracy going on that night.
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Ill end this with the wise words of !!!:
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'LSD taught me a lot about me, but then again maybe not. I cant remember what I forgot.'
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<tr><td>Published: Apr 12, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,819</td></tr>
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About a few weeks ago, I went to a desert rave/party with my girlfriend. We brought a tent to sleep in and money to potentially acquire something that would make the party that much more interesting. We ended up finding a friend of ours that had legitimate LSD on him on strips of brown blotter paper.
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I had about 2.5 hits and my girlfriend had one (she is very small, so our doses were probably at least close to identical, considering weight-ratios). We put the paper in our mouths and went to enjoy the music. After a while, it got cold, so I went with my girlfriend to sit in my car for a little while, while my friend J set up the tent with his girlfriend. As we sat in the car, there was a slight feeling that something wasn't exactly right (this was 30 mins after dropping). Soon enough, lights started to look strange.
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I went to help my friend J with the tent (he ended up bringing this gigantic cabin tent by accident, and I did my best to help him out). I found it hard to concentrate on constructing the tent, my attention kept wandering. It didn't help that there was hardcore techno blasting in the background.
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The 'come-up' on this drug was undefinable, I can't define the point in time where I started tripping, but before I knew it I was enveloped in the acid experience. Once the tent was up, I just walked in, took off my shoes, and fell to the floor laughing uncontrollably. I was telling my girlfriend that I felt bizarre, and she laughed at me. Colors were swirling before my eyes. No concrete definable shapes at first, just fractal patterns of a rainbow-ish nature.
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We cuddled in a sleeping bag for most of the night. I had a long talk with my girlfriend and J about the nature of reality. I felt like thoughts were easily coming to my head. I could easily formulate any concept that I focused my attention on. I felt like I had more than one consciousness; I was processing several realities at once. Before the experience, I had several incomplete personal philosophies about the universe and reality itself; many influenced from both quantum physics and personal, spiritual beliefs. As I said, they were incomplete; I did not know how to finish them. On LSD, it all fell into place. It was like the billion-piece puzzle swirled around in front of me and fell neatly into place; it completed itself. This was unbelievable.
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The visuals were great, I could imagine any object in my head, and that object would repeat itself in typical hallucinogen pattering. I could clasp my hands together and pretend that my grip was carrying a ball of intense energy. When I released my hands, it was released upon the world and this was represented visually as a burst of pure energy. Also, let me remind you that we were in the desert. The stars were unmasked by city lights. The sky was alive with false supernovae and shooting stars. It was an incredible celestial dance, the whole midnight sky was alive. But, the most amazing part was when I stared at my girlfriend sometime during the night, as we cuddled. When her eyes opened, energy flowed out of them. An amazing energy that was filled with what I interpreted as the visual representation of pure love. When her eyes closed, it was like when you turn off a faucet: it disappeared. But, the energy began to pile up inside of her and perforated through her skin in an amazing halo of light and emotion. That's the best way I can describe it.
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The comedown was, like the come-up, non-existent. Before I knew it, I wasn't tripping anymore really. This occured around 5:30am (I dropped around 10:00pm) and all minor effects were gone by about 8am. As opposed to MDMA, which gives the whole 'OMG I'M ROLLING BALLZ UUGGGGH' sort of thing; a 'druggy', cerebrally punishing sort of high, LSD felt more like I had achieved a new level of consciousness. The drug also left my body without any negative mental effects, and I truly felt immediately that the experience had bettered my life spiritually (as opposed to MDMA, which I usually realize after the serotonin crash, heh). Furthermore, as opposed to a 2C-I or 2C-B experience months before (not exactly sure which drug it was), it didn't feel like the LSD distorted reality. Rather, it added to what was already there.
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I've noticed quite a few reports in which people have a horrible incident with LSD or other substance (though it's usually psychedelics) and decide never to ingest it again. I'm not going to attack anyone's decision as I used to feel the same way about acid. After a horrible acid trip during my very haphazard drug days early in high school in which (among other things) I broke a friend's nose, I decided to swear off LSD. This lasted for roughly 2 and a half years where my drug experimentation calmed down a bit. I would still indulge in the occasional mushroom trip or pharmy experience and regularly smoked pot and drank, but no more acid. I know it sounds weird that I would still do mushrooms but one of the main factors I feel that led to my bad experience is the length of time I can trip on acid. Sometimes a 10+ hour experience is just too much.
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Anyway on to the trips.
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Something in the Autumn air feels psychedelic and always gives me the urge to go on a journey. As everyone who trips knows the availability of mushrooms is rather random and either they're around or they aren't. Slowly I began toying with the idea of using LSD again. I decided I had to be smarter about it this time and watch my dosage and setting. In October I found that a friend of mine had returned from a jam band concert out of state with a reasonable amount of acid he was willing to sell. He informed me it wasn't the strongest acid which I was ok with as I didn't want a hardcore trip. I bought the lowest amount he would sell which was 5 small tabs.
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That Friday I finished class at 11 and met up with my friend J. The original plan was that I would provide the acid, J would provide weed, and two other friends would bring some opium. J and I attempted to contact the two others, we’ll call them P and A, from his dorm but had no luck. Eventually we decided just to head over to my apartment and on the way bought tripping essentials like cigarettes and drinks. Once we arrived we took some bong hits and then managed to contact P and A. Unfortunately they did not obtain any opium but were bringing more herb which was just fine with me.
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J and I waited awhile for them to arrive but they were taking a very long time so at around 12:45 or so we each took a hit. P and A then arrived at about 1:15 and neither J or I were feeling anything yet. P and A ingested their’s and we proceeded to smoke insane amounts of weed through the various pieces in my apartment, including a glass bong and huka. We were so high from the marijuana that I wasn’t sure if I was feeling the acid or not though when J and I were sitting on the porch and listening to music it became clear that there was a bit more going on than just the high from the weed. The trees looked more interesting than usual and everything seemed extremely funny.
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J and I went back into my apartment with P and A and smoked even more. By this point we were all talking constantly and laughing a lot, typical threshold effects. Around 3 o’clock (T+2 hours) we heard a knock on the door. I at first blocked the door from being answered and with a sudden wave of paranoia glanced out through the peephole. I was very relieved to see it was another friend of mine. He knew we were tripping and invited us to his house where there was “more glass”. I awkwardly allowed someone else to drive my car and we went over to my other friends house where we were pleasantly entertained with psychedelic music, artwork, and incredible amounts of smoking.
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The setting was perfect for a light trip as things remained fun and I never hit a disquieting introspection. Even more entertaining than talking and laughing with everyone was J seeing an old guy from his AA meetings walking passed us as we were obviously messed up on something. My trip heightened at this point to probably what would be considered a +2 euphoria. This lasted for another several hours of socializing. I felt myself coming down around 6 o’clock, though I didn't stop feeling it until around 10PM roughly T+9 hours and I decided to leave to pick up another friend who I was supposed to hang out with for the remainder of the evening. Driving down the Washington, D.C. beltway blasting white zombie while tripping was probably the one stupid choice I made but luckily there was no disaster.
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My next experience was last Friday. I ingested a slightly more powerful hit at the tale end of the new Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie. Again I had another pleasant but mostly threshold experience but I won’t bore you with the specifics of it.
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So what is the moral of the story? Basically that psychedelics can be enjoyed at threshold levels and that you shouldn’t let one bad experience totally ruin a substance for you. Full blown trips are fun and I’m sure I will have more of those before my tripping days end but there is something to be said for taking a hit of acid and chilling on the body high. In fact, the tendency of my trips has been to use less and less rather than more and more as I feel that I have seen most of what is to be seen in that place psychedelics take me and I’m not sure that it’s healthy physically, mentally, or spiritually to go there regularly. I know what’s in the void, I don’t need to see it every day to remember. My previous bad experience probably could’ve been avoided had I taken a reasonable dose instead of what I did, roughly 7 liquid hits.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Apr 23, 2007</td><td>Views: 15,203</td></tr>
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Hmmmm where does one begin. T_T Valentines day this year, sitting at a mates house, 4 of us, waiting eagerly for our sheet of crunchy yumess to arrive, smoking bowls all morning. Finally arrives at about 12ish, after the mad grab and snatch is over I rip off 6 and slide them under my tounge. I quickly rush outside to down a few more cones before it was fruitless.
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After the aniexty chills start to run up my neck I retreat back inside to watch some tv as the amazingly bitter taste in my mouth starts to intensify. We have had these tabs before, and I had experimented with them a plenty after end of school exams, so I had a good idea in my mind what to expect from 6 at once. The problem was, I was horribly wrong, it soon became apparent to me that thinking I could calculate how high I would get was fucking retarded, as acid is acid.
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Still watching Tv about 45 min in, my jaw felt as if it was being streched from my mouth to the ground. This then started to turn into excrutiable pain and I swallowed them. My 3 friends who had taken 1, 2, 3 tabs respectively were starting to notice I was beginning to come up and started joking around to calm me down, this worked a little, then I went and layed down on the floor on my side as my jaw felt too heavy to stand anymore.
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Lieing on the ground my trip suddenly lurched into full gear, and the world started to warp all around me though I was quite comfortable. If any of you know the cover art for the tool album lateralus my vision was surroned with those eye like drawings that are continually joined up, this flowed right around me and seemed to be intergrated into everything I saw. My mates at this time were playing need for speed:most wanted for some reason. It was at this point the synaesthesia kicked in and and instead of feeling the carpet my head was rubbing against I was hearing roars from some sought of animal. I cant remember how long I was actually content lying there, but it was interupted by everyone wanting to listen to music instantaneously, so we all got up and began searching for something to listen to.
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From this point on all information is from what I remembered from the day, what I have remembered from then to now, what other people have told me, and from flashbacks, this is my story,
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It was probably only a couple of seconds before I forgot what I was doing and was just randomly walking around the house backwords and forth watching everyone pass me, everyone laughing. No matter where I seemed to go, there always seemed to be a path for me to walk down, even though I was certain the way I was going would lead to a dead end. This felt like it went on for about an hour, but I had absoutely no caring on the matter, till it dawned to me that this was the only thing I could remember doing for a very long time. I suddenly got VERY scared. But I could not stop walking, I went faster and faster, and I could of swore I was just continually going in a straight line with my friends just passing by me, smiling, muttering something that when I tried to listen to just sounded like jibberish.
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I set a goal for myself to get away from everyone and lie down, eventually I found the bunk beds in the lower room and just crashed there, for how long I was there before I was disturbed I dont know. The next part of the trip I remember very little of probably because nothing life threatening happened, as I just stayed in this room, lying on the ground, coming down a bit from the first peak talking to a sober friend who had just joined us. All I remember was talking about past trips while fucking, and that his face looked like ned flanders did after homer ate insanity peppers. As I started to peak again, I totally forgot I was on acid and asked apperently the same question over and over,
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'Guys I feel weird. What the fuck have we done. Were on drugs arent we'
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'yes 12'
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'What are we on'
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'LSD'
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'What's LSD'
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'The thing that makes you go mmmmmmmmmmm'
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This was the only conversation that I had with my friends, repeated exactly the same way time and time again, as I tripped around in my own world happily and oblviously. For some reason, I'm not quite sure, the visuals died down a bit, but the mental aspect of the trip kicked up about 50 notches. I forgot who I was, where I was, How any human functions worked (eating, breathing, fridges). Its hard to desribe how I felt, but it was a mixture of fear, total confusion and acceptance.
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Now what I have failed to mention up to this point, is that my girlfriend broke up with me the week before, whom I was dearly attached to for a plethora of reasons, but thats another story. And for the first time of the day I started to dwell on it. Why I could remember this and not who, what, why, where is still a mystery to me. As analytical thoughts go on acid, I started to feel pretty shit and walked into the bottom room which turned into a completle different offplanet mining cave as soon as I entered, I really didn't give a shit though, and I jus sat there and went into the 'acid zone' where I just totally drifted away from my body and just thought about the world, life, existence, purpose etc etc.
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Somehow, and piece by piece is revealved to me everyday, I mapped from me losing my girlfriend, to the purpose of the universe, in one big circle, and as it clicked I was separted COMPLETELY from my body to what I thought was 'gods view' at the time, where I was watching humanity, thinking omfg what a pathetic existence, this made me then turn around to myself and anaylse my own existence, realising that everything I did was completely futile and the only thing that ever made me happy was my girlfriend.
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At this point, my removed self as god, removed itself from my removed self, and started to talk to me, spilling its guts about how the universe is just a joke, and that we are all just meanigless spotches when looked at from a 'proper' other worldy viewing. I asked him what he meant, he just smiled and then everything got very fast all of a sudden and I was pulled back into a swirl of colours then black.
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When I regained conciousness, I had abosutely no memory of what had just transpiered, that I had taken any drugs that day, and I 100% believed that I was dreaming. I laughed to myself at how vivid my dream was and walked outside to be amazed at how detailed everything was, and that my friends were here in my dream too. I suddendly got the urge to put 'consume things' I dont think it was hunger, but I just wanted to put things in me. The problem was I had no idea how, blaming this on the dream, I tried to digest a cone with my mind, slamming my head into a frozen meat pie, consequently running around madly as I couldnt understand why I couldnt fix the increasing urge to consume that I was feeling.
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My friends at this stage made the logical assumption that I was 100% off my head and that I was to be watched no matter what. Somehow I got away from them, and started to make coco pops as soon as my friend (whos house it was) came into the kitchen, I got 1 frame of knowledge, I guess you could call it, of what knowledge was bestowed upon to me in my god to god talk. The scene that then progressed, of my friend telling me off for spilling coco pops everywhere, was already in the back of my head (so I thought) and that I was playing out word for word for what I thought. This scared the living shit out of me, as random images flashed into my head of what had transpired.
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Was this a dream? What was happening? How did I just know exactly what was about to happen? Freaked I ran out the door with my friends fresh on my heels, I forgot all about what had just occoured, and we walked to another mates house for a change of scenery. Upon ariving there, I remembered what just happened, tipped out all the water they were trying to use to fill the bong for some reason, and just piss bolted, according to them, faster then anything they have ever seen before, off into town.
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'I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming, this is all just a stupid dream.' To prove this to myself I walked into 7/11 and stole candy bars and just walked out eating them, totally ignoring the people shouting behind me. I then walked down to the corner store and stole an icecream, upon which the owner confronted me, and in a very life like manner told me off. This then threw me off, as the thought of 'This isn't a dream.' creeped into my head.
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I ran to the train station, hoping to catch a train home, as home I guess symbolies some thought of saftey. I thought I could give the dream testing one more go, by randomly grabbing some chick and making out with her. Luckily the surrealness of everything around me, and the chick next to me, looking at me as if I was some drugged out kid =p, convinced me otherwise. I took the train, making very careful not to miss my stop, because just like in a dream, life seems to be stopped and moving all at once.
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Once I got to the train station I SPRINTED the 3km uphill to my house, where again, I was convinced I was dreaming, my brother was home. But then it happened. I saw the time, I saw what was on T.V. and realised that in no way this could be a dream, at this moment the whole day just came crashing back onto me. In a paniced rush I rang my ex, I have no idea why, and as soon as she picked up, just like the cocopops, I felt as if every word she said, every noiance in her voice I knew. Then it clicked.
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The universe stopped moving, and started to revolve around me, and every single event that happened, is happening and will happen was thrust into my brain. The pain of this was completely un imaginable, I hit the deck holding my head trying not to scream. The visuals at this point had all but subsided. After I got up, I 'watched' the universe move forward while I remained 'still' in time, space whatever. The depression/dread/w.e that hit me cannot be put into words. Life is scripted, I have all the knowledge of it, hence life is pointless to live.
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I looked at my family, put on my shoes and walked out onto the road, cursing everyone for there ignorance, those fucking lucky fools. I had to die. I felt there was no choice in the matter whatso ever, living with this kind of feeling was not even a remote option in my head. I looked for a high ledge to jump off found none, a car turned the corner, I sat, watched, till it came just close, ran and jumped sideways into it. No thoughts, no flashbacks of my life, my brain draw a complete naught, as the car hit and I blacked out.
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I regained conciousness, I'm guessing 10 min in, as the ambulance was next to me and people were standing all around me, I looked to the side of me and saw that I was lying in a pool of my own blood, my knee looked as if it had been shatted. I felt 0 pain. I had 0 thouhts. I was taken to the hospital, were it wasn't till I was actually in intensive care till I finally thought something which was 'Fuck, as soon as I get out of here, I'll need to find something tall to jump off.'
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A psych eventually came up to me and asked me to go over what had happened, and I told him pretty much everything. But then I thought to myself. No. That was a grave mistake. If life is scripted, and I lived, then I must of lived for a reason. This, I figured, is why no one can ever know the meanning of life, as once they know it, it drives them to suicide.
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He then got on the phone and started to talk to someone. I thought I overheard him talking to some dude about how I was the one they had been looking for. The only thing that I thought he could be on about, was that I was the chosen one, that all knowledge of the universe was stored on my brain and that people were going to come in the night capture me, and use my brain as a means to take total control of the world, thus throwing it into total choas.
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If that day I felt the saddest anyone could ever be, that night I felt more scared then anyone could ever be. I sat in my room, with a screw I had winded out of the drawers next to me in one hand, waiting to stab the person in the face that was going to come and get me in the middle of the night. The problem was I also had no sleep the night before. Yet I stayed awake all night, the mins ticking by as if they were hours, freaking out of my fucking mind, till morning finnaly came and I was completly sober.
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The outcome was a broken back, as well as my back being cut to shit (I have the most intense scarring), but my knee was fine, just bloodied. This event has totally changed my life and the way I think, it triggered mutiple mental disorders, and for at least 30 min everyday, I become completely detached from reality and just anaylse it like I do on acid. Everytime I think of my ex, or see her I get flashbacks that 1 out of 3 times cause me to vomit. The only positive thing I have gained out of this is a profound understanding of people, life and how they work, despite not feeling human myself.
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I could of put alot more into this, but its hard to remember it all at once, bits and pieces come to me randomly.
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Despite all this I still went raving three days later and candy flipped.
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And that was Valentines day 2006
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 53518</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 think I should start out by saying that, in my honest opinion, everyone of strong will should have the right to experiment with LSD and similar drugs. There is a lot one can learn, and to have the tight grip of linear reality snap, even temporarally, is priceless. Such experiences can lead to searching for spiritual truths, with the knowledge from experience, that these truths exist. Don't be scared from my story, but of course try to learn from it.
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This happened a couple years ago, but that in no way has dimished the lucidity of these memories. It's like the flash of color in the apple in the novel 'The Giver', something that stands out so much that it can never be forgotten.
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A friend of mine, say Carl, had scored some blotter. I had heard that some acid was floaing around, but as usual, it had all been 'allocated' before I could score some. And I was broke.
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So on the bus on the way a mutual bud's house, I tried to plead with Carl to float me some fry. He declined, haveing only a few hits, like ten or so. But I persisted, and eventually it was agreed that he would throw me four hits if I gave him my glass pipe, which was decent quality and worth about 30 bucks, so it was a decent deal. In terms of money I got ripped off, but you can't trip on a glass pipe like you can LSD, no matter how much resin it has in it, so I felt it was square.
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So we got to my friends' house. We'll call them Tom and Seth. Tom and Seth rented the bottom half of a duplex. The guy that lived in the top was cool so nobody worried about him calling the cops if things got out of hand.
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So I'm sitting there with a sandwhich baggie with my four hits in it. We toked a few bowles out of pipes and bongs and Seth played some mellow melodic trance. It was a cool scene and the people were all great. I decided to eat two of the four. I had done weak ass liquid before on sugar cubes, so what I thought acid was and what it really is were two totally different things. So I ate the hits. They had pink elephants dancing in skirts on the blotter squares. I'll never forget that.
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About twenty minutes went by and the rush didn't come on. My step brother was also there and he said that I should eat the other two hits. I declined, saying that I wanted to see how intense it was first. He called me a pussy and all the other terms usually used in peer pressure, so I ate the two hits. Big mistake? Depends on your perspective. On thing is for sure, Never give in to peer pressure. That's when you really become the bitch, not by holding your own, but by giving in.
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So, about ten more minutes go by, and I get a bit disappointed. So I take a bong rip. It's like the dam broke. Instantly I was tripping balls, but within my limit. I guess this is a very common experience, weed kicking in the fry.
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After a while of total amusement at walls breathing in unson with me, growing carpet, Goku on Seth's DBZ poster winking at me and trying to 'super saijin' of the page, the flock mind decided to go to the neighbor's house. The block they lived on was a row of duplexes, and everyone was cool who lived there. Now that I look back, it was the perfect chill spot. So we get to this dude Sam's house, and Sam generously offers a round of bowls. There's like six of us at Sam's house, and we are all frying but Sam. So after a while sitting in Sam's room, everyone crazy-eyed and looking at these strange fractal patters on the walls and carpet. Some people amused by the hairs growing and corkscrewing on their technicolor skin, others just giggling, Sam says 'So you're all frying?' And that was when decided to leave.
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So Paul, who was also at the 'party', drives me and my step brother Greg, and Carl to my house. On the way I start climbing way too quick, already way out of the league of my other two fry experiences. I get scared, unable to orient myself. Nothing seems solid, and the whole drive was one stoplight that blurred into the next. The lights creating massive tracers that linger like crazy. the people next to me melting into thecar, which itself rolls live water around. I ask Paul to take me home, and he says, in a agitated voice, that's where we're going. I later found out that Paul was the only one of us who didn't score some acid, and was pretty pissed about it.
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Eventually we get to my pad. And this is when shit hits the fan. I immediately and instinctively go to my room, sit down on my bed, and try to pick up the pieces of my head and 'hold it' together. It's like my headspace is flowing over the ground and I will it back into my skull. I try to put a cd in my player, by I can't manage to get it in the damn drawer, so I leave it on the grownd. Then I let go, and it starts.
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This is the closest analogy I can come up with. Sitting there, watching the opposite wall, this 'thing' manifests. Not like a creature, but some organic construct. It looks like what a really intricate glass pipe being blown would look like if it was like ten feet tall and molten, liquid color. Or maybe 'solid' smoke. Colored oil also seems fit. Now, this totally enthralls me, this throbbing living liquid glass formation in front of me. Then it hits me: everything is linked to it, it is linked to everything, including my mind.
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This thought makes the formation flare up, and I can FEEL this action, and my whole perspective is 'tugged' by it. I can control it! I was, for lack of a better term, like sex. The more I felt it the more it flared and then the more I felf it. Then something else hit me: Am I controling it, or is it controling me? Whith this thought, I relinquish my ego, and the thing gravitates the whole universe into it, all my senses feel this. I hear wind, feel it in every cell, see it as manifest thought-light. No thoughts. Just raw experience. Then these 'eyes' open up everwhere, and they too participate in this 'gathering'. Then I have this feeling, like every one, every human, all beings, are here too. I can somehow feel them, I remember my backpack hanging on the wall. Every particle, every atom, was a different being. A different universe, unique yet the same, totally equal.
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I could see people doing mundane things in these eyes, like doing laundry. I remember seeing a girl doing homework. I could feel their minds. I knew that I too was just one more being in this collective existence. All the actions people were doing equated, they all were the same action somehow. There was a sameness, but moving and alive and free. Everything was balanced. I felt geat compassion for the other beings that I saw, doing all the things, not knowing that they had the essence of existence, the Truth, unchanging and pure, in their laundry! It was absurd, but it was true! I felt at peace, there was nothing to do, nowhere to go, the question was answered, because it didn't even exist in the first place. everything was new and fresh and changing, yet unchanging. All paradoxes met themselves and danced.
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Then a transition happened. I don't know how long I was in the 'eye' room, time having been left with my body far away in the cunfusion of dualism. But now everything had faded into this infinate black and white 'pinwheel'. It was infinate in size so I could not see its edges of shape. All my perceptions became one feeling as thispinwheel spun slowly. Black and white waves circlind an invisible center. 'Whoosh!': A sensation felt heard seen and tasted all at once. Whoosh!...Whoosh!.. As it turned. I had no thought, just the experience of it. No peace, no lack of peace. No fear, no lack of fear.
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Then something was 'offered' to me. This is the only way I can describe it. I pulled away, refusing, but not with fear, with the feeling 'That's okay, I don't need it.' Words can't accurately describe the way the lack of 'I' 'turned down' the 'offer'. In fact 'I', 'turned down', and 'offer' all taint the experience. It was like a letting go, the most beautiful feeling I can remember ever having in my life. Now I say this with no pride, for there was no such thing at that particular time. I don't think 'God' was offering me some 'Reward', in fact I don't know what 'it' was, but that's what happened. Don't puff up or feel jeajous, you were there too. A very srtange experience indeed.
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Sometime in the night I fell asleep. I had blackedout when the glass formation 'gravitated the universe'. I woke up, still frying mind you, but in a body with an ego and opinions and sense of self and all the goodies that come with the deal. Carl called me a faggot and left. I couldn't understand why. I still was way out of it. My room was trashed. The window was broken, some of my cds were broke all over the floor, my bedframe was leaning on the wall, and there were holes in the walls themselves.
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It seems that my body had a trip of it's own while my mind left. I had, being told afterwords by the people who were there, taken off all my clothes, spat on people, tried to hit them, masturbated in front of everyone, and tried to have sex with men and women alike. Thankfully my mom and stepdad slept upstairs during this event, or the trauma of what 'I' did might have been too much to handle. Imagine waking from a bad trip only to find out you hit on your mom.
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It took a while for my friends to accept me back. They had all seen 'freakouts' before, but none of this caliber. I was eventually forgiven even by the faggot-calling Carl. I even gained a strange form of respect from everyone. I tried to tell some people what happened, but nobody got it. Others got all puffed up and thought I was trying to 'become' something. The ego can't describe to beings with egos what happened when the ego itself was dead. It's kinda like trying to tell someone what chocolate tastes like when they just have to eat it themselves. I guess I can say that I tasted a very special form of chocolate, and I wish everyone else could too.
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You can see now why it depends on ones own perspective if this was a bad trip or not. I could have easily killed myself, been beaten, thrown in jail, I could have ran outside and made a fool of myself and never heard the end of it, or be 'perma-fried'. Every once in a while, I remember doing or seeing something else during the backout period. Most of the memories aren't easy.
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Everyone agrees that the acid was good, but nobody fried that hard that night. I would never do it again, but I don't regret doing it. I hope you got something out of my story.
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-Kennny<!-- End Body -->
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I recently did LSD for the second time, and also got completely drunk for the first time, so I thought I might contribute to this wonderful site. Past drug history includes a ton of marijuana (I was one of the biggest stoners in my area), more DXM then I should've done, other pharmaceuticals, opium, and amphetamine. I loved to smoke pot, but unfortunately overindulged and became blind to the world I was living, eventually leading to me getting busted. I haven't smoked in 8 months, and have 6 months more of probation, but learned a lot about myself in that time. Marijuana is my favorite drug, but now LSD ranks next to it.
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Past experience with LSD was approxiamately equivalent to 3-4 hits. It was overwhelming but positive, until the end when it turned downhill. I had so many questions and began losing contact with my ego, fearing I was stuck in a state of hallucinogenic psychosis. My friends told me the answer was I'm on acid, which I couldn't comprehend, raving 'you have no idea'. I freaked out, and pleaded to God to let me keep my sanity.
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The following week I was a wreck. It took a while to mentally rehabilitate myself. Since then I did mushrooms on a few occasions, and smoked salvia. These experiences led me to want to try LSD again. I know the wonders it can perform on an individual, and armed with more knowledge and experience I was determined to face what LSD would give me with arms wide open and a smile on my face. This lead me to my present affair. I have never been totally drunk, only buzzed due to I believe the history of alcoholism in my family and thus a high alcohol tolerance.
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SO THE ADVENTURE BEGINS; OUR HERO IS PARTYING IN A BASEMENT WHEN OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS SHARPLY AT THE DOOR ~ ~ ~
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T+0:00(8:30 PM?)- I was hanging out at my friend K's with people, and we had just aquired a 1/5 of rum. We were shooting pool, playing Xbox 360 and rocking out to Maximum Unicorn while jamming in the back room. Friends D, Z, and myself went to do some shots of the rum. I slammed down 5, and went back to playing pool. Z dropped 2 hits of LSD, and hooked me up with one I threw down on earlier in the week.
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T+0:30 - Feeling buzzed and partying to the music on stereo, D, Z, S, and myself head out to D's. I drive S home (don't drink and drive, I wasn't drunk but one should never risk it), then return to D's to spend the night. I drove D and Z to the local Family Video, where we rented the 40 Year Old Virgin. Without much thought I dropped my hit, with rousing cheers of approval from D and Z. We return to D's, and I bring in my guitar and FX. I begin to feel flushed and happy.
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T+1hr - We pop in the movie while I sip on the rest of my Captain's, feeling warm, and noticing the coming up on LSD. Colors being to brighten and I get a little giddy. My friend's TV is messed up and the contrast adjusts automatically, which adds to the effect and projects me into my LSD state of mind.
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T+1:30 - The movie is hilarious, but time seems to slow way down. I sip my alcohol, and start drawing insights fromm the film, making connections between life and the movie, and how there are lessons to be learned. Basically cognizant and laughing my ass off every 30 seconds (which seems like 5 minutes).
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T+2:00 - I begin to get restless because the movie feels as if it has been on for my whole life and then some. I go piss and begin to notice patterns on my friends bathroom floor. The grey concrete has geometrical patterns of white light, now starting to move about. I think to myself 'sweet!', and go back to the movie.
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T+2:30 - I feel fantastic! I finish my alcohol, and the movie finally ends. The walls begin to breathe, and I feel heavy and light at the same time. I call up my friend M, and she wants me to come over, but D says 'no' and something about me being fucked up too much. I dissent like a little schoolboy disagreeing with his parents but comply (hahaha). I swing around a metal support pole and think to myself 'I'm going to fall over now', which I do and laugh. I'm having a grand ole' time.
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T+3:00 - Time begins to blur, like my vision is. The walls are breathing, and I begin to have dramatic visual perception shifts. I turn on my guitar and hook it up to my new delay modeler, and begin my night of electric stimulation. The music sounds so profound, and occasionally echoes and reverberates in my mind. I'm focused, happy, warm, and cognizant.
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T+4:00? - I don't know what time it is. As I play I create a story in my head to go with the music, and begin to narrate to Z. I'm creating universes with my riffs, an electric jam for all seasons. Everychord and note sounds so right, as if it should be. Every choice I make reflects the outcome of what I am. I change musical styles for different aspects of my world. Vibrant chromatic auras appear around objects, and Z's face is beautiful, his hair reflects the light and shimmers. D tries to go to sleep, and his face keeps shifting. I tell Z he reminds me of a lizard hanging on a rock in the desert, perhaps a Jim Morrison reference; Z was quoting the Lizard King.
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D remarks that I sound good, but that I have to try and keep it down. While playing I revisit my past acid experience, I become overwhelmed in a state of euphoria, realizing I have overcome my past folly, ushering a new state of openess and bliss. I have an epiphany, 'The answer to the acid question is music.' The changes in keys and syles and notes reflect the choices we make in life, and the outcome is how we view it. I have conquered the demons of past battles, and am master of my destiny, the vessel under my control as I explore the vast seas of wisdom. The poet's whim implants in my brain and throws a party. Dance the night away, maidens weep while children play? By the way you should read Henry David Thoreau, i.e. 'Walden', great book with wise insights.
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T+Till I go to bed around 6 AM - I play my symphony and stand in awe of all around me. I feel as though I am one with all, I thank God for creating me and letting me experience life with everyone. I narrate to Z a story of a whale, with inspiration I obtained from 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. This whale is called into existence miles above the surface of the earth. As he falls he ponders life's questions and mysteries, and remarks at the beauty of creation. Instead of slamming into solid ground, I state he dissovles into the ocean and is absorbed by other living things, for their benefit thus creating an endless transition of knowledge from creature to creature.
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I then ramble on for another hour, and just play as I gaze at my surroundings. My vision is blurred, and I have acid vision, D's exercise equipment breathes, and his walls and floors follow suit. Artistic patterns and fractal designs dance merrily across breathing surfaces, brilliant spirals and colors shine in my mind's eye. D's body shifts and changes shapes, his face changes expressions though he is alseep. Z and I don't speak much, but we feel this connection, like
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'Man It's just so amazing.'
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'I know man.' (excellent stereotypical stoner vocab)
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Words don't describe the emotion and the overall fervor, so I close my mouth and let the music speak for me. I play until about 5:30 AM, then lay down on the floor and go to sleep sometime around 6.
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T+12:00? (around 9 AM) - I wake up around 9 as if I had blinked, not feeling like I slept. I have a headache, and the LSD effects have dissipated, except the emotional afterglow and sense of well being. I couldn't remember much of the movie, except that it was funny. This experience was much more positive than the last, and has given me an even more positive outlook for LSD.
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Until next time, happy trips and stay smart.<!-- End Body -->
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I started off the night by dissolving a sugar cube soaked in a rather potent mixture of LSD that my friends and I had been enjoying of late. Normally I would take two for a strong trip, like I was after tonight, but I had decided to experiment with mixing other drugs with LSD to change the psychedelic experience.
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This Acid was particularly pleasant as it came on fast. After an hour I was already getting strong visual distortions, the usual warping effects that one experiences while under the influence of LSD. I waited another two hours until I was starting into the peak of the journey, where the visual distortions became full blown, open eye hallucinations, auditory hallucinations and that warped sense of thought that starts to come about. It was now that I decided to take my hit of Ketamine.
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The Ketamine was in a pill, so it may have contained MDMA and other ingredients, but the main compononent was the Ketamine, and it was the K hit we were after. Myself and two of my friends crushed up a pill each and snorted a line. We then rolled a joint and shared it around. Half an hour later I was beginning on the most intense trip that I had ever experienced. First I was hit by an intense feeling of numbness, offset by euphoria, and I could hear strange sounds echoing in the background. I remember looking at one of my friends, who said something to me, but I couldn't make out what was said. Suddenly I forgot how to differentiate between sight, sound, taste, smell and touch. It all became a whirlwhind blur of intense visuals and sounds.
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I remember watching a spot on the wall that seemed to be crumbling inwards, then an intense burst of light exploded from that spot. I watched the light trail and it became a dragon. It twisted and turned, split into two, then rushed towards me. I let out a frightened yelp as I was overcome by the light wave and sat up suddenly. I can't remember lying down, but obviously I had done it previously. I started to think about that, but quickly lost my train of thought. I could hear something in the distance, something just beyond my reach. I tried to grab at it, but I failed and was only rewarded by a maniacal laugh that sent a shiver running up and down my spine.
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This is when the fear started to hit me. It crept up my spine slowly but surely, my heart started to race, I could hear the blood pumping through my veins... THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP... suddenly this just became another sound swept up in the whirlwhind of psychedelic colours. I watched as a rainbow myriad of patterns washed over me and I saw in them evil creatures dancing, taunting me and laughing over and over in that horrid, evil laugh. I tried to let out a scream, I wanted to get out of there, I wanted to run, to escape the horrid hell that I had fallen into; when I realised that I had no voice. All things became meaningless, time had lost all relevance, reality no longer existed, all that was and all that there ever would be was my soul, my being, my very existence.
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At this point I got stuck in a loop where I convinced myself I was some kind of deity stuck in a pre-infantile state where I was not fully aware of my awesome powers, and that I could only tap into them slightly through dreaming up my reality. I forgot now that I was on any kind of drugs and as I watched my soul float away from my body, higher and higher into the myriad of colours I started to lose my sense of composure. For lack of a better word, I freaked out because I thought that my soul was being torn from my body and I would have no way to return to my divine essence, doomed forever to obscurity in purgatory. Obviously some other deity was responsible for this, one who knew about my infantile state where I was stuck in a dream, and now that I was awakening they were trying to dispose of me. I tride to scramble my way back to my body, but I realised that as a soul I had no arms or legs.
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At this stage I was yelling and squirming on the floor, and my friends were trying to calm me down, but I still couldn't comprehend them. After a while my soul seemed to return to my body and I started to calm down, focusing on the still shifting, pulsing patterns and entrancing sounds echoing all around me. I have no idea how much time had passed, but I was still tripping intensely, and by the time I could finally comprehend that there were other Human beings in the room with me, it had been nearly nine hours since I had taken the LSD. It still took about another half hour before I could follow conversation sufficiently to respond to my friend's queries, at which point I assured them that I was ok.
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Speaking with my two other friends who had combined the three, I got similar reports. It seems that the dissosciative effect of Ketamine combined with the psychedelics of Acid creates a very, very intense out of body experience that is very difficult to differentiate between reality and the effects of the drug. I have no doubt whatsoever that the sheer intensity of this was due in large to the mixing of Weed with the other two, however. While I would reccommend the experimentation of Ketamine with Acid, combining Cannabis with this as well is a very intense and disturbing experience.
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While I enjoyed myself, and am pleased to have experienced such an intense journey, it is not a combination that I think is meant for Human use. It is very, very easy to panic and have a bad trip on this combination, and were it not for the fact that my friends and I are all experienced trippers who knew how to handle it, I think that things wouldn't have turned out so well. Out of the three of us, I enjoyed it the most, one said it was interesting and the other said he hated every second of the trip. We all agreed it was something that we would never combine again.<!-- End Body -->
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A group of us had gathered to take acid one Friday night. We had planned this following a trip we’d had the weekend before, we acquired 7 blotters of acid with the Mandelbrot set printed on them. After hours of waiting around we headed over to our friends place at around 10:00 pm. There was me, K, F, M, G, C, B and a friend of F’s I didn’t know (let’s call him S), who wasn’t tripping. We ventured to a very posh suburb of Sydney to where K lived. At around 11:00 when we arrived we dropped the acid. I felt massive anticipation after I chewed up the little blotter, I could feel rushes of excitement through my body.
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We decided to leave the house since K’s parents were still home and go to a very large park near his house. The park is a playing field next to a lighthouse, over to the far side the park stops and there is a cliff with a VERY large drop, then it’s the ocean. We strolled around the park for a while, all of us very excited and thinking that we were ‘starting to feel something’. The others were obsessed with the idea of going over the fence and sitting on the cliff, something I was not up for. We walked to the far corner of the park; we could feel the acid coming on. When we reached the corner everyone but me and S jumped over the fence and sat on the cliff.
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I hung out on my side of the fence with S for what seemed like hours, we smoked some weed, talked a little bit, nothing exciting. But then, all of a sudden I look at the ground and it seemed as if the cracks were growing, there were cool colours and I was enjoying it. I alerted S to this, he seemed cool, he was having speed and weed, I giggled and called it ‘spweed’. I looked into the sky and the clouds were moving much faster than usual, like in time lapse photography. The clouds were also forming patterns similar to the Mandelbrot set, which I found interesting because what was something I experienced the week before at a trip at K’s house.
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I started to grow bored, they would come up from the cliff and were trying to convince me to come as well. I decided against it because acid + cliffs = bad things. I jumped the fence once or twice, but never made it all the way down. Eventually they all came up, I was disappointed that I couldn’t go down, it sounded like they were having a great time down there. We played around the park for a while, giggling and so on, running around, etc. Me and a couple of people walked over to the road (this is a huge playing field so we were quite far away from everyone else), K and G wandered off down a street and we didn’t know where they were going. We turned back and found M and F sitting down and laughing. I wanted to find K and G, eventually convincing F and M to follow us to the road.
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I had been noticing how the world gained a strange blue/green/purple tinge to it, everything seemed so alien and weird. We found G and K after what seemed like years sitting on the slope by the road. We sat in the grandstand for a while, just me G and K. We talked for a while, waited till the others found us then decided to go to the graveyard which was basically across the road. We walked over, all the others being loud and hitting stuff, they were drawing way too much attention to us and I was getting paranoid. We all got into the graveyard and started to walk down the rows, we would grab a ‘mate’ or two and walk.
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This was for me the best part of the trip. At first it was me, G and S walking around and talking. Me and G are very good friends, he is someone I would like to trip with much more often. We would sit in a little tucked away space and me and G would talk weird acid things, forgetting and laughing. We walked for a while, looking into the graves, not being able to make out what was there, everything seemed very alien, the visuals were truly spectacular. Eventually we all decided to go off on little ‘alone trips’ around the graveyard. I wasn’t in the mood for an alone trip, I wanted to talk with my friends, but they didn’t want to so I had no choice. I wandered around the graveyard, looking at graves and following the rows and small alleyways, hoping to bump into one of my friends. It was an extremely deep trip so to speak, I didn’t have any profound thoughts on life or anything, which was what I wanted, but I had fun with what I had.
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Every now and again I would bump into someone, talk for a second and then they would just walk off into the darkness. I walked around and started to think to myself how the LSD experience was a hypersensitivity of sorts, I felt hypersensitive to colour, sound, light, energy and vibration. I thought about his until I found B, M and F around a couple of crypts, climbing on them and into them. None of them were in much of a mood for a conversation so I left, bumping into K and G a couple more times.
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Then at one point I started to have a bad trip, I was walking along one of the rows and all of a sudden I felt completely alone. Normally I could feel my friends around me, I knew they were in the graveyard but I couldn’t see them. Anyway, this feeling suddenly vanished and I was alone, I began thinking that they everyone had left the graveyard and knowing they were on acid they could have gone virtually anywhere. I began to freak out. I could see people jumping up from behind tombstones, running and hiding behind other tombstones. I ran through the rows hoping to find someone when I bumped into K, I knew I was fine. I decided to stick with the others from then on.
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Everyone decided to leave and we couldn’t find G, we looked for him and when I found him he was sitting on a large tomb staring blankly in front of him, he wouldn’t respond to me, when I spoke to him, he would look at me and then keep staring. I sat down next to him and stared at what he was staring at, I said to him: “Now I know why you picked this spot” It was a perfect view of the front gate and the layout of graveyard, it was like a long passage with trees at the end, and everything was drooping and melting and bleeding, doing weird acid things. I was in awe of what I saw, it was spectacular.
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The others were standing on the road shouting for us to come to them, I told G we’d better go, but again he didn’t respond. I was envious of him, he was having the trip I wanted to have, but I wasn’t in that headspace, I was kind of paranoid and just didn’t want to attract attention, but our names were being screamed very loudly at all hours of the morning. I also felt like I was bumming his trip a little, he was very silent and introspective, and there I was telling him we’d better go and talking to him. Eventually he got up and walked out, I followed.
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I walked ahead of the others, again they were making noise and hitting things, my paranoia grew. I walked as fast as I could to the slope from the field to road, watching them dance around the roundabout with cars going past and so on. I admired how the street looked, and how the sky looked, I took in my surroundings. I saw G walking ahead as well, I caught up to him. He greeted me and we walked. The next bit is a little hazy. This was a month ago and I’m still piecing together what happened. I think we went back to K’s house and sat in a room I referred to as the ‘think tank’ or ‘headspace’. The others had been looking for us and we all laughed when they came back to K’s accepting defeat, and found us rolled up in doona’s staring at the walls.
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G went to sleep. I attempted to sleep, but couldn’t. The others said they were going to see the sunrise, so I followed. We wandered up the road to the cliff, I was still tripping, cracks in the road stretched and grew as I walked, and we crossed the big road over the cliff end. I didn’t have my shoes on, so I sat in a bus stop to put them on. I went in where my friends had gone, and thinking I was on private property, I got to the end and jumped over the fence. I continued along the walkway in this beautiful path/park along the cliff. I got to a point where I had no idea where I or they were. I found a payphone across the street and called K, he said they were near me and on the cliff. I continued along with no luck and the walkway ended, so did that park. I’d obviously gone past them and had to back track (a good 500 metres). I walked along, rich snobby people shaking their heads, I thought it was funny.
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Eventually I could see people on a cliff about 200 metres ahead of me, ‘is that them?’ I thought. I walked over and surely enough it was them, they were right next to the lighthouse where I’d jumped the fence, I’d gone straight past them and then on for another half a kilometer or so. I sat and stared at the sunrise, the line between the ocean and the sky was blurred, and the two look like one. I was still tripping, not as intense as before, it was a calm and content type tripping. The sky/ocean was beautiful, truly one of if not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, I thought to myself ‘this is what god must look like’.
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We had a couple of bongs, I still didn’t go over and sit on the cliff. We eventually left and went back to K’s house where G was just waking up. We hung around for a while, eventually me and G decided to leave. We were in an acid haze, we weren’t tripping but we weren’t exactly sober. This time to me was the downtime after the trip. Me and G walked for hours down a main road, every now and again we would stray off the main road to find a ‘nook’, a little park or something to sit in. We walked and talked for nearly three hours, just talking about the trip, our friends, life, and laughing about the snobby people we walked past who looked at us shaking their heads.
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After walking for 12 kilometres and having a great few hours with G, we reached a bus depot and simply went separate ways, he went left I went right, one of the best few hours I’ve spent with a friend simply ended without a goodbye, but we were content, we’d had a huge night, I got home in the afternoon and went straight to sleep.
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In retrospect the trip was not as meaningful as I had hoped, however it was one of the best nights of my life, I had an amazing trip, and got a chance to connect more with my friends, especially G.<!-- End Body -->
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Material - 1 hit of acid blotter (white, unperforated), 9mg 2c-i
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Setting - My high school, my apartment, the local convenience store. I am alone the entire time.
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Purpose - Entertainment and exploration.
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Background - A drug user for less than a year, am 20 now. I have done a whole host of substances, legal and otherwise. Previous psychedelic experience includes ethocin, miprocin, DMT, 2c-i, LSD, and HBWR.
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0:00 - I unwrap my stored hit of acid in a gumwrapper to find it has become curiously moist. What the heck? I chew it and everything else, including the gum wrapper. I curse myself for not storing it better, then insert a 9mg 2c-i gelcap into my rectum. Immediately after I dose, my dad decided to come over and grab some things he left at my apartment. I tell him I'm going out.
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+0:05 - Alerts already -- Feels like the initial sublingual effect of LSD. I decide, hey, I dunno if this'll be too strong, so let's go for a walk along the country side, and since my old high school is right nearby, let's go there too! I start the 20 minute walk to my high school, which is conveniently located by my apartment (along with a convenience store).
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+0:10 - I pick up a soda at the convenience store and head towards my high school.
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+0:25 - Arrive at the old high school. I pick up some of the fliers they have up front about LSD and read them (heh).
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+0:45 - Sit in the shade by my school and watch people do their thing around the school (mostly construction workers and tennis players, school was in the off season). The visuals start to come on a little, as well as some muscle tension. I start to think, 'Maybe that wet LSD had all gone to shit and I'm not really gonna get much of anything.' There seems to be a little 2c-i color fuzzing.
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+1:00 - Those clouds are looking pretty damn interesting. A fly buzzes by my head and leaves a long trail behind it; one thing acid seems to have is more blatent motion trails than any other hallucinogen I've done. There is a little digestive tract discomfort now, and I feel like I should deficate.
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+1:10 - Those clouds are looking REALLY REALLY damn interesting, as is my cellphone's LCD screen. Guess the acid worked afterall! I start walking back towards the convenience store. It's pretty how out today and I want some water. The walk back to the convenience store confirms that I am definitely tripping. This is a solid +2/3.
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+1:25 - I get to the convenience store and find it is a completely different place than it was earlier. I am now at a solid +3. I get some water and sit at the side of the convenience store. As people pull up, I find myself unable to properly observe who they are from a distance. I think I see an old asian guy sitting in a car, only to look back at him a second later to find he is a young white kid. Huh? I start looking at the trees and glass more, as this seems to be a little more stable and less confrontational than people and their vehicles. Spade like green and purple patterns begin to manifest; more sharp and pointy, and less neon and more pastel than those of ethocin (4-HO-DET). I recognize these immediately as being from LSD. Is the 2c-i working much? It's hard to tell, I am very faced at this point. The grass is also notably unreal looking, in a way I have not seen before.
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+1:45 - Time for acid dialing! I start running through the list of people on my phone and calling them. No one can really chat it seems.
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+2:00 - This is a little intense. It would be nice to be inside now. I start walking home, but my dad's car is still out front, and I'd hate to confront him completely warped on acid and 2c-i. I head back to a grove near the convenience store. Body load is pretty strong at this point, with some medium intensity nausea.
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+2:10 - I sit under a willow tree, where I have a beautiful view of the farmed, grassy countryside. Beyond the hills, in the distance, is a forest; this is the main focus of the visuals. The limbs of the trees move with the wind, and the acid moves with it; spade-like swirls spill and curl and warp with the sway of the branches. I stare at this for a while.
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+2:30 - I look through the list of numbers on my phone again, and decide to phone one I hadn't before (we shall call her 'A'). A picks up the phone, and isn't busy. We chat about random things for a while. Time dilation is extreme; a 30 minute conversation seems like 2 hours. I check and see if my dad's gone; he is. I say goodbye to A (who I'm still talking to) and head inside my apartment.
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+3:00 - The apartment is alien. Furniture and objects undulate in size. The apartment seems washed in a purple-red color. The carpet swirls in spade-like patterns. After some exploration, I head to my laptop, which also seems completely alien (the screen is washed in purple and my vision seems very blurred). I message A with 'Holy shit!'. She blocks me; I guess that I was been annoying her a lot more than I had realized. I feel very shitty about this, but I try not to think about it too much. I start chatting with my friends, but find conversing to be not as coherent as I'd like it to be. I put up an away message any play on my keyboard some, but that doesn't seem very productive either, so I got back to chatting. I am very energetic. There is a lot of body load and muscle tension right now.
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+4:30 - The sun seems to be beginning to sink back underground, and I head to the window to observe it. The trees about 40 feet away are still swirling. I lay on the carpet and look around for 'indoor' visuals. The carpet seems to pattern out into spade fractals. At times there are reminders of miprocin/ethocin (4-HO-MIPT/4-HO-DET), but it seems to harder sharper, pointier, more ivy like characteristics to it. With eyes closed, I see some more of this, and well as some eyes that seem kind of menacing. Hmm. I keep with the eyes visual until they don't seem threatening anymore (if this makes any sense), then open my eyes.
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+5:00 - I eat some food. I find that I'm not hungry, but I force it down anyhow as I haven't eaten anything yet today. I make some chai tea too and head back downstairs; this all takes a little extra than it normally would sober.
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+5:30 - I chat with friends online more, when my dad calls. I don't pick up, but let him leave a message. He says to call him back ASAP. I decide this might be important and, after working myself up a bit, call back.
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+6:00 - I walk outside and call my dad. He picks up, and we chat some. The conversation lasts about 15 minutes, but it feels like godawfully forever. During the whole conversation, I watch the acid visuals swirl around me. I really, really hope he hasn't picked up that I'm on something, but I guess if worse comes to worse I could tell him I've had a few drinks if he asks later.
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+6:15 - After the phone conversation with my dad, things start to seem a little uglier and less fun. I'm still full of energy, but there's a lot of paranoia about whether or not my dad knew I was intoxicated. I talk with some friends about it, and they tell me to relax a little.
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+7:00 - Intensity is dying down a bit, at a +2. This is good. I watch some TV, listen to music, and try and keep negative thoughts from seeping in.
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+8:00 - Visual aspect is pretty dead, +1 now. I play some videogames. Still have muscle tension, as has been present throughout the whole experience. The next few hours are uneventful.
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+11:00 - Seems mostly over with, though I am restless. I eat some more, but my appetite still doesn't seem to be all the way back yet. My digestive track also seems out of whack.
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Concluding notes and comments:
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This trip seemed on par with an 18mg miprocin trip as far as intensity went, with the peak lasting much longer, though the visuals during the peak weren't quite as strong. I would have really preferred not to have talked to my dad then, and in retrospect I should've just said my phone was dead/away from me. Ah well.
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Days later: My digestive system seems to have been acting really funny the last few days -- diarrhea and constipation, no matter what I eat. It seems to be mostly gone now, about 4 days later, though.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50759</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 28, 2007</td><td>Views: 10,394</td></tr>
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I've done LSD several times over the course of the last year, I would estimate twelve times total (I had not used it prior to this period of time). I'm in my early 20s. I would say my experiences prior to this trip had been fairly typical. I have a reliable supply of strong enough stuff, and I generally take two hits. The most I have ever taken was four hits, though of course dosage varies.
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This time was fairly typical. The week ahead I had made plans to trip with my friend Casey, one of the two people I usually trip with. We had tripped together the month prior and it was a lovely experience, especially the comedown which we had spent drinking coffee in a 24hr coffee shop and reading a local tabloid. It was a nice sunny day and I was expecting another nice, pleasant trip. We live in a suburb, but generally ride the bus into the city to trip, to enjoy the city atmosphere for a bit before retreating into a pleasant and relatively safe park near downtown, before riding the bus back into our suburb. It can be a bit formulaic, but it's pleasant and generally how we do it.
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So, we rode into the city and arrived around 2:30pm, and promptly dropped 2 hits each of a batch of acid we were both pretty familiar with, having tripped off of it before and knowing others who had. Good middle of the road strengh cid, one tab would get you high but not as high as we felt like. So, we dropped, and then walked around a bit. About an hour and a half passed. We were both tripping quite hard and sitting together in this little garden place we know about downtown, sort of tucked off from the hustle and bustle. Suddenly, my cell starts ringing. Now, I normally just have my cell on because I like to have it as a clock, since I don't have a watch (actually, I obtained one the day after this). Anyway, I'd forgot to turn the ring off. So what the hell, I figured, and I answered.
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I immediately recognized the voice of my girlfriend sobbing. Her cat was dying. Now, she's not really cool with me using drugs, and so I tend to keep it on the down low. We sort of have a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. Now, keep in mind I was out of my skull on acid. It was awful. I blurted out that my friend Casey was on acid and I was babysitting him, so I couldn't come see the cat one last time and be with her, though I normally would. The conversation was sorta fucked up and I might have been incoherent, but she was crying and my cell gets bad reception, so she didn't catch on I was flying too... though at the time I was worried she had some inkling.
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So, I did the natural thing, and grabbed my skull and cursed and felt awful and didn't know what to do (basically how I spend most of my free time actually). After some deliberation, I decided (probably foolishly) that I was with it enough I could pass for sober, and my girl needed me. So, my buddy and I got ourselves bussing back to the suburb. He came in case I bailed out, we wouldn't be split up. I called her, etc, there was some standard acid confusion, bla bla bla, my buddy and I split up. As a footnote, Casey spent the rest of his trip alone in our burb, and actually had a really pleasant trip apart from a bit of worrying about me.
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I got to my girlfriend's house. I'd probably been tripping about 2.5 hours at this point, and was high. Peaking even. I was feeling sad about the cat, worried about pulling off what I had to pull off. I'd never needed to pass for sober for a prolonged period of time before, and was gonna be with my girlfriend, her teenage brother, and her god fearing mom. I had visuals, racing thoughts, a 'body high' feeling, etc. So, the door opened, everyone was there, this cat was dying and stuff, they were supposed to spend some time with the cat, then take him in to be put down (vet's advice).
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It was really sad, etc, etc. I won't get into the crazy specifics of how it was. Really unpleasant. But here's the thing, the highness just... died. It was like, apart from a slight body high, I just sobered up. Before I knocked on that door, if I stayed still and looked at the ground, it looked like it was rippling. If I looked at anything carefully, I saw fractal patterns etched onto them. All that stopped. My thinking became clear. I was able to express myself in words clearly. And this lasted for the next five hours that I spent with them, at the vets, etc. It was amazing. Once I was by myself, away from them (about 12-13 hours after I'd dropped), I was high again, typical burnout.
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Anyway, it was just interesting, how under a stressful and prolonged experience where being sober was preferable, I suddenly felt totally sober and was able to act completely normally. I even did stuff like, in the car, stare at things to see if I got the normal fractals... nothing. Once I was alone, I felt like I was high and there was no way I could be sober. I didn't want to be high, I just wanted to be sober.
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Anyway, keep your phone off when you do acid. This worked out for me, but I could easily see it having gone bad and the experience between the initial phone call and arriving at the girlfriend's place would probably qualify as a 'bad trip,' though there was some cynically pleasant conversation with Casey. Anyway, the experience of just 'sobering up' seemed worth reporting.<!-- End Body -->
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I was at my best friend's cousin's twenty-first birthday party, on November 15th 2004, where there were lots and lots of people; I only knew about four of five of them including my best friend, whom I will call 'T', and so was not as out-going as I usually am and besides all these people were acting like jerks and show offs, as people often tend to do when partying and having a good time. I sat in the corner of the room at the buffet table, eating some of the food and drinking a can of lager, whilst I watched T and his girlfriend P dancing among many others having a brilliant time. I was bored out of my mind, and was considering leaving, until T came back over to me, absolutely drunk as a skunk, and said to me, 'Here, Danny, have some of this' -
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I looked at the blotter which he held out in his hand with much amazement and felt very stunned, and to say the least, I was rather flabbergasted since I had no idea T was into illegal drugs. I knew what it was as soon as he held it out to me in his hand, and strictly told him, 'No. You know I'm not into that kind of thing. Listen, I'm heading off home soon anyway' but I was then interrupted abruptly by P, 'Shut up for God's sake your a boring party pooper, just take it you idiot!' And, even to this day, I have absolutely no idea why I took it - none whatsoever. All I can say is it wasn't at all what I’d normally call a wise idea and any other time I would have thought I'd have more sense.
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Well, this would have been round about 11.00pm I think, and though with much hesitation, I swallowed the tab of LSD from the blotter. My first initial thought that came to my head was, 'What have I just done?” I continued to drink my can of lager after that, still sitting at the buffet table not enjoying myself. After about, I'd say 20 or 25 minutes of having swallowed the LSD, I began to feel my heart beat increase and noticed that my hands were trembling although I was not cold. I knew this must have been the effects kicking in and so stood up, quite scared actually, and excused myself from the building with the false excuse of going outside for fresh air. By the time I got outside I noticed that the trees looked somehow 'distorted'. Hmmm, I thought, and not giving a damn about T and the party, I began to walk down the street from which my house is only roughly a fifteen minute walk, since I felt I needed to get away.
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Walking down the street I felt a strange tingling sensation thriving through the whole of my body. I don't know if that was the LSD or if it would have been the cold. I watched occasional cars driving past me up and down the street as I walked to my house, and noticed that as all of them drove past, there were trails coming off the back of them, as if the backs of the cars were sort of stretching and melting. I began to see flashes of red and yellow light in front of me coming from nowhere, and I began to feel anxious. I got home after what seemed like a very long time, more than just fifteen minutes - I looked at my watch and it was only 11.45 - my God I swear it seemed like it should have been about 12.30am – it seemed so long!
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I went into my living room where I sat alone on the sofa (thank God I am single!) and tried my utmost to chill out. Every single object in the room seemed far away, and I really freaked out when I looked down at the floor and discovered that it was what looked like a long, long, long way away from my feet - in fact my legs looked awfully long and stretched. 'MY God what is happening to me?!' I remember thinking - I started crying and was so very frightened. I went to look at my watch and as I did so the hands on the watch face started to melt and turn into liquid. I thought it was a dream - I was so far out-of-touch with reality, it was unbelievable.
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I stood up and with the intention of going to draw my curtains, but saw to my horror that the curtains too were melting downwards and dissolving into the floor. My God, I thought to myself, I have to get out of here. It seemed like I had been in my living room for years and that I was dead. I felt weird...I felt dead and that existence itself did not exist and that the non-existence of existence and the whole idea of 'being' itself was gone. This feeling was so bizarre to say the least, words just cannot describe it.
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Next thing I remember no objects in the room were there - actually the whole room and all my surroundings and the whole world had melted downwards into a void beneath my feet and I was standing on - and surrounded by, what was like lots of tunnels. These tunnels were green and red and yellow and blue and kept turning and twisting - it was crazy and though I felt as though I was insane and too frightened to do nothing than just stand there and watch everything around me happen as it did, I felt as though it was also fun and overwhelmingly exciting. Wow, this was brilliant, I remember thinking. Still though, I stood there surrounded by these immensely brightly colored moving tunnels not moving an inch of my body, overjoyed at this miraculous sight.
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I remember I could not get a smile off my face, and laughing out loud in hysterics - watching these tunnels from which I could not escape - all around me: in front of me, below me, at my sides, everywhere – it was actually I began to think, hilarious...I laughed and laughed. I was so happy because it was so funny and I was enjoying myself thinking I was in a weird but very, very exciting dream-world of magic; by now all fear had gone. I was in a state of total euphoria and all fright was gone. Next thing I remember I suddenly saw a door in front of me and the tunnels started to move away - they did so strangely, sort of 'backing off' into the distance, into eternity. I was then back into the living room of my house, though the walls were alive and were dancing and I too started dancing with them. I was so ecstatically happy. It felt like I had been out-of-touch with reality for more than eternity itself since eternity did not exist.
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I fell backwards straight-out, flat on my back, surprisingly enough not causing major head injury, with the immense thud I must have made hitting the hard laminated flooring. I closed my eyes and saw bright orange and deeply yellow colored stars dancing and smiling, even though they had no faces I perceived these 'stars' as smiling. They were dancing around in a strange circle-type shape with a glowing green diamond in the middle. I didn't open my eyes for the rest of the 'trip'.
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Eventually after what seemed like forever, the shapes and colors I saw behind my closed eyes faded away into blackness and void. I opened them after feeling a little bit frightened because I did not know what I would open my eyes to; everything was back to normal and felt 'myself' again and I was back in the real world with a strange feeling in my gut. The only weird thing that was still occurring was that some of the objects in the room were just ever so, ever so slightly out of proportion...but nothing major.
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The rest of the day (goodness gracious me, it was 9.10am of November 16th! My first ever LSD trip had lasted about ten hours or more!!) I was in utter disbelief at the time and what had happened. I visited T during the afternoon and told him everything. I thanked him for the LSD, and told him it was the best time of my life I had ever had, also though being the strangest and certainly most terrifying.
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If I have to say one thing about LSD, it is this: it is very strange indeed, to say the least.<!-- End Body -->
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Time Taken: aprox. 9:00AM
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First Noticeable Effects Occured At: 10:15AM
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Durration: Somewhere between 12 and 14 hrs. (difficult to gague)
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Fellow Pilgrim: 'Entheogen'
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Set: Excited, Nervous
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Setting: My Home and surrounding area
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SUMMARY--
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You can call me Delysid. I am in my early twenties. Up until the experience which I'm about to divulge, I was, in my own opinion, fairly inexperienced with drugs of any sort. Of course, like most Americans, I had consumed large amounts of caffine over my lifetime. I had smoked pot in high school, but due to the group I smoked with, never got much enjoyment out of it. I had consumed alcohol in small amounts up until just months before the experience when I started drinking heavily habitually, but still not quite to the extreme of alcoholism. I had always had an interest in 'drugs'. Even as a child I used to love reading in first aid books and encyclopedias about the effects of all types of substances, illicit or not. But it was the weeks I finally read the cult science fiction calssic 'The Illuminatus! Trilogy' that I first considered trying psychedelics.
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My thoughts mostly focused toward acid, although I had heard some interesting stories of mescaline, a substance I still hope to explore. I discussed it with the friend I knew to be most interested in the subject, who I shall refer to as 'Entheogen'. She and I agreed that since we were both so interested in LSD we might as well just try it and get it over with. Actually, we were MUCH more excited than I make it sound. In the subsequent weeks we used her contacts to get ahold of a few hits, and then finding a time to actually do it. During this time, I almost chickened out, but thanks to Entheogen I followed through on what would be one of the most amazing experiences of my entire life.
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We had four hits, one for each of us that day, and two which Entheogen and our friend 'Leary' would take the next weekend. And so, at 9AM, we put the tiny squares of paper on our tongues and prepared ourselves for the best day of our respective lives. For a while nothing happened, and like anyone inexperienced with psychedelics, we worried nothing would EVER happen. In a little over an hour however, as music played in the background, we both, almost simultaneously, began to feel an incredible rush of euphoria and expectation.
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I have to confess, I was in literal awe. I had never up until this point been so blown away by the purity of a feeling. The joy my religious upbringing had promised and failed to supply was being poured out by the barrelfull. And the feeling of expectation was almost unbareable, however our attitudes didn't match this. We didn't care if nothing else happened because the euphoria was far beyond what we'd been experienced with.
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Along with this euphoria and expectation, was the amazing change in the sound of any and all music. Music was celestail, the music of gods. In fact for weeks after I mounred the loss of those angelic ears, to hear what I still consider the true nature of music. But all this was only a small part of what occured that day. During the first hour, while still in a fully euphoric state, I experienced my first, shall we say, 'Acid Epiphany'. The music we were listening to was happy and upbeat and, feeling the music as I did, I realized how numb we become to the power of music. I dable myself and I enjoy nearly any type of music. But seeing how commonplace music ISN'T made me wonder why we take it for granted so much.
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Entheogen is very interested in the video and flash work that Larry Carlson does. So inevitably, we ended up watching one of his long works. I must be quite candid and say that she had shown me his stuff before, and the sad truth is, it quite literally creeped me out to no end. I found it interesting, but also very unnerving on a kind of subconcious level. I was nervous about watching any of his stuff, because I feared it would turn into one of those bad trips. But oddly enough, it was simply facinating to me. This brought about Acid Epiphany #2. It was a great counterpoint to Epiphany #1: We don't always have to be effected by things. It's somtimes good to hold your head above water and just look down calmly. I must note here that I constantly think in contradictions anyway. I believe, to quote F. Scott Fitzgerald 'The test of a first-rate intelligence is the abilty to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.'.
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I of course shared these first two Epihpanies with Entheogen. I kept #3 to myself... and I'm not entirely sure it should be called an Epiphany, but I guess it depends on your point of view. At some point in the early stages, I looked at Entheogen and just wanted her sexually. There are many personal reasons that this is complicated, but I won't go into them. Suffice it to say that it was not an option, nor did I entirely want it to be.
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This lead to a questioning of sexuality in general and an essential, and quite overwhelming distaste for what I saw as a 'mascualine predatory sexual mode' in which my body wanted to do something no matter the consequences. It felt animal and not human, hormonal rather than reasoned or even emotional to be more precice. I went mentally into an intense psychological and philisophical thought process of just what it means to be a reasoning animal. I felt intense shame. I decided to get some fresh air. I told Entheogen I'd be back. She asked if I was okay. I told her I was fine and I'd tell her if it was going bad at any point.
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When I went outside, the light, the colors of the world were beyond anything I'd ever seen. I took it in with utter joy. I could NOT experience this alone and could NOT let Entheogen miss this. I ran in to get her.
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When we got outside, she was not quite as impresed. I imagine I was having a slightly more visual experience than she. But she wanted to go for a walk. I of course, being the more nervous of the two of us, was worried about this concept. But being so joyous at my new eyes, I had to oblige. I said we should go to the end of my neighborhood and back. I put my hand on my cheek as we walked and it seemed that I could feel EVERYTHING about my cheek. On the way back, we passed a bush with purple flowers. She picked one for each of us. I twirled mine between my fingers until we got back to the house. But a feeling was growing as I twirled it and finally in front of the house I pinpointed the nature of it. I could sware I felt the life of the thing. It felt like an insect squirming between my fingers. I had to drop it.
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Back home, we tried to call some friends. We weren't able to get ahold of anyone. Finally, I was convinced to go for another walk. I wanted to set a boundry again, but Entheogen said:
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'Let's just walk until we feel like stoping.'
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I had the desire to explore the universe, so I fianlly let go my inhibitions and agreed. Our first stop along the way was at the nearby let's call it a 'low-price superstore', the kind of place where you can get groceries, clothing, household supplies, small electronics, or even get your car serivced in minor ways. Anyhow, the second most humorous part of the whole day was as we were walking up and I was looking at a family standing outside. I am never normally one to think this, but their baby was UGLY. When we got inside, I told Entheogen and of course we spent a rediculous amount of time just inside the side entrance laughing hesterically.
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We each made our way then to our respective restrooms. The men's of course, had no line, while there was a long one in the women's. I had to wait by the restrooms for Entheogen. I heard a lot of random noises coming from inside and even at one point got so nervous as to call her cell phone. She was fine of course.
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As I waited and watched the throngs of customers, I realized something about my sight. I remembered seeing like this before, or at least thought I did. I felt, and of course will never be able to confirm, that I had been given the eyes of my childhood back, seeing everything clearly and with wonder. But I was more perceptive of the people. I saw sadness in people that broke my heart. One woman in particular, gaunt and pale, and the man she was with just had the look of a complete jerk.
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When she got out we spent time exploring the store. We finally got a call back from our friend 'Lavinia' when leaving, but we weren't really able to talk very well at this point. We had a much easier time understanding each other than making others understand us. It should be noted that while my visual experience was possibly more pronounced, I did not seem as effected in the area of speach. I spoke with a bit more clarity than Entheogen throughout. We went on to visit our friend Leary at his place of employment, a fast food joint. Here Entheogen wished we had a floating camera to follow us and chronicle the day. But she also explained that she felt like a camera herself, and I understood her to mean that she seemed to be taking the world in like one, an observer recording the universe. I've seen this sentiment in other experience reports actually.
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When we left, we walked by a small bank of sand left by a construction crew and pretended, for just a moment to be at the beach. This is lighthearted play, and I point it out beacuse it must be said that it is not a typical activity that I engage in. I have fun, but in my own weird ways. But I was able to just play like a child. It felt beautiful. We were then headed back home. We sat for a while on a sidealk, facing a dead end street. A man far at the end was walking toward us. I have never come to realize so strongly as I did in that moment, how much we disconect ourselves from other people. I watched him walk all the way toward us and finally past us, and until he was close, he almost didn't seem real. This made me mildly sad. We drew a bit with chalk rocks on the concrete, and this made Entheogen want to get back and paint. So we started back on the road.
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As we walked, a bag blew by. Entheogen is fond of the movie American Beauty, and if you don't know, the is something in it about a plastic bag blowing in the wind being beautiful. She saw the beauty in the plastic bag, but felt stupid saying it. Once I had coxed her into explianing, I told her this:
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'It's not stupid at all. The general concesus of people who saw that movie thought that idea was great, so if they think you are stupid for actually seeing that beauty in REALITY, they they are hypocrites.'
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We stoped again at a stone and metal fince. Some one the metal greating was missing and we sat there on the stone looking at a very pretty man-made pond. I had my final Epiphany of the day as we discussed my reasons for taking this trip. I had previously told Entheogen that I was going to do this for what I'd consider spiritual reasons. I grew up religious and had renounced pretty much anything even vaugely supernatural within this last few years. But I professed to believe that the 'spiritual' and 'natural' were two sides of the same coin.
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Now, as I was right around the end of my peak, I realized that this theory had to be right. Exlpain it as god or call it the universe, do whatever you like. Terms don't matter, we're all talking about the same thing. I'm not saying everyone's right. More like everyone's about the same amount wrong, so there is no reason to worry. We will catch tinny little glimpses of whatever we are 'really' dealing with and that's all we need, even the biggest glimpse we'll get is ultimately tiny and that's okay. Some of us will seek and others will be happy with what they have. That's fine. People, including me, will continue to argue and fight about what they believe to be true. It's okay. It's fine. It's all alright. This was of course, a very comforting revelation. It's okay. And I realized that this was the moment I'd searched for all my life.
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We went and sat by the pond. Now is the MOST humorous part of the day. We sat for a while and suddenly and old man comes walking up. I assume he's going to tell us we are on private property and we'd better go. But no he informs Entheogen who's feet are in the water that there are aligators in this pond. Entheogen believes he's joking. He says no, there really are aligators in there. I tell her after he walks away that we should go. We pick up and leave. My assumption is still that he was trying to get rid of us, but I think he was trying to be polite about it. Still, to two people at the end of the peak of their first acid trip this was quite strange and quite funny.
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One last funny moment was when we passed the flower bush again. Entheogen was picking some to paint and I was telling her what I'd felt before. She kept feeling them trying to feel it with no luck. I saw man mowing his lawn. I told her we should go. She thought I was being dumb, then I uttered the line that would become a classic: '[Entheogen], we are sitting here FEELING FLOWERS! It may not seem weird to you, but trust me, it's weird.' From there on out it was mostly these funny typse of moments as I was coming down.
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AFTER-EFFECTS--
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While the day was quite amazing, I have to say that some of the after-effecs were somewhat difficult to deal with. Once I was finally alone, I was a bit frightened of everything, just mildly, and, as is often the case I'm told, I could not sleep at all. I was severely depressed the next day, which I am told is less typical, and have never read of in my studies, only one person I know claims to experience this after-effect, but I presume this was just my reaction to the 'normal' world after seeing things in such a beautiful light. I have suffered from clinical depression, so this might be a factor. (SIDE NOTE: I want it to be clear that I have not been on medication for that condition for a while and wasn't at any time near that of the trip.)
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Although I'm not convinced they were true flashbacks, I consistently, for weeks afterward, could sware occasionally that I was seeing something in my peripheral vision and turned to find nothing there. This became more common after the subsequent experiences I had with a dissociative called DXM, though they subsided after I stoped using anything for a while. But those are stories I'll come back to tell later.<!-- End Body -->
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The night started off quite regularly. I had been riding in a beaten-up Mazda for several hours with my friend (let's call him Lex) trying to find the equipment to satisfy our plans for the day. The idea was: we'd have black lights galore, tons of rave toys to entertain ourselves with, ten hits of acid (naturally), and a few drug-driven movies to watch.
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Shortly after meeting up with our friend at a pre-concert tailgate party at around 6 PM, we acquired our first and most important item...the acid. Something described to us as 'Pink Elephant' by the local dealers. It came on blotter paper and sealed in a ziploc bag. We were promptly instructed to keep it out of the light. Whether this was for protection of the acid, as they asserted, or protection of themselves, we didn't argue. I stuffed the acid into my back pocket and proceeded to buy a beer from one of the vendors. After perusing the event for about thirty minutes, we decided to leave and make the journey back to Boulder (my home town). Along the way, we called a few friends who had also planned to trip that night, with mushrooms being their substance of choice, to get the blacklights and glowsticks. With that taken care of, it was just a quick drive to Blockbuster and we were prepared.
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Back at the apartment, Lex and myself proceeded to entertain our drug-crazed guests as best we could. Fortunately, given their state of mind, they would have been content trying to make conversation with a stapler, so we didn't need to strain ourselves. We decided to eat our shares of the acid on the spot, being that our friends were already warming up to their oncoming experience. After a bit of an argument over the sparse contents of our nearly emptied stomachs, we elected to take 500mg Vitamin-C pills, two at a time for the next several hours. Lex being the acid veteran, he insisted the vitamins would make for a better trip. I had no choice but to agree. After all, why trip if you're not going to TRIP?!?
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The hour of seven found me in a state of daze, turntables rotating furiously as I attempted to cope with the rising jitters that accompanied the dose. The music in my headphones sounded unusually clear, and seemed to reverberate throughout my head. My extremities were noticeably numb, and the only thing bigger than my apprehension was the dumbstruck grin on my face. I was nervous. Not twitchy as one might expect, but I had never indulged in this quantity before. So, needless to say, I was excited to see what lay ahead.
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As my watch passed eight(T+01:00), the sun was descending and so was my ability to commit to rationality. I felt as though someone was tugging at a string that ran down through the top of my head, and that was all there was to keep me on two feet. My body was vaguely responsive to my commands, but all the while I felt as though there were energy waves moving through me, dictating my motions. Tired of spinning and curious to explore my now less-familiar apartment, I threw LTJ Bukem into the player and slunk away to my bedroom.
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As I had expected, the visuals were not wholly intense at this point, but I noticed that if I stared at certain objects for any length of time, they would bobble and shift slightly. I decided to stretch my tense muscles for a bit and attempt to meditate. After about ten minutes I deemed it a lost cause. I had been easily able to focus on previous mushroom trips, but my current state proved too energetic for me to remain calm.
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After a few minutes spent in stark confusion, I resumed my activities in the living room. My friends were involved in a heated debate about how the smurfs should be politicians. Interesting, I thought, but hardly substantial. I loitered for a few minutes, unable to sit down, and then proceeded to aimlessly surf the internet for the next fourty minutes.
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Just as I signed off, at about T+2:00, it hit. The torrential swirling replaced the overpowering glare of the computer screen with innumerable shades of iridescent colors that blew me back in the chair. I stared in awe as the bare wall shifted and shimmered, eventually turning to dust and fading from view. Excited and determined to experiment, I migrated to the bathroom, where I stared at my slightly shifting face until I was satisfied the reflection was, in fact, real. Next came the blacklit living room, where my fellow space cadets were occupied shooting nerf weapons at each other.
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Fighting through the chaos, I decided to play a video game. My unfortunate choice was 'Sega GT' on the XBOX. I played for a half-hour, and six wrecked Audis later, decided to give up anything involving coordination. I instead went outside into the mellow summer air for a smoke, and watched the fading sunlight disappear behind the grey-shaded mountains. This was definitely a high point in the trip, as the slightly rotating clouds and varying reddish and purple hues captivated me. Once the sun had set, I went back inside to be greeted by two cloaked figures toting glowsticks and LED hand lights.
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The display was intriguing. The spiralling light sources left trails that appeared several feet long. Being an avid raver, and having never seen glowsticks present such charisma, I was left speechless. All I could do was stand and stare. The lights seemed to carry a certain emotional connotation that changed with the shades. This is a difficult feeling to relate but basically, I was 'feeling' colors. Yellow elevated my apprehension, blue calmed me, green gave me a sense of energy, red made me uneasy, and white blinded me, leaving light-blue dots imprinted in my vision.
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Though the lights were interesting, I decided it would be best if Lex and myself went for an excursion. The clock passed ten before we were ready, and we left the apartment with assurances echoing from the peanut gallery that they wouldn't 'fuck up the place.' This gave little comfort, but we were too energetic to be held back. We donned the cloaks that formerly were worn by the light show duo, and ventured out into the wild.
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The scence in the parking lot was somewhat frightening. I wanted to talk to everyone, but knew that many wouldn't share my enthusiasm with hallucinogenics, and may end up reporting something to the authorities. This considered, we took the paved path that lead out to our local golf course.
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We were two acid-tripping imbeciles stumbling around a driving range at 10:30 PM, in cloaks, no less. I felt awkward but somehow open. The next two hours were spent quite constructively, with discussion involving everything from political policies to the stupidity of the act we were indulging in. What followed has stayed with me for quite awhile. Lex turned to me briefly, a look of ardent enthusiasm on his face and exclaimed, 'Dude, you know what's an awesome word? GLOOP!!! It's like glop and soup combined! Doesn't that sound awesome?!?'
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Now if I had been high, this may have triggered more of a response, but all I could do was smirk. I was amused, certainly, but I also couldn't help but fear for the sanity of mankind. I eventually succumbed to giggling and after five minutes, our conversation rotated exclusively around our newly created word. This could only have been upstaged (which it was) by our crusade to find and capture the missing 'moon nuggets,' which to any normal person would have resembled golf balls.
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So, at about 1:00 AM (T+06:00), our pockets loaded with thirty-nine total golf balls (yes, we counted them), we arrived back at the apartment. To our surprise, the mushroom children were huddled on the floor, clinging to a few oversized bean bag chairs, watching 'Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas.' Satisfied that our night had been a productive one thusfar, Lex and I joined in the ordeal and watched intently as the movie seemed to make less and less sense by the minute. By the time the movie ended, circa 2:20 AM, I could feel the acid beginning to wane in intensity. For the next several hours, we sat and watched the blinds covering the screen door, as we could discern rainbow-like patterns emerging from the cracks between them.
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Time passed, and Lex proceeded to describe his surroundings. The black lights appeared to take the forms of shimmering purple skulls, as he described them, and he eventually began laughing at a vampire supposedly trapped inside an 'Ocean's 11' poster. I would have expected this to cause a bad trip, but he claimed to be far too happy to have complications. The darkness gradually relinquished its hold on us as the sunlight crept over the horizon. After smoking a few cigarettes and chatting about various subjects, being that we were the only ones left in the apartment, we decided to go to sleep, which proved more challenging a task than it sounded. Three hours after beginning the attempt, I finally dozed off.
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The next day was a bit hazy, and contrasts were enhanced, but otherwise I felt great. For that matter, I felt as if I had been somehow enhanced spiritually by the experience. Whether it was the moon nugget hunt, or the magical exploding wall, I couldn't be sure. One thing, though, I WAS sure of. Next time, I'm trying it at a rave. Should be interesting.<!-- End Body -->
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It was late October, 2005. I had been tripping on acid a couple of times before, first in early 2005 and the second time shortly after midsummer. They had been pretty intense trips both, first was very visual with a short panic attack-experience because of big dosage (7 drops of liquid LSD) and the second was more mental with just 1 drop and spent outside in nature with profound perceptions about nature and myself and the involvement of fractal geometry present in everything around us.
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This time I wanted to experience it all by myself with no friends around so that I could concentrate on the experience by 100% and have nothing to do with others disturbing my trip. I had got myself a good-sized piece of blotter acid a couple of weeks before I thought I was going to trip. I took the weekend free of work so I had the time to come down properly and clear my head off the possible weird thoughts and paranoia there would come and had bought myself some potato chips and candies to eat during the night if I felt hungry and an energy drink to drink if I started to feel too tired.
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So, then late on the friday-evening I took the blotter from my fridge and put it first under my tongue and then after about 15 minutes, chewed it up and swallowed the rest of it. Mum was in her study and asked me to come there because she wanted to show me some beautiful picture of a cat-eye shape nebulae which was very amazing in the way how it actually looked like a cat's eye. We chatted something with her and I went back to my room and sat in front of my computer and listened to some music, goa-trance from mid 90's. I had decided to give a good listen to my favourite recordings when I was tripping. I drank a couple of beers when waiting for the onset.
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About 1 hour later the acid started to kick in. I felt a warm feeling rise through my body, it started from my feet and rose up very quickly and stopped right in the middle of my chest. I looked around myself and saw that everything was a little brighter than usual, like the colour contrast would be more intense. This was similar to the earlier trips, but in a different setting, which was my room. The only difference I noticed was that I felt the alcohol's effects covering my flow of thought which was the major difference when compared to the earlier trips.
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Every object started to leave patterns behind them when I looked around, but they didn't take any significant shape and were just stay-after images in the vision field. I just noticed that they would stay there longer than usual. About 1 hour later the alcohol effects wore off and my mind started to work again. I put in a goa-trance cd I enjoyed very much and went to lie down on my bed. It was one of my favourite cd's, Pleiadians - IFO to be exact and I had some good time listening to it and letting it drill my consciousness into the songs so deep that they almost became touchable. After about 2-3 songs I realized the acid had started to work and I felt really good of listening to the music and just analyzing every layer and shapes of sounds and the way they formed a good, working whole, many different wholes to be exact that made the song work just the way it should be working, giving good visual stimulation to imagination in the form of caleidoscopic shapes and some archetypal forms.
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2-3 hours had passed since the digestion of the blotter piece and I felt a bit unsure about myself and started to meditate on everyday problems that came up to my mind. I light up my favourite incence and a candle and set it on the floor of my room and just sat down and started to think and I found a solution to everything I had a bad feeling about at that point and had no fear anymore and just thought that everything will go as it will go.
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I had put in another recording, which was Psychopod's Dreampod and noticed that the candle fire drew funny shapes to the floor behind it which then started to take more arranging form. I stared there for a while and then again concentrated on listening to the song. The complexity of the sounds and patterns in the song gave me fantastic feeling of euphoria, as I understood that this is what psychedelic trance to me is all about, the soundscapes changing fluently and fast enough with a certain amount of strict control so that everything sounds carefully planned and very mathematically arranged.
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Some hours passed and I started to feel a bit tired and went downstairs and took the energy drink from the fridge (a bottle of half litres) and drank it almost instantly. I felt my heart beat a lot faster and started to feel mentally very aware of everything. The effects of the energy drink were very clear and I felt very good afterwards. The time was about 03:30 and I definitely felt the effects of LSD since everything I looked at gave me information about itself.
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I went to the other room to see our rabbit which was there in its cage and he seemed to notice that I wasn't quite sober. He had been very shy before, even though I have had him for over 6 years but now when I opened his cage he jumped out of the it and came looking &amp; sniffing me like I was somebody totally new. It seemed perfectly clear that animals have feelings and are very sensitive, and just like us humans, they think as well, not on the abstract level but they have a consciousness which isn't so open than ours and thinks more on a survival level and isn't able to invent complex inventions.
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I don't know how long I spent just observing the little one, since I was almost completely enraptured by this living being. Some hallucinations occured the same time, like feathers everywhere, with a caressing feeling and a bit of euphoria. They were caressing me and the rabbit, like we were best of friends. Suddenly I just snapped out of it and gave him something to eat and went back to my room. I started to feel tired again and went to bed, and put on Shpongle - Nothing Lasts.
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Time started to slow down into really small fractions and I felt my body relax from bit by bit and the music started to feel more and more intense from my headphones when suddenly I was in a total visual world caused by it, went through different places of fractal shapes and every sound and detail in the song gave me visual stimulation so that it was like a guided dream. And what a beautiful dream it was. Suddenly my consciousness woke up and I opened my eyes and my room was still there and there were no hallucinations except that everything was bending and stretching from direction to another.
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Then I closed my eyes and the recording took me to a place where there were lots of people watching a show where some guy was breathing fire. It was fantastic since it happened because of the music which was so profoundly done and detailed that the songs completely came alive in a visual sense. As the cd evolved, my consciousness started to fall asleep further and further and the last time I looked the time it was about 09:30. I was still conscious when the cd ended but fell asleep very quickly after that. I slept about 4 hours and woke up feeling very fresh and both mentally &amp; physically good, with a very positive attitude towards the day. All and all, this was my best psychedelic trip so far, besides LSD I have had a few with mushrooms but this was something completely different from them. But that's another story. :)<!-- 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 30, 2007</td><td>Views: 7,878</td></tr>
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It was the end of the day, and my friend had just dropped off a colorful bag of drugs to my pocket. Most prominently among them for me at that time was a single hit of white, unperfed blotter LSD, folded neatly in an empty gum wrapper. The periods of the school day passed by in anxiety as I drew closer to the last period, the very time in which before I put the hit of acid on my tongue.
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“One hit?” I said to myself. “This should be pretty good, but nothing too memorable.” Of course, I was completely wrong in all respects. I have experience with plenty of other drugs, and thought myself experienced enough to tame the LSD experience, but at points it stretched the foundation of my very being thin. Just a few minutes after I dropped the acid tab, the fire alarm ushered the sitting children out of the school, where I then met with my friend who had given me the acid in the first place. An old friend, but he seemed in a very spaced-out condition at that point, probably because the acid had shifted complete gears on the foundation of his brain the night before.
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“It’ll probably hit you in forty-five minutes,” he told me. “You’ll be peaking around 4:30.”
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The alarm ended, and we went back in our classrooms. The rising intensity of the LSD wound its way around my arms and neck like a snake searching for an empty piece of an apple to snatch from my grasping hands. And by the time the final bell for school rang, I was plenty glad the day had ended. But as I left the back school doors to walk home, the experience just begun.
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A female friend of mine, Z, and I began twisting our way through the woods, and I told her I had just dropped a tab of acid. “You did not!” My permanent grin gave it away. Then she revealed to me that she, a virgin in the land of LSD though experienced with mushrooms, was also planning on trying acid this weekend. A friend of hers appeared ahead of us, and I called him over to smoke a bowl of medium-grade cannabis. By now the blotter was already beginning to make me feel permanently happy, but little else was happening. A grin etched itself into my face that simply begged to be filled at all times, and it took a lot of restraint and will power to keep me from smiling like an idiot after the cannabis was all turned into smoke and ashes. Pretty soon I bid X farewell, and restrained myself in order to walk through the middle of town to end up to where I needed to be.
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Every depressing thought was used as leverage to keep my countenance firm, until a sort of nihilistic underlyings of a fatalistic trip began. LSD does not like to be imposed upon. It is not a kind and loving substance like marijuana, and you cannot choose when to laugh and when to breathe and when to think on LSD, because you are operating at levels where all of these functions blend into one. Music sounded beautiful as soon as I reached my house, and thoughts of four-dimensionality and the flesh of the gods both raced through my mind as hallucinations started to obscure reality.
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By 3:00 it had begun to show itself in full swing, yet my parents were also home, so I did what anyone in a position of compromising authority would do and resigned myself to the woods. They were a mere five minute walk from my house, yet by the time I got there time was already ceasing to be meaningful. The LSD bloomed or exploded here, so that by the time I first set foot in the forest, an eternity would pass in a few moments.
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My back was still open to the woods, the houses, all of civilization across the street, and no matter how fast I walked up into them, they were still there. Had I moved at all? Was I just going in circles? I pushed myself farther and farther back into the woods until the hallucinations began to become so overwhelming I couldn’t discern left from right or up from down. In fact, my only mark in this period of the journey after leaving the signs of civilization was the sun.
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The sun had been facing me coming in. Now, I was hallucinating so badly all that all I could see where a series of trees, underbrush and plant merging into one single writhing entity with the sun as its own god in the sky. At times, the sun literally felt like an omnipresent, and oftentimes malevolent, deity. I tried to escape civilization at first, continuously walking farther and farther back into the rays of the sun in order to leave all the people I had known behind. But I couldn’t leave them behind. In fact, I lost all sense of time and space during some periods of this journey, yet I distinctintly remember that there behind my back during all the periods were rows of people from civilization, there to watch my intensely strange, possibly lethal first time on LSD.
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A leaf on the ground in front of me blew in the wind, and I picked it up, holding it up with the trees, who were all bending in to face and bow to me, and seeing its rhythm.
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The leaf lost all the dried plant material around the stems, gradually eroding into the vague outline of a dead series of stems. Then it magically regrew to blossom into a green sapling before turning back into the limp brown leaf sitting in my hand.
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Ticks and spiders here became a massive paranoia of mine, albeit in reality the ticks and spiders were probably not so much the cause of the paranoia as the LSD shifting gears on me. During many times I sat down on the leaves, completely lost and seeing people appearing from behind the trees in the woods, alone there to write a few sentences on my experience. Here is a sample of those ramblings:
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“This was a foolish use of any land as a proud native chief. How many damn waves of consciousness do I have to wait for? We’re there. Calm down. I can see the red of the blood in your veins. The LSD man, as far as you know him, is forever gone in an outrageous rage of being with the Lord. I can’t really communicate for the deep joy and compassion it will give my heart for this eternity to be fucking frozen over.”
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In fact, it continues like that for pages, as I would sit down on the leaves and simply write whenever I was on the verge of giving up. I was completely lost. My senses were blown so out of proportion that, for all I knew, I could’ve been in my own backyard and I wouldn’t have been able to know. The hallucinations made everything appear to stretch endlessly, and the trees went off into the distance, waving and blurring together, surrounding me like an evil wall of consciousness.
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Veins appeared to burst in my hands and arms as I peaked here, undoubtedly my blood pressure peaking due to the strenuous activity of the hike and the intense, sweat-drenched fear of the LSD. The sun stood on my shoulder as I tried now to get back to civilization, but I had gone too far. Which way was it back? Should I just wait here for the sober self to take us back?
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Planes roared overhead, and I knew they were searching for me. “Man lost in LSD frenzy, found alone in woods, hallucinating while speaking about the sun standing on his shoulder and invisible spiderwebs wrapping around the trees.” Headlines like that only began the paranoia that would peak a lifetime later.
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I saw a tick on my hand, and brushed it off, an intense fear and recognition now scarring the precious acid landscape. My physical body was in harm here, ticks and spiders. Maybe this acid wasn’t acid at all. Maybe I was having a heart attack.
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I sat down on the leaves, trying to take a few deep breathes like the Buddha would. The forest blended into the Tao around me as I closed my eyes in a frenetic wave of rainbow colors, but the paranoia did not leave.
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Was I actually dying? This would haunt me for the rest of the trip, but while peaking on LSD, I didn’t know if I was dying or not. The end of my life could be my next breath, and I realized this in all its full gory detail. This is the real part of the LSD experience that changed me. The intense fear, the knowledge of death, being chased by figures too dark to imagine, always blending into the woods behind me. And most of all, I had completely forgotten where I was going in these endless woods.
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Put the sun at my back, I told myself. Just walk back the way I came. But nothing seemed familiar, every time I looked into the woods around me, there were fifty hallucinated branches for every real waving branch in the far-off regions of my eyes. If I got close, the hallucinations would stop and I would see the forest as it really was, but the ground and the forest around me would still remain the same. No matter how far back or forward I went, it seemed I would always be stuck in this reality, lost.
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This seemed a very weird, eternal version of the salvia trips I had experienced in the past. LSD was much more spiritual and life-confirming than any salvia trips as I attempted to escape the woods, escape the imaginary spiders and ticks that clung to my skin as I fought my way out, and it seemed like it would never end. I knew I would die in the woods, alone, tripping on LSD, never having accomplished anything in my life.
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Finally, roads appeared in front of me, and I grappled on the cliffs, undecided as to whether I should go down on the road and walk home or stay in the woods. Every time I tried to go back in the woods to find the way to my house, as this road was obviously not where I wanted to be, invisible spiderwebs would loom across my vision, and I would hesitate. I do not have an intense fear of spiders, but constantly walking through their webs, huge black venomous buttons of claws were not happy issues to deal with in this state of mind.
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So I found my way to the roadway, and walked back along the streets of the town. Here, the hallucinations began to wear off, but the paranoia peaked like never before.
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Synaesthesia, the experience of walking and the sounds around me combining into one entity in my ears. I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. Then, when I got close to home, I began hearing it.
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We’ll call myself “Hofmann” here. “Hofmann! Hofmann!” The voices of my mother and father screaming in the park. I looked down into the park below me. Dogs, police cars, people. They were all looking for me. My time was up. Run back in the woods, quick! Hide out there like a leech infected with too many poisons… just don’t let them find you.
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“What?” I yelled into the park.
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“He’s here! He’s up there!” But did they know I was here?
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“You’re surrounded!”
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God, the LSD was a horrendously cruel beast. The people in the park were all cops screaming orders at me. “Get down! Turn yourself in!”
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“Hofmann!”
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A car drove past me, and for a moment I thought it had the long attenae of a disguised cop car. I was sure that a cop was going to pull right next to me, jump out of the car and arrest me. The United Police States of America.
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Instead, I simply went home, only a couple dilated pupils and a ringing in the ears as a sacrifice for the journey. At times, I had surely thought myself dying, poisoned, stung by spiders, prodded by ticks, about to be arrested, completely surrounded with cops. Now I was home and free. The LSD began to dwindle down as the sun, at times throughout the journey my friend and my enemy, finally set into the horizon.<!-- 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 31, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,654</td></tr>
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I am a fairly average, 19 year old male. Prior to this experience I have achieved effects with the following psychedelics: DXM, nitrous, cannabis, morning glory, salvia (10x), Amanita muscaria, Hawaiian Babywoodrose, and an ayahuasca analogue. Out of the serotonergic psychedelics, I would say ayahuasca has given me the most powerful experience. The experience wasn’t weak by any means, but it didn’t really reach the places ayahuasca took me.<br>
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I’ve been interested in psychedelics for a few years now. I’ve never had much in the way of ‘connections’, so the common street psychedelics have for the most part remained out of my grasps, that is until this experience. So when my friend (lets call him G) called me up and asked me about doing LSD that night, I said sure. It was a moment I had been seeking for quite a long time and I was really not even that nervous about it.<br>
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While they are good friends, I am not really close friends with L, G, and B, and I wouldn’t say I feel 100% comfortable around them all the time. The setting wound up creating an amazing time, but it was surely less then ideal as far as the “good set and setting” type of ideals for psychedelic experiences go. Also, some driving while tripping occurred. It’s an extremely stupid and irresponsible thing to do and no one should ever do it, but in this case I didn’t feel like I had much of choice but to get in the car.<br>
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I had been in my normal mood all day, I wouldn’t say happy, but content. I was a bit excited upon finding out about the opportunity that awaited me, but I was surprisingly (even to myself) nonchalant about it. So at 8:30 pm, me and three friends (L, B, and G) set out to meet L’s friend (A) who could get the acid. It took a little while, but A managed to get it and squeezed in the car with us. The LSD was in a small bottle of breath mint drops and we all put two drops on our hands and then licked them. For some reason I was not that anxious about it, I suppose I felt I was prepared enough by my previous psychedelic experiences and that I probably wouldn’t trip that hard. That was maybe around 9:30. We went to pick up some weed for the night, and ended up with A’s friend C coming. C was not going to be tripping. After what seemed like forever (maybe 10:20) we were at the field we had been planning to start the night at. C, L, and A all rolled some blunts and we started passing them around.<br>
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I tried not to smoke to much because I didn’t want to alter the experience, as well as the trip was just starting and I had no idea how intense it was going to be. When we finished smoking I would say the trip really began. B just kept walking around, saying he couldn’t sit down. L and G were sitting around, laughing at random things. C was working on the beer he had and A would go between talking with everyone and wandering off. I felt energized, muscles tight. I couldn’t help smiling, and my teeth were clenched firmly together. I went between walking around in circles and sitting down. I felt natural and comfortable inside my body, but the body buzz itself was a little uncomfortable. We were all standing/sitting/walking-little-circles around making jokes.<br>
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Visuals effects were just beginning to surface, the sky seemed enormous and I was seeing patterns here and there. The texture of the stone bench was swirling around and the dirt was covered with a small geometric pattern that repeated itself every two inches or so. B kept insisting that the ground was covered with bugs and he said they were getting on him. L and G agreed with him that the ground was covered with millions and millions of insects. <br>
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B and I decided to just lay down in the grass. “The clouds are dancing”, commented B, with a hint of tension in his voice. When I looked at the clouds, they were not really morphing in any way, but the seemed complex and vast, somehow beyond my comprehension. I felt physically centered and at ease while sitting there. My body felt like some sort of object, rather then just my body. Mentally, I was sped up, but the alterations were only moderate. I had gotten up and was thinking off in my own little world when I heard someone say “What was that?”. I began to listen and heard a sound like something smacking into the ground. Everyone jumped, and then began to timidly approach the source. When we got reasonably close L yells, “it’s coming after us” and I saw some small creature leaping our direction. We all ran terrified but laughing. I still don’t know what it was or if it really even existed, but I remember at that point I had thought to myself, “this is going to be quite a night”. <br>
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A, who I had never met before, was a great person to be around. I had been thinking that running around sounded great for a little while when he said “we should just run”. We never did do it, but he convinced everyone to take a walk which I thought was another great idea. When we were all standing in the middle of the field A said, “there something over behind the trees.....look now” and suddenly there were three bright flashes of light shooting up from behind the trees. It was a bit freaky, and I would say things really began to pick up here. B seemed to be a little confused. He would often say things like, “it’s only been two minutes”, or, “what’s going on”. I don’t think anyone really knew what was going on, and the time dilation was extreme. Perhaps the idea that each minute seemed to take an hour, and he was going to be like this for at least a good 6 hours was a little much for him. Whatever is what, I think this was the start of what turned into a bad trip for him.<br>
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I was often paranoid because cars would keep driving around the street surrounding the park. For the most part, the only people who drive on that road are cops and those up to some sort of nefarious activities. Cops don’t come by very often, but they have before and I really didn’t want a confrontation in the state I was in. I think the others were thinking similar, and everyone just wanted a change of scenery anyway, so we decided to go somewhere else. We all walk over to the car to attempt to leave. We got in and back out three times because L really just wanted someone to finish the two 40s that were left, while A said just leave them behind. During all of this B had been saying “Where are we going” and “Why? No, we can’t go somewhere”. Eventually we got going around 11:00, with L driving.<br>
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I have no idea how L could drive so well, but he did. The windows were down and I could feel the air rushing into the car, it felt amazing. We quickly found a parking lot and pulled into a spot, and it was like I suddenly found myself outside again. So we started walking down a street. The intensity was still building and I kept reminding myself that where ever the drug takes me, I have to just go with the flow. G noticed that if we continued straight, we would be walking right by a police car. Probably for this reason, C suddenly decided to climb this rocky hill we were passing, and everyone started to follow.<br>
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I was apprehensive because across the street I saw a person sitting on a chair that seemed to be some sort of security, and keep in mind there is a cop car on this block as well. B kept insisting that we couldn’t go up this hill, and I had some serious doubts that it was a good idea, but we all went anyway. I wouldn’t call it peer pressure, it was more like not wanting to be alone in the city around cops and security tripping hard on acid for the first time. Climbing the hill was great, it was like I’m really not sure if this is a good idea (legally) and I’m really disoriented, but I’ll just go for it and make the most of the experience. The feeling of jumping up on each stone ledge and really using my body felt great.<br>
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Once we reached the top of that hill, the intensity started to catch up with me. I said to myself, “Why should I feel good right now? I really might lose control and my surroundings may become overwhelmingly frightening”. My heart began to pound, I could feel it throughout my whole body. Anxiety was attacking me from everywhere. The trees and grass around me started to look terrifying and the contrast of my vision was greatly increased, darks were incredibly dark and brights were too bright. This occurred over about 10 seconds, but I managed to accept the distorted reality in which I was going to be stuck in for the next few hours and told myself just to calm down and the anxiety went away mostly.<br>
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So with some more walking and climbing, we find ourselves on top of a cliff-like rock. B asks if its ok that we are up here and A assures him that he tripped up here for hours before and was fine. After a little while, C says “I’m gonna go, I’m not tripping”. We all say bye and he leaves. Everyone continued sitting, just staring and thinking, not saying a word. Sitting up there, I could see the guard and the building that I saw earlier, as well as the river and some highways. The security guard seemed to be a mile away, and somehow on a different plane from myself. Everything was skewing and out of proportion. Eventually we got up to leave and we saw the security guard go inside the building. G said “He might call the cops, we should go”, and so we did. <br>
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We walked down off that hill and down this slim rocky slope onto a bike trail going through an area where they are beginning construction. There was an opening in the fence of the construction area, and G led us into it. I did not think this was a great idea, as it was very unlikely that things would turn out okay if anyone of any authority saw us, but I once again followed. B had been repeatedly going through his contacts list on his phone saying, “I want to call someone but I don’t know”. I could tell the experience was more then he expected or wanted, and felt like he was really in over his head. With the setting we were in, I can definitely see why.<br>
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We walked for a while and came upon some stairs leading to a little walk path right along the river. It was around 11:40 when we went down there and found a nice ledge to sit on right at the edge of the river. It was a nice view, the river shining back reflections of the city’s bright lights, illuminating the tree lined riverbanks, and several layers of highway twisting behind that, the occasional car going by, lonely and oblivious. And above it all was the infinite night sky, the essence of space. The images of trees reflected in the water danced amazingly crisp over the rivers gentle flow. The light bouncing off the water wavered on my white t-shirt. <br>
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Color fields were changing in random sections of my vision, sweeping across like a blanket and eventually changing the hue of everything. At some points, it seemed as if someone had flipped on a negative exposure switch in my mind. I would also like to mention I am color-blind (not to bad, I have a hard time seeing the red in colors, like purple and brown, making them seem like blue and green) and I believe I was seeing shades that I have not perceived before. Though my mental state was severely altered and I am not sure of that. Every so often I would become entranced enough that I did not recognize the things I was seeing as being from this world.<br>
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It felt like my normal ‘self’ had been condensed and was more of a concept. I knew that my ‘self’ consisted of many different aspects, but on acid that normal self was simply reduced to the concept of my normal self. Throughout the peak, I felt that I had to keep reminding my concept of self to just let things be, as I was very paranoid of being caught and was generally struggling to figure everything out. B was still looking at his phone. Periodically, one of us would try to talk to him and ask him what was wrong. When I asked him what’s going on, he gave me a hopeless, “I don’t know man... How are you doing?”.<br>
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I really wanted to help him, but it was a bit difficult in the state I was in. I told him “I’m just letting things go as they go, not worrying and taking it as it comes, you know”. He just sort of looked at me and I could tell it wasn’t helping him. I really didn’t know what I could do. I had realized that the mind’s possibilities are infinite, but that’s all it is, my mind. My mind can be put into places where I can feel pure sadness or discomfort, but if I realize that its only within my mind, and those things don’t actually exist, then I can get past it. But at that point, I did not really have anyway to communicate that, and I’m still not sure if it would have even helped. <br>
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We eventually decide to leave that area and head back to the car. As we were walking out and the gate came into vision, I was extremely excited. All of the solution to my paranoia and inability to fully enjoy the trip were on the other side, and I couldn’t wait to get out. Reaching the gate, I found a section the we could squeeze through, upon getting out I felt a great surge of relief. It wasn’t over though, we had to survive a car ride. We made our way back and everyone got in, L started the car. I buckled my seatbelt and hoped for the best. <br>
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The radio came on, playing the song ’Black hole sun’. We started to drive and the music was hitting everyone full force. I think things turned a little for the better for B. He commented how good the music sounded and the force he could feel in it. We all laughed and decided that it was a great song to start the drive with. After some discussion, the plan was to drop A off home, and then go to Wawa for food. We dropped A off and headed to Wawa. I thought about how crazy it is that A just randomly decided to do LSD with four guys that he only knew one of, and he had class pretty early the next day. I really enjoyed his presence though and thought he was a great guy.<br>
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We arrived at Wawa, and everyone except B went in. I went in and decided to look at the beverages trying to act as normal as possible, but my mind was racing. I couldn’t keep a thought for more then four seconds and that lead to my spacing out and standing around looking at nothing. I eventually decided that an orange sounded really good, and on the way to the cashier picked up some gum that I figured would help with jaw tension. I tried to total the price in my head, but it wasn’t possible so I just decided to hold the four dollars I had in my hand and wait for how much it was going to be.<br>
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When the man in front of me was paying, I had a moment of empathy for the man and cashier. I felt the man’s insecurities about his weight and appearance. I saw the cashier’s frustrations and boredom of being stuck doing his job for hours. I saw how they were just two completely different people, interacting on a mutual level. Normally when I see a person, I really only see them at that moment, and I often don’t know what they are really feeling or thinking. Everyday interaction seems to take place between me and ‘people’. But this time they weren’t ‘people’ they were individuals.<br>
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Eventually its my turn, the cost comes around to $2.30. After what I’m sure was a noticeably long period of time, I figured out to hand him three dollars. I waited for the change and then a receipt. Apparently he just threw out the receipt instead of giving it to me, because I waited and there was an awkward “yeah, that’s all” type moment. So I took me things and went back out to the car.<br>
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I was the first back, and I got in telling B what I got. I wouldn’t say he was particularly enjoying his trip at this time, but I don’t think it was bad. I start to peel the orange. Realizing I have no place to put the peels, I just start to pocket them. I couldn’t wait to finish peeling before I took my first bite, and it was a good bite. I devoured the orange, but in doing so covered myself in orange, but I really did not care. I took the orange peels out of my pocket and threw them out the window, they are biodegradable after all. It’s around 1:15 and G figures no one will be up at his house to so we go there.<br>
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At G’s house we go into his living room and turn on the air conditioner, as it was very hot. B lies down across a sofa, and G turns on Playstation and sits in a chair. L and I sat in the back of the room on a sofa, L eating the meatball sub he bought and I just taking everything in. After some times B asks, “like.. Are you guys still feeling it?”. Everyone gives him a “hell yeah” and the decision is made to listen to some music. G put on some new Thom Yorke tracks that I had never heard before. The music was very odd, but it was so great and it made me wonder how he could be such a genius musically.<br>
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So after some music, G puts on the movie Clerks. I don’t like movies for the most part, so I didn’t like this idea that much, but I was down for whatever. After maybe fifteen minutes of that, no one had the attention span to watch it and off it went. The next plan was to play some video games while listening to music. After a while of this, I see its about 3:00 am and decide to go home. I tell everyone bye and start my walk home.<br>
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I walk down the street realizing that it’s not exactly normal to be walking around at three in the morning, something I hadn’t thought about earlier. I heard a car pulling up behind me and wondered who would be driving around at this time. As it passed by, I believe a young guy yelled, “you better watch that dog behind you” at me from the back seat. I looked behind, and of course, no dog. I don’t think he said that at all, and probably wasn’t even talking to me, my paranoia was getting the best of me. I continued walking, looking at the ground. I noticed how foreign and odd it seemed, it didn’t seem anything like the ground I was used to walking on. Probably from the time we had gone to Wawa, I had felt the effects were winding down, but I realized that they were still strong. I reached my door, key in hand, and began to work at the locks. Not too difficult, after a minute I was in and quietly went into my room.<br>
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At this point I was truly relieved of all stress, I had made it back to my home safe, no injuries, no criminal record, and my sanity intact. I got changed into comfortable clothes, smoked a bowl of cannabis, and lay in bed listening to Pink Floyd and Radiohead. I knew sleep was going to be impossible, but I became really restless and couldn’t even lay in bed. For the next few early hour of the morning I went between playing guitar, listening to music, writing an email about the experience to a friend, making tea, and attempting to write down some thoughts (turned out nonsensical and mostly illegible, though one sentence read ‘you analyze yourself too much’).<br>
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At one point I took a 3mg melatonin to try to calm down the energy feel. I did feel the typical melatonin drowsiness a little, but it really didn’t do much. When I was listening to music in bed, I experienced some very strong visual effects. With my eyes closed there were rapid vision of morphing faces and geometric shapes. At one point it was like I was descending through some sort of cavernous tunnel and all of the surroundings would morph into some disturbed looking face, though it didn’t really bother me.<br>
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With my eyes open, I saw what looked like a gate next to my bed. It was black and had vertical bars with ornamental shapes in the middle of the bars. The gate would begin to flip and twist, and open up inside itself, seeming to move through dimensions of spaces deeper than those that we can typically perceive. I was extremely impressed by this, it looked so vivid and realistic, I did not know LSD could cause hallucinations so real looking. I looked into a mirror and at first everything was fine, but the more I stared my face began to distort and take on an evil quality. I decided to stop looking before it really freaked me out. I also believe I was having a lot of aural hallucinations, as I constantly thought I heard someone walking by my door, or something creaking. <br>
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At 8:15 I went into my kitchen, made a sandwich, and poured a glass of milk. The sandwich had so much texture and depth. I could taste each little air pocket in the bread, and all the little particles of chicken and cheese that made up each bite. Each gulp of milk was incredibly filling and refreshing, the texture was so smooth. After that I just did more random things until 1:10, when I began writing an outline for this report. At that point I was still feeling light effects. I went for a bike ride at about 3:30 that day, and while riding I noticed I was still seeing patterns in the ground. This was sixteen hours after I had taken the acid, and from what I’ve read that’s not normal. But my Hawaiian Baby Woodrose trip lasted for a solid twelve hours, and I don’t believe that is normal either. I guess my body chemistry is a little different from most. At around 6:00, I really started to crash, and by 7:00 I was asleep. I woke up the next day at 9:30, completely refreshed and feeling 100% normal.<!-- End Body -->
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The first thing was the eel. It was crawling across the bottom of Potter's fish tank, slowly lurching it's way around. Of course, no one else could see the eel. They all saw a rock. I knew that it was an eel though. I closed my eyes. The backs of my eyelids were buzzing, softly, and everything underneath was glowing. Like when you stare at the sun too long, and then get the afterimages. Much more intense. Swirling patterns of blues and greens, colors that have no name, colors that don't exist in any other realm.
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There was this giant starfish, which wasn't a starfish, but it is the only way to describe it. It was spinning slowly in the middle of this void, shooting rainbows from each of it's arms. Then the spirals. I was seeing nothing but spirals, and then I became a spiral. I was a spiral within a spiral, and there were spirals within me.
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I became thought. Not a thought, not a singular thought, but thought itself. I forgot my body and became nothing but oil thought, which is significantly different then water thought. Thought is everywhere, and so all I wanted to do was just free float everywhere. I realized how very limiting and useless my body really is. Language is really hindersome. There is so much for me to say about this experience, but no way to really say it.
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I realized that I was a fish, trapped in a persons body. And all I really wanted to do was go and do fish things, but I couldnt because I was stuck in this land body. I determined that my soul got mixed up somehow with a fish, and that I couldnt reverse it.
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At one point, Potter and I were laying there, and I opened my eyes, and there was only Potter. The wall behind him was gone, leaving nothing but open void. And him. He was more then blue. Potter's soul was beautiful, and I wanted him to be with me more then physically anything but physically I wanted to connect to him I wanted him to be oil with me because there was oil and water and I was oil, so I wanted him to be oil. I wanted to touch him but not with my hands or body. I wanted to touch him with my mind.
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I was a balloon. A red balloon. And I needed to be anchored down or I would float away or pop. I believed that I was better then God, because I know that I exist. I cannot see God, but I can see myself and touch myself, and hear myself, so I am better then God.
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I determined that everything exists. Not necessarily physically, but if an idea can be concieved, then it exists. I tried to taste my words as I spoke. I moved my mouth, forming the words as if they were solid objects, putting my lips around them and moving my lips for the words and the sounds.
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I said words over and over again trying to make sense of their meaning. The words 'thought lard' were the funniest. I just kept saying thought over and over and over again as if it were the first time my tongue had ever uttered the word. I found it quite amusing.
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At one point, I looked at my hand and there was this hole in it that wouldnt stop bleeding. And I closed my eyes, and my hand was still there, bleeding and bleeding. I started to panic because I couldnt stop the bleeding. Potter put God on my back, and tapped it up and down so that I would calm down. When he did this, a blue skinned woman appeared, bursting slowly toward me, spreading her arms and smiling, rays of light shooting out of her chest. And I was at peace.
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Another woman was laying on her back. A giant sphere of a woman, without a head, but with legs, spread eagled, fish nets up to her thighs, and she was rotating, and she had a lot of nipples, each one shooting out rays of rainbow. It was beautiful.
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Tried to get myself into the wall, tried shoving my entire body into Potter's wall, and found myself frustrated that I couldnt become a wall. I just wanted to be one with the wall.
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Potter became a goat, his face extending and contracting to form the mouth and face of a goat. He also became a grapefruit. Chased a butterfly into the back of my brain. It was pretty, and I didn't want it to leave.
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Saw faces, Some menacing, some kind. Had a bit of a freak out again, saw a wound that wouldnt close, wouldnt stop bleeding again. And the skeleton men. The faces of men where only half of their faces were there, and they were standing there, looking down at me, threatening me.
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I opened my eyes, and it was Potter there, and I was okay. Half of his face disappeared. But not like divided in half, just chunks out of his cheeks and forehead, they were transparent, and there wasn't anything underneath.
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Every cliched pattern from the 60's. And paisley. At one point I was plaid. I became a color that wasn't a color. And there was the dragon that wouldnt let me get off of the chair. I sat in the chair, and the dragon wouldnt let me move. She was looking at me, cocking her head, she had stripes, alternating, and at first I thought she was a sea horse, but she was a dragon.
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Everything took on this neon outline, and when I looked at it, it was just swirling neon glowing edges different colors nothing solid, pretty. I couldn't stop talking the entire time, because I was thought, and I wanted not to be thought stuck in my head but I wanted to be oil thought throughout the room filling everything everywhere. My thought was purely outloud, and I was so completely wrapped up inside of myself mentally that it was hard to focus on anything outwardly, and my thoughts were racing.
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I was seeing me when I looked at Potter, and then I was watching my eyes looking at things, and there were a thousand eyes all looking at me this giant sphere-pyramid-cube covered in bright blue eyes staring at me and I was looking at them, and we were watching each other watching each other and they knew and I knew. I saw myself from three different angles. The outside, the inside and the perspective of others. I was looking down at myself looking up. I was seeing myself in two different places and three different times. And I was free.
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Didn't like looking in the mirror. I felt ugly and impure. Can't explain it any better then that. Potter became a grapefruit. I realized how egotistical I really am, and that really I am no better or worse then anyone else. I realized how much I really do love Potter, and how beautiful he was.<!-- End Body -->
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I have been on Paxil for about 9 months now. 25mg a day for social anxiety disorder. I am currently on 12.5 as I am trying to get off of it as it does not work anymore. This report is solely meant to decribe the drug interactions between Paxil and a variety of other drugs, legal and illegal. In short, Paxil reduces the effects of many drugs, while increasing the effects of only one, alcohol.
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*Alcohol*
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During the first two months of Paxil, I would drink and get drunk very quickly. It was great, I could save money by drinking less while still getting hammered. One must be careful though not to over do it, as your night might as well be over if that happens. However, at the present time Paxil has no effect on my alcohol use. I guess I am used to it now.
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*Cannabis*
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I have been using cannabis for a long time. Heck, 4 years or so. I didnt notice any different effects while on Paxil. I like it just like I always have and always will.
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*Adderall XR 20mg*
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Adderall sits very weird with me. I cant get it to work. It increases my alertness, but I get no 'high' or euphoria from it that I have heard so many talk about. I can eat fine on it, unlike many others. The comedowns result in headaches so I dont really use adderall because the downsides outweigh the benefits for me. I didnt take adderall before I was on Paxil so I cannot compare.
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*Concerta up to 108mg*
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I like ritalin more than adderall right now. It seems to work better and I have virtually no comedown cons, only pros result from this drug. I have taken up to 108mg in one day (2 54mg pills) I didnt take it before Paxil though so I cannot compare.
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*LSD 4 hits*
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Wow, I DO NOT reccommed this while on Paxil. It greatly decreased my trip. Visuals were minal even after 4 hits of solid acid which I know is legit. Before Paxil LSD was my all time favorite drug, but now it gives me headaches and just is not fun in general. I cannot reccommend it while on Paxil.
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*Shrooms half 8th*
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The magic mushrooms have never really sat well with me. I have thrown up everytime I take a 8th or more when not on Paxil. I have done up to a 1/4 and that was hell. While on Paxil I have only done them once and will never do them ever again. I took a half 8th and noticed a reduction in shroom effects. I vomitted a few times and dry heaved for who knows how long. It was not fun at all and therefore I cannot reccommend shrooms while on Paxil.
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*Oxycodone up to 80mg, Codeine up to 250mg*
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I have done oxycondone a lot, up to 80mg at once. To my surpise, no effects from one of the most well known and effecient painkillers. I can snort it, eat it, lick it, and nothing gets me high. It will make me pass out and vomit, but nothing good comes out of it. I am truly confused about this. I dont know how I can toot 80mg of oxycontin with no tolerance and feel no effetcs. Codeine is useless, just makes it hard to pee and it makes me itchy. This really upsets me, because I really want to get that opiate high that I have been searching for. Now I just ignore them if they are ever offered because I know it will just be a waste of money. I blame Paxil for this, though I didn't mess with opiates until after Paxil use began.
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*Diazepam up to 20mg, Alprazolam up to 2mg, Clonazepam up to 1mg*
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Benzos work great with Paxil. I find them to go nicely with alcohol or cannabis. Benzos and Paxil are the same when not on Paxil.
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*Tramadol
Tramadol is a 'semi opiate' if you will. It has some SSRI properties to it. This make it very dangerous to take with Paxil, as it is an SSRI too. DO NOT MIX Paxil and Tramadol!! I cannot stress this enough. I took less than 50mg and I passed out and hit my head on the floor. Very weird. No effects were noticed from 50mg either, so why risk it. I hear it can also cause seizures too. Not good.<!-- End Body -->
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I used to really be into raves. I enjoyed the atmosphere. A bunch of people getting really high and enjoying each others company. I used to think they were great untill an experience I had in New Orleans one year.
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My girlfriend (Danielle), Tuck, Robbie, and myself decided we were going to go see DJ Irene. Well it was Tucks first rave and he had never rolled on X before either. Danielle and I had been up for about 3 or 4 days on Meth before the trip. We decided to get a bag before we left. The entire way down there all 4 of us smoked Meth out of a hollowed out light bulb. It was about a 6 hour drive. Needless to say it was a very talkative 6 hours. We arrived in N.O. and smoked a blunt between us before we got to the State Palace.
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When we walked in I was very energized and happy. I was dancing and talking to random people. I was planning on taking 3 X pills. Danielle was just going to take one. Robbie was going to do whatever was available, and Tuck was going to take an X pill for the first time (which in my opinion in the best roll you will ever have.) Well I ran into my friend, we will call him Matt. I asked him if he could get any X. He hugged me and said 'I can get fire ass X pills, Cidney(LSD), and Mescalin.'
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Well LSD is probably my favorite drug. I like Mescalin but didn't think that a rave was necessarily a good environment to do it in. I believe its more of a spiritual thing, you should enjoy in nature. Well I decided I was going to do acid. I told him I just wanted 10 hits of 'Cid' for now. I gave him my money and he ran off. 10 minutes later I ran into him. We ducked off in the cut and he handed me 10 small squares of tinfoil. I found Robbie and gave him his hit. I gave Tuck 2 but he was going to save them for the next day. I ran to the bathroom and unrapped the tinfoil and put 1 hit under my tongue and 1 on top. I then found matt again and then told him I wanted two X pills (one for Danielle, and one for Tuck.) Well 15 minutes later the trip started to kick in. It was coming on like a normal acid trip except for being all happy and giggly, I was somewhat paranoid.
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Matt had the money and it seemed like he had been gone for like an hour. In reality it was only 20 minutes. I was wigging out. Finally Tuck and Danielle calmed me down. I was starting to get REALLY good visuals, probably some of the best I have had before. I loved it. Finally I met up with Matt in the laser tag room and he gave me the pills. He was talking about how bad ass they were. The were called blue torches. I gave one to tuck and one to Danielle. They both took them. From that point on it was somewhat of a normal rave. I was looking at the black light paint on the wall and laughing my ass off. Some guy kept following me around wanting to fill my water bottle up. It freaked me out.
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I heard him tell Robbie, 'That dudes trippin hard, take care of him.' I didn't really realize how hard I was tripping untill he said that. At that point I decided Robbie and I should go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I love to do that. While we were doing that some guy I've never seen came in and said 'Yall good on Tabs.' I knew he was talking about X. I had alot of money so I asked him what he had. He said he had 'blue torches' and 'mescalin' pills. Without thinking I bought one of each. Robbie and I walked out of the bathroom and I started freakin out. I said to Robbie 'Why did I buy these, I am so wasted already I don't need this.' Robbie just shook his head and laughed. I went and found Danielle and asked her what I should do. She was kinda upset with me.
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I didn't know whether or not to take them. She said, 'Chris, you are so fucked up right now.' I was like, 'yeah I guess youre right.' Next thing I know my friend Ronnie comes up. He was trippin too. I said, 'Ronnie I just bought these pills, should I take them or not?' He said, 'Man, It's a party get fucked up!' Without hesitating I swallowed both of them. Danielle just shook her head. Well 20 minutes later a big group of us were just chillin against a wall in the laser tag room. I started to feel the roll come on. I was excited at first. Then something started to happen. I started to feel like I wasn't in my body. Not like I was having an out of body experience just some what disociated. I didn't really like it. I was telling danielle I couldn't feel my body anymore. She started getting worried. Well next thing I know I feel like I'm about to pass out. I did. Well what happened next felt like forever. I went to this state where I didn't know that I was alive. I didn't know what being alive was. I didn't know what a human being was. I was some sort of entity floating around in the large area. I then woke up. It felt like eternity, but It was only a couple of minutes everyone later told me. When I awoke 2 people were in my face asking me if I was okay. I noticed some people huddled over laughing at something else. 1000 thoughts literaly came into my mind at one time. It was overwhelming. The most predominant thought that I had was, 'The concept of raves is rediculous. A bunch of modern day hippies, burnouts, take as many hallucinogenic drugs as possible and huddle in corners listening to repetitive electronic music.' I didn't like it. Everything was moving so hard and uncontrollable. These were the strongest visuals I have ever had.
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The floor was shooting up into spikes and I thought there were bugs flying around everywhere but I realized it was tracers off of peoples fingernails, glowsticks, hair, clothes, everything. All of this happened in a few seconds. Next thing I know I stand up screaming uncontrollably. Loud, scared sreaming. Ronnie grabbed me and was going to carry me outside. I kept telling him 'Ronnie if I close my eyes I go to a world where I don't know whats going on and I forget what a human being is, and If I open them everything is moving so uncontrollably and shooting at me, I don't know what to do.' I kept closing and opening my eyes repeatedly trying to stop both things from happening. He said 'you are just trippin man, It will be okay.' Well when I got outside I couldn't tell if it was day or night. The sky was purple and the buildings where changing from Light to Dark with multiple colors moving all over them like little demons crawling around. It was beautiful now that I look back at it. I then saw my friend Jerry in a car fucking this girl.
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My first thought was, 'Why is Jerry reproducing? He is such a burnout. We don't need anymore Jerry's.' I was shaking. I didn't know what to do. Next thing I know Danielle comes running out saying 'Chris I lost my engagement ring.' I was so wasted I said, 'I don't care, go look for it, if you don't find it we will be okay.' She ran inside and Tuck and Robbie came out. Ronnie went back with Danielle to help find the ring. Tuck and Robbie stayed with me. We got into my car. Needless to say I could'nt drive. Tuck was the only one who could drive a standard. He said he was great to drive.
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Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span>
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Well Danielle comes out and she found the ring, Thank God. I don't know how she did it though. Well Tuck is trying to get my car started, and this real fucked up guy came up to my window and was trying to get me to roll my window down. I rolled it down just a little and was like 'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!' He was all fucked up. He looked like he was on xanax or something. He said, 'Hey man roll down your window further, Do you guys have anything you want to get rid of?' I said, 'NO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY CAR!' Well we started going down the road and I started chillin out alot.
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I kept telling them what had happened to me. OVER AND OVER. Next thing I know I look up at the sky and look at the clouds. I see these tubes in one of the clouds that are wiggling around like worms. I then started asking everyone, 'Why are there tubes in the clouds? Do you guys see those tubes? What do you think those are there for?' Tuck then reminded me that I was tripping. I completely forgot I had taken anything. I looked at the tubes and somehow felt conected. One of the tubes slowly came down and went directly into my face. I then 'thought' we stopped for gas and some lady was screaming at me to pay before I pump. Then the tube left and I asked everyone if we stopped for gas. They all told me we hadn't.
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Well I just sat there lost in my own mind and then had a strong urge to smoke pot. I then said, 'Roach blunt smoke lets.' Everyone started laughing. I then said, 'Laugh what at are Yall?' I then realized I was confusing my words. I kept talking like that for 30 minutes. That has never happened to me. It was crazy but It started bothering me. Finally I was able to talk after we smoked some weed. After that we stopped to get gas. I tried to then pump first and then the lady accused me of stealing gas, and told me I had to pay first. It was exactly what happened to me when the tube came down. I still don't know if maybe my mind just got switched up and turned around and I thought I saw the future, or if I actually did.
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Well after that I started coming down and was able to comprehend life better. I still had pretty strong visuals but I was okay. We got back to shreveport and It was about 8 in the morning. We went to a place called wallace lake dam. Tuck then took his first 2 hits of acid. We hung out there for a while. Then I decided we needed some weed. I went and bought a blunt from a friend of ours. We then went to a park. I parked my car. I rolled the blunt and we all sat there and smoked it while danielle was smoking meth. She thought she might have a drug test in a couple of weeks so she didn't smoke the weed.
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Well runners would pass by my car. I had 5% tent on my windows so they couldn't see us, but I had them down enough to let smoke out. I guess some of the runners smelled it. Well I left my lights on so my car died. We had finished the blunt. Tuck had the roach in his cigarette pack with his hits of acid. I decided we were going to have to push my car so I could pop the clutch. Well when we started to do that, 2 cop cars pulled up. This is when things got really weird.
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I don't remember how it started but the cops seperated us. He then searched us. They found Tucks blunt roach. They put him in the cop car. Mind you he is tripping on acid for the first time. I'm wigging out. He then told me to tell him what else I had on us. He didn't find anything on me, but my car was a mess. I told him there were some seeds and stems probably and that was all. I knew it wasn't. He then told me if he found anything else we were all going to jail. I told him there was a light bulb that we smoked meth out of. He told me to get it. When I was in there I grabbed the bulb and slid a bag of weed in my sleeve. I gave it to him. Then I notice that they are looking through Tucks cigarette pack again. They find the Acid. I knew we were fucked then.
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They started questioning him. I had 5 hits in my wallet at the time. They asked him were he got it. He pointed at his wrist band, because it said 'state palace' on it. They said, 'You got it from your wrist band?' He was wigging out because he was tripping. He then tells them I sold him the acid. I got mad then. I sneakily got the acid out of my wallet and threw it on the ground. The guy tries to convince me I'm a drug dealer. I told him man I'm not a drug dealer. The guy I got it from isn't a drug dealer, hes just a middle man getting a few hits of acid everynow and then.
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The guy then searches my car and finds a baggy full of powder from xanax, seeds and stems, and an opened bottle of Hot Damn 100 proof. I'm like 18 or 19 too. It was in the driver side door. Well Danielle had about half a gram of Meth in her wallet which they never found. I thought we were all going to jail. They take Tuck back out of the car and make him sign something. They then tell me to throw the hot damn, light bulb, and weed all out into the lake at the park. I did it. He then told us all to leave. We couldn't drive though because we 'were to high.' It was crazy! We should have gotten arrested. He did keep the acid though, which really was weird. And Tuck signed something, hmmmmm.
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Well we walked to our cars about 6 miles away. I kept telling tuck he better not have rat on anybody. Well Danielle and I went to the mall parking lot and snorted the rest of the meth. I went back to the park, she jumped my car, I got my acid off the ground, and Then she went to her parents and I went to my parents house. I had about a 45 minute drive. I was so throwed off in the head. At one point I looked over and for a split second saw danielle, and she said 'Yeah, thats right. I'm right next to you.' It scared the shit out of me.
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Then I kept thinking I saw this huge mexican climb out of a big truck ahead of me. I knew I needed sleep bad! I was then pulling into my parents driveway. We have this tree with a bunch of branches on it. I could have swore it was some enormous deer with 10 foot antlers on it. I wigged out. I then went inside, didn't say a word to my parents, and went to sleep. It was crazy, but I wouldn't take any of it back for anything. :)<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
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<tr><td>Published: Jun 7, 2007</td><td>Views: 51,834</td></tr>
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There's a lot of buildup here before I get to the actual trip report, and for one very good reason: when I finally tried LSD, my experience carried the weight of ten years of expectations. Because I am absolutely certain that this long-term, positive way of thinking about acid influenced my eventual experiences with the drug to a profound degree, I feel that I should go into some detail.
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A few months ago, I told a friend of mine that I had wanted to try acid since I was ten years old. She laughed and said that I reminded her of Marla in 'Fight Club,' who says at one point says, 'I haven't been fucked like that since grade school!' It's easy to see how, in this society, one would be as shocking as the other. I have, in fact, been fascinated by LSD ever since (oh, and I know it sounds cliched) fifth grade, when I discovered the Beatles. I was never around drugs of any kind, except for alcohol as a child; and don't take my interest at the age of ten to mean that I actually tried it then.
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Once I hit my mid-teens and drug experimentation became a real possibility, I tried to find acid, but couldn't--it is very difficult to obtain in my area, especially without a network of certain kinds of connections. So, long story short, by the time I was twenty-one, I had long since taken up smoking cigarettes, used marijuana on a fairly regular basis, had discovered and waved good-bye to alcohol, and experimented with ecstasy and cocaine--but I had yet to try that one substance whose reputation originally interested me in this whole drug thing.
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Pot was a great way to relax or kill a lazy afternoon; alcohol was, on the whole, not worth the next day; e was loads of fun but not something I would want to do on anything approaching a regular basis; coke was one hell of a high--but something was missing. I had, in all honesty, expected more. Drugs, I had found, were mostly good fun but lacked the one quality that had sparked a ten-year-old's imagination. I didn't want a mood-enhancer or just a way to get really fucked up. I wanted the world around me to change for just a few hours. I had tried mushrooms, but they were weak and the trip was, well, barely a trip at all. Bright colors and soft, friendly towels and the feeling of being incredibly stoned were all well and good--but I wanted to SEE things.
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And finally, eleven years after the dawn of my curiosity, I got some acid.
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I'm here to write about my third LSD experience, specifically, because it was by far the most intense trip I've had. The first time I tried it was spectacular, and three other friends were there experiencing it with me--I got some definite visuals, but that trip was still mostly mental, like the mushrooms to the tenth degree. My second trip was only on one hit, and was not very intense at all; mostly it kept me awake, and very aware of and interested in my surroudings.
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But the third time...
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This was not a planned trip, but it couldn't have worked out better if it had been. I'd had two hits of LSD bumming around in my freezer for 'whenever' for a while, and it was only at about 12:15 on the night in question that it even occurred to me to do them. I had some friends over, and we were sitting around, doing nothing, smoking some pot, when it occurred to me that I didn't have to work the next day--so hey, why not? At 12:30 I took my two remaining hits, quit smoking pot for the night because I figured anything I smoked would be good pot wasted on someone who wouldn't notice it, and sat back. No one else was tripping with me.
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The effects began within about half an hour--I was giggly and high-feeling. We were watching 'Team America,' and I was laughing myself to tears. Within an hour of taking the acid, I was beginning to trip. The signs of an oncoming trip were by now familiar to me--a vague purplish tint to everything, shadows that grew, moved, breathed, and generally crept about in ways that shadows shouldn't. It was time, my roommate Kate decided, for a run to get a sandwich (for her) and cigarettes (for me). My hallucinations were quickly becoming much more intense than anything I'd ever experienced; putting on makeup before going out became a 30-minute adventure I'm not even going to bother trying to describe. When we finally made it to the convenience store (let's not give out names here), I was beginning to peak--and this peak lasted hours.
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I highly recommend a bright, busy, neon-lit convenience store at 1:45 am to anyone who is tripping for not-the-first-time and who is with a responsible babysitter. I had to be careful and not make remarks on what I was seeing for anyone to hear--no one likes it when people on drugs cause scenes in public. On the way in, I told K, 'As your attorney, I advise you not to let me say a fucking word in here.' Then we giggled about that for a while, but I'm pretty sure that's as druggy as either of us acted. I say 'either of us' because, in my experience, people 'babysitting' people on drugs often act far shadier than the person who's ON drugs. Not so in K's case. It was AMAZING inside--the colors were insanely bright, the neon looked beautiful, the floor was crawling and alive. The touch-screen were K ordered her sub was probably the most fascinating thing I've ever encountered on a trip. The screen was moving; the words were wavy, crazy and all-over-the-place. I was seeing different fonts. I was seeing pictures in place of words. I was seeing the LCD screen in 3-D.
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We made it out of there without actually causing any kind of disturbance at all; at most we were being loud and giggly, but I held it together and didn't let the ~really~ hysterical laugher set in till we were back in the car. Then we went for something of a country drive, stopping briefly back at the apartment to pick up one of the friends we had left there during the sandwich run, because he wanted to be on this drive. Hey, who can blame him? So I was driven around for about an hour on a beautiful summer night--we drove down by the creek and smelled the summer air.
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I was tripping so hard at this point that it's very difficult to maintain a coherent narrative. I remember the music we were listening to--first Make Believe (the band, not Weezer's latest disappointment), then some 80's mix which gloriously featured both 'Come on Eileen' and 'Enjoy the Silence'; and finally--flawlessly--Crystal Method. Perfect. It was one hell of a drive, and I can remember pretty much every specific--but nothing ties them together, so I can't maintain a readable narrative if I go into them.
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When we got back to the apartment, I was still peaking. I sat around and watched K play Prince of Persia, which was amazingly interesting. This is one of the rare video games that's actually interesting to watch when you're not playing even when you are NOT on a hallucinogenic drug. Being on a hallucinogenic drug, I happily watched K play for several hours. The screen grew and shrank, got more and less purple, and I had difficulty seeing that the colored shapes moving about were anything but colored shapes.
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There was one very interesting moment of note. I briefly went in to my bedroom to change my away message online. In typing my new one, 'tripping in 7-11 the shelves were stretching out of control' (note: that's a Nada Surf lyric; the store we were in that night was not a 7-11), I had a definite weird, weird, weird moment. I wasn't typing so well because my hands were shaking somewhat and I wasn't, for obvious reasons, seeing the screen too well, or to rephrase--I was seeing the screen VERY well, thank you, but not entirely, well, correctly.
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The most difficult part for me to type was '7-11'; finding the numbers and the dash was not easy, and required a lot of concentration. So BECAUSE they required so much concentration, I distincly remembered typing them--or did I? When I looked up to read my message to check it for typos (yes, even in that state), what I saw was, 'tripping the shelves were stretching out of control.' To be sure of what was there, I had my roommate read it out loud to me. Yup. I had been concentrating so hard on getting those numbers and that dash right that I had--you guessed it--only done it in my head. But I'd thought that I'd really done it. And that tiny moment, the confabulation of having typed that simple little phrase, innocuous as it may seem, is the only time I've ever actually become disconnected from reality when under the influence of any drug.
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When I realized what had happened I was amazed and elated. Now THAT was a trip--an actual voyage to the inside of my own head, while in a waking state. By the time K put away the PS2 and our guests filed out the door, I was coming down a little bit--by which I mean that shapes were no longer crawling out of the walls and furniture and I was probably even able to type without having a minor psycho mind blip occur.
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So she went to bed and I (of course!) stayed up, watching movies, then playing Prince of Persia myself when I had come down enough to control a videogame, then watching another movie--'Kinsey'--as the sun came up. I'm not sure exactly when I stopped tripping; my best estimate is between 10 and 11 am, though for the whole day after that I was still feeling kind of spacy. As for how much of that was drug and how much was lack of sleep, your guess is as good as mine. I did get some very interesting visuals IN my head that night as I was finally drifing off, though, so I think the drug probably had some definite lingering effects.
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I'm still in the afterglow of that trip--those few days following a really great, intense experience. I feel like I've seen things in a way that's, well, wholly new. I also, having come down from the trip, have a great appreciation for the way things ARE normally. Tripping is a great experience, but by the twelfth hour it gets wearing. The next day, and the day after, and the day after that, it's still a little comforting to look at an LCD touch screen and SEE an LCD touch screen, the way you know it really is; to be able to look in the mirror without your face stretching adn melting and morphing around itself; to put on makeup without feeling like you're in danger of rubbing your nose away; to buy a pack of cigarettes and not really notice all that garish neon.
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I don't, and have never, bought into any mystical theories about drugs. I don't think that acid helped me to 'see God' or become enlightened, or anything like that. I do think that acid was a tool that helped me to get back a little bit of childlike wonder. It's enough, after a trip, for everyday things to be everyday things. And at the same time it's comforting to look at them and remember what they were like when they were NOT everyday things.
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There are very few experiences in life that can withstand eleven years of buildup without being even somewhat of a letdown. LSD, I am relieved and very happy to report, is one of those things. I doubt I've seen the last of it.<!-- End Body -->
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I'm not sure if I'm writing this to clear my own head, but I hope someone will find it useful. I'm sorry if it's not good news to some people but it's the truth and I have to tell it.
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I was going to a mate's club with 4 friends. It was the biggest event the club had hosted and everyone was up for a great night, whatever that might involve. We started drinking at about 6pm and didn't enter the club till it opened at midnight, we were all drunk but not overly so. I took on the role of pill sourcer (as usual) and within a short while managed to get about 3 ecstasy tablets for each of us. I took my 3 between about 1am and 5am when the club closed. I've taken a lot more than this before and was by no means totally fucked, I helped my mate and the djs pack there stuff up before heading out of the club. We all then headed off to someone's flat for the aftershow party that had been planned.
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Once there I had one grass spliff just to bring me back to ground a little and a line of speed to stop me falling off to sleep on the couch (I had been working all day!). More drink was involved and the morning was partied away by all, including all the club's djs that had showed up. At some point, I'm not sure of the exact time but it must have been about 10am, someone gave me and about 6 others some LSD. It was just 2 drops on the back of my hand that I licked off. At this point I must say that I've never touched acid in my life. I've taken mushrooms plenty times before, but I've never been a fan of halucinogenics and of feeling at all out of control, I've taken practically every non-halucinogenic pill, powder or weed at some point and all without a second thought, but not acid.
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Anyway, I don't remember any slow start or build up, I just carried on with the party, chatting up a girl I met in the club, talking shit to my mates. The first thing was when someone asked me to go through to the living room to calm down my ex-girlfriend because she was 'freaking out'. She'd taken the same as me at the same time. When I got to her she was terrified, she kept holding me really tight and crying. She said everything was finished and would never start again, then she started screaming, it was a blood-curdling, horror-movie, terror scream, I think even the djs stopped playing!
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I eventually calmed her down a bit and handed her over to one of the girls who owned the flat and told her to put her to bed and stay with her. When I went back to the living room I saw the faces of all the rest of the guys who had taken the LSD with me, they all looked either afraid or totally confused but always very focused. It was then I started feeling scared. The hollow feeling started, like I was loosing all self-esteem and self-worth. All optimism in me drained and I got a feeling of dread, not a worry of something impending but more like a worry of nothing impending.
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I looked at the rest in the room and they looked back at me, without a word there was a mutual understanding that we were all feeling the same. I tried to smile at someone as if to laugh everything off, he laughed for a second then started crying, he put his head on his hands. I looked at my best friend and he looked totally confused, we all looked at each other for answers. I don't remember time passing as such, but it must have been at least 1pm. By now I was feeling oddly lucid about what I was apparently beginning to percieve. It felt that in that short period of time the whole of mankind had, in unison, realised that there was nothing to live for. Everyone, myself included, saw that nothing was ever going to be achieved ever again, no love, no happiness, no discoveries, no new thoughts, nothing, this feeling right now was all there ever would be and it was called hell.
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Nothing else changed, I could see the sky outside the window, the faces of everyone in the room, the decor of the flat, nothing was different appart from the knowledge, shared by all, that life was over, man had failed whatever purpose or challenge given to him and now all that was left was eternal emptiness, right here in this place, right now and for ever. I/we were certain that this could not change. I couldn't feel anything appart from the empty dread and it terrified me, I couldn't feel my body. I grabbed a glass and crushed it with my hand cutting my fingers in the process, I thought that if I managed to feel pain it would prove that at least there was something else left in the universe, I felt nothing and the dread remained.
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I remember biting into the flesh of my index finger, I could taste the blood but not the pain. The panic increased, I realised that this was it, it would never finish. One of the others was picking up anything and studying it frantically, reading magazine pages, picking at the stitching on a jacket, feeling at the wood of the coffee table, he told me later he was trying to get a reaction out of himself to take his mind of the fear. What happened next I'm still trying to come to terms with. The feeling of dread and terror was crushing me, it was everywhere and I was 100% certain it was eternal, mankind had awoken in hell and there was no way out.
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I didn't feel anything when my fist broke through the window, I still don't know how the glass didn't cut my hand or my face for that matter. I almost had my whole body out when someone grabbed my belt. I'm quite a strong guy, I played rugby for years, they didn't stand a chance of holding me when I was kicking that hard, I had to end this. The last thing I remember was taking a deep breath of clean air and looking at the sky, then nothing. I was lucky. Lucky I missed the railings aroung the garden. Lucky I didn't land on my head. Lucky someone had called an ambulance when I crushed the glass in my hand, it was there almost before I landed. Lucky an orthopaedic surgeon was walking past the flat and came to help. Lucky I didn't die.
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Nobody's quite sure how I landed, they think it might have been on my arse, maybe my shoulders. They know I folded in half on impact, that's what did it. I fell about 35 feet, broke my back in 5 places, crushed two vertibrae to nothing and snapped my spinal cord in half. I can't feel or move anything below my rib cage, the official line is T8 complete paraplaegia. It took them 2 weeks to drain all the blood from chest cavity, then they operated to straighten me with two lengths of titanium. I've been in hospital for 3 months now, I'm hoping to be out for christmas but it depends how well the healing goes, the paralysis is totally permanent and I'll never walk again. I'm lucky I can use my arms and that I'll be totally independant eventually.
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I always said I would never touch acid, I only did because I was already hammered and it seemed like a good idea. I have nothing against taking drugs, my attitude towards it hasn't changed. I used to get called the nurse when we were out because I was always looking after everyone when we were fucked, I'd give pills to people who'd never tried them and then spend all night making sure they got through it enjoying it, even though I'd be hammered too. I'm not here to tell anyone to stop taking anything, I'm not here to preach, I fucking hate those types, just listen to my story. I was someone who could take all manner of shit and still knock back a drug I didn't want, I knew all the anti-drug stories; 'Johnny took acid then though he could fly, he through himself out the window, now he's dead.' They never wash with me because I knew that, ok, maybe I was a little out of control sometimes, but I wasn't going to go mental. I knew my drugs and knew where my limits were. No-one likes getting so mashed they can't remember anything the next day, we take it because it's a great feeling and we want to remember it.
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But just one time it reacted badly with my head. One time it was either stronger than I expected or I was already to hammered to take it, I've been in worse states and taken more drugs before. One time it all got too much and now I'm paying the price. Please be fucking careful, all the other trips can be great, but just one can convince you of things you thought weren't possible. I've always been a optimistic guy, I could not concieve of taking my own life, it'd be like breaking my prime directive, but I did try it.
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I'd love nothing more than to get out of this hospital, have a nice glass of wine, a big fat j, and maybe go to my mates and take some pills and listen to some tunes, but I can't. Not because I'm afraid. Because I can't bear to put my family and friends through the fear and pain again. I don't believe anything bad would ever happen to me again with drugs, but I can't risk tearing my loved ones' hearts out again, I'm afraid now I can only take a drink. I know you'll all have opinions on me and my experience and that's what I expect. Just please take this as a word of warning, not from a convert but from a pro-drug person, accidents can happen, lessen the risk and take care. Now, 'Nurse! Where's my damn morphine!'<!-- End Body -->
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I am a 20-year-old college sophomore who started smoking weed just about 6 months ago. Before coming to college, I had had no experience with any substances, including alcohol. However, drugs had always interested me, and when I did some research and realized that some very careful experimentation can be useful and relatively harmless, I decided to try herb. I loved it, and after a few months of that I began to wonder if there was anything else worth trying. I did a lot of research and decided that basically every drug had some severe risks. However, acid was appealing because the dangers are almost totally mental and very few substances known to man can actually affect the human body in an amount as small as that which can be absorbed on blotter. So, after a lot of thinking and reading, I decided I would try it. Fairly soon after I got to school, I made up my mind for sure and started asking around.
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It took a while for me to find some, and the first stuff I found was fake. However, a friend of mine brought me back around 2-2.5 hits torn off a tiny strip of white unperfed blotter and sold it to me for $10. It was a weeknight, but I decided to do it that night. I figured it would be less time to get nervous and less time for the acid to be destroyed by the elements of my room. Now, I wanted a solid first trip, because I only planned to do this once or at most two times. Flashbacks and mental problems are not my cup of tea, so I figure the less times the better. I put the blotter under my tongue and immediately got nervous. I have read so many experiences, and I didn't quite know what to expect. I expected to see some good visuals with a solid dose, but I had heard LSD's visuals weren't always the most insane, and that it's the mind fuck that gets you.
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I had my roommate with me, and he was to stay sober and watch me the whole time. He was a good friend for doing that, and a sober sitter is always a bonus for the first time. If nothing else, it put my mind more at ease. I did trip alone, however, which was not necessarily the best idea. It was a lot of fun, and I think part of it was cooler being alone, because it was just like taking a journey within myself that no one else got to be a part of, but I think I could've avoided some of the negative thoughts had I been with an enthusiastic psychonaut.
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After about 20 minutes, I began to feel a little funny. I've never done stimulants, so I assume that it might feel like a mild stimulant buzz. However, things quickly became really funny. Now, I had felt some similar effects the first time I tried the bunk acid. I suspect that the bunk acid was actually real, just very very very weak, but at the time I didn't know if my giddiness was purely a placebo effect or the acid actually starting to kick in. My roommate took out his video camera and interviewed me a little bit as the effects were coming on, which was a good time. I was lying on my bed listening to music, and I realized that my depth perception was a little funny. When I reached up to touch the top bunk, it seemed like the mattress was a lot closer than it looked. This was quite funny to me. Then the bunk started to wave a little bit. It just looked like a flag blowing, although very slowly, in the wind. At that point I knew the stuff was real, so I buckled up.
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The emotions were totally happy at that point. Most everything was started to wave a tiny bit and I was getting mild tracers. I described it to my roommate, and he told me to try standing up. I did, and all of a sudden I realized how messed up I was. The floor seemed like a mile below my head, and the room spun a little bit. At that moment I experienced the first of many feelings of 'spatial confusion', as I have taken the liberty to dub it.
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I would be standing in the middle of the room, but I would feel like the wall was right behind me. When I would turn around and realize that I was still in the middle of the room, it felt quite strange. It's like that feeling you get when someone is behind you or watching you, and then you turn around and no one is there. Not really unpleasant, just interesting. We turned off the lights for the first time at this point and the lights from my stereo and whatnot were quite cool. The light from a power strip in the corner seemed to be shooting out little blips of lasers at me even though it was just a steady red light.
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Then I plopped back down on the bed and put in some Radiohead (OK Computer). The springs holding up the top bunk started to go crazy at this point. They were made up of interlocking metal rings, and the rings were flying along like on a very fast conveyor belt and changing colors. After a few minutes of this, two of our friends entered the room. One of them had tripped before and I asked him to stop by to check on me, but he actually freaked me out by acting his usual, crazy self. The other friend was a girl, and I wanted her to stay because I was not totally trusting the other two at this point. She got weirded out because I probably asked in a really creepy way, which kind of put me in a bad mood. However, they left soon and my roommate and I decided to go for a walk, which was a great decision.
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Walking outside on the city streets felt like floating. It was a mild out of body experience at this point, perhaps 90 minutes into the trip. When I say out of body experience, I don't mean that I am viewing myself from above or anything, I just mean that I felt completely detached from my body. My walking was on autopilot, and my consciousness was just floating along with my body. The city blocks stretched very very far, and traversing a single block felt like many minutes. My sense of time was almost completely gone.
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We went to a pizza place where I was loud and obnoxious, and I kept walking around the room, kind of 'sampling' it, trying to get a feel for how big it was because my sense of space was so fucked. The floor was made up of large tiles that were mostly blue but had slight tints of different color, and they were moving like crazy. The darker spots of the tile were dancing like little ants. After that, we went to rent some movies. We decided on Pet Sematary (not the best idea) and 2001. Pet Sematary had scared me as a kid, but I was feeling good and thought it would be fun to push myself a little bit. I managed to pay for the movies without making an idiot of myself (he has no account at the store), and we headed to the supermarket to get a few more snacks.
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My roommate informed me that I was in danger of attracting too much attention when we were in there, so I tried to keep quiet. I almost died trying to keep in my laughter while we were in line, but then I caught a glimpse of something crazy: my own self in the mirror. I had read something about this, and let me say, it was quite intense. My face was expanding and contracting, and although my skin is fairly clear, the few zits that I had on my forehead looked like landmines. I quickly looked away and decided I'd try it again back in the dorm when it wouldn't matter as much if I freaked.
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On the way back to the dorm, we passed this hobo woman that my friends and I find particularly amusing/annoying, and I found this hilarious. We also passed a friend who originally planned to trip with me. He was disappointed that I had already done it without him, but I explained it was all I had and he was supportive. Time to head back to the dorm.
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Back in the dorm, things started getting a little too weird. First, I began thinking about how my girlfriend was really upset about this experiment. Then, my mind wandered to many other things, like how we will never know anything about the universe. I have been really into philosophy lately, and it had a huge negative impact on my trip. These thoughts were quite depressing. I also took my first long gaze into the mirror. I'm not exagerating when I say it was one of the more memorable experiences of my life. I saw myself objectively for the first time. I looked like some sort of rat creature, and I began to grow horns. This freaked me out quite badly, and I began to explain to my roommate and our close friend who decided to hang out that I was a huge tool. They assured me I wasn't, but I would hear none of it.
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Meanwhile, I noticed that touching my arms, legs, and fingers was quite strange. My limbs felt extremely skinny and long. It made me realize how insignificant my body is compared to the world and the universe. My fingers felt like little pencils. Also, my nose and eyes felt incredibly tiny when touching them. Ever since looking in the mirror, I've been having a pretty serious 'out of body' feeling. I am seeing everything I do as I do it, even though I am still seeing my surroundings normally, as normally as you can on acid, anyway. It's like I was watching my own actions the way you watch a memory or fantasy play out in your head, although much more detailed and realistic feeling.
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The fibers of the carpet swayed to and fro lackadaisically and in perfect unison. My roommate really wanted to watch Pet Sematary, but I insisted that I was too depressed about seeing myself in the mirror and thinking about the meaninglessness of the universe. I stayed in that frame of mind for a while, but after a few minutes I relented. The movie wasn't scary, although I didn't pay that much attention. Many many memories of my childhood came flooding back to me as we watched, and it was like I relived them in an instant. After the movie, he kind of drifted off, and things got a little rough.
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It had been perhaps 6-7 hours since I dropped, and I was ready for it to be over, but the 'cid had other plans. I just sat in bed for a couple of hours, which seemed like an eternity, pondering how huge the universe is and how small and meaningless I am. Every few minutes I would get up and write a page or two in my journal. I would post the rants here, but I don't want to embarrass myself. Basically, I just wrote about skepticism and how acid makes me feel like I can't know anything because my perceptions are shattered. Now, this might seem like a 'bad trip,' but only part of it was bad, and the 'bad' stuff was definitely important stuff to think about. After what seemed like days of this, I had finally come down enough to close my eyes and attempt sleep. It came eventually, but it was difficult.
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I woke up in a few hours still quite tired but weird feeling and EXTREMELY hungry. The trip occured last night, and I feel almost back to normal but still a little strange. The mental effects of the trip are definitely still hanging with me, and I have been quite weirded out all day by the 'ego separation' that occurred.
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I am glad I tried it. It was very very interesting. My senses were altered less than I was expecting, but my mind was completely destroyed far more than I was prepared for. Feeling as if my soul was outside my body was quite exhilarating, albeit disturbing. I probably won't do it again, because even though I have heard of more intense trips, especially visually, I don't think I would learn much more from taking more, because I experienced the 'objective' view, and I have never wanted to take LSD for any reason other than experiencing something crazy and new one time just to see what it was like.<!-- End Body -->
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I had been awaiting my first psycadelic experience for some time, digesting many many reports documenting bad trips, good trips, spiritual experiences etc. I got as much information on the effects of the drug, dosage, likely reactions and importance of set and setting as I could. I have been a regular marijuana smoker for around 2 years, and have had many experiences with MDMA over about 2 years, a few with nitrous, 2 low dose mushroom trips (threshold effects), 4-5 times on speed and 4-5 times with coke. I would say I am well accustomed to altered states of mind but by no means a seasoned drug user.
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I am 18 years old and started getting interested in mind expansion and “opening the door” when I was around 16. Both my parents were heavy drug users in their youth, and my father now only smokes marijuana and considers himself an “acid casualty” and my mother is still an occasional user. My parents have been split since I was around 6 months old, they were never married and I have lived with my father all my life, seeing my mother regularly.
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Neither of my parents have ever hidden anything from me or made drugs out to be terrible and evil since I was old enough to ask about it. They simply told me about the possible consequences, pros, cons and such, and left me to make my own mind up. My father was very restricting in the information he would disclose, his barriers immediately going up as soon as I mentioned the subject, but he was still honest with me after I pressed for answers. My mother was very much the opposite, being worried about me falling into the wrong crowds and doing things for all the wrong reasons. As soon as I displayed in interest in drugs and started asking questions with only the vague knowledge that she has been a user, she was very open to talk about them and asked me if I ever got offered them, but I was too young for that to have happened yet. She told me that if I ever wanted to try anything out, to come to her and that she would provide a safe environment and show me what to watch out for. She never encouraged the activity itself, she was just frightened by the prospect of me getting myself into some very uncomfortable, distressing, not to mention dangerous situations possibly with people I don’t know very well offering me things with nobody responsible around.
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A few years after her very serious offer had been made, I came to her with a request for my first MDMA experience, and she accepted. The night was a huge success, bringing me a new found appreciation for my fellow human and the world in general. My mother an I developed a very close bond since and have indulged in one or two more MDMA sessions since. I was also eager to try LSD at the time, but she assured me I was not old enough yet and we would save it until I was 18. I was delighted with the opportunity to do this with someone I trust as much as my own mother, knowing that nothing would go wrong and feeling very safe, so I took her advice and postponed the first LSD experience.
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2 years later, with my gained maturity, interest and understanding of the world, the cosmos, social mechanics and my mind itself. I felt I was ready for the be all and end all of drug experiences, the eye opener, the yin and the yang. I was very apprehensive the night I got off the train to meet her, we weren’t sure if we would dive straight in on my first night of staying with her so we mused the subject over 2 glasses of wine, catching up and all that. Eventually after flipping a few coins and taking a pill each the conclusion was reached that it was indeed time to fly.
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I should probably point out here that my mother has just come off a 10 year hiatus from taking acid, due to an extremely intense and negative experience that left her shell shocked. She will now only take Acid with E, claiming that the E takes away the edge from the Acid leaving her feeling more relaxed and open to the experience, slimming the chance of slipping into the “bad trip” I’d heard so much about. So after considering the alarming prospect of taking 2 such intense drugs at the same time, I decided she knew best, and I’m not really sure whether it was the right decision.
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I took the 4 blotters which I think was too much for my first experience, but my mother told me that she considered a full picture to be a normal trip on this particular batch, but I didn’t take into consideration that she is a seasoned LSD user and I have never even felt what it’s like to trip properly. The sun was still up when the effects of the Acid began to take hold. I was in awe by the colour shifting and pattern morphing on everything I was looking at. I could not stop smiling and giggling to myself, wrapped up in a blanket on the floor observing these strange visuals around the room.
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I was slightly overwhelmed at the fast come up, as I had read LSD usually takes a long time to work, I felt myself getting higher by the minute, faster than I usually feel MDMA work. Within 1 hour of ingestion I was getting the full kaleidoscope effects very quickly morphing on the ceiling and walls. I was getting concerned of how intense this was going to be when I hit my peak, and this is when the first shadows of fear crept into my mind. I had never felt this before and I was finding it extremely intense. My mother advised we take another pill, trying to keep to 1 pill every 2-3 hours to keep us in a positive mindset.
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About the time the second pill kicked in I think I hit the peak of the acid. My memory gets a little hazy at this point. I remember looking out of the windows of the French doors to the back patio and everything looked animated, the colour morphing looked very cartoony, things began to lose their “real world” like qualities and became more solid, fluorescent colours. I also remember at one point sitting the back garden with my field of vision almost totally covered in “red shift” like lines with yellows that appeared to be lingering tracers of one thing I saw, in amongst colourful swirls and morphing patterns, however I only remember this extreme intensity and visual impairment once during the night, shortly after taking the second pill and hitting my peak of the LSD.
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Then the sun began to go down. As I sat in the front room watching the sun retreat behind the mountains I felt my happiness being drained out of me like the light from the sky. I did not find the prospect of the dark very frightening or intimidating, it was just that the sun light filled me with joy and brought life and energy to my surroundings. It was all downhill from here.
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My memory is a shambles from this point onwards, but I remember becoming very distressed. I think the first thing to set my mind off was that I was very high off 2 good quality pills plus the LSD, I could not keep track of what I was doing in the slightest. My short term memory was a total loss, and this began to scare me at one point. I wondered if someone were to try and conspire against me, play with my head, it would be easy for them to do so, as I wouldn’t be able to remember anything 2 seconds later. I began to make very obscure, silly, negative mind connections about things that were happening.
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My mother could see my condition was worsening and was getting concerned about me. At some points during the night I’m SURE that I could hear things she was thinking, which I received in standard speech like ways. The tone and harmonic structure to her voice seemed different also during these moments, very much distant. One of the first instances of this is I was sitting out the back trying to cool down (I get very hot from MDMA) when I heard this distant voice saying “Answer me, please answer me” from hearing that in such a way, and from my dream like state of intoxication, I became immediately convinced that I was having an out of body experience, and my real body was in the lounge lying unconscious, having OD’d. I KNEW that I was going to walk in there and see a paramedic over my body, I was VERY scared for that instant. I shouted to my mother and ran back into the living room just to see her turn around, startled and glad to see I was ok, and all of a sudden I was horribly and terribly confused. I had to just tell myself “I’m tripping, I’m tripping”.
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Hearing my mother call out to me happened a few times over the night, whether it was an auditory hallucination or not I don’t know. I’d only hear it when I wasn’t in the room with her and she always seemed distressed, and glad to see me when I did see her after that. After this happened a few times I began making obscure mind connections again and became totally convinced at one point, that in reality I was an 18 year old boy lying in a hospital bed, having been comatose for many years. There was a psychic guide sitting next to my bed, penetrating my psyche as my mother, a huge figure for trust and safety in my life, and this psychic had manipulated my comatose dreaming for this to happen by conditioning my development through my life. It all led up to this one moment where I was meant to regain consciousness and I could hear her calling me from the real world.
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I thought that the only way I was able to wake from this coma was through self substantiation. Realising of my own free will that I was in a coma and this world was not real. Only then could I “wake up”. Having to come to terms with the fact that my life up until this point has been a dream, all of my memories are fake is a frightening prospect when sober, needless to say I was in a dark place. I gave a couple of genuine attempts at “waking up” I even attempted to communicate to these “real world” people at one point.
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My mother was also running around trying to find me the right CD, it being obvious to her I was not having a good time. She was trying to find that one little thing that can turn a bad trip around, like the right music or a spliff or something but I would not react to her or give any information. She kept repeating “You won’t give me anything that’s yours, you won’t give me input, please give me something YOU want” to which I would reply, “I don’t know”. Again with the silly mind connections, this worsened things for me, I became convinced that part of this sort of ritual process to “wake me up” included a sort of catalyst, some input from me like a particular song and such. At a few points my mother thought I should go inward and maybe I was resisting something, and tried to advise me as such. Of course, I took this in the totally negative way and thought she was trying to force me into an introspective space and that after my inward journey finished, I would awake in the real world. I was simply overcome by fear and would not co-operate or communicate with her so she did not know what was wrong.
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Eventually she gave me a valium, to take the trip down a couple of notches. It seemed to work very well. Very soon afterwards all paranoid feeling left me and I was left feeling sort of comfy empty. My memory is also pretty much normal from that point onwards. I know I took another pill at some point during my trip before the valium as my mother thought that might help bring me out of the dark space I was in, but my memory is too hazy.
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I’m not sure if taking the E was a good or bad idea. I might have had the same strange mind connections had I not taken the E, in which case the E probably stopped me from going even deeper in that scared, confused state. But at the same time, taking the E was the first thing to begin to make me concerned, as I felt totally helpless with my useless short term memory, which I’m sure the E was largely responsible for. I think maybe the combination of the 2 , and in such high doses, was simply too much for me.
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But something I also take into consideration is those strange “panic moments” I sometimes get on E, I think may seriously contributed to my negative experience. Sometimes on E I have had these weird little moments not too un similar to the obscure mind connection is experienced in this occasion where something will be said by someone in the room, and this one little thing like a slightly serious expression on their face or a short silence in the room afterwards will give me the impression that something seriously, seriously bad has just happened, and I have a little moment of extreme panic, before it goes away again. I have also had strange hallucinations on E that happen rarely but even on E they are always strange and make me feel uncomfortable. I think that these things happening to me while on Acid took me to a very dark place whereas on E, I can forget about them in 2 seconds.
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I would like to try acid on it’s own on my next trip, regardless of what my mother advises, everyone reacts differently to drugs, and I think candyflipping may just not be for me, or I think at least a lower dose of both drugs especially the E.
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I just got out of school and me and a friend walked over to his house and smoked about 3 bowls. I was droppin acid that afternoon when I got home, I had bought 4 hits earlier in the week. The only other hallucinagen I have done was shrooms. When I got home some other friends that were each takin 2 hits came over. I dropped my 4 and went and played guitar and waited for it to take effect.
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After about 20 or 30 minutes I felt restless and got up and started walking around. I felt really energized and everything seemed kinda wierd. I went on the computer and listened to some Jimi. I was listening to Castles in the Sand, this blew my mind. I had never liked Jimi alot, but when I was listening to it, his voice was so beautiful. The whole song kinda disappeared, and all I could hear was his voice, and his guitar. After sitting there like this, I noticed that some people were playing on my guitar amp in the other room, this causes the wall in between the rooms to shake. I had my feet on the wall, I could hear them playing but all I heard was noise, no notes or anything. I was still listening to Jimi, then the noise blended in, and the noise sounded like a space ship taking off, then my legs began shaking even more. This was really wierd, but I enjoyed it alot.
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After this I walked around for a little bit, talked to people, I was the only one feeling the effects right now. I went back on the computer, my friend was in there, he had his legs crossed and was shaking his foot. This movement then moved onto the whole desk that the computer was on. The whole fixture was shaking back and forth violently, it didn’t disturb me because I was still clear headed. After about 20 min we left to go to Mcdonald’s and go in the play pen.
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This really fucked me up, all the different sounds were coming together. I didn’t know what was going on anymore really. I just sat there for like 30 minutes and thought about stuff, stared off, the bricks in the ground were moving, not alot though. Then a friend reminded me to go into the playpen and me and the 2 other people tripping went through the 'adventure' alone. The colorful tubes, the sound being changed, and not knowing where I was going. I had no clue what was going on. We got to a big chamber and I could stand up, I looked around and I forgot were I was for a second. Then I went down the slide, which was better described as feeling like being sucked out of the slide.
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This is when everything got out of control. I had no clue what started it but I began to panic, I wasn’t in reality at all. I had slipped into my own world, I went into my room alone, which might not have been a good idea. While I was sitting there, I started seeing patterns, nothing big really. Then everything began to echo. I heard a voice, the voice was my thoughts, but I heard it. Then I heard whispering in my room, no one was in there and I had no clue why I heard it. I went into a loop of thinking that I had takin to much, that I was going to go insane for the next 5 hours, this pretty much did happen.
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My friend came and picked me up, we were driving around, it was a beautiful night, but all I was thinking about is what was going to happen to me. The two people in the front seat were talking. I couldn’t hold up a conversation because I would forget what I said 5 seconds after I said it. We went to my friends house, I went into his bathroom right away. I look at myself, I wasn’t really seeing anything, but I felt the need to get out of my clothes. I took off my shirt and shoes. I went out of the bathroom and I was asking anyone I saw for a pencil and paper to write down my thoughts. I felt that if I could write out my thoughts, maybe the voice I was hearing would shut up.
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Then I felt the need to hear music, my friend had a computer with music on it, but I needed to have a cd player or mp3 player, I kept asking everyone for one. Then I realized I had paper in my hand, and wondered why I had it. Then I remembered I was gonna write on it, but I had thrown the pen somewhere. I left my friends house with them in just pants, socks, and a undershirt. I left my shoes and shirt at his house. When we were driving around, they decided to fuck with me for a bit, and they called out my name and when I looked at them, they were moving their mouths around alot, but not making any noise. I just stared at them for a minute, I was hearing them say things. Then they started moving my window up and down. Now all I remember is that I was staring at the moon and how beautiful it looked, they said I was talking to the window. I apparently said 'Hi' to the window.
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I went back to my house and thought about the wierdest things for the next 2 hours, which seemed like 2 days. I felt as if I was being pushed into a wierd position by some outside force. This was a very strange feeling, I didn’t know why it was happening. I was trying to think about comforting things, but they would leave my mind after 5 seconds. Then I began to think that maybe I should forgot about caring about myself and start thinking about how I could help mankind in general. I associated words, or people, with just the beginning of the word or name. Then I forgot what each letter was for, and thought of another name. This went on for 30 minutes. When my friends came over, my girlfriend called. This is what ended my mind fuck, I felt an overwhelming feeling of relief, as if everything was ok now, I spent the next hour sitting there and staring at stuff, trying to trip again.
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Later that night, I did cocaine for my first time too, we also smoked some primo. When the effects of the weed and coke kicked in, I wasn’t high. I just began to trip again. I felt like I was being pulled out of body. I would stare at something for a minute, and my head would become disconnected from my body and whatever I was staring at was a different world. There was a doorway, then someone sitting in a chair, and a t.v. I viewed this as three worlds, and whenever I stared at one, I was pulled toward it, as if it had a gravitational pull.
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The next morning when I woke up, I was completely fine, I felt great. The effects of the acid had worn off completely and I could remember most of the day before. I didn’t have a very great trip, but I decided that I still liked it in the end.<!-- End Body -->
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I had come across a bit of acid in my hometown and my birthday was a few months away so I snatched some before it was gone about two months prior. I had tried it a few times.... maybe 10 or so trips within a month and a half or so. Maybe a bit excessive looking back on it. Anyway, my birthday came and went and I decided to hang with a friend the weekend after my birthday.
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Me and him were tripping this fine day in April and my fiance decided not to. It was a beautiful day out and we decided to start indoors and go outside once things got 'colorful'. I took 2.5 hits of blotter, and he had 2 hits.
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My medications include lithium and methimazole which is a Thyroid pill for hyperthyroidism. I already hallucinate and hear things due to my mental illness which is either Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or Schizoaffective Disorder. However when I trip I'm able to escape the mental prison of voices that I have for at least a day which is great relief to me. I should also mention that I've had many Research Chemical experiences and I think that played into today.
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Back to the trip, I had taken as many as 8 of this batch with wonderful results about a month prior. I took a month break from tripping to have no tolerance for my birthday experience. I've always wanted a life changing experience, but on my own terms and I now know why these experiences come when I least expect them because they change me.
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Ok, 30 min. to an hour is when it kicked in good. Visuals were good, and we had started toking on a bowl 30 min. after taking the LSD. At the one hour mark things had started to get crazy, especially after the bowl. I wanted to go outside so I got up to go get my shoes. As I was walking I thought I had stood up to fast because all of a sudden everything turned white and sound was so distorted and slowed down I thought I was passing out. So my first instinct was to drop to the ground to minimize injury. Every time I stood up past this point, that is what happened.
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I was lying out on the floor. I couldn't get up or move. Something was wrong. I could no longer see anyone or anything. I could not hear anyone or anything. I was literally gone. This must've been a level 6!!! Quickly things went from bad, to really really bad. I started to lose consciousness, which didn't make sense. I felt if I lost consciousness I was then dead because I can't overdose off of 2.5 hits, besides I tried 8 about a month prior. The two people with me didn't know what to do. I told my girl to call an ambulance because losing consciousness didn't seem right to me and if I was going to be bad off I wanted to be in the hospital where I felt safe and my family could be called to see me in the event of death.
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I haven't mentioned the visuals because that's all anybody ever talks about. The visuals were more intense than salvia, I was literally in another world, seeing, touching, feeling another world. I mostly saw me and my fiancé a lot, with little pot leafs floating in the background this was my picture of life and next was death.
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At this point I couldn't talk. All I could do was spit out a bunch of jargon that made no sense. I would cut to words in half and combine them to make new words. The paramedics couldn't get any necessary info out of me other than, 'How many did you take?' I said 2 or 3 and they flat out called me a liar and said 'You mean 6,7,8, 10!?! You didn't take 2 to get like this pal!!!'
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They couldn't believe what they were seeing. At this point I thought I was on the edge of death, I kept going in and out of consciousness and it effected my trip each time. I lost track of time because I couldn't see the world around me. And then in the hospital I lay there, in my own world. And I heard the Dr. say, 'It's too late, we've lost him.' They start disconnecting the lines attached to me. I begin to cry out my last words to my family and my girl, as I hold her hand... but I can't see anything that's really going on or hear anything that's going on. And then I saw death, it was total and complete nothingness. No conscious thought, no feeling, no nothing. And then I proceeded to stop breathing as I went through death.
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During this time where I stopped breathing, it was brief, I made it to heaven and God gave me requirements in order to get my life back. I was denied and then I was sent back to my body which was then discarded in a dump or where ever they keep masses of dead people. And that's where any final thought dissipated.
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At this point my fiancé must've realized I wasn't breathing, I woke up to 'You're going to make it!' This came out of the nurse holding my left hand and my girl was on my right. I woke up to find all kinds of lines attached to me, and monitoring equipment. I asked how long I was gone for..... my ER report showed I had been there for five and a half hours plus the half hour at home made for a 6 hour experience on the deep end.
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It was a complete life altering experience, I'm 25 years old and the thought of never having kids really sucked. I saw everything I'd miss out on. I saw my funeral, and everyone who attended. I've never experienced anything this intense and I've eaten 16 hits before. When I was 18-19 years old, I liked LSD over everything and it was abundant.
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The one reason I sent this in was because me and another friend had some bad times... his on ecstasy. But we both had one thing in common, we each used 2C's frequently for a 6 month period prior to both of us landing in the hospital. I almost didn't come back, he almost died from bleeding in the brain. I don't think the LSD was the main factor in such a profound trip, I think the 2C's set the stage, mostly 2CI.<!-- End Body -->
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About me:<br>
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I'm 20 now, was 17 at the time of this (my first) acid trip. I became interested in LSD long ago and researched it extensively long before ever trying it. After I first tried it, I probably had a dozen more experiences with it shortly thereafter and it was all very, very fun. :) I've never smoked (anything), and I maybe drink twice a year (casually, of course), and I'm very successful in my career. It's been probably 2 years since I've even seen LSD, but honestly I would do it again given the opportunity. Implementing this component into my life was an amazing thing, unfortunately as you might already know it's something you can't adequately describe with words or pictures--there's a lot more to it than that, it's a lot more complex than you might think.<br>
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A bit more than a year ago my desire to try and implement a liquid state into my normal configuration became a near obsession. Knowing the people I know it wasn't a big deal to get everything I needed to set it up. Myself and a couple friends, my GF and some others that I wasn't too close to, decided on a good day for all of us (Thursday it happened to be, I took the day off--now forever known as LSD-thursday), everybody met at my house and we all rode to my favorite eating establishment in my home town at about 14:00. They know me by name, they know what I want, fast, nice people, et cetera.<br>
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We ate our sugar cubes on the way (it was only a short drive), arrived, ordered, started to eat and then all of the sudden, about half way through our meal, there was a certain energy around the table. Maybe it was because 5 of us were sitting around a relatively small table, maybe it was something else, either way I wasn't hungry anymore and I felt a certain chill over my body. At the same time I began to feel a certain peace with everybody, I got really happy and couldn't stop smiling--this was a common theme around the table. As happy as we were smiling and joking we decided our stomachs couldn't take any more because the hunger had left us. We cleaned off our table and headed for my GF's house.<br>
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<span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note:
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It was a 30 minute drive into the country, way out there. I hardly remember at all, except how good I felt. Upon arrival we all went into her house and sat down for a moment, it felt very good, everything had a new energy to it, everything seemed almost alive. Looking at a blank wall was so much more entertaining than it normally was for some reason. Colors were more vibrant, textures felt so much more unique and special--I felt as though I appreciated everything around me a lot more. The house got old quick because it was too dark, and the light felt good, it was very stimulating so we all went outside.<br>
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I layed down on the grass and it felt so good. BTW, I'm not normally somebody who likes light, esp. the sun, I'm a cloudy day kinda person. The grass felt good and the sky seemed so perfect, blue with some puffy white clouds. I looked at the horizon, which was absolutely beatiful, and I felt as though I could take one step and step over it, and the sky seemed close enough that I could touch it. But LSD makes me like a child--I have no attention span to speak of. Strangely enough, I could stare at a blank wall for an entire day, but I can't do the same activity for even 5 minutes, does that make sense?<br>
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It seemed like much time had passed, but probably only a couple minutes really; we all decided to go up to the 'crack'. The crack is this beautiful area despite the name. There is a natural waterfall and nice stream with in a ravene, it's a perfect 'post card' type of location, something you see in movies. It's difficult to explain how much more I appreciate this sort of thing after having recently implemented a liquid state into my regular configuration. Looking in the water was an amazing thing, the colors, the rainbow, seeing a reflection of myself. My GF and I ran around for a while because of the infinite energy that had entered us earlier; that, and there was lots of things to look at around the area.<br>
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We all tired of that and decided to head back to town (my place) and figure out something to do there. On the way back there was this large black monster (it looked like some sort of a serpent!) chasing our vehicle down the mountain. These are very rocky dirt roads used by the forestry service. After about 5 minutes of trying to figure out what the monster wanted it eventually turned into a logging truck, a rather scary one, but nontheless a logging truck. That was interesting.<br>
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Oh, and I forgot to mention, we picked up another friend at my GF's house to joined our adventure. We ended up going to another woodsy-type area in the other direction (~45 minutes away), in two vehicles. My GF and I (and the new person) rode in my GF's truck, me and her in the back. That was an adventure while driving 90mph and getting to experience the world at high speed from the bed of a truck. We got there in no time and after stepping out the road took an interesting turn, or an 'un-turn'. I kept looking down the road and it kept trying to straighten itself out (there was a bend in the road), and the road had all sorts of interesting moving colors in the imperfections of the road. I couldn't get the road to completely straighten out, or to not keep trying to straighten out so I decided to go visit the water (there was also a stream there). <br>
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On the way I found a tree with some moss on it, magical moss that was changing colors in a very beatiful way--quite entertaining to watch. More events past and probably ~1hr of time, and we decided to head back to my place. On the way back I saw all the hucklebarries I could eat, and I was fixated. I reached for them (while traveling at highway speeds) and the driver stopped the truck and I quickly hopped out and grabbed a branch--I was now very content. I ate my berries and watched the world fly by while I had this warm-but-cold feeling inside, and lots of energy. Not energy that makes me grind my teeth, or makes me shake like when I have lots of caffiene, but just unlimited energy at will.<br>
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We got back to my apartment, put on some music (techno of course--seemed to fit the mood), and by this time it seemed to be getting dark. All kinds of interesting colors revealed themselves in the shadows. After a short amount of time we all realized how much more entertaining it would be for those dancing in my living room to have glow sticks. We went off on a quick run to the local party shop and purshaced all their glow sticks. The party shop had nifty lights and stuff that were all very pleasing to the eye, with lots of flashy colors. Afterwards we went back to my place, watching the quick fluid movements of the light-wands they wielded was very entertaining. At one point or another somebody put a glowstick right in front of my eye and I started drooling, the light felt so good, there was so much sensation from it. My room was lit only by my monitor and a blacklight. That helped too. It made the neon colors really stand out, lots of eye candy.<br>
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Somewhere around there one or two of the people had to do other things so they split. Not long afterwards we went down to the river and played frisby. It was dark at this time so we cut open some glow sticks and put the goo on the frisby so we would see it, that not only made it bright, it had the side effect of littering the ground with glowing dots, and making us glow because it got all over us. We sat in front of the river and contemplated jumping in for a bit. After the glow wore off we went to get something to eat. It was actually like 23:00, it had been 7 hours since anybody had eaten, and we still weren't really hungry, but it feels good to chew on things so we went to a resturaunt that was open late, ordered some food, took a special interest in the moving pattern on the table. Starred at it until our food got there, ate, starred at the floor, then we decided to end the night, so they brought me home and they went home. I spent a couple hours staring at the neato looking changing colors on my ceiling and eventually fell asleep.<br>
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I apologize for not being able to explain/express so many wonderfull and unique aspects of the day, I'm really not doing it justice. In retrospect that was one of the best days of my entire life. It's the kind of thing you never forget and wish you could do again. The first time is definitely the best time, but don't get me wrong, it's very fun all the times following!. :)<!-- End Body -->
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Let me start off with basics about myself,<br>
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Gender, Male<br>
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Weight, 240 lb <br>
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Height, 6'1<br>
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Age, 17 (DOB 89')<br>
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No current medication(s) that could possibly interact with substances ingested.<br>
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Previously used Substances - Cannabis (daily), LSD (several times), LSA (twice), MDMA (over a 100 times), Heroin (period of depression for me, 20 or so times), Cocaine (not sure, on and off with addiction), DMT (twice), and Opium (countless times, usually mixed with cannabis when around)<br>
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Recently inquiring to a friend of mine, T, he notified me that some tabs have found there way around where I live on the east coast. This is rare around here recently. I have used LSD several times before, about 2-3 years ago it was in ready supply around here (east coast of US). Jumping on this chance, I drive up to my friends house and grab a 10-strip of tabs from my friend T. I only planned to eat one but one of my friends who wanted a tab bailed on me, so I ended up ingesting two. My friend T told me his dealer told him they were 100 ug each but, as we all know, this is probably not true, and just an estimate. <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note:
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T+40: Driving back to my friend M’s house to relax, I can definitely feel and sense a difference in my pattern of thoughts and the way things feel. Lights glow on the road, much brighter than before. As stupid as I am, I have driven on many substances, and I was driving through out the entire night with no problems, but I am experienced. This is still not a good idea and everyone reacts differently to different substances please be careful.<br>
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T+45: Arriving back to my friend M’s house, everyone has dropped at least 1 or 2 tabs of this acid. We can all definitely feel it coming on, and we are all taking turns playing Xbox 360 playing Tom Clancy Rainbow 6 Las Vegas. I start to notice slight visual distortions during the game and a faint visual of a fractal pattern, at the time it reminded me of the Golden Spiral, on my friends face. This makes me excited because I know it’s starting to kick in and I’m still coming up.<br>
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T+1:12: The videogame has become too much and I can’t understand it anymore. I remember the controls, but my mind doesn’t want to understand it or play the game anymore. I sit back while everyone else plays it and gets to the same point. Eventually the game is turned off. <br>
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T+1:30- The group goes outside M’s house to smoke cigarettes, I’m the only one who doesn’t smoke cigs, but I light up a bowl after everyone finished, and 3 friends match me. Cannabis definitely enhances and sets off the LSD. Everyone said it kicked in way more and that their senses were overwhelming. A couple of my friends said they had to sit down. The sun had already gone down and we were kind of disappointed about it, but then we immediately had a realization that the moment we were in was just as beautiful as well. I remember sitting outside, and thinking about living in the ‘now’ and enjoying everything that we have, and how lucky and fortunate we are.<br>
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My thoughts are full of ancient Greek and Roman times, how they used to live and how far we have come from then, our similarities and differences and what we have borrowed from them and etc. I have an interest in Greek and Latin, and studied both for a couple of years, but when I thought about it outside, and I was discussing it with my friends, we completely got into it and we were focused, it was almost like a Socratic seminar, where we all took turns talking and posed questions and gained further insight. Strange how acid works like that, my group of friends are usually happy with cracking dumb innuendos and puns, and now that we dropped acid, we are all talking and gaining deeper insight about our history, about our civilization and ourselves. Strange...<br>
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T+2:00- M’s little brother stops by with his girlfriend and his friend. They are all clearly drunk, and we help him out of his car. This freaked out a couple of the girls who dropped acid, thinking about the horrible things that could of happened if he was to get into an accident. Once he’s inside, we took his keys away and I gave him some of my grass to make him content. My thought was, who would want to drive anywhere when you’ve got your girlfriend, drunk, house alone, and some grass? <br>
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T+2:30- We need more green. It’s about 9:30 (I remember looking at the clock when I got in the car). I call my friend P and drive to the next town with my friend T to grab about two zips of green. No particular thoughts stand out in my mind about this moment- no great insight. Still- General euphoria, laughing and giggling. T and I talk of memories and great things to come, and how much we both care for each other and how we're good friends. I put on Fantomas (first cd, forget the title?), which proves to be too harsh and crazy for my friend T so I end up with the usual Boards of Canada.<br>
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T+3:10 – I meet up with my friends at a convenience store, M’s parents have come home and kicked everyone out, and took all of M’s beer (two 40 racks) away. This causes negative vibes when I arrive at the convenience store. There are about 10 kids tripping off LSD, a couple arguing about loosing money on the beer, a couple spacing out, some giggling. We all look ridiculous and I know it, but I don’t care at the moment. I tell everyone to hop into my car and thiers, as M has his own truck and we go off to my friend J’s house to smoke more green. <br>
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T+3:35?- We all quietly sneak down stairs to not piss off J’s parents and go into his heated garage, I remember counting 13 kids now. The setting is calm and comfortable which makes it much easier on everyone as we are all comfortable around everyone. I do not remember or recall at all how much grass we smoked but it was large amount. I think we smoked 4 blunts and at least 6-7 bowls, and a couple of joints. We were all incredibly ripped and twisted. Everyone was smoking cigarettes and all we could do was say stupid statements. I remember my friend T saying “So we’re going down, and uhm, so the beach is cold- but who’s driving this damn bus?” I could understand that he was trying to say 3 things at once but they all came out and got jumbled. Everyone was either studdering or at least, paused and had difficultly articulating their thought process. T just laughed and I understood him when he tried to speak. We proceed to head to a beach near by J’s house, about a 2 min walk down the street, after the garage got too filled with cannabis and cigarette smoke.<br>
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T+4:00-4:10?- We arrive at the beach only to realize there is a couple there, no one can even tell if they’re real or not (it’s a bit foggy), some of my friends in the group yell at them and ask stupid questions like “Are you real? Are you both girls or guys? Or both?!” The couple is obviously real and understands that we’re on something. I feel like I have to explain to them what’s going on and apologize but when I go up to explain everything the kid just stares at me blankly and walks away mumbling to his girlfriend “Stupid fucking hippies and their drugs.” Which makes me sad, not upset as I’d usually be, cause it made me think that he had no idea what LSD can do for some people, or drugs in general. It set off a train of thoughts and insights on people and ignorance.<br>
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We all sit around and look at the stars, and watch the water ebb and flow. I forget and don't care about the couple anymore, thinking it wasn't important, that in time, all things change, and people will realize what we see someday. It amazes us and we all talk about different insightful things. I feel a slight tinge of enlightenment when I realize- or rather feel this sense of, being able to look at things in a very large manner, seeing how everything fits together. I feel like I can connect with everyone, and be one with them. We all sit in silence for a little bit and feel out this great vibe.<br>
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T+5:00- it’s about 12:00, and I arrive at T’s house to chill out for the night, the rest of the group either has other places they want to go, or decide that they want to be alone with their spouse, as everyone was there with their girlfriends, besides me, she was out of town at the time with her family. I sit on the couch and write poems and play music (bass guitar), while T and his girlfriend experience psychedelic sex, which is one of the best ways (At least, for me, I’d say.)<br>
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At this point I’ve only had minor visuals, melting- ebb and flowing visuals. Distortion of proportions and brightness of lights and such, since I have used LSD before I know that being in the dark greatly enhances the vividness of the visuals. I put on Tool’s Lateralus as my soundtrack, and turn off the lights. I smoke a joint and invite T and his girlfriend A out to smoke but they refuse saying they don’t need any more. As I lay on T’s couch, I stare at his ceiling and see fractals, they are not extremely vivid, but still much more vivid than before. I enjoy this very much, and I proceed to stare at his ceiling for about an hour and a half, enjoy the subconscious, and metaphysical geometrical shapes. The most notable one that I saw again was the Phi (golden ratio) spiral. I saw it, and it came closer, growing ever closer, and finally encompassing my view. I closed my eyes and it stayed there, I just simply enjoyed it and let it flow through me. I felt universal energy.<br>
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I flipped open my eyes. I had the sudden realization and reaction to lay on T’s roof. 'This is the first time we’ve had great weather, it’s 65 outside.' I remember thinking to myself. I rush to the window and I remember being so incredibly happy, I grab a pillow and thick blanket. The roof is right by one of the windows, and I can lay right on it, it’s flat. I sit for a very long, long time, just rolling joints, smoking them and thinking about the universe. I am very into philosophy, metaphysics and other subjects that are not very “down-to-earth” I guess you could say. I am not sure how to describe it. I will talk about insights I remember at the end of the report.<br>
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T+8:00- I go back inside, and roll another joint, making tea to sooth my extreme cotton mouth. My friend T and his girlfriend A are watching TV which I suggest is a terrible idea, but they do it anyways and watch some mindless infomercial for a long time. I go into the other bedroom and enjoy my tea, putting on more music to block out the mindless chatter of the infomerical. I put on The Grateful Dead, Axomoxoa? I finish my joint and put the roach in my chillum for later. I lay in bed, very tired at this point, thinking about the night and how long it’s been, and all the things I’ve done. Visuals are still present and I contemplate smoking more grass to chill me out but I decide I have to just stay away till I can sleep, the Acid won’t let me. It’s about three in the morning, and I don’t fall asleep for, what feels like forever, but I think about an hour I finally slip into a dreamless sleep.<br>
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T+15 hours- I wake up at 10:30 the next morning, getting about 6 or so hours of sleep. I am exhausted as all hell and take an Excedrin to sooth my headache. I drink juice. I can still feel my LSD slowly moving energy around my body. I smoke a joint and my chillum pack, call up my buddies and say happy 4/20. The entire crew that took acid the night before goes to T’s house to celebrate the holiday. After we all smoke, we realize that smoking activates what little left of our trip was there. We all notice this and talk about it, not really minding it. It is a beautiful day, we spend the day outside smoking and have a big cookout, but 4/20 is a different story though.<br>
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Insights through out the trip,<br>
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The idea of dualism- How things need to return back to one, and will always fight to go back there. All things try to become equal and that is the way of the universe. We are only trying to go back to the one- God. Which I realize, is us. We are all part of God, we all want to have equality in our life, even if we’re greedy or generous. We’re simply filling in the parts of ourselves that make us happy- and feel whole. Love does this. Love binds all. I look at the stars and realize- we are stars. We are from stars, we are all part of this one, beautiful giant chaos. We should be happy for what we have and enjoy every moment of our lives, what is there to waste? I contemplate these thoughts and my other thoughts over and over again after the trip. I have more thoughts, but this report is quite long as it is.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Jun 29, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,446</td></tr>
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Ok so here it is. Fifteen years of mental psychosis and non-stop tripping summed up in a few paragraphs.
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When I was sixteen I was bored with smoking pot everyday so I gave in to the mystery. The entertainment industry was making it look like harmless fun and all my friends were doing it so being an impressionable kid I tried it. I bought a tiny piece of paper with a blue sperm cell printed on it from some cool kid who sold drugs. I had seen 'The Doors' recently so I was expecting a cinematic experience of ego deconstruction and deep revelation.
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I was sitting on my friend Steve's couch when I first felt it. I somehow had managed to isolate myself, as I always do, in the living room while they sat in his room and smoked pot. The initial effect was a physical euphoria unlike anything I had felt before. 'I like this', I thought to myself. Steve's dad was coming home soon and he was worried that I would get him busted because I was saying strange things and my eyes were nothing but pupil. He kicked us out and we wandered through the graveyard where I was convinced I heard people talking to me from inside their coffins and on to my dude Sam’s house.
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So two hours later I'm on top of my friend Sam's house barefoot singing some re-worded version of the Star Spangled Banner (it was the 4th of july by the way). The whole night was politically themed. I was giving speeches to all my friends about how horrible capitalism is and stuff. A negative experience for all those involved. I went home because my friends were tired of hearing my uneducated ranting. I sat down in front of the television and watched fireworks with my parents. They were flying off the screen and exploding on the walls and ceiling. My mom asked me what I was staring at, as my dilated eyes were fixed on the ceiling. 'The fireworks' I said. 'Are you ok ?' I decided that being around my parents on acid wasn't a very good idea so I went to my room and listened to music. It was more like participating than listening, which is one of the things that I've always loved about acid. One of the few things.
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A year later I was taking acid every weekend and I was starting to develop some depression. Another year goes by and I start having paranoid ideas that cops are watching me and everyone around me is judging me. Year three, I was tripping three times a week at large doses. I went to a psychiatrist because I was disgusted with the world around me. I felt somehow omnipotent. Nothing seemed real and I decided that I would like to kill myself because life wasn't real anyway. I was admitted into a mental institution because I was always talking about death and couldn't motivate myself to do anything but smoke pot and do acid. I was diagnosed bipolar and put on Prozac and Depekote.
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Once the antidepressants kicked in my lsd trips became much more intense and unbearable. I soon was in a constant state of tripping. I didn't even need the acid to get off anymore. It started scaring me because I couldn't look at a painting flowers without seeing them wither and thrive simultaneously. Everyone I looked at had a pulsating skeletal look to them, as if I was seeing past their skin. Voices had a flanged space - echo effect to them. Anarchic ideas flooded my mind and dominated my subconsciousness to the point that I was convinced that I was going insane. My psychiatrist's answer to these problems was always trying me on some new medicine. I was put on dozens of pills to no avail.
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By the time I was twenty one I couldn't smoke a joint without triggering a full blown acid trip. I was a devout pot smoker who smoked at least five times a day, so basically I was always tripping. The tension was physical and mental. My muscles were always sore and I had become 50% grey headed. My entire being seemed to be defined by lsd. I'm not talking flashbacks, I'm talking always tripping.
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At twenty five I hadn't tripped in years but the effects hadn't subsided. My doctor finally introduced me to antipsychotics such as Haldol which gave me severe dystonic reactions. He switched me to Mellaril. The Mellaril stopped the HPD symptoms but it killed my sex drive and made me lose my creativity so he continued to experiment on me with different drugs. He also diagnosed me with HPD and ADD to complement my bipolar disorder, which meant nothing to me. I just wanted to stop tripping! Finally I was put on Carbatrol which curbed the HPD with low side effects and I was able to focus on life again. I was also given the laundry list of benzodiazepines, which I became hopelessly addicted to.
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I remember speaking to an old hippy lady in rehab one time about being permadosed. She said time is the only cure. 'Be patient and don't pick your scabs .' In other words, don’t take acid and stay alive until you come down. I guess she was right. I've adapted to the residual effects of half a lifetime of tripping. A constant trace on moving objects, especially against a dark background), little paisley looking things that crawl in and out of everything I see, paranoya, etc. I'm actually on no medicine now. I still smoke cannabis all day every day, but I don't really trip from it anymore. I'd say it took about five years of total abstinence from lsd for me to finally stop feeling it. I don't plan to ever do it again.
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I researched lsd before I tried it. I prepared myself. I was still dominated and turned out by this drug. I don't even consider it a drug anymore. It is a being. Some sort of extraterrestrial ally/enemy that stands in narcissistic and unforgiving judgement of all who embrace it. It has become a part of me. I am no longer the person I was before that little blue sperm cell. I'd like consider my experience a right of passage. Although the reality is that it was a needless personal hell that has played a large role in the amputation of my destiny. I have completely ruined my life by using lsd, I'm certain of it. I had some bad experiences with datura, liberty caps, amantia, morning glory, ayahuasca, ibogaine, and dozens of synthetics, but lsd has remained the root of my psychosis. No other known substance on earth can effect me negatively like lsd. None.
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My problems with lsd were quite possibly because of my underlying pre existing psychological problems. The thing I wonder is how much better or worse they would have been had I never done lsd? Half of my life has been a hideous experience of unrelenting fear and confusion.<!-- End Body -->
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We were four explorers. Each one of us had a different responsibility. One held the beat, the other thudded along, the other soothed the soul, and then there was me. We were in a band, at this time. The four of us played little gigs here and there. We just enjoyed the music and didn't fantasize about making it big. We lived in a nice, hip little community and people were all very nice and happy there.
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We usually didn't play while we were tripping. The lights, the crowd, the energy, it could lead to a pretty bad trip or a pretty bad show. But that October night we decided to drop 4 tabs each. Now, these tabs were quite strong. 2 hits was quite sufficient for a fun little foray into uncharted territory. So, 4 hits was a pretty heavy dose.
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About 30 minutes after we dropped those polka dotted doses, the show began. We started with some blues covers while we waited. Into the second song we could feel it working its magic.
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Now let me just explain, the people who come to see our shows are usually partaking in the psychedelic fun. Whether they were smokin pot, or trippin balls, these weren't square crowds we were playing for. So when we started acting strange and when we started saying some really bizarre shit in between songs, they were pretty large as to what we were on. After a couple more songs we were flying. This part gets kinda fuzzy, as it's been awhile, but I will relate as much as I can.
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The stage went off into orbit. The music was the force that propelled it through the cosmos. We landed on Pluto to regale the ice people with the strangest music ever and then we went to other planets I've never seen before. All the while the music had the momentum of a comet. When I would look at the amplifiers they would ooze and green jelly poured from them. My guitar seemed like it was an extension of my being. The music took on angelic and demonic aspects at the exact same time. Sometimes we would be floating past the beautiful planet of Venus and other times we'd be standing on the sun itself! Letting the flames torment every fiber of our being.
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Then there was nothing. No stars, no earth, the guitar and drums were gone. My body had crumbled into asteroids and smashed into the moon. There was nothing. And from this nothing came the most beautiful sound I could have ever imagined. It sounded as though god was speaking. And all this nothingness quaked and evaporated, and there was life! The music WAS life. Everything that is and was was right there! In the air. All my fear and love and hate and joy, it was all right there in the air. We were all cosmically linked into the same vibe and we were all playing as one. No...the music was playing us. Ecstasy and joy on every level. Life was everywhere and in everything!
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That night was truly amazing. To be able to control your own trip so much like that and to know that you're controlling others' is truly a mind blowing experience. I felt so alive and whole that night. It was without a doubt the most magical night of my life.<!-- End Body -->
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My parents took a long 3 week vacation to Paris (which was coming to an end in 3 days) and the house was under my care. My brother left for school and this was a perfect time to start tripping. My brother didn't really care so it was free reign. Our house was located out of the city, deep into farm country. Luxury homes surrounded by forests and private lakes.
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I've tripped before a couple of times. My first trip being not so strong and my second one being intensely powerful.
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So I began the day. Woke up, ate a small cheese sandwich and took at first 5 hits. Blotters. The trip crawled up on me as usual. When I felt its effects I took another 4 hits right after. I can't really say how strong they are but they were stronger then the last blotters I bought.
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I made some tea, something I do one too many times when I'm tripping for some reason. Perhaps it was to see how I would fair every time I try to take a piss in the elusively rotating toilet. The house was quiet. I never tripped with anyone out of fear of what I might say or do. But I didn't mind. A lone trip is keeps it under my control.
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So there I was, sitting outside in our huge backyard on our swing set, aviator glasses on, enjoying the sun beating on my freshly shaved head (thanks to the last trip). A hot cup of tea in one hand, a joint in the other waiting to be smoked. I reflected on how much I truly loved nature. Not to run or hike in nature. Not to do intense sports but to just enjoy it in all its splendor.
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Just as the thought was concluding itself I hear sounds in front of the house. I stand up to see what the commotion is about when I see both my parents in the hall way, door wide open, their luggage still on the driveway.
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They've come early.
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An array of emotion raped my body. First confusion as I tried to remember what day it was fearing I did too many drugs that I blacked out a big chunk of time. Then fear as I had too many articles of evidence (ie drugs, clothing of other women, ash trays loaded to the top, etc.) all over the house (and kitchen table which is where they were heading) and the need to somehow gather everything and stash it all before noticed.
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I used my parents house to host a few evenings. With friends, random sluts from bars, drug days which I would skip work for. Aside from having the mentioned articles above I also had a few other articles which would have landed me in jail.
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The stress levels in my body rose exponentially. I could feel it. A bad friend who won't go away. Although my mind began to think it was a dream, my senses told me it was not. Now I don't judge those that tell me of such an experience. It was confusing, tricking me into believing the problems in front of me were nothing but a daze I could wake up from.
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Back to my parents. I almost broke down. The idea of coming clean to my parents emerged one to many times. I just stood in the hallway, frozen in absolute fear. I couldn't think, I couldn't move. My glasses began to fog from the extreme amount of heat my body was making. My father is not a forgiving man when it comes to drugs. He turns a blind eye if I fail in university, in life, in relationships, in everything but to fail at the fight against drugs was not allowed. He would've, without a moment of hesitation (the old school type of father) stripped me of the shirt on my back and kicked me out of the house with no food, money, or anything to survive. Everything that I bought with his money would be returned to him and I nothing. I would no longer bare his last name and call him father no more. At that moment he would only have one son.
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Those ideas came to my head. This was happening in mere seconds as I stood in the hallway. My father and mother began to laughing, thinking I was stumped and truly surprised by their early return. My mind clicked in a more survivalist mode. It continued to beat my more honest side. I called it the beast. It instinctually forced me to hug my mother and with haste grab the bags from the drive way. I paid no attention to the fact I bruised myself bumming into the door knob. Pain at that moment was a luxury and the beast has no time for this.
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I put the bags at the front door and watched my mother shreek to how dirty the house was. She was appalled at how the house looked. Instantly she began to clean, telling me that if she did not clean now she'll have no spirit to clean later. My father quickly ran to the kitchen, I in front of him picking up random things off the cluttered kitchen table.
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Somehow the mess in the house was a savior. With my mother occupied in her cleaning duties and my father...well...he too had an addiction of his own. The need to smoke the hookah. He loved it. And when he stepped through that door it was the first and only thing he had his eye on. Like a race horse. God threw me a bone.
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My worry shifted from my father to my mother. My father sat in his kitchen chair and smoked the hookah but my mother was the one moving around. My mind focused on her. Stress levels still high I can see my heart beat exaggerated through my shirt. Her eyes caught attention to too many things. Questions arose that I had to intercept quietly as to not let my father hear us. I had to admit to the friends and women over at the house. At that moment my head told itself its better to say the truth on that aspect then to have her think you're a cross dresser. The beast was right. As for the cigarette butts, it was once again pushed onto my friends shoulders. I felt like a weasel, but then after words felt childish for feeling such things.
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Barely an hour has past and my mind is tired. My body is tired. The levels of stress in my body were enormous. The beast inside of my laughed, taunting me by telling me how I enjoyed two weeks of pure sin. That was the word it used. Sin. And now I must pay up. I tried to fight the thoughts but they just became stronger. The word sin haunted my head. My leg was shaking and my hands refused to stop sweating. The idea of coming clean once again popped up.
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My mother while cleaning served us tea. She cleared out the table (which I did help for the ample opportunity to displace anything into my pocket). I poured the tea, to my amazement without spilling it. My father took a sip of his, as for me...I looked at it, watching the sugar melt in this beautiful transparent golden red liquid. As if miniature streams inside the cup. I had no stomach for it unfortunately. The effects of the drugs were distorting time too much. I looked at the clock and saw how just a mere hour passed. A long day ahead still.
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My father was hungry and asked that food be served. In our house my father is king. So we were raised and so he has set the family. My mind began to question his methods as a father. He would never lay a hand on anyone. He never laid a hand on any of us in the past but yet there is a fear of him. A genuine fear that would force my mother from vacation to clean the house so my father would have a clean place to rest.
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At this moment I began to wonder where the beast was. My father once again asked that food be served but my mother continued to clean relentlessly. He began to yell. I was still seated and just froze as I felt drips of sweat roll down my temple and down my face. A screaming match broke out. The noises echoed in the room. The beast once again laughed. I wanted to cry for some reason but fought it with every last muscle. To the point where I held my breath just to stop the motion of tears.
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My mother, having her hand forced (again without physical violence) began to cook. She served a quick dinner which I had no appetite for. They both ate. I watched them scarf the food. I felt disgusted. A hate boiled in me as they stuffed their faces. Both with greedy mouths constantly needing to be fed.
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My brother came home from school. It has now been 2 hours after I took in the last four hits. He sat with us. He immediately saw I was tripping. He was younger than I, still fresh in his life. He knew what he must do. He too added to the chaos in the room. He continued to move and make noise. The more chaos there was the better I felt as then I can hide things. He didn't stay long. Said hello, ate a quick bite and disappeared. He would call me away from time to time to help him with his homework which would give me valuable time to recollect my thoughts. He was reading a short story for school. The Tell-Tale Heart. Somehow I managed to help him find three character traits for the unnamed murderer in the story. I wanted to read the story but my eyes could not focus on the words. I had him tell it to me.
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That’s besides the point. Now came the pictures on my fathers digital camera. I wanted to occupy my hands which were fidgeting more then they should. I browsed through them casually. I saw one picture of a twisted building. I ignored it, believing my trip warped the picture. My parents however asked if I saw that one specific picture of the 'weird building'. I gave them the digital camera as they scrolled to the same image earlier. I was confused once again. Too many things happening too fast. I had to look at the camera and compare lines to understand that the building was twisted and not my vision. Apparently the building was painted in such a fashion. That was a daunting task alone.
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Then came what I thought to be was the hardest part. The gifts. My parents bought me new glasses. Of course they wanted me to try them on and tell me if the prescription is okay. With the way my eyes are I put them on, faked an act of how they are amazing and clearer then before and kept my mouth shut. The beast told me I don't deserve to see. It began to taunt me again telling me how my father brings you sight and you insult him by bringing drugs into his home.
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I began to hate how I used his house, his car and his money to project how I was a man to other people. The beast's attack on me didn't stop. It continued to tell me of how I was not a man, I was nothing, I was still a child, a failure, a pathetic excuse of waste. A waste. I felt like I was a child again, hiding something bad from my parents. It's been so long since I've done such a thing. Memories of my childhood surfaced. Memories of punishment when caught doing something bad. I looked up at my father and saw the judge.
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After they finished eating they both began to smoke the hookah. I continued to sit there. They asked why I did not eat. I had to lie and say I ate earlier. My mother kept giving me a suspicious eye. I would meet her eyes and then look down in shame. The beast laughed every time I did that.
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I know I wasn't a stable individual. I was heavy into BDSM, fetishes and other stuff that makes most people’s skin crawl. Usually I don't tell people stuff like this. As I grew up in life I believed I was two people. Me and the beast. The latter being that which tricked me into a sin filled world. Psychological connections were easier to see for some reason at that moment. Everything my father told me was forbidden, everything he denied me I in the end have done. The advice he gives me I would spit on and never listen to. It was as if my nature was to go 100% opposite to my father's wishes but never truly confront him.
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My dad continued on about the beauty of France. I tried to stay calm and keep a decent conversation. I replied to something he said and from his mouth all I got was 'What's wrong with you?'. I quickly snapped with a sharp 'nothing' and forced a sip of the cold tea that was served hours ago. All I could think of is if this whole act if working. I was lucky. Although my mother was suspicious they both tired themselves out and both went to sleep early. I went to the office and sat on the computer, still on edge. I tried to watch an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I'm late to the whole thing). I couldn't focus as the characters for some reason were very bright and their skin tones almost shifting in different shades of beige. I closed it and put my head in my hands.
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My brother came in the room, told me that he knows I was tripping and just left. I cursed the world. I cursed myself. I begged a higher power to save me. I walked to the kitchen and talked to my brother. I think he sensed the fear in me. I told him how much I took. He gave a somewhat surprised 'wow'. I couldn't find a topic to talk to him about without shattering his image of who our father was.
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Night was approaching and I can feel the drug winding down. The muscles in my body were sore. Apparently earlier I burnt myself but I don't recall how. I went to bed early. I moved all the incriminating evidence to my room in the closet. I would dispose of them in the garbage over the next few days.
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I tried to fall asleep but through all that pain and fatigue my body and mind refused to shut down. I tossed and turned. I slept on the floor, on the small table, on a chair, I opened the windows, I tried pacing back and forth to burn any extra energy. Nothing was working. I cried. I laughed. I smiled and frowned. I felt intense guilt at what I done and intense pride on how well I managed to hide it. Trying to piece myself together in my dark room. I stood in front of the window and watched the quiet neighborhood. I learned our neighbor goes to work around 4 in the morning and that raccoons tore up our garbage in our garage (which I forgot to close, can you blame me really?).
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I watched a raccoon trip one of our light sensors. I whistled at it through the window and it looked up at me. For two minutes until he scurried off with its pals to raid my garage for more chicken leftovers in the garbage.
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I felt my body slowly relax its constant pumping of adrenaline. The beast was no longer there but I knew it was still around. I cried again, this time longer, at how much of a mess I was. How I would throw free shelter, food, education, entertainment and money for nothing but a 10 hour trip. The sorrow turned into hate.
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I began to hate my parents. For the way they raised me. The way they pretend to be the greatest parents alive, as if they are the only people in the world that understand. They judge other people's parenting skills and capabilities when they refuse to look at how they've destroyed their son.
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Hate turned into understanding. I realized I shifted blame once again.
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I sat down and slept for about 30 minutes. I woke up to the early calls of birds. I sighed, went to the bathroom and continued downstairs. The house looked different. I didn't notice it till now but it was clean. It was clean for the first time in a long time. I flushed the blotters and weed. Then I took the car and threw out the clothing, the pictures and videos and all that of which would remind me of the three weeks.
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When I came back I turned up the lies. Now that my mind was more clear I began to make more intricate lies. I told both my parents that I was drunk yesterday and that is why I was acting strange. They both accepted but still reserved some suspicion. I didn't care. I had no evidence and even if they believed I was a liar, I was through with this.
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My resolve strengthened. I cleaned up my act. Got a job. Quit all my habits. I quit smoking. I left my girlfriend. I stopped seeing my friends. I relentlessly worked out. Worked on my art. Worked towards my school. I left home the minute I was able to. Working two part-time jobs and a full-time weekend construction job I was able to move across the country without needing to ask a dollar from my father. I sent him money to his account for the money he 'lent' me. The education. The plane tickets to China, Russia, Europe, South Africa, etc. I continue to send him money for the food over the years and the money I blew in those three weeks.
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I'll admit I may have finally become a man, but at the cost of constantly fearing anything mind altering. I fear to even touch Advil or Aspirin or any pharmaceutical drug. I refuse to take pain killers when they operated on my knee last month. I feel the pain every god damn day and I know this is the price for those days of pure sin in that mans house.
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Knowing that someone out there read this makes me feel better. This is for those that had their parents ruin their trip and faired less lucky than I. Thank you for your time.<!-- End Body -->
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Right around when I graduated from high school, I also graduated from the world of pot to psychedelics. I love smoking weed, and while at first it was really psychedelic and fun, after a while as it becomes more routine, its more relaxing and mellow. I still love it, it makes day to day life much more enjoyable without too much damage done, but when I want to get that new experience again, but in an even more powerful and thought provoking way, I eat mushrooms.
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The first time I ate mushrooms, I ate only one gram, as the three of us decided to split an eighth because we’d rather all trip together than leave someone out. It was fun, a little trippy, very positive, but nothing major. I would continue to eat small amounts the next few times, 1.5 grams, then a half eighth, 2 grams. I was really frightened by the concept of ego loss at first, and I wanted to very gradually build myself up for it, because at the time, I feel I had significantly lower self esteem than I do now, and for some reason, I thought I wasn’t mentally stable enough to go through a real psychedelic experience.
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I’ll add that I think my boost in self esteem has a lot to do with my recent experiences. After messing around with less than 2 grams, getting very trippy effects but keeping it to a level where it wouldn’t get out of control, I decided to eat an eighth. My good friend would also be eating an eighth, and the two girls that were with us would split an eighth. We were at my (parents’) house, nobody there but us. We have a nice trail that goes down into the closest thing to “woods” around here, and also connects to a city park, which is awesome at night.
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This was my grounds a couple years back for just about all the pot my friends and I smoked. It’s a perfect design for a suburban neighborhood – a trail that goes down into the trees and shrubs down the hill, where the kids can sneak off to smoke weed and drink unnoticed. Anyways, I’m really comfortable down there, and nature is awesome, so it’s the perfect place for me to be on mushrooms.
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The trip got very intense, to levels that I never had imagined, I ended up finding a bench to lay down on and look at the stars and moon, and I held everyone up there for like an hour, they all wanted to go but I thought they were insane, I really wanted to stay there until the sunrise. I saw no reason to leave. Although it was freezing cold and I was wearing a t shirt, it didn’t bother me. I just could not understand how they could want to leave this. I came to the conclusion that in my state of mind, I was allowed a chance to stop all the running around in circles, and look at the stars. Nobody ever stops to look at the stars, because they’re in too much of a hurry. I thought surely my friends, in the same state as me, would see the beauty of the sky and want to stay as well. I tried to explain it to them, but they didn’t see it like I did, so we left. Maybe it wasn’t an hour. It could have been 20 minutes for 4 hours for all I know, we didn’t really keep track of time the whole night, so certain parts seem to have happened really quick, and other moments, the really amazing ones, seem drawn out in my memory, hours long.
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When we arrived back, we got into a rediculous situation that was driving me insane. One of the girls had taken an extremely large bong hit that made her cough and cough and continue to cough for fucking ever, at least 15 minutes, really loud. Water didn’t help, and eventually she started hyperventilating. She said she needed air, and she walked out. 5 minutes later when we went to find her, she was gone. My friend and I were pacing back and forth in my front yard at 4 in the morning, praying that this situation would not involve police. It was driving me insane, and I felt the complete opposite of the powerful feeling I felt looking at the stars. Suddenly I felt useless, confused, hating myself, my mind racing on everything anyone said or did. My friend finally found her laying on the sidewalk behind her parked car. She swore he saved her life, and continued hyperventilating for the next half hour or so, until she forgot to breathe heavy, and started laughing because she realized she was just tripping and she was going to be fine.
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After this trip, I had a very different perspective. Life was very beautiful for the next few days, and I was refreshed, renewed, and my brain had been loaded with the wisdom of a hundred years but no way to translate it into anything very useful, except to be a more positive, confident person. Well, that actually is very useful.
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I probably ate mushrooms one or two more times after this before I stumbled across the opportunity to take LSD. I had always said to myself, I’m not going to try acid until I’m like 25. But after my mushroom experiences I was pretty confident that I could handle a hit. My friends and I each ended up taking 3-4 though, because it was extremely week and took about 4 hours to kick in.
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But the most important thing about this experience was the setting: we had borrowed a friend’s chevy suburban, loaded up our camping gear, and headed off to a campground in a very remote area, with really secluded campspots if you know your way around, so it was perfect. We had intended to start the trip early, so by dark, it was at least past the peak, but the shit took about 4 hours, maybe 5 to kick in, and by that time, we had eaten all of it, because we were getting worried it was bunk. But surely enough, when it really started getting pitch black, I started to notice trees dancing, lights flashing in the sky, and a very mellow body feeling, not at all like mushrooms.
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I was experiencing awesome visual effects, but for the most part I felt really normal. This probably means the acid was really weak, but I don’t know, it got pretty insane. We all got scared by 10 or 11, after we had been using the suburban’s headlights to frequently light up our surroundings because we were all freaking out. When I think back on it, its hilarious, but at the time, it was absolutely necessary to start the car up every 15 minutes to recharge the battery and turn on the headlights and make sure the pitch black around us was still real.
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Our backup plan in the beginning was to put the back rows of seats down in the suburban, lay our sleeping bags in there, and smoke pot and listen to music if the outside got to be too much. I guess it was inevitable, because it sounded like a really good idea once we were all hallucinating out in the dark. So we hop in the suburban, and put on the 10 cd changer, that was loaded up by the dude we borrowed the car from. He must have known we were eating acid or something, because the line up was fucking awesome, and it was my first time hearing any of it: Pink floyd’s Dark side of the moon, wish you were here, both sides of the wall, echoes, and then some led zeppelin, which was very relieving after the psychological breakdown we all experienced listening to floyd on acid.
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It was nothing short of completely amazing and beautiful, and I had a new found love for pink floyd. I saw on the run, in the form of bright colored patterns superimposed on everything. It was the song, I saw it moving and making the sounds, it was incredible. The airplane crash at the end had us all shaken – every moment of it was incredible. We were all peaking out the windows, watching faces in trees, watching this huge tree up the hill grow, watching the scary night on acid from the protection of our big steel box, to a soundtrack. My friends and I would all get nervous and tense as a song was ending, wondering what insane sound effects pink floyd was going to use to distort my perception next.
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The trip was entirely formed on pink floyd. I feel that if we had never smoked weed and listened to this incredible music, the trip would have stayed simple and mildly visual like it was at first. The intense moments of my trip were the intense moments of the music. I remember holding my hand up in front of my face, and watching all of the skin turn grey and decay, right down to the bone, then after a blink it was normal again.
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Acid is the holy grail. Acid is life changing experience, acid is the definition of psychedelic, of hallucinogen. Acid is perfect. Mushrooms make my body feel out of proportion, weird intestine feelings, strange and scary thoughts that race by so fast I can’t escape it, it becomes a loop of negativity that I dwell on until something very positive can snap me out of it. I got this to some degree on acid, but overall it was much more happy, and the mellow body feeling made me feel much more comfortable with my tripping mind. It seemed a lot less stressful than the usual mushroom trip.
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This doesn’t really make sense though, because for the next few days afterwards, I felt entirely depressed and ‘hung over’. I just wanted to sit there alone with silence. I didn’t want to go to work, I didn’t want to smoke weed because it made me hallucinate, I didn’t want to watch tv, or write about my amazing experience, because in comparison, life seemed very boring and routine. I wanted to go back to that state of mind, total vacation, out in the woods without a worry except what the next pink floyd song would be.
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So I have come to the conclusion that while acid is probably a lot more fun, mushrooms are much more valuable, as visuals are trippy but what I really get insight from out of such an experience is my new perception of reality, and my new consciousness, my new and very alien but also very familiar thought process. It reminds me of being a kid. It is very uncertain, I never now if your going to go up or down next, but when I do, I go way up, or way down.
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Later I moved out into an apartment with too many people probably, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I was always the first one to suggest mushrooms, and always the one who pushed it to the point where we all bought them and ate them together, and the experiences really brought us together. For a while we were all hippys, living in a flashback, eating mushrooms and listening to good music and that’s was all life was about. I think I ate mushrooms like 5 times in one month, it became too much. The experiences got routine, overall pretty negative, and the environment of our tiny, cramped messy apartment became very depressing in the long run, and it led me to become introverted and self conscious on all of my trips.
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I finally realized that I just need to go see nature, fresh air, perceive the world, not a tiny apartment with black lights and posters and some insane mind-bending music. On one trip, my friend showed me one of his favorite bands, the butthole surfers. The cd was called ‘electric larry land’ and had some strange scribbly drawings on it. The 6th track, ‘my brothers wife” is the first thing I ever listened to that alone could scare me. I felt it coming out of the speakers and creeping up on me, drowning my brain with unnatural sounds that made just sitting there and listening to it confusing. This routine use of mushrooms in the same place was doing the same thing to mushrooms that it had done to marijuana, except instead of becoming mellow and enjoyable, the trips were weird and without any of the profound insight that had made me fall in love with mushrooms in the beginning.
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So here I am and I haven’t eaten a psychedelic in a few months. I’m craving another trip. I want to go to the woods again, or the desert. I am very serious about this concept, I want to go do it right now. But my friends are a little less enthusiastic about it. Whenever we eat shrooms, we all love it, but it seems strange to them to go out of the way collecting some money and making plans to take a little trip out to nature to trip and find something. I think it is necessary for me to do this once in a while, as since I’ve become an ‘adult’ and left high school, every trip has been a significant step forward in my psychological growth. I know people change a lot in these years, but for me, these changes seem to be defined by my psychedelic experiences. I really am renewed, and changed, after each one. Every time I suddenly ‘figure out everything’ in the middle my peak while listening to dark side of the moon, I really do bring something good with me, that I will hold on to for a long time in the future, something that will define a part of who I am, when I finally figure that out.
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It’s a beautiful thing. Psychedelics for everyone.<!-- 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: Jul 9, 2007</td><td>Views: 17,309</td></tr>
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I’m 17 and live in England and about 2 days ago I tried acid for the first time, and it was amazing! I have done a few other drugs before such as MDMA, marijuana, mushrooms and salvia. I generally tend to take it easy though when I take drugs by not taking them very often and taking them with good friends in good situations. I’ve wanted to try acid for about 2 years now ever since I was still in high school, simply for the experience. It has been ever since then that I have been researching LSD and its effects to better prepare myself for the trip, which actually helped quite a bit.
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Now, I received a phone call from my friend Z a couple of days before we did it asking if I wanted to do it with him and some of our friends and of course I right away said I would. The plan was that we would camp out in some woods near home for the night and take a tab each. It would be me, Z and E taking it for the first time. I don’t really know E very well but he’s a well nice guy and I was happy to do it with him. Someone else who I don’t really know called H was doing it with us but he’s done it a couple of times before so he was a little more experienced in this drug than we were. A load of H’s friends were joining us this night as well but they never did take it that night with us.
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So anyway, we set up camp ate the tab of acid, which was tiny and plain, and me, Z and another friend S (who was taking MDMA for the first time that night, but no acid) went for a walk through the forest to explore. It was about 20 minutes into this walk that both me and Z started feeling the effects of the acid very mildly. Things began to look out of place and a little brighter and clearer. Objects began breathing and crawling and we sat down on a hill and really started noticing the effect come on, it was when we started heading back to camp about 30 minutes into the trip that this section of the trip leveled out and we got used to it. On the way back we sat on a hand carved bench with two bears carved onto the arm rest and I had my hand on the bear’s head which again seemed to be crawling and my hand was doing much the same. Me and Z started looking at this tree in front of us and noticed it swaying, however according to our friend S it wasn’t. As we walked down a set of stairs coming closer to camp the steps seemed much larger drops than usual and when I turned around after going down them I found they were in fact very shallow steps.
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Now back at camp, roughly 1 hour into the trip things really started coming on. Our friends at camp had set up a huge fire in the center and everyone was stood around it doing their own thing. Walking around the site I began becoming really confused and unsure of what I should be doing. I had a strong feeling of anxiety throughout the trip, not sure whether to be sat down, stood up or walking. Some more of my friends had turned up now and I tried talking to them but with great difficulty, I struggled to find words to say and to say them. I remember a general feeling around the camp of a sort of 60’s theme and very tribal atmosphere. I saw my friend stood over the fire with a large stick and thought he was some tribal man, even though I knew he was my friend. Soon after I got the stick which as I mentioned “is the single greatest stick ever.” I waved it and saw blue, green and purple tracks coming off it.
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I had an overwhelming desire to keep this stick with me at all cost. At one point in the night someone actually threw it in the fire and burned it which was a very difficult experience yet quite amusing at the same time. However when I still had the stick I saw a guitar and dropped the stick without even noticing it and went to the guitar. As I tried to play the guitar I noticed the stick and felt nothing for it anymore, all my love was now focused on the guitar. Trying to play was unbelievably difficult. The strings were hard to find as I could see them and the guitar seemed so much smaller (I later found out it was a ¼ size guitar).
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I went to look for my friend Z so I went over to one of the tents and shouted for him. I heard his voice from the tent so I attempted to go in. On the outside the tent had flowers all over it and these flowers were growing, shrinking, crawling and shifting all over the surface. I found the entrance of the tent and waited for someone to open it as I had no idea whatsoever where the zip was. Someone managed to open a small hole which I somehow crawled into with great trouble. As I got inside hands were all over me helping me in and arranging me into a position suitable. Before I knew it I was sat down inside with about 4 other people. There was one small light inside the tent which was flashing everywhere disorientating us all. This tent felt as though we were in a ball of silk completely unaware of where the sides, top or bottom was. I wasn’t even sure if we were level. At one point I thought we were upside-down. As far as I knew this tent was all there was, there was absolutely nothing on the outside, and it was just the tent. This was probably the most extraordinary experience I have ever had.
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After this we decided to head to our friend B’s house. He was a little drunk but very capable of taking us there so he led the way. We went across a small patch of forest which seemed like an endless plain with random trees dotted around, this walk seemed to take hours. The whole journey took around 20-30 minutes but honestly felt like 14 hours! We walked along a footpath surrounded by trees when suddenly one of our friends shouted “look at the sky” we had been looking at everything but the sky all night and when we looked up we were amazed.
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It was like looking through a diamond, the stars were fantastic, there were shades of blue, red, orange purple and any colour you could think in these little lights. They were all connected by lines of red and there was a purple glow to the surrounding sky. It was simply the best thing I have ever seen. When we arrived at Bs house we went to his living room which had photos all over the walls. When we looked at these photos it looked as if they were 3D holograms which were all moving inside the frame, they were absolutely fascinating and we ran around the entire house looking at these amazing moving photos. One of them was of a horse galloping through water, me and Z were both looking at it and both seeing it actually running in the picture with the water spraying up.
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There was a clock on the wall which I couldn’t help but look at every 2 minutes, time had seemed to slow down so much. Throughout the entire trip time felt as if it slowed down 100 fold! This was a slight annoyance but quickly passed my mind when I found something of interest. Me and Z left B’s house to head back to camp which we found surprisingly interesting. By this point we were roughly 4/5 hours into the trip and slowly returning to reality. We were still extremely high still but things made much more sense though the visuals were still going crazy. On the way back we watched the sky and a plane flew across the center of it, it seemed as thought the plane cut the sky into two, and Z began explaining how he could see colours like a prism coming from the smoke trail left by the plane. As he mentioned it I could see it too. We watched this and talked about our trip for the rest of the night and eventually when the sun rose we left the camp site to explore our tracks that we made that night. Walking this journey flooded so many memories and seemed a good way to finish the trip.
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I’ve not explained everything that had happened, just the best bits and what I could remember. This trip that I experienced was the single greatest thing I have ever done and I plan on trying acid some time in the future, however I am in no rush as I have seen it, done it and enjoyed it.<!-- End Body -->
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It was my first dance with a synthetic psychedelic. I stared at the small, questionable perforation in front of me, wrapped tightly in foil, where it remained for an occasion such as today. As I slipped the blotter onto my tongue, I began preparations for the night.
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Still absorbing the effects of the LSD, I ran downstairs to begin filling up a gallon of water. The paper in my mouth was drenched, and I waited for what seemed like five or six minutes for it to dissipate. I told a few close friends to come by if they felt so inclined, and as I waited, I began to feel a bit of a shift. I've taken psilocybin before, but this was different. The LSD seemed to stabilize itself far more quickly than the varying degrees one feels when on mushrooms; The drug also showed signs of a longer trip, and although a bit tired, I could tell sleep would be out of the question for countless hours.
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It was at this point that I received a phone call from some friends of mine. They entered my room and proposed that I take vitamin C, which supposedly enhances colors, and visuals by proxy. Without fully understanding the make or meaning of the encapsulated vitamin, I took it, and could have sworn it was boring a hole in my tongue. In retrospect, obviously the acidic qualities of the pill were irritating my tongue, but I wasn't sure what I wanted. As time passed, I realized I wasn't sure what I needed. Do I want water? Am I thirsty? Is my mouth dry? Is my stomach full? Too much or too little?
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My guests wanted to give my bong, The Smoking Barrel, 2.5 feet of uninhibited contraband, a test drive. As I pulled the bong from my room, I began to question whether I should smoke. In the past, when I had smoked on psychedelics, it seemed to intensify the trip, yet at the same time it somehow took a bit of the edge off. The bong went around the room, and finally after everyone had passed the glass, it was my turn. I took it not only once, but on its second time around as well. It was time to play the waiting game. Suddenly, nothing looked familiar. All previous memories seemed insignificant, almost non-existent.
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'Oh man, I've been HERE before'.
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I could answer simple questions in my own mind, such as my friends' names, and who everyone was and their place in my circle, but only if I decided to fixate myself on the answer. I grounded myself and walked to the other side of my room, where I proceeded to flip a quarter. I swear I flipped it three times before I finally saw that it wasn't a double headed coin, and at this point, I decided it may be time to stop standing at a fork in the road.
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It seemed like the best possible time to make a phone call and help make a decision as to what to make of the bounty on my plate. It was settled that the best possible decision was to go outside. Each tree, plant or star seemed to be the physical expression of its mathematical algorithm, as if somehow, programmed into reality. It was blistering cold, and all I could think was, 'This is the worst mistake that could turn into the best decision I've ever made'.
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Once I melded into ego-death, I lost everything, including my identity, my mind, and my old set of eyes. What I gained is questionable. It's a shame, I had the answers, and I understood the questions, because I was one with a core singularity of sorts. I'd like to explain, but first I need you to strap on your boots, because the high road isn't paved. The sound of the natural world around me seemed to reverberate with an odd electronic sound and sensation. Since I had experienced ego death, I was walking around in this dark, cold abyss, with the innocence of a lost child.
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Two mindsets were fighting over control of my mind. One fundamental idea was, that I was a human being with 18 years of memories and experiences that had consumed a psychedelic substance. Obviously this part of my mind seemed to be undergoing renovations. As I now saw it, the psychedelic seemed to be a mnemonic device placed within reality to wake me up, but not me in the ego sense, me as a nameless singularity.
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My feet felt as if they were magnetized, as the concrete seemed to pull me at its own discretion. I began to think of my previous trips, and I realized, that fundamentally, returning to center was the rationalization of the journey. A single word needn't be uttered or written, and in retrospect, the experience is always pivotal to mental, emotional, and spiritual faculties. Just as I had said this to myself, I looked up, to find myself standing in front of my house, with the door open and the lights on. The sun was beginning to come up. I entered my home, locked the door behind me, and as I entered my room, I 'fell asleep', only to fall asleep.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50994</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: Jul 20, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,433</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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It is very difficult to find the words, or metaphors to fully describe my LSD experience. Like many who have experimented with acid, can hardly believe that such a phenomenon could take place in my head all because of a tiny piece of paper. The duration of my trip was very positive, in fact I consider it the best thing I have ever experienced in my entire existance..
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I had wondered about the 'mysterious' LSD for sometime before I actually decided to try it. I had been very into the pyscadelic scene from the 1960s, and in love with the music. Bands that stood for peace, and spiritualism were my cup of tea. I knew that there was a better way of enjoying them, and enjoying life. The answer lied in a tiny piece of blotter paper, no bigger then the size of my pinky, with a picture of spheres imprinted upon it.
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The Experience
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About a week ago I was over at my friend's house on a Saturday night. It was supposed to just be another night drinking to the point of no return, but a buddy of mine told me he could get me a 'double-coded' hit. He came over with what appeared to be a nickel with a bump on it's face. It was the hit wrapped in aluminum foil to the loose change, how clever! We decided since I had to go home that night, that we would split the hit since it was so strong. I got the bigger half and we placed them in our mouths around 9: 30 pm. We walked around looking for a warm place to go, since it was about 20 degrees outside. We stopped at another guys house and sat in his basement. An hour or so had passed and I became frustrated that no effects had taken place. We had declared it a dud when all of a sudden it kicked in.
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pHase 1
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Suddenly everything became humorous, and I became the new comedian in the room. I laughed so hard that I fell off of the couch onto my knees. Colors became intensified meaning they became louder and brighter. I picked up a can of gasoline while no one as watching me and began pouring it out because the smell was so intense, it drove me wild with interest. I ended up drenching my wrist, gloves and cell phone in gas. Some one called my phone and it began to vibrate in the puddle of gas. I could see the vibrations floating in the air and my hand felt extremely lubricated even when wiped clean with a towel. The whole night my hand felt soaking wet.
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pHase 2
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Because I was making so much noise in his basement we had to leave. When I walked outside I felt no different in temperature wise then I did inside. I became very happy and excited. I took a look at the clouds which began to dance in unison. Taking shapes, first a dragon, then an alligator, and then a pelican. These shapes were very defined, and were perfect silouettes. The grass turned neon purple and then neon green. The colors would vibe like a beating heart. Then the landscape took shape. As far as the eye could see, gargoyle type figures emerged from the ground in a perfect patterns for acres. The gargoyles resembled the King himself, Elvis Presely. I became very cautious of stepping on Elvis. As we walked down a cemented path the trees, all at once, warped from oak and pine trees into very distinct Palm Trees with a glistening to them. I thought we were in Florida. We stopped on a bridge over a pretty sad little creek. But after a few seconds it turned into the most gorgeous animated stream like the one in pochahantus. I could barely see an object for what it actually was for more then half a second, and it changed shape, color, or texture.
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pHase 3
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I began to realize that I had to go home soon. My father was going to be picking me up in the next hour or so and I was about as loony as Charles Manson. A little bit of fear began to kick in but more so confusion. This is what I like to call the confusion Era, bc it felt like for ever. All of a sudden everything became confusing. Statements made towards me, or about me became awkward, with no meaning. We had to find another place to get out of the cold. So we stopped at a girls house. Her parents were upstairs so we had to be quiet. But I could barely stop talking. Every time I was told to shut up I wanted to know why. When I was given a reason I became more confused. And I asked why her parents had to be here in a very sincere way. The great thing was that we were in a small art gallery where her father kept 10 to 15 paintings. The paintings were coming alive acting out the scene, or warping, or coming onto the wall. Both previous phases 1 and 2 were going more strong then ever and I was trying to explain to the group of what was happening to me. But I was repeatedly hushed and then kicked out into the cold.
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pHase 4
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Now with all the phases going strong I became SLIGHTLY depressed and sad. I didn’t want my dad to pick me up, there was no way in hell I wouldn’t get caught. I could barely have a conversation or concentrate on one thing for more than half a second. My dad was on his way and I was screwed. My friends wished me luck as I tried so hardly to act straight. My dad picked me up at 12 am.
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I tried not to converse much, but my dad likes to talk alot. I just mostly said yes and no and looked away from him as I was told my eyes were extremely dialated. I ended up giving him my cell phone telling him the gasoline just appeared on it and that I was sorry. He was so tired he didn’t even go further into it. I was lucky! I went into my room very happy about not getting caught. I locked myself in my room for the remainder of the trip, bc of fear of getting caught.
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When I tried to close my eyes, visions of mysterious shapes, and geometric patterns decorated my mind. Physcadelic colors and back drops filled my mind. I put headphones on and listened to about 6 whole albums that night. Pink Floyd, CSNY, Incubus, Jimi Hendrix, and more. I became very lazy! When a cd ended, I didn’t have the energy to change it, so I would just let it play and listen to the whole thing again. The images of friends, family, and familiar things danced upon very pyscadelic lights and colors. I had a 5 hour light show in my head. It doesn’t let you sleep. The clock seem to slow down. My stomach began to hurt bc lack of eating, but I wasn’t hungry. I became dry mouth and thirsty, but had no desire to drink. I had a slight headache. These symtoms were bc of entrapment in my room.
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The next day I felt like I did the night after I lost my virginity, free in some way. I felt refreshed even tho I was walking around without sleep. I felt very happy and was extra nice to everyone that day. I was very struck and excited and felt I had to tell everyone about my experience!<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2002</td><td width="90">ExpID: 20621</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: Jul 20, 2007</td><td>Views: 8,868</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Various (28), First Times (2), Music Discussion (22), Nature / Outdoors (23), Glowing Experiences (4)</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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Disclaimer: I don't advocate breaking the law. I certainly don't advocate the use of psychedelics by kids and teens, whose still-forming personalities can be severely damaged by such use. I wrote this mostly to finally come to terms with a particular trip 35 years after.
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Hunter Thompson once wrote that LSD, like a motorcycle, was a means to an end. In my case, LSD became a journey to the very end of the world, a journey that I still haven't made sense of.
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It was 1970, I think. My friend, Jim, scored some acid, but it was powder or crystal LSD, a form we'd never seen before. We didn't know exactly what to do with it or how much to take. Jim and I finally and foolishly decided to snort the drug, apparently taking in much more than we should have. I was sixteen, and although I was experienced with LSD, sixteen is much too young to be taking acid, let alone to be experiencing extreme tripping. Ego loss is horrifying when one has a not-yet-fully-formed ego. Our friends Brad and Toni declined to trip that night and so they served as guides, or, according to their accounts, our restraints.
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I only remember bits and pieces of the resulting trip, which was episodic and dreamlike, but it was the first time my trip took place separate from my actual physical surroundings. Sure, I'd seen trails and colors before, but I always pretty much knew where and who I was during previous trips. But this trip took place completely out of the space of the house in which it occurred, in a separate time and space.
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There was an intense rush immediately after snorting, which was rather like a psychic and physical rocket launching.
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I was Adam in what I assumed was the Garden of Eden. Bunny rabbits hopped around a very English garden and I made love with Eve on a dark-green carpet of moss and fern. God was there and he was straight out of central casting, I remember, with a white robe and long, flowing beard. He looked like Mr. Natural, an underground cartoon character of the time. God dug the action for a while, but He was more like a detached observer. After my tryst with Eve (who looked suspiciously like Toni), I asked God if He knew where I was. He got angry and ordered me to leave the garden.
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I was in space floating to Earth inside a blue, glowing, translucent prism. I was an infant, wrapped in a blue blanket, and I could see our planet from inside the prism. I vaguely remember being born and seeing my very young looking parents.
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After that I believe my entire life flashed in front of me, especially the bad parts - the abuse and stuff. I was crying when I got to the present, which was me at age sixteen, but the review of my life went on. I remember seeing my adult life and death, but have no recollection of the details and no sense if what I saw was accurate or at what age I died. When the review ended, I simply died, an unemotional event, a process of passing between different stages, like walking through psychic curtains. I wasn't afraid and I wasn't holding on to my past life. It was simply time to go.
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After I died I found myself on a plane made of something like grey, swirled marble, stretching out in all directions to a dark horizon. There was a night sky with stars. I couldn't walk, but I could crawl. I became very afraid because I didn't know who or where I was. I think I was crying again. Finally a huge, monolithic set of stone letters began rising on one of the horizons, kind of like a cold, dead sun. When the letters had risen completely, I could see that they spelled out 'L S D.' I remembered briefly that I was tripping and I felt a bit better.
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I was given a riddle to solve. I have no idea how the riddle was given to me, but it was there and I had to solve it. The best way to describe the riddle is that it was non-verbal and not linear and had to do with discovering who or what God was. It was some sort of paradox and eventually I figured out how to solve it. To solve it, I had to envision the paradox as a physical shape -- a figure eight -- and then travel (flying?) along that shape so rapidly that I was physically on all points of it at once. Then there was a flash of white light.
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A voice let me know that I had solved the riddle. I can't really describe the answer, but it has to do with a feeling of unity with everything and an understanding of the reason for the existence of life and consciousness . It felt really good, but it didn't last long. Then I saw scientists working in a lab and the voice said that once those scientists solved the riddle and figured out who or what God was, the Universe would come to an end.
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In a flash, I was shown the end of the Universe. It wasn't pretty and it was the Earth covered in a kind of liquid suspension of garbage and sewage, blood and pus, brown and smelly. I was floating in it. And then I saw the Garden of Eden forming again, forming from the awful mess that had covered Earth.
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That's all I remember. I came to, or re-gained reality, on the floor of the house, with Brad and Toni asking if I was OK. The intense part of the trip had lasted about four hours, they said, and all I did was lie curled up on the floor, occasionally rolling around whimpering. They kept me from rolling into stuff, but were not able to get me to acknowledge them. They were worried about me.
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Jim, who had taken the acid with me, was never able to tell us what he experienced. He had spent his trip on the couch but was able to talk to Brad and Toni occasionally.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1970</td><td width="90">ExpID: 39125</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: Jul 25, 2007</td><td>Views: 9,950</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Mystical Experiences (9), Guides / Sitters (39), Entities / Beings (37), Difficult Experiences (5)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 drops</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="80" class="bodyweight-amount">120 lb</td>
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Setting: My apartment, all companions on this trip were well prepared for the trip, spending the previous week getting pumped for tripping, feeling good about life, and allowing every other complication to leave our minds. This was my second experience with LSD. My first was 1.5 hits and it took 2 hours for me to start tripping, so this experience, while vaguely familiar was much stronger.
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Four friends, A, C, R, and Q, and I were tripping. Hits were administered around 1:00 pm. A was on a lower dose than everyone, 4 hits. C, his first trip, was also on 6. R and Q were on 8 hits. The dosage had been doubled without the knowledge of all but one who was tripping. When I found out, I realized that subconsciously I had known already, and was very happy about the chance for this experience as was everyone else.
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I took my hits and went to take a shower before the trip had truly started. Before I was able to finish my shower, I felt the initial body sensations. It took around 10-15 minutes to start tripping. The come up was very enjoyable, yet insane. Within 20 minutes, I had surpassed my previous trip. The intensity of the visuals was quite dramatic. The walls were breathing in their usual fashion, the trip film had appeared over everything, making things appear wet and dripping, and the ceiling was flowing with complex patterns, some lines chasing and coursing around the ceiling, some parts of the ceiling completely loosing place with reality and seeming to expand into the universe.
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I passed through ego loss relatively easily, I have always found it easy to let go and experience what there was to experience. C, as far as I knew passed through easily, and R and Q had no adjustment problems either. A had slight difficulty. It may have been seeing the complete change of reality from a more normal perception, but A was scared for some time. Though he also passed ego loss eventually, he never felt completely comfortable on the trip, but he enjoyed it. Time left at this point, by our best estimates we imagined 4 hours had gone by, but only 45 minutes had and it seemed like 4 days. My fellow trippers and I talked and laughed for quite some time. C had very little to say at this point, he forgot he was tripping many times throughout the trip.
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After what I estimate was an hour of tripping, I came across the most horrifying experience. I was smoking bud with my friends. Then, for no true reason, my mind shifted into a private reality. I could see what was happening, but in the back of my head a reality started to unfold, half overlaying what was happening half a completely separate existence. In this existence, I saw my fellow trippers wielding knives, stabbing each other, killing each other. I couldn't tell the others, I believed that if I did, somehow what I was seeing would come into reality.
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I had the strong urge to talk to someone not tripping, to ease my mind. I left my companions and went to prepare for my journey to find my sane friend, to talk. I was freaking out and the others were concerned for me. A came in, we talked and I told him what I had been experiencing. This eased my mind, and as with conversations on acid, the topic changed easily. I was out of this bad experience, back to enjoyable reality shifting.
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Throughout this trip, we experienced many hallucinations, and amazing closed and open-eyed visuals. Throughout this time, I locked onto something I came to call the 'spiral.' It began when I was sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall. Down my back ran a pure feeling of delight. I closed my eyes and saw an amazing spiraling vortex. This felt amazing, but I didn’t think of continuing with this, I continued on to other experiences.
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Eventually, I was standing against a wall. The feeling ran down my spine again, this time stronger. It felt like amazing energy was escaping through every joint in my back, this feeling spread all over my body, almost orgasmic pure ecstasy of feeling. I felt a fluid motion coming over my limbs, causing me to start moving with this feeling. I closed my eyes and embraced this feeling. With my eyes closed, I once again saw the spiral, this time more vivid, more intense. I realized that this spiral was surrounding me, my limbs and head had melted into the spiral, torso faded into the spiral, my spine aligning with the motion of the spiral.
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I decided to allow the spiral to carry me, I allowed my limbs to flow with the motions, and soon had some control over the spiral itself. It was amazing, the others were watching me in this, in my head I knew they were thinking I had lost myself, and no longer knew what was happening. I explained to them what I had experience. No one else felt what I had and mostly blew it off. Throughout the rest of the trip I continued to come back to this spiral.
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I found a second place where the spiral existed, and found other places that caused nothing or negative feelings. I found the first location to be my favorite. The trip continued and years seemed to pass, Q threw up chips from overeating, a very frightening thing, though passed quickly as Q showed no signs of agitation and even said that it was amazing to feel.
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After around 10 hours, R found the spiral. He had discovered it at the second place I had found it, the exact same place. He described to me the same sensations I had experienced. I had him try the other places I had tried, and he came to the same conclusions about each spot. The only difference that was described by him was his ability to see the spiral with his eyes opened; I believe this was because of the higher dose he took. It seems amazing to me that he, on his own accord, had found the same experience I had. I watched him find it as he was smoking a cigarette, and I knew what he was seeing.
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This trip was my best and worst. The good defiantly overpowered the bad though. At points in the trip I saw the words people were speaking flowing in front of me, other times I saw a grid appear over everything and geometric reasoning seemed to take over, and at other moments I forgot reality and embraced what was happening. Time became nonexistent, and perception became completely nonlinear. On subsequent trips, I tried to find the same spiral but have since not been able to; although I have never taken a dose over 4 hits since, but hopefully soon will.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 50583</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: Aug 14, 2007</td><td>Views: 7,274</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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I picked up a new batch at the dead show and took 1 hit as a test dose. The show was almost over and by the time I made it to the bart transit I was tripping heavily, quite impressed with the new batch. Things got intense and I decided to walk instead. I walked for a coupla hours through Oakland and Hayward in the early morning with with lots of lsd and a big sack of kind herb. I'm assuming that I must have looked like a crazed maniac which probably saved me from getting robbed and my ass kicked. When I finally made it to the wharehouse I was so relieved. I thought to myself, I can relax and enjoy it now.
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I went to my room and sat listening to the music on the radio. It was beautiful, but then I started to sense something peculiar. It was as if the music which normally was a harmonious pattern started to twist and turn in a certain place within the music. I shoke it off, and once again was enjoying the smooth pattern of music, but then it happened again. I shoke it off once more, and it returned yet again. By this time I was concerned. I was a veteran tripper when it came to lsd, having had hundreds of experiences, and I had never ever felt this sensation.
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Naturally I decided to turn the music off. Ahh, finally, I sat relaxed once again, looking at the amazing fractal geometry on the wood table. Smooth, harmonious. and then it happened, the same sensation, the same twisting and turning of the pattern but now with my eyes. at this point I was quite frightened. I felt a presence, trying to push through to get to me, I just about shit my pants. I shoke it off, it returned, I shoke it off again, and it returned once again. Something was trying to get through to me and twisting and turning the pattern of any sense I was currently focused on. I had never hallucinated in this fashion before. Sure, I was used to ego dissolution, getting it ripped to shreads and scattered across the cosmos. Still, hallucinations for me were always reasonable. I understood why I was seeing the walls breathing due to light and shadow, etc. This was very new to me.
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So naturally, I decided to close my eyes, try and shut off all external senses I suppose, and just as soon as I had closed my eyes, kaboom! A white ball of light comes bursting through the door. I wasn't sure if my eyes were open or closed at this point. It immediately said, 'What are you going to do? I could squash you like a bug!'. I had never been that scared in my life, seriously, it was the most shockingly intense feeling I've ever encountered. If I had eaten that day I surely would have shit my pants. Well I might have peed my pants, who knows. I was freaking. Holy shit, a white ball of light is hovering in my doorway a few feet away.
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Without even thinking, my mind went to 'Control the situation'. That's what I'm gonna do! Haha, the white ball laughed, you know that's not possible! and I did, I knew I was no competition for controling this white ball and this situation I was in. So naturally, my mind being dualistic and all, I went to surrender. I normally wouldn't surrender to anything, but then after all, there was this white ball of light telling me it could squash me like a bug. It said that surrendering wasn't an option either, for I was not-less-than it, and nor was I more than it. At this point I was outta options, I saw no alternatives other then to control or surrender, such a dichotomy.
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It said I have 1 option, I could 'flow' with it, precisely because I wasn't more-than or less-than it. It was utterly profound to me. So I flowed, but it certainly wasn't pleasurable. I saw a metallic-looking cylinder, it was both in my head and at the same time between me and the white ball in the room, they were one and the same. The white ball started spinning around the cylinder, up and down, around and around. It urged me to join it. I didn't feel forced but I certainly felt pressured, plus I was in no state of mind to be making any decisions.
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I joined it and I saw myself as another white ball. I slowly started circling around this cylinder. The speed grew and with it intensity. I couldn't handle it, it was just too intense. It would encourage me to join it again, and then it would grow in intensity until I would jump off. I begged for mercy. I started to think that I really went off the deep end this time and there was no coming back. The on and off the cylinder thing repeated often. It gots to points where I actually felt physical pain, not to mention the mental pain. It was the most painful experience I've had, hands down. But I also felt I had to.
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And then finally, during the most intense mental and physical pain, the 2 lights joined and the whole cylinder lit up as a white cylinder of light. And then the cylinder disappeared and it was back to just me and the white ball. Things get vague here, but it's with the feeling that I had intense teachings. Mostly lessons on duality and relativity, the changing variables dependent on what perspective your looking from.
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I'll mention again that I was still begging for it to leave me alone and go away. The intensity was overwhelming but apparently still mentally and physically bearable. My brain felt overloaded, I was a sponge begging for mercy. And just like that it said it was done and I could now ask any question I like. I felt so innocent, so simple, and the only question that came up was, 'What's the point of my life?', which also contained, why am I here, what's my purpose, etc. They were all the same question, the same concept, multifaceted.
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It showed me an old wooden wagon wheel with a wooden arrow attached to it. It started to slowly spin, and then it stopped. Ahh, I thought, that's the point of life. But then it said hold on, and the wheel started turning again. And it stopped. Confused, I thought, those are the points of life. And then once again, the white ball of light said hold on, and then wheel started turning once again. Faster until it stopped at another point, then faster and faster until another point. Until it was stopping at every point possible. And then it went 3rd dimensional, stopping at all possible points. And then the ball said, 'But don't believe me, I am the trickster, you owe it to the truth to prove it to yourself'. Then it flew out the door and disappeared.
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I was so relieved that it was gone and finally over. I looked at the clock, it had been over eight hours since I had gotten home, which meant that I was on around the 12th hour of tripping from just 1 hit of lsd. I was exhausted, I felt like I had the shit beat outta me physically and mentally. I started to get concerned about what was left of me, my condition. I didn't think I would be able to mingle with society again. I thought I would be put into the insane catagory and that I would no longer function in society. I thought I had gone mad with knowledge and that was all she wrote. Somehow I fell asleep for a few hours though my mind was still racing along. In the morning I felt better, but still concerned about my condition.
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This experience remains my most spiritual, intense, learning experience over 14 years later. I consider myself somewhat of a hardhead and have experienced many hallucinogenic plants and chemicals, ibogaine, salvia, ayahuasca, etc., and it still baffles me that my most intense trip was on 1 little tab of lsd when at the time I had a 20 hit minimum dosage vow. And to this day it's the only time I've ever seen, with my eyes, in this dimension, an entity, in the true sense of how we use the word 'hallucination'.<!-- End Body -->
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It was my 18th birthday and I was extremely intent on making it one to remember! Thinking back it was silly idea. We went clubbing, where I took six tablets of ecstasy. Everything was going well until 4am when we left the club to go home. Whilst waiting for the taxi to arrive me, C and H took two hits of acid each. We had planned to do this and then go for a walk in the park/forest. At around 4:30am we rolled out of the taxi and started walking randomly around the dales. Sitting on a rock whilst my friends attempted to skin up out of the wind, I could see thousands of birds of varying sizes swarming all over the skyline in the distance. I thought it was quite funny, as it looked like the bit from the film “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”. These creatures got closer and closer until it seemed that I could reach out and touch them as they flew past!<br>
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Feeling a little unnerved at the apparent realness of the animals and the speed that they had appeared I managed to convince the other two that we should move somewhere else. Our new spot was sheltered and cosy but almost pitch black, which definitely played havoc on my mind! I was convinced there were people all around us, not moving just watching us, like something out of a Steven King novel! Although my friends had not taken as many pills they were starting to get very nervy and jumpy as well. We decided to make a run for the beach, surely that would calm us down.<br>
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First problem, we had to get there! The walk to the road proved to be almost impossible. This particular forest we were in was quite remote and we rarely venture up there. To cut a long story short we got lost straight away. C was freaking out. I was keeping my terror to myself, which probably made things a lot worse for me, and H didn’t seem too phased. Whilst walking down a path it appeared that there was nothing either side of us, just scrub and small bushes as far as the eye could see, which admittedly was not far as it was still pitch black. Then I noticed, whilst turning round to mumble something to my fellow trippers, that the path we were following looked exactly the same in both directions. We weren’t getting anywhere and hadn’t been for some time!<br>
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After what seemed like too long we arrived at a junction in the path. Now it looked exactly the same in all directions, a mirror image in every path! We had arrived at the centre. The centre of what I wasn’t too sure. Then a horrifying realisation began to creep over me. I had arrived at the place known as “West”. To you that probably means nothing, but if something is really odd or strange, especially whilst on drugs of some sort, then it known as west. And here I was standing in the place known as West. It was quite frankly west!!!!!<br>
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This was too much for me to handle. I now believed that I was going through the stages of paranoia. First was ‘west’, then came ‘fear’ then came ‘terror’ which was surely to be followed by death or coma or some other horrible thing. Eventually we found our way to the road, which wasn’t much comfort. The long road that leads down to the beach is almost always deserted, especially at 5/6am, but low and behold there was a car right at the bottom driving very slowly towards us! That was enough; all three of us dived into a bush and cowered. Eventually the car rolled past, the road being about ½ mile long! Back onto the road we came.<br>
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From here onwards is where I really started to freak out! The road appeared to be covered in ball bearings and because of the slight hill in the road, the ball bearings were rolling down but leaving a pattern of balls that appeared to be stuck to the tarmac. I grabbed onto C for support who thought I was going mad jabbering about ball bearings and slipping over! Very soon we reached the beach. Its not a beach, its an estuary but we call it the beach. Once again the sensation that we weren’t getting anywhere took over. No matter how fast I walked the scenery did not change! Water on my right and a bank on my left.<br>
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C and H decided to stop for a reefer, not something I wanted but I couldn’t persuade them to keep going. Whilst sitting on the bank looking out over the water a number of odd things happened. Taking a quick toke on the reefer little flies seemed to come off the end as it burnt down. Then, looking at myself I realised I was covered in millions of these little flies. And I couldn’t get them off me. Then, it being around 6/7am a jogger ran past us closely followed by a dog walker. C and H found this hilarious but for me it was too hard to mix the acid fuelled background and the reality of these two innocent bystanders. They looked real in every sense except that they looked like they had been super imposed onto my vision by some higher being who was controlling what I saw.<br>
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I was convinced this higher being was ‘Acid’, not the acid I had taken but all acid all over the world, some God like demon who was there to torment me. I began to believe that C and H were not actually my friends but were all part of this so called Acids plan to teach me a lesson about taking drugs. Brought on by the fact they weren’t that fucked any more. I couldn’t take this, I was close to tears it was so scary. I had convinced myself that H could read my mind. In my head I asked him if he could read my mind. He looked at me and said yes, then started to chuckle. I thought that there was something I had to say or do that would make all this stop so I kept asking them what it was they wanted me to say. They thought I’d gone mad. Then, in a fit of insanity I grabbed the remaining pills we had and flung them into the sea. Spouting stuff about drugs being evil and that I was going to quit everything, even smoking! After half an hour or so of not saying anything I came to the conclusion that what I had to do was tell my mum exactly what had happened and what I’d taken and all this would stop. My friends laughed and told me to stop being stupid but how could I believe anything they said!<br>
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Eventually we started to walk again, we were very close to my house by this point and I started to recognise the buildings along the waters edge. Although not from living in the area, but from some early childhood memory of the visions a man sees before he dies! I can’t explain it fully but I was now sure I was just going through the motions before I died. But not died, just never existed, I was being wiped from the history books in some way. Although I knew my parents would be there at the end to look at me sorrowfully and watch me disappear.<br>
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By now the buses had started running and we walked towards the bus to go into the town centre, as going home now would have been a very bad mistake. As we drew closer it seemed to get darker and by the time I reached the door of the bus it was almost pitch black again. The only thing I could see were the driver’s eyes. He never spoke a word, just took my money and watched me slowly walk to the back of the bus. We were the only three people on the bus. C and H sat next to each other behind me and I knew they were discussing how I had performed on this little test that Acid had set me up for. In the centre of town, things started to calm down a little except one instance of seeing the ‘things you see before dying’ series of images again. This was further made worse by meeting someone from school in town and him saying to me “have a nice life %$£&amp;*” Apparently because I refused to say a word to him. And another incident of going into a shop to buy fags, being unable to speak to the woman behind the counter and after a few minutes of horrible confusion just walking out again.<br>
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Luckily when I did get back home I didn’t tell my mum, although there was an incredibly scary moment when my mum said as soon as I walked through the door, “Have you got something to tell me?” Shit I thought, she knows, she’s part of it! All she wanted to know was where had I spent the night. All I could manage to say was “The beach”. The fact that she was rippling and the walls were shifting didn’t help.<br>
A long sleep, or should I say a long time spent in bed followed by a long sleep calmed me down. Although for about a month after that event I was literally scared of going outside and had to think twice before taking anything anyone said as real.<br>
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Conclusion: I'd never had a bad trip before this so was in, what I thought to be, a perfect state of mind. I had no worries and no anxiety before the events. I think I took too much over too long a period of time. But who can say what with drugs.<br>
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You would have thought I had learnt from this experience but sadly no, I did it again, but involving no acid (because I never took it again after my birthday!) but lots of ecstasy and a gram of cocaine. This happened 4 months later on new years eve. Since that episode I’ve taken tablets etc a couple of times, acid never, and stopped smoking hash! Lifes a lot less interesting, but at least I know I’m living in the real world now.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Aug 23, 2007</td><td>Views: 21,672</td></tr>
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Introduction
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This is a description of my first LSD experience, in 1988. It was the second time I tried consuming tabs of LSD, but my first real experience with the chemical, as the first time, nothing happened. It would prove to be a major turning point in my life, a test that I felt that I barely emerged from alive and human. I certainly hadn't ever been so close to total insanity before.
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Background
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The first time I tried LSD was when I was 17. Either the paper was bunk or else it was an *extremely* low dosage; I ended up taking 8 hits without feeling anything. This is relevant in that it led to my liberal estimation, during my second attempt, of how much LSD was acceptable to take.
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Set and Setting
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When I was 18, I was in a depressing situation. My girlfriend of one year moved to a different city for college, and I was missing her greatly. It was the first time I'd lived away from home, and my apartment was a complete and utter pigsty. I'm talking empty ice cream cartons left on the floor, along with slimy silverware, next to piles of shoes, dirty clothes, and some left-over lunch from three weeks ago in a bag. I didn't worry about the mess, since I had nearly one hundred CDs to listen to, and music was my thing. I wasn't on any medications, although I was quite dependant on marijuana psychologically, smoking every day. I was extremely excited about my first LSD trip, having just read Storming Heaven (evidently the information on the importance of set and setting didn't reach me). I took the LSD alone at night.
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The Drug
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I obtained four hits of LSD from some strangers at the park, who claimed that each tab was double-dipped. I assumed that they were just attempting to sell their product (as they say, never ask a barber if you need a haircut). It wasn't until later that I learned that they had most likely been telling me the truth. The tabs cost 4 dollars each.
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The Trip
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I started off by taking 2 and a half hits. After 45 minutes, little seemed to be happening, so I took another half hit. Another 30 minutes down the road (T+1'15''), I was only feeling slightly unusual, so I took the remaining hit.
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The trip started nicely, with the voices of Crosby, Stills, and Nash sounding like angels. I smoked a bowl and felt the acid kick in more and more. Then I made the mistake of putting on Pink Floyd's first album - Piper at the Gates of Dawn. It is extremely different from their later work, in that it is completely insane music, although it is depressing, just as their later stuff. I started to get the idea that Pink Floyd had driven me mad. My mind recorded a half-second interval of music, and started playing an approximately 4-second loop, with most of it 'empty', but that half-second filled-in each time. Every 5-10 minutes, it would record another half-second interval of music or noise, seemingly randomly, and soon it filled in the entire 4-second loop, which was playing in my head repeatedly.
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From t+2 hours on, for the next 6-8 hours, time became meaningless, and so I don't have any sense of the chronology of the trip. I got the idea that my parents had driven up (an 8-hour drive) and were looking in through the peephole in my apartment door, and that they could see me. I felt an overwhelming feeling of disappointment that they had for me, since I had taken LSD. I knew that they had stopped trusting me. I then knew that if I opened the curtains, I would see, literally, all of the people in the world standing on bleachers that extended into infinity, and that all of them would be looking at me, disappointed in me. It made sense that I would be kicked out of my apartment, and would have to go live as a homeless person.
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I put on my bathrobe over my clothes, in order to look the part, and picked up a teddy bear, for comfort, and wandered around my apartment for the next 6-8 hours, without the ability to focus on any one thing for more than one second. The repeating loop was still going, at full strength. This 6-8 hour period seemed to take more than a week to me, although even that description is inadequate. This was the worst hell I had ever experienced in my life. I claimed afterwards that, if I had to endure the same torture for an entire week of real time, I would prefer to die. The directness of the experience has faded with time, but I think that I might still be of the same opinion.
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During this time, my roommate, who was very anti-drug, called. I answered the phone, for some reason, and he asked me for a friend's phone number. I had to tell him that I'd call him back, since I couldn't even really figure out where the number might be, or what he meant, or how to talk on the phone. I continued my wandering, and some time later, I happened to see that friend's number on a piece of paper. I put it in my bathrobe pocket, thinking that it might come in handy. Later, maybe a universe or two later, I saw a telephone in front of me, and picked it up and dialed some number. I do not know how I knew my roommate's girlfriend's phone number, but when my roommate answered, I simply read him the number in my pocket, and he never knew that I was located in another plane of existence, and that my tenuous grasp on his reality could have easily been lost if he had asked me any other question at all.
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It was music that destroyed me, and it was music that saved me. In the midst of my wandering, I happened to pick up my guitar, and to play a few notes, each sound was like a raindrop falling and spattering, flowing musical beauty. The sounds took me back home, somehow, and comforted me. I began to relax, and realized that I wasn't about to become homeless after all. I spent the rest of that night playing guitar, and enjoying the night air. I smoked another bowl of marijuana and felt wonderful, although I still was very much shaken from the intensity of my bad hours. Eventually, I went to sleep, but the next day I was scared to leave my apartment, for fear of not knowing how to interact with strangers. This fear slowly diminished over three or four days. I was not back to normal for months, in some respects. Actually, this trip still influences me.
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Despite my horrible trip, the ending was amazing enough that I tried LSD again on many occasions, and enjoyed almost every minute of almost every trip. After approximately 20 trips under my belt, I quit, and switched to natural alternatives such as mushrooms and mescaline. My bad trip has affected my life ever since - that's more than 15 years. It gave me strength, as I knew that since I had survived such a tremendous horror, I could survive almost anything. It also made me take less LSD after that - I never took more than 3 hits at once again, and I was more cautious in waiting for what I had already taken to kick in before taking more. It was the bad music choice, as well as my bad emotional state and physical situation (set and setting!) that caused this bad trip.<!-- End Body -->
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I have tried acid on two occasions. I have been extremely interested in the psychedelic experience and particularly LSD for most of my life. I was always told how 'bad' LSD was and how it would eat holes in my brain and make me go insane and all sorts of similar utter BS that I was naive enough to believe before I began to research it.
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I smoke cannabis fairly frequently. Just to give you an idea of what kind of person I am to help you better understand my experience, I am an 'intellectual', I love learning and am extremely inquisitive, and I am also very intelligent, am what a Freudian psychiatrist would call 'well adjusted' and I possess a very strong psyche. I am a medical student. After all of my research I decided that I would be safe in experimenting with it. I've always wondered what it would be like to see something that really wasn't there.
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I had an opportunity to do LSD with my best friend. He has tried it in the past but nowhere nearly as much as we did. The plan was that at dusk we would take two hits, and when we started feeling the effects, we would do two more. So we obtained the LSD in blotter form, and consumed two. We had several friends over just to hang out for a little while, and we were hanging out in my living room drinking some beer (I was not drinking) when my best friend told me that he reccomended that we smoke some weed, as the depressent effect would help me have a better, more relaxed trip. I agreed and we smoked a small amount of weed, just enough to feel nice and relaxed.
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About 30-45 minutes after eating the hits, I began to notice this strange sensation coming over me. It was as if my mind, my own being had become strangely fluid in form. I looked at the ceiling and noticed that my white ceiling had taken on a distinctively pink hue and there were dark shapes circling through the ceiling. I was instantly reminded of sharks circling a boat. I dive fairly frequently but have no fear of these creatures whatsoever. In fact, I have very little fear of anything. I am extremely rational and 'sensible'.
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The first real intense feeling I had reminded me very much of Hoffman's description of 'a strange being [seizing] my mind and compressing his grip about me'. I felt as though all of a sudden there was literally a strange, alien entity that had an almost tangible form, everywhere and nowhere at once, pulling me into this strange dream world. I tried to fight this unnatural feeling, and my surrounding immediately took on a more sinister, foreboding appearence. My friend reassured me that as long as I fought it, I would have a chaotic, 'bad' trip. I knew that there was little I could do to come down at that point, I knew the effects would be temporary and I knew that whatever happened, I would be fine. This reassured me greatly and I stopped trying to wrestle with this feeling in my mind. This is when everything became incredible, enough of an experince to change my life.
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I felt myself slip further and further away from reality. I felt near total dissociation with my own body, and near total association with every aspect of my environment. Time ceased to have any real meaning or importance, I no longer concerned myself with such seemingly trivial thoughts. My head raced with nearly every memory and experience I had ever had in my life. I remembered things that I have tried to repress for years and years. When I came to unpleasent or bad memories, I suddenly saw those experiences in a new light. They were no longer 'bad memories' but rather experiences that I could learn from. I came to terms with many bad events from my past.
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About one hour into the trip, we took the two more hits. This would soon prove to be somewhat of a mistake. I was feeling very, very good with the first two, so I figured I would do two more. After another half hour went by, things became, it's very hard to describe, I will say it was as if I were literally in the center of a tornado, I felt this stream of horrible, demonic images, I heard hellish screams and saw disfigured, horrible struggling images of monster like creatures writhing in agony. I believe, on retrospect, that the trip took a decided downward turn because I tried to fight the effects of the acid when my surrounding became far too alien and distorted.
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I was literally laying on my bed staring at the hellish surrounding my mind was conjuring for me. This was quite easily the most terrifying experience of my life. I am unsure as to how long I laid on my bed watching this nightmare. I was terrified of closing my eyes, because every time I did I would see a horrible disfigured face right in front of my own. I believe I was in this nightmare for approximately thirty minutes before my friend noticed what I was going through. He came over to me, smiled and sat me up, and simply said 'bro, don't fight it.' He turned on the light, (it was previously very very dark in my room) and almost instantly the entire room became this wonderful keladescope of colors.
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So many colors, all of the colors at once. It was almost this liquid form covering the walls of my room. jumping out of the walls and flipping, swirling, rippling everywhere and covering everything at once. I was overcome with this intense feeling of well-being and peacefulness with myself and everything around me. We listened to some music which was an incredible experience in itself. I could literally see the sound waves dancing across the room, the colors dancing to the beat.
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After that my friend and I walked down to the beach (I live on the beach). The moon was intensely bright, the stars were all twinkling intesnely bright, it was incredible. We smoked a blunt and sat on the rocks for a while, just staring at the moon and discussing inner thoughts and feelings about this trip. The warmth and well-being that engulfed me was such a radical change from the nightmare dreamworld I was experienceing earlier. It was incredible. It changed my outlook on life for the better.
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Overall, I would reccomend Hofmann's child to anyone with a strong mind and an open imagination. It made me aware of so many things in my own mind and of so many different perspectives that I simply do not see or care about when sober. Of course, I should have taken a much smaller dosage for my first time, but I figured that I could 'Handle it'. This is not something you just 'handle' like drinking one too many beers or smoking one too many bowls. At one point, I was literally in another dimension of reality, not in my own body, watching through my eyes from the side of the room while this tornado of motion and images and all manner of sensations swept through me. I'm hooked. I want to trip again, to experience this dream world again. I now fully understand Hoffman's bicycle ride.<!-- End Body -->
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This report is an attempt to look at all of my mushroom/lsd experiences over the past 3 years and identify recurring sensations and ideas from all of them. I wouldn't say I'm a veteran tripper. But I would say that I have had enough experiences to know what I can expect and also to avoid truly negative experiences.
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My first experience was with lsd during a blizzard in 2003, coincidentally it was also my first time seeing the movie Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Anyone familiar with the film knows that this made for an interesting experience. Of course prior to this first trip I was relatively unfamiliar with the overall effects of either mushrooms or lsd. As far as the hallucinations went it was very different from all of my later experiences. Anyhow, I spent most of the experience really doing a lot of thinking. Questions about life and the world would pop into my head, and then answer themselves almost as quickly as they came up. Despite this however I really couldn't make sense afterwards of all the theoretical answers I was receiving. This slowly changed over the course of the next 3 years.
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My next 3 experiences were also with LSD, out of all of them I had one significant experience, I was on a couch in my friend's basement and had pulled a blanket over my head, when suddenly the world I knew disappeared and was replaced with a sea of different colored strands all winding in erratic patterns seamlessly around each other. No strand was the same color as another. Then I noticed there was one black strand that stood out, almost instantly I came to the conclusion that what I was looking at was actually all the spirits of the plants and creatures on earth combined into this sea of colors, and that the black strand was supposed to symbolize my own soul as a part of that sea. This vision carried over to later trips as the notion of all things being one (yes the same idea that is a large part of the Buddhist faith).
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My fifth experience was with psilocybin mushrooms, a large part of this trip occurred on a public bus and in a shopping mall which wasn't very pleasant but didn't turn the whole experience sour. I remember watching the clouds change form and watching the grass grow in fast forward, much like stop motion photography. 3 friends and I split about a quarter ounce of potent mushrooms 4 ways and decided to ride the bus to the mall. It was a hot summer day and the bus was heavily air conditioned. We got on the bus just as we were starting to notice effects. At first everything was fine, I was staring out the window at the sky in wonder. Then as the effects got more intense I started sweating a little at first, eventually reaching the point where I was POURING sweat. Then I noticed other people on the bus were looking at and conversing about me. I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes and tried to ignore it for the rest of the 45 minute bus ride. I remember thinking to myself, you idiot you ate poisonous mushrooms, and freaking out about it. About 10 minutes into the bus ride I started to get the urge to pee which got worse and worse, I wanted to get off the bus and get back on but then I would have lost my friends, so I waited it out.
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Finally we arrived at the mall and I ran off the bus and made a bee line for the bathroom in the mall. Taking a leak has never felt so good, and then I left the bathroom and went back outside the mall to find my friends and smoke a cigarette. I realized I was no longer sweating profusely even though I was now back in the summer heat and that in fact, I was almost completely dry. I remember feeling as though I had been somehow reborn, which I think was the most important aspect of the experience, so I won't continue.
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My next 3 experiences, the last of my first 8 were all with psilocybin mushrooms. All of these had strong Buddhist themes, and the all things are one concept really started to come to me. The strange thing about all that is that I really had had no interest or knowledge of Buddhism prior to these first 8 experiences. I would say the most powerful vision I had during these next 3 experiences started with me laying on the floor staring at a plaster ceiling. The patterns of the plaster started becoming human in form and soon became a geometric pattern made up of human forms in all different colors all connecting to each other in different ways, some were hugging, some were engaged in intercourse, some were just connected by limbs locked together. This reoccurred in other surfaces throughout the rest of the trip. This is probably the most inspiring thing I have ever seen, under the influence or not.
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Essentially my first 8 experiences were somewhat of an introduction to Buddhism, or a shaping of my spiritual views, even though I was raised Christian. Especially the last two, as I was attending an Introduction to Philosophy class at the time. After all this it was a while before I had any really inspiring experiences, mostly just interesting visuals that really didn't have much symbolism for me. Then on Halloween of 2005, I split an 8th of mushrooms with a friend. This trip was significant because that night a very large asteroid supposedly scraped the surface of the atmosphere and I had heard about it on some evening news program prior to the trip. So that was on my mind especially since I essentially got to watch a meteor shower all night. There was something on the news program about scientists predicting that the asteroid would return in 7 years. I had studied the Mayan civilization in school many years before and during the peak, remembered learning that for some reason the Mayan calendar ended in 2012. Then I realized that 2012 was exactly 7 years from 2005, and the next logical conclusion I could come to was that this asteroid that was scraping the atmosphere that night was the reason why the Mayan calendar ends in 2012... or rather a collision of this asteroid with earth.
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I came away from this trip with a new outlook on life. I concluded that if our planet is only going to be around or supporting life for 7 more years, then we all should live our lives accordingly, by being good to each other and living the fullest lives possible. Since then I have tripped many more times all of which were mostly visual, of course some of them were more intense than others. Out of all of them I've had about 5 extremely intense visual trips, 2 with mushrooms, and 3 with lsd. During the most intense parts of all 5 of them I've had a very recognizable recurring hallucination. The best way I can describe this vision is an infinite ever changing kaleidoscopic pattern made up of these faces, all of the faces in the pattern are the same, save for their color or arrangement in the pattern which although is constantly changing, is always symmetrical. I have become very interested in figuring out if this vision has any kind of significant meaning.
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Recently I attended somewhat of a hippie gathering in Ohio, which was where I had one of those 5 extremely intense trips, this time with mushrooms. Once again for almost the entire peak I was seeing this same hallucination, with one difference which I later attributed to the most intense point in the peak. The change was very brief lasting only about 30 seconds, I had closed my eyes for a moment and suddenly the changing kaleidoscope face pattern changed from the many many faces I was accustomed to just one large one staring at me face to face, only now there was a lot more detail, it was wearing some sort of headdress and had a yellow tint to it at first. Next the tint of the face changed from yellow to purple and the headdress changed shape as well, this happened 2 more times, first changing from purple to blue, and then from blue to red. Then I lost it and I was back to the kaleidoscope type pattern. I came away from this most recent experience with the notion that these 4 different colored faces I saw must be some kind of beings or deities, and they definitely appeared to be female, although I wasn't able to come up with any meaning behind the vision. However, I am curious about it as I have talked to 2 other seasoned trippers who have seen and described this kaleidoscope of faces exactly as I would describe it.
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I believe it's possible that for that one brief moment I was starting to break through to some plane I had not previously been able to reach. I look forward to my next intense experience so I can focus on this vision and perhaps walk away with some sort of new realization. For now though, only time will tell.
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Tripping is a very spiritual thing for me and I think that it has made me a better person overall. I'm not saying it's for everyone, but I think it has a great potential for some people. Ciao.<!-- End Body -->
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After a long day of smoking cannabis with my ex-boyfriend and two other people, my ex decided to suggest that I take a few hits of acid with him. I was extremely nervous, seeing as how I had only taken it once before and had mild effects. The first time I only took one blotter and since it didn't have much of an effect on me, my ex suggested that I increased the dose. We were sitting in a small bedroom watching t.v. with his friends. I told him I would take the acid, but as soon as it started effecting me I wanted just him and I to go into a separate room from everyone else in order to lessen the chances of wigging out.
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He gave me 3 hits and I took them all at once around 10 p.m. I sucked on the acid for about 20 minutes until I swallowed them. It wasn't until about 15 minutes later that I started to feel a little light with a nice mellow body high that sort of gave me an involuntary shit grin on my face. I turned to my ex and told him I was ready to go in the other room. He said he was going to get something to drink and that I could head in to the room and he would meet me there.
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As soon as I opened the door I got my first visual. He has a brown leather jacket lying on a lay-z boy chair. I watch the jacket float all the way up to the ceiling. I thought to myself that what I was seeing was not normal and that I must be beginning my first intense trip. When my ex walked in I explained to him what I saw and he merely laughed and told me to expect much more overwhelming feelings and sights. The whole time I kept getting intense rushes all over my body that caused me to sporatically inhale and exhale very deeply. I noticed that I had a constant fixation on the time and I keep asking myself what I would normally be doing at this exact time of night if I was not tripping on acid.
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My visuals and body high kept getting more and more intense as the time went by. I do not remember the next two hours at all. The next thing I knew, I was looking around and everything was moving too fast and changing shapes so much that I could not decipher what was what. For example I was lying on the floor and my ex said 'Baby why don't you try to stand up.' I didn't even know I was lying down. He told me that I replied by saying 'I don't know which is the ground and which is the floor.' He never once laughed at me nor did he think I was crazy. He would always allow me to express myself and then in the end always reminded me that I was just tripping on a drug and that none of this was real.
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Finally, he got me to sit up on the floor. We started talking, though I have no clue what the topic of our conversation was. I do remember him saying something about having physical proof that god does not exist and wanting a piece of paper for me to write this down. I started to write in between the lines of notebook paper but the lines started whirling so fast that I couldn't seem to get anything down. I zoned out in to the strange world that was all white with these beautiful blue lines surrounding me. The lines reminded me a little of the wind because they would swirl around me and cause me to get the cold chills and they would blow my hair back like the wind.
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All of the sudden I was back in the room. My boyfriend was still talking unaware of my current state of mind. I stop him in mid-conversation and I started laughing shyly and said 'You know what? I don't know who you are; as a matter of fact, I don't even know who I am.' To this day my ex said that the seriousness in my face and voice was probably one of the scariest things he has witnessed in his life. He would tell me our names, where we were at, who my family and friends were, what year it was, what state we were in, even as far as what planet we were on. Everything sounded very familar like I dreamt it but I could not put the face of my father with his name.
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This was a repetitive process for the next 10 hours. Despite of the situation, I stayed calm thanks to the help of a wonderful boyfriend and friend. I couldn't of made it without him. He guided me the rest of the way on my trip. He sat indian style and laid me in his lap and rubbed my temples while describing these beautiful sceneries and allowing me to picture them in my head. Even though I didn't know who he was at the time I felt very safe and comfortable with him and I even told him I liked him that night and that I wanted to be his friend, not knowing he was my boyfriend at the time. He became my security blanket until I finally came out of my trip.
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I threw up one time in the morning and had mild trails for the rest of the day but I was back to the proper state of mind. This was a life-altering situation for me and made me realize the importance of life and just how intense this could become.<!-- End Body -->
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My Girlfriend Tess lives in a town not far from mine, I visit constantly and always stay over. At this point, we've been going out for over 6 months. My friend Dan was invited over. Her house is a 10 min walk away from her university with fast food chains all over the place, as well as paths that lead to forests and open fields. Anything and everything you can think of, is in a 15-20 min walk from her house. An ideal place to trip comfortably. I had bought a bunch of LSD on blotter paper and sold some to Dan and my girlfriend. Dan, Tess and I had all tried LSD before, me twice, them once. Though my girlfriend didn't really have much of a trip her first time, she had to focus on her university lecture.<br>
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Tess and I wake up to Dan calling my cell phone saying he'll be over in an hour or so. He arrives an hour later, and we all start chilling in Tess’ room. It's in the basement, she lives in a house with multiple house mates. I decide to try to eat as many crackers as I could before taking the tabs, because I knew I wouldn't be able to eat while tripping. So I ate like 25 crackers or so. Not very many. I then cut up the tabs, I had 20 or so all stuck together. The picture from the sheet were anime characters standing in front of a tripped out background. <br>
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I gave my girlfriend 2 and a half hits, and Dan and I both took 3 each. Before this I've tried acid with only 1 hit. I wanted a trip I'd never forget. We took the hits at 1:15 pm. The three of us are all very experienced drug users, and couldn't wait to all trip together. What are the chances of something like this actually falling through? I'm glad we took advantage. The acid taste somewhat metallic, kinda gross, but not a lot. Maybe a bit salty perhaps. I held it in my mouth for 5 minutes or so, and swallowed the hits. I took a picture of Dan sticking out his tongue with 3 hits on it, I hope I get that picture back. <br>
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We all decided to put on Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas on to get us in the right mindset to trip. Also, the movie is like 3 hours long, so we knew we would be feeling it by the time it was half way done or so. We smoked a small bowl in my bong while watching the movie, just to kick start the acid a little bit. Personally, it's one of my favorite movies and I enjoyed watching it as much as I always do, perhaps a little bit more that day. <br>
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By 2:30 we were feeling the LSD fairly strongly, and decided to stop the movie. The room didn't seem all that dark, we left the lights on, but once we got outside we felt like we were living in a cave! It was a gorgeous day, extremely bright and the sunlight felt nice and warm beaming down on our black sweaters. We decided to hang out in the back of the house, and smoked a cigarette or two. We did this often, moving from Tess’ room to behind the house. We usually smoked weed indoors though.<br>
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While we were in the back I began noticing detail standing out in everything. Visuals are interesting on LSD. I've learned how to control them, it's very hard to explain how, but it's almost like being skilled at zoning out. I didn't want to explore my visual powers, so I kept that at a minimum, just gazing at everything in awe because I could see contrast in light and shadows like never before, every line, wrinkle, or mishape in anything. I could see certain colors standing out better, and would notice anything that is blue. Blue was very vivid to me.<br>
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One of Tess’ house mates needed our help with his car. He was testing out the pressure of the engine. Tess got in the drivers seat and revved the engine. After she was done I got in and did the same thing. He didn't know we were on acid. It was a lot of fun being in the car, I haven't driven in months. <br>
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We went back into Tess’ room, and I decided to spin a joint. At first I didn't think I could do it, when I was spinning the joint I kept tripping out to how the paper felt. It's so thin, yet I could feel the texture of it more than ever. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I ended up with a perfectly rolled joint in my hand without hardly noticing what I was doing. I put the joint in my pocket for safe keeping. After that we decided to go for a walk, and just kinda went where our legs took us. On the walk Tess said she felt like she was going to throw up for a second, but it went away very quickly.<br>
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We walked down a path for about 15 minutes, and came across a gorgeous field I had found earlier while skateboarding around. It was near a busy road, but far enough off so all we could hear were the birds. The grass was soft, and felt like we were walking on the moon, kinda like soft earth I guess. We sat down, and it was real nice. This is one of my favorite parts of my trip. I was spread out like a flower, absorbing all the sunlight. We spoke about anything and everything. We spoke about religion, life, drugs, fears, whatever we wanted. We were feeling the LSD very strongly, yet could communicate fine. 'Buy the ticket, Take the ride, you're going for a trip!'<br>
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I would stare into the grass, and just gaze at all the leafs in the grass, and the hairs, and the detail was standing out so much it was almost moving and felt alive. I would then flip on my back, and stare into the clouds, which were giant and magnificent. I've never been able to focus so well on a cloud, watching it float around and away. So incredible, I could hardly believe my eyes. I would then focus to what was closer to my face, and notice a bunch of bugs flying above my face. As we layed there and spoke, and soaked up the sun, I could feel my body slowly closing up. We talked a lot about how religion is like a cult that got too big. As the sun went down, and the wind picked up, the flower began to close. At one point I was curled up into a ball, at this point I knew it was time to leave. <br>
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Next time I do LSD I want to make myself a schedule. It's too hard to make up my mind while on acid. I'd almost wish I had someone with me that would lead the way, or tell me what to do. I thought of making a list of things to do, and when we could do them, follow a schedule. There was another forest and little stream I wanted to visit, but we didn't have time, and we were starting to get cold. Apparently we were laying in that field for over an hour, although it really didn't feel like it. Dan was hungry, so we started following him to Subway. It took him awhile to decide what he wanted. Tess and I knew our stomachs were pretty much empty, but couldn't eat. As we were walking back up the path Tess went to a bush to take a piss.<br>
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Dan and I kept walking and went under a bridge. Before while passing it we spoke about how cool it looked, and we kinda wanted to climb it. Without much hesitation this time, we bolted up the side of it and sat down on the top edge underneath the bridge and looked at each other, then looked at our feet, and how high up we ran and then looked back at each other. Dan says 'Oh shit, how are we going to get down?' At this point we both blasted into uncontrollable madman laughter for about a minute. I got up and began slowly making my way back down, and then began jumping down. It was pretty sketchy. We told Tess what we found, and got her to run up. She understood how amazing it was once she was up there. The patterns up there were confusing, it felt like I was in the labyrinth. After that we began walking to Subway.<br>
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When we went inside, our vibes were much different. It was uncomfortable sitting in the subway with people coming in and out constantly. Tess didn't like it at all, and I didn't really feel like baring it, so after Dan grabbed his sub we got the fuck out of there. It was VERY hot inside, and once we got outside it was hard for me to tell what temperature I was at. I couldn't tell if I was hot or cold. We began walking back to Tess’ house.<br>
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Once we were about 2 minutes away from her house, with it fully in sight I caught a glance at a woman walking a small dog on the other side of the street. It kinda looked like one of my high school teachers. As we got closer, I realized my eyes weren't fooling me, it was Miss Carroll! She is always telling me how she is going to break my fingers, how she knows everything, how she'll give me the weekend off if I'm good in class, never truly serious, but tries to seem like it. Our relationship is weird, she yells at me, cause she likes me. I sometimes catch her smirking in class, I know it's all jokes and she loves to scare kids. She is a psych teacher, what do you expect? She loves messing with my mind.<br>
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So ya, I bumped into THAT one. The one teacher that I'd actually care about running into while tripping hard on LSD. We crossed the road and met up with her. I was all smiles, and could only really say 'Oh my God, Miss Carroll! Fancy seeing you here! Wow, hahahaha, can't believe you're here! Whoaaa hahaha' and was trying not to look into her sunken eyes. She knew I was fucked, my eyes were like black holes. Dan doesn't have her in any classes, and had sun glasses on, so he just kept his distance. Tess jumped in and fully had a conversation, which I don't recall all of. Her eyes must have given it away too. My teacher knew we were on something and before she left us told me 'You never know who you're gonna run into! Buy a comb, and I'll see you in class on Monday Lance!'. As we were walking away all I could constantly repeat was 'Oh my God, that just changed my life!!!'.<br>
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We got inside, and took her easy while in Tess’ room. By this time it was around 5:30 I think, my time perception was completely lost. We decided to smoke that joint that was in my pocket. To Tess and Dan’s surprise it was perfectly fine, and they were amazed by that! They thought since it was in my pocket that whole time it would have got bent, but I shrugged and lit it. <br>
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When I smoke weed while tripping on LSD all it seems to do it make me retarded. I mean like, I can hardly form sentences or keep conversation after smoking. I put on a CD or three. We all layed down, Dan on the ground and Tess and I were on the bed. I remember at one point all I could really mutter was 'Music!!! mmmUUUSIC!' which frightened me a bit because I reminded myself of Dr. Gonzo, and laughed it off. We ended up listening to Supergrass, Broken Social Scene, and I think something else, can't remember right now, but similar music I'm sure. I believe it was The Music, yeah.<br>
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While listening to these CDs we just zoned out completely. I layed on the bed, and closed my eyes. I had awesome closed eye visuals. My body felt amazing, almost as if I didn't have one. It was a crazy body buzz, and I was totally digging it. Another high point of the trip for me! At one point we all got up and realized we had been laying there without saying a word for over an hour. Almost two I think. <br>
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At this point Tess had to call her sister, and let her know we couldn't join her at the bar. She just got into university, and wanted to celebrate. Tess went upstairs, and Dan and I began zoning out to Supergrass while trying to start conversation. It didn't last too long. This is where I had my most hardcore hallucinations. Tess’ walls consist of pictures taped on, a mirror, and a poster or two. Suddenly the pictures started to slowly flap up and down, and I told Dan that I was beginning to hallucinate pretty hard. I told him the pictures were moving, and then suddenly they began moving much quicker. I told him everything was coming to life, and he seemed to think I was going crazy. Suddenly Tess’ wall slipped off into blackness before my very eyes, it was like watching paint fall off a canvas and into blackness. With my eyes open all I could see what pure darkness. I quickly closed my eyes and rubbed them, and everything was back to normal. While the wall dropped I screamed and was very shooken up from the experience. It kinda caught me off guard.<br>
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I was a little shaky after that for awhile, I couldn't keep my hands straight, very annoying. It was hard for me to calm down after seeing that happen. Tess then came back, and I thought Dan thought I was going crazy or something after that happened, so vibes got a little weird at this point, but not for too long. Tess told us some pretty intense news, apparently her sister got in a horrible car crash! The car was totaled, but she was fine thank God! Her boyfriend was also fine, they went to the hospital as a precaution, but they were only a little bit sore. Tess then had to call home and speak to her mother, but she said it wasn't too bad. <br>
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After that I began asking Dan about his visuals, and if he was hallucinating as much as me. He didn't really seem to understand. Apparently my friend Dan has never really had a visual, they don't seem to effect him. He has the idea of what the beginning of a visual is like, but that's about it. I tried to teach him how to see things move and stuff, but he couldn't get it. It really weirded me out, because my visuals change my trip a lot and the way I think. <br>
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After that it was starting to get late, and Dan had to drive home that night. He couldn't leave much later than midnight. He kept going outside and smoking ciggys. Tess and I would stay inside and go outside to keep Dan company, but it was getting cold to stay out long. Something very strange happened to me the first time Dan left Tess and I alone. Tess and I were looking at each others eyes for a minute or two, when suddenly I felt like I was going to puke. I told her 'Oh shit, I feel like I'm going to puke!' and within those 5 seconds that I felt that way I was holding my mouth shut and ran to the closest garbage and puked up my crackers and water. It wasn't too bad, but pretty gross. <br>
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It was finally time, Dan left and we all said Goodbye. What a great experience to share with each other. Being on the same levels as each other, and knowing it. I remember when we were at the field I would say 'LSD makes the world feel big again, and that's exactly what I want. I hate how media and technology makes the world feel small. It isn't. We are the ones who are small, and I feel FUCKING GREAT knowing that I'm a piece of shit in this world. I'm nothing, I'm meaningless. I just a piece of shit, and I know it. And I feel great about it.' I'd probably say that this trip was one of the most religious trips I've ever had. I enjoyed it VERY MUCH. I tell Dan to call me when he gets home, so we know he made it fine.<br>
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Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br>
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Tess and I begin watching a bunch of trippy movies I have, short films, Music videos, and radiohead dvds. An hour passes by and we realize Dan never called! My heart almost stopped, I ran to my phone and called his cell. IT WAS OFF. I almost fainted. I was like 'This can’t be fucking happening.' the shaky hands started to come back. I then realized I turned my ringer off, so I checked my missed calls. But it didn’t show that Dan called. I was freaking out like mad now. I went on MSN, no sign of Dan. I realized this was it, time to find out for sure. Everything pointed towards Dan being dead, or something seriously bad. I made up my mind, and decided if his parents answer I'd say 'Hey is Dan there? Oh he isn't? That's strange, he seemed tired when he left, and it's been an hour. He should be home by now, I'm kinda worried.' Tess and I began getting extremely worried. It was like a near life experience. I thought my life was fucking over. I thought they would find their dead son, think he drove drunk, realized we let him leave the house drunk, or worse find the acid. We’d get sued, go to jail, end of our lives. <br>
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To our fucking mad relief he picked up the phone instantly. He said he left a message, but my phone never tracked his number. It was fucked up, a really stupid reason for that to happen. After telling him what happened, we both laughed it off. But we were extremely weirded out from that experience. <br>
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Tess and I reflected on what we could about our trip, and ate as much jello as we could. It was peach flavor, very tasty! The whole trip was a great experience, I feel much closer to Dan and I feel like Tess and I bonded more and are closer than ever. All in all, it was one of the best trips I've ever have. I can personally say that I love LSD and think it's one of the best drugs I have ever come across. <br>
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At the moment, I am fully satisfied and don't think I'll be touching LSD for at least a month. I've tried 2c-I after getting a package, and love that drug. I think I'll experiment with 2c-I a bit more before going back to LSD. <br>
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Remember,<br>
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'Your head is the car, the acid is the key, the key can start the car, but you have to be the one to drive it and switch the gears. You buy the ticket, you take the ride, you're going for a trip.'<!-- End Body -->
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The year was 2000, I was a carefree student who had discovered the wonderful world of chemical mind enhancement. My latest tipple was LSD, although at the time I was taking a lot of cannabis and MDMA as well. One day, I had been to visit A, who had sold me some trips called 'Shivas'. Huge they were, bigger than a UK postage stamp.
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J had come round to share the experience with me. Here's what occurred. I still remember it all in lucid detail, lovely the way these hallucinogens burn onto my memory.
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15:45.. John and I eat our blotters. Monstrously big, I remember us commenting.
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16:00.. Amusing ourselves with music, sitting on the sofa in my kitchen/living room (student accommodation, you've got to love it)! Nothing much is happening yet.
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16:10.. Beginning to feel a bit strange now. That's all a bit quicker for acid, I remember thinking to myself.
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16:20.. The sun is setting, I live in England and it's winter time. I sit there enjoying the sun, sunset is by far my favourite time of day.
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16:30.. Have been enjoying the sunset forever, it feels. I check the clock. 16:30?! That's impossible, I think to myself. Surely that cannot be. I feel as if I've been sitting for hours. I tell J to check the clock. Sure enough, 16:30 he says. Impossible! We check some more clocks around the house to make sure. Indeed, it would seem that 16:30 is in fact the time. Time has indeed taken a turn for the surreal.
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17:00.. It's come on strong now. I'm playing a computer game. I cannot work out if it is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, or the ugliest. Either way, I don't seem to be very good at it anymore. I entertain myself with it for a while nonetheless. J seems to be enjoying the decor of my kitchen. It's dark outside now.
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18:00.. G, my girlfriend of the time, has come to visit. Comments on how sober we look. From the outside maybe, inside my head is churning. My visual field has become alive. I remember looking at the floral pattern on the kitchen window's curtains. They are evolving at an incredible pace, flowers growing out of flowers, undulating, changing colour, living, dying, and yet, not moving at all. Strange. I remember G waving her hands at me, raising them elegantly into the air. How beautiful! My mind creates a fountain of thousands of hands emerging from her own, twisting up into the air in the most incredible spiral. Time passes in pockets. A minute can slow to hours. The computer no longer interests me.
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18:30.. G decides that she is going to go for a walk, sort out some things at home. In retrospect, sitting with two near silent trippers is not the most mentally stimulating pastime for someone sober. J and I worry, our only route back to reality is about to leave. G leaves.
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18:45.. The 15 odd minutes since G left seem to have taken so long to pass. J had a terrible experience with the music, I had to turn it off. I remember myself attempting to dodge the noises flying from the speakers, then seemed to have taken physical form. Only 3 hours into the trip, and I know that the most intense is yet to come. I've turned on the TV instead, I feel too discombobulated to walk, sitting is just the ticket.
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19:15.. The Simpsons has come on TV. Excellent! Although it had a more ominous, meaningful tone than it usually does. I remember one strange moment when 1000 little tiny Homer's morphed out of the one big Homer that was actually on the screen. The little tiny Homer's proceeded to jump onto the table in front of the telly and frolick there. They seemed to be having so much fun. I found this most amusing. I sink back into the sofa and settle in for the peak.
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20:00-03:00..
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The next 7 hours are all a bit of a blur time-wise. I shall tell you about the most interesting experiences that happened, however.
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At some point, J and I watch a Tom and Jerry cartoon. In this story, Tom is dreaming of going to heaven. He has to get Jerry to sign a certificate before he is allowed to ascend, however. A certificate that would vindicate Tom of all the terrible things he has done in his life. Jerry will not sign, however, and Tom spirals down to Hell. J and I find this a scary religious experience. I find myself thinking of all the bad things I have done in my life. I soon manage to shut that door though, I'd prefer not to explore that route right now.
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There was the blended room moment. Everyone else who lived in my house at the time had come home and settled in the same room as J and I. I remember becoming joined with the sofa. I had no sense of myself anymore. I felt as if everyone and everything in the room were one entity. I could feel what everyone else felt, hear their thoughts. It was a beautiful, special experience that I treasure.
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The split room moment was also interesting. My field of vision split vertically so that there were now 4 rooms. A red one, a blue one, a green one and the fully coloured room. I found this a particularly entertaining hallucination.
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We had a whiteboard in the kitchen that had a rota for the house chores that needed doing. This had been vandalised over time. For all the beautiful art in the world, nothing was as enthralling to look at as this whiteboard that evening. Ever changing, evolving, the whiteboard took on various significant meanings over the course of the trip.
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3:00
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It is now the middle of the night, just J and I again. I feel a little bit more normal now, it's time for a joint. This proves quite difficult to make, especially as the tobacco seems intent on crawling out of the rizla and squiggling all over the place. Still, I succeed, and it was well worth it.
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4:00
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Feeling more like myself again, yet the visuals and psychological strangeness still ensues. I feel at one point as if I have grasped the meaning of life. It was as if I floated out of my body, up and up until I was looking down on the world and I could see everything more clearly than I ever had before. Unfortunately I cannot remember my revelation now, perhaps it's better that it remains shrouded in mystery.
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5:00
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It's feeling quite cold now, it's winter and the heating has turned itself off. I embark on a mission upstairs. All is going well until I open the dark cupboard to turn on the heating. I could see nothing but a swirling mass of intricate red geometric patterns inside. Interesting, but frustrating. No way I'm going in there, I decide. It's not that cold anyway.
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6:00
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A strange experience whilst getting a glass of water. The water seemed to engulf my hand, then my arm. Strange stuff.
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6:30
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Disaster! I decided that my cannabis plants I was cultivating at the time needed some watering. Somehow on my way to get them water, one of the curtains has fallen from the kitchen window and the ganja plants have been knocked onto the floor. Definitely not my fault, I decide, this is what happens when inanimate objects grow minds of their own.
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7:00
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J has passed out. I decide perhaps sleep is a good plan. Every time I close my eyes, however, there is an explosion of patterns of immense beauty. So very intricate. Images from my past become part of the patterns, ever changing, ever mesmorising. However, eventually my mind closes down, I sleep.
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10:00
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I wake. Look at the wall. Everything has stopped moving. I think I must have come down. It's actually in many ways a relief. I sit up. The patterns on the wallpaper begin to evolve, move and morph once more. Perhaps I had been too hasty. Still, I feel quite clear in my thinking. Most likely a good time to embark on a walk to the pub.
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12:00
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J has left, I am walking to the pub. Remember noticing the dazzling beauty of nature. Feel a little disappointed that I couldn't manage to walk the night before whilst peaking. Still, the acid is doing nature justice in the daylight, so no great loss
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15:00
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A good few beers inside me and the acid is still going strong. I feel as if I am floating. I manage to play the best game of darts I have ever played, it is as if I can zoom in on the dartboard from my position a few metres back.
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20:00
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A great afternoon of drinking and socialising has been had. I do not feel drunk, but definitely the acid is wearing down now. The visuals are calming down and I feel as if I am actually standing in the pub now as opposed to floating.
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23:00
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I am walking home, once again appreciating the beauty of nature. A grand day it has been.
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23:30
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I crawl into my bed, pass out ready to face the day that dawns tomorrow..
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This was without a shadow of a doubt one of the best trips I ever had, especially for sheer intensity. However, I in retrospect got too far into the whole tripping thing. A couple of years after this trip, I had eaten many many more and it had got to the stage where I was hallucinating even when sober (HPPD, it's called). Although I quite enjoyed this, for some it is very distressing. It took a good 3 years for these after effects to leave me. They've all but gone now, I just thought it'd be a good thing to mention. By all means enjoy hallucinogens, but give them respect. Sometimes they are as wise elders, teaching me meaningful things about life. But others, they are as uncontrollable imps that tear through the house in my head, disorganising and rearranging everything that I have spent a lifetime ordering in there.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 54410</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: Sep 23, 2007</td><td>Views: 8,626</td></tr>
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I had just got my hands on Ketamine for the first time. After a few Ketamine hazez I had decided that Ketamine was one of my favourite drugs, that is until the day I OD'd on Kay.
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Monday afternoon began with a good friend of mine coming over to do some acid. I took 2 hits and he took one around 11.30. Shortly after I brought out the Kay and thought to myself 'I wanna get really high' so I poured out a large dose, the largest I have done so far, onto my table to snort. I snorted 2/3 of it and stopped to take a rest. At this point my friend thought I had left a third for him so he took the rest of my dose, I didn't mind as I had taken a lot anyway.
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We had a really fun, relaxing trip for 6 hours. By this point we have smoked a few joints and done a few whippits of Nitrous. I had also eaten a lot of sugar and drank a lot of water. At around 6pm I was sitting in my sofa when I stood up to get something. As soon as I stood up my whole body went numb and I just dropped back onto the sofa. I couldn't move because I could barely stay conscious and this made breathing difficult as well. I shouted for my fried to 'Call the fucking ambulance, now!' because I knew something had gone horribly wrong. I was buzzing like never before, my whole body. My senses of my physical body were jumbled so I couldn't make out where my arms/legs were, I couldn't feel anything. At this point I was taking very deep and fast breaths in a panic. After around 5 minutes of this I started feeling normal again so I kept reassuring myself not to panic.
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At this point my mouth was very dry so I stood up and drank some water. As soon as the water went down my throat, my heart started beating extremely fast. My friend then told me that I shouldn't eat or drink anything from the other room (as he was on the phone speaking with a 999 operator). What bad timing, why couldn't he have told me that 1 minute before. I dropped back down on the sofa and looked down at my hands, to my horror all the muscles in my body had tightened, speaking was hard now as my mouth wouldn't allow me to talk properly. By this point I really started freaking out as I had lost all senses in my body, my muscles were all tightened, my heart was beating abnormally fast and my body was buzzing like mad.
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By around 6.30pm, I was convinced that my body would not be able to survive this 'shock' of excessive drugs, sugar and water. I get the horrible feeling that I am seconds away from death, what's even worse is the overwhealming buzzing of my body got worse and breathing became even more difficult. I knew my friend was qualified in first aid and CPR. I remember telling him something along the lines of 'You know CPR, just keep me alive'. I was begging god wishing not to die, not at the age of 19, not from a drug overdose. And here I am, my body buzzing more and more by the second, I am getting worse, I am going to die.
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Being on LSD at the time deffinately didn't help, it made all of these negative feelings extremely negative and when I would say to myself, 'I'm going to die' my heart would start beating really fast, a horrible feeling of adrenalin kicks in as I take deep breaths sitting absolutely still praying. The first people to reach my house were the police. Now instead of checking my vitals and trying to keep me alive they start asking my name, date of birth and all the useless shit you can't afford to waste your time on when you're minutes away from death. In a moment of anger I shout 'What the fuck is the point when I'm about to die!' They then ask me why I took all these drugs. Sitting there, helpless, completely crippled and caught off-guard I just stare at the police officer, there is a moment of silence where I am judged by all these people which makes me feel really bad.
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The ambulance arrives and the paramedics come. After telling them what has happened they tell me I need to walk into the ambulance. I manage to stand up with the help of 2 people. Completely disoriantated I step outside my house and into the back of the ambulance. My vision is so fucked I can't see anything beyond 2 meters. I also have double vision. The ambulance heads towards the hospital and by now I've realised that my senses are getting worse and the buzzing is getting heavier as breathing becomes even harder. I kept asking the paramedic, who was reading some charts, totally uninterested in caring for me, if I was going to die. Those people didn't reassure me at all and at the time when negative thoughts would send my heart into a spazm or something, that was all I wanted to hear. I tell the paramedic that I may wet myself as I didn't know if I could hold it in.
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We're now in the hospital and on a bed when the doctor gives me 2 pills to swallow and takes some blood. I urinate 600ml. That's nearly 2 full coke cans of urine! My brother arrives and I feel really bad, barely aware of my body let alone what's happening around me. He was very heart-broken and disapointed after he heard that I nearly died from a drug overdose. My brother doesn't do any drugs and that made the whole situation even more awkward. The buzzing throughout my body kept getting worse and now my double vision only enabled me to see about 1 meter in front of me but it was too much effort even keeping them open. In my disorientated state, I mumbled 'Oh, what a haze', everything felt like a dream. Blood results came back clean and I stayed in the hospital for a few hours, just basically waited the trip out.
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I've decided that, even though Ketamine is one of my favourite drugs, I won't be touching it anymore, because the margin for error is just too great. Also note: During the times where I had convinced myself I was about to die, all I could hear in the back of my head was the sweet melodic guitar riff from Intension, on Tool's 10,000 Days Album. That song now has a great meaning to me.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Oct 7, 2007</td><td>Views: 48,598</td></tr>
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DOSE: T+0:00. MDMA, 2 pills
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T+0:45. MDMA, 1 pill
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T+1:30. LSD, 1 tab
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T+3:30. MDMA, 1 pill
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Approximately every hour:
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Various lines of Ketamine.
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Various hits of nitrous
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BODY WEIGHT: 175 lbs
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Approximately two years I attended a gathering of friends in Los Angeles at the home of my friend Jace and his wife. This was typically something I would do about twice a year when I could afford the trip. I live in New York, but I've still made my way out to see Jace and several other online friends because they are exceedingly cool folks, the likes of which I do not know here on the East Coast.
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Jace has an excellent house and is kind enough to often host parties where we can get together and share a good time enhanced by whatever substances we happen to have on hand. This time, our friend Mercy from Oregon had some acid. I had been smoking a lot of pot the week previous to this, and had started to suffer from a generalized anxiety disorder which I believe is the result of years of psychadelic abuse and had told myself that taking the LSD would likely not be a good idea. I had it in my mind that I might opt out when the opportunity arose. Somehow though, even when I have made obscene combinations of various chemicals, I'd never had a bad experience at Jace's. This is undoubtedly due to the near perfect set and setting as well the people that hang out here. Environment is everything.
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That being said, until people got there, we'd been hitting small amounts of K and nitrous to pass the time. I was drinking my beer, as I always do. It seems to anchor me to reality. I just like having something to sip on. I popped two pills of E once people started showing up and was soon enjoying the effects and added energy. I noticed that the amphetamine like rush of the MDMA was causing an unpleasant body load as I was feeling quite jittery. I took a vicodin from Jace's wife to try and balance that out. It may have had an effect, but it was hard to tell.
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I was having a good time and bouncing between the two 'theatres' of the party. One was in the garage where the smokers would chill out under flourescent lighting, the other was in the living room where the lights were dimmed and other folks were passing around baloons of nitrous. I tend to remain mobile and enjoy moving around under the influence. I changed rooms a number of times once I became more accustomed to the body load of the MDMA and began relaxing. I decided taking another MDMA pill to extend my peak would be a great idea and did so.
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Shortly thereafer, the four of us who would be tripping received our LSD from Mercy. That meant Mercy, Jace, Raven and myself. Whatever reservations I had held in sobriety were non-existant in the MDMA-induced bliss I was in at the point. Combined with the buzz from the other substances, I was having a grand old time and saw no reason to see what would come of this.
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The LSD did not take long to kick in. Perhaps 45 minutes later, I found myself shifting from location to location without really knowing how I got there. My first memory of being in the trip was sitting on the floor of the living room where we were all (maybe 10 people present) were passing around balloons of nitrous. I looked up at Dace who was sitting on the couch and was quite surprised to see a look of total and abject horror on his face, which may or may not have actually been there in reality. The look on his face was probably due to a vortex that had positioned itself near his left eye and which seemed to be a crack in reality. Said crack was pulling Jace's face into it and it looked like it wasn't too pleasant. In my state of mind, I figured he was probably seeing something along the lines of what I was and that explained his look.
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Balloons and ketamine continued to circulate. I looked over at Raven, whose mohawked-head was now encircled in a glowing blue crown of hieroglyphs, and suddenly was pulled a bit out of reality for a moment. At that moment it seemed I knew what both Jace and Raven were thinking. We later commented on this and it was therefore referred to as 'that thing that happened which we cannot discuss'.
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Suddenly I was in the garage. I was sitting on the couch with my eyes opened far enough that it was amazing they managed to remain in my sockets. I was in disbelief at the visuals I was having. With my eyes completely open and looking at people, I was watching a completely different movie than everyone else. I was watching Jace cut lines of Ketamine and suddenly I gained the ability to see through time. I was watching, in time lapse, the history of our location. I saw events that were passed down in the history books, and came to the realization that many of these events simply did not happen. They were metaphors and lies. Additionally, reality itself was merely an invention of the human mind so it could make sense of the truth. We were like cells in a human body, if you can imagine, all performing functions to keep whatever it was that we laboring on working. To cope with our non-sensical and sensory deprived existence, we invented a reality around us that gave it purpose.
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To elaborate, if you could imagine the red blood cells in your vein going from the heart to various parts of the body, I saw us like those blood cells. We were simply carrying oxygen around without really knowing it, while instead of a trip through a blood vessel, we imagined ourselves commuting to work and being in a car. I wondered if everyone came up with the same reality, or that if our interactions were just filtered from our subjective reality to another person's subjective reality so it all fit. I imagine this idea came from my experience with large doses of Ketamine. When I am deep in a K-hole, I am dissociated from my senses, but I start to hallucinate because my mind fills in the blanks. It's like a dream.
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At this point, I heard Jace say, 'Rayn. Less crazy eyes dude' and realized I was staring right at him looking like a complete psychotic. I went to get another beer and use the restroom. In the mirror, I scared the crap out of myself. My eyes were open so far they looked like white circles. This was not a hallucination, as any of the more sober people could attest to. I guess I was just really, really surprised.
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Time moved quickly from that point as I drifted in and out of intense hallucinations every time I decided to sit for a moment. I would go to the garage and smoke a cigarette where Raven and Dace were. They had decided to do such obscene amounts of K that they could no longer remain mobile. I believe Jace said he wound up losing 5 hours in the middle of the night. For most purposes, so did I. Thought I was experiencing profound and terrible things every moment, they were beyond words. I was in mental realm far beyond my ability to communicate, and so I just sat there while my ego shattered and came back to me. It was peaceful. So completely peaceful. There was no anxiety. I kept drinking my beer and moving beyond the two theatres as I was inclined.
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At some point, I fell out of this trancelike state and found myself in the garage with the sun coming up. I went to stand and was surprised to feel the familiar body buzz of LSD. I noticed my sense of smell was greatly enhanced and I found the smell of people offensive. Not to say anyone was unclean, but more that I could smell the natural smell we are desensitized to by daily life. I even noticed it on myself. It was negative. I also retained that feeling that reality was somewhat alien to me, and thus was feeling great, but very, very odd. I made my way to the living room where it was quite bright.
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Some of the party members were preparing large lines of ketamine in order to tranquilize themselves and possibly get some rest. I was sitting in the circle when suddenly I found myself looking down at ... myself. 'That's disconcerting.' I thought. 'I wonder if ... wait, what is ... I?' Hello, ego death.
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My concept of self was suddenly erased. I didn't have time to go through the usual scary parts where I feel the terrible instinct that I must hold onto my ego or it will mean my death. Nope, just suddenly outside my body, and 2 seconds later, outside the house. A few seconds more and I'm outside the planet, looking at Earth. All the while, I'm completely peaceful, as if I were nothing but air.
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Things speed up. I'm receding through the universe and things are getting farther and farther away. Suddenly, I'm looking at a small red circle. It moves. There's another one. It moves to the right. Zoom out a bit more. Its a conveyer belt. A conveyer belt of universes. All part of some huge machine. I see a man operating the machine. He is with and without shape at once. He has a thousand faces and a thousand voices. He looks uninvolved. He is God. I zoom out more and see thousands of these machines. In the center is a brass gear turning them all. I focus on this brass gear and watch it spin and spin and spin. Suddenly, the edges of the hallucination start to fade.
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'Rayn? Rayn?'
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I'm still looking at the gear but I begin to make out the carpet beneath me, and what appears to be a tray of white lines of Ketamine in my peripheral vision. I'm home, but I'm still looking at the gear ... ? Oh ... its the nitrous cracker. It all started because I was looking at the nitrous cracker. I'm spinning it back and forth, back and forth. There's a cartridge in it. I'm lucky I didn't discharge it in my hand. One of Jace's roommates greets me with eyes probably as big as mine. I take a few lines and lie down to try to integrate my experience. It didn't really work. I found myself unable to speak much sense for the better part of the next day. My body was tremendously hurt. I'd polished off a 12 pack over the course of the night and was hung over. My brain didn't know what the fuck. I think I was not completely down until nearly 18 hours later due to fatigue.
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Overall, it was a ++++ experience. I don't know if I could ever replicate it. With all my experience on hallucinogens, I'd never had such vivid, open-eye visuals. Honestly, it was more like DMT than LSD. The visions were not immediately reassuring or friendly. For a long time after that, and still today, I sometimes wonder about the layers of reality and where I fit into them. Ultimately, I did find spiritual meaning in my visions, and I am not sure how to communicate such a conglomeration of feelings.
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I still can't open my eyes that wide though.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 56669</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: Oct 9, 2007</td><td>Views: 13,842</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.5 g</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td>
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I would like to start out by saying that I've tripped many times and made a hobby out of combining large doses of drugs, and this is by far the most unique situation I have put myself in. 3 friends and I were going to a 311 concert at a small university in Maryland. We were from out of town so we got a hotel room a few miles away from the concert. I noticed we had a stove, so I decided to boil my mushrooms and make some tea. I started to feel the effects right before we left for the show (we left about 2 hours early), and it was nothing abnormal: dizziness, giggling, and the normal colors trails associated with psychedelic mushrooms. My friends had decided to eat ecstasy instead of mushrooms since we also had LSD, so they popped their pills and on we went.
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Right before we got in the car I ate 3 of my hits of acid. I had 5 total, 2 different types, but this is the only one I had tried before. After chewing on the paper for a few minutes I felt as if it was the right time to swallow it, which I did. I promptly put the other 2 hits in my mouth and started chewing. My friends asked me why I wasn’t pacing myself better, I told them I wanted to be peaking off the mushrooms right when the acid started to take its effect. We went into the show and split up, one friend and I had general admission while the other 2 had pit seats.
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At this point I realized I had ate too many hallucinogens to be in a public place. I started to feel paranoid, like something bad was going to happen. An experienced tripper, I simply shrugged this off, telling myself I was just fucked up and keeping my psyche normal for a little longer. Once we finally reached our seats and I sat down I began feeling very uncomfortable. The warm-up band was loud and their music sucked and this began to displease me more and more by the minute. I was hot, trippin balls, and I was ready to leave before the show even started. Knowing that it would be completely ridiculous for me to even ask my friends to leave with me, I tried to suck it up.
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Then I got this thought in my head that I was going to die. I was going to die unless I got water right away. I told my friend who told me to calm down and he would help get me to a water fountain. This is where it all went completely wrong. I went to open a door and it was locked. I became furious at this and started to run down the stairs, which I ended up falling down. Once I fell down it became “clear” to me. I had just died, the door being locked represented it being too late and the fall was me actually dying. I began pleading with God to allow me one more chance at life. Keep in mind I’m yelling this lying down on a stairway in the middle of a concert.
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My friend realizes he needs to get me the hell out of here and tries to get me up. I start running. Through people, into people, raising hell and catching the attention of one of Maryland’s finest police officers. After watching me run amuck for a few seconds they approached me and grabbed me from behind. Still thinking I’m dead, I thought they were God’s police coming to get me. Not ready to die I began screaming and running away from them like there was no tomorrow. I ended up running right into another group of officers and they all then struggled to get me out of the building. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening and began trying to push my way free of them again.
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They ended up tackling me and eventually getting me into a cop car. However, I was so fucked up I didn’t realize I was in a cop car, nor that I was handcuffed and that my face was pressed against the seat. Being unable to move and seeing nothing but black, I realized that I was in hell. I hadn’t exactly been a law-abiding, sin-free citizen. I started yelling gibberish and getting very angry. I was pleading with God to let me get into heaven. Hell sucked. Meanwhile in reality, the cops knew I was completely fucked up and as a precaution took me to the hospital.
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Carting me around a hospital only confirmed any previous doubt that I had that I was dead. I was still yelling at God, begging and pleading for my life. Well at this point they supposedly saw blood on my head (my memory is a little shaky so I’m going by the police report), and they decided that I needed a CAT scan. I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a cat scan but you’re pretty much surrounded by white light. I saw this as “seeing the light,” and figured out that God had finally decided to let me into heaven. Already having accepted my death, I was pretty happy I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life in that dark place I was before.
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Well after a few hours hooked up to an IV, I came to in the hospital, a nurse by my side. I asked her if she was my guardian angel. She gave me a puzzled look. I asked again. It was then that she said “Son, you’re not dead, you’re in a hospital.” I didn’t believe it at first but after looking around I realized she was telling the truth. After about 8 hours of thinking I was dead it became clear that I wasn’t. I spent the rest of the weekend in the county detention center until my friends posted bail. After that experience I realized that life was too precious to go out on a drug overdose and I am yet to trip since.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Oct 15, 2007</td><td>Views: 17,860</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 hits</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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It has been almost 4 months since my first LSD experience. Although I have tried many other substances in my short 15 year old life once or twice, such as Ethyl Ether, ketamine, GHB, MDMA, and of course Weed, nothing compared to my first LSD experience.
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Anyways, it started when one of my friends (let's call him D) told me he had bought a half a sheet of acid. I was quite excited and bought 5 hits off him instantly. As it was his first time too, so we decided to try it together. We also thought it would be a good idea to have a sitter, since we had read about so many bad trips. So we got his girlfriend, who did not want to try LSD to sit for us.
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It was a week before we got a chance to do it. D's parents were going to a funeral up in Québec city. D did know the person who had died so his parents let him stay home for the week end. So at about 2 on saturday I got to D's place. He and his girlfriend were already there, in his basement. I dropped 3 of the hits I had bought from him, and he dropped 3 too. We then waited almost 45 minutes for the effects to come on. Most of that time was spent with D complaining about how he had only 12 hits left in his half sheet.
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Then suddenly at 45 minutes things seemed to get brighter. We thought the trip was comming on, so I pulled out a pink floyd CD and started to listen to it. I don't know how long we were listening but after a while it seemed as if the music was somehow controlling the flow of time, and when the music was slow, like it usually was, time went slow, and when it sped up time sped up. After a while I asked D's girl for the time and she told me it had only been 10 minutes since we started to listen to the music. I was confused at this and looked around the room. Everything seemed normal and I was pissed I was not hallucinating. So I went to go to get a glass of water from the kitchen.
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That is when I saw it. As I got up the chair D was sitting in seemed to move and hug D. It scared me and I tried to pull D out of the chair. He didn't know what I was doing and looked at me blankly with pupils too big to be human. His girlfriend (I'm gonna call her A for the rest of the story) was laughing at us and I couldn't figure out why. So I asked her and she told me we had been staring at each other for like 5 minutes. This ammused me and I laughed too. So we were all in good moods when we went into the kitchen to watch all the small trippy objects move and come alive. D later told me he had seen a soup can turn into a mouse and laugh at him. We stood there for almost an hour tripping.
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Then I blacked out. It was just momentary and random, and when I awoke I was still standing, but everything had changed. I was so refreshed and it thought I had been 'awoken' for the first time into reality. I was sure that everything before that was a dream and I had just 'awoke' from it. Also I could see things so much clearer. It was as if everything made sense now. I could see the personality of everybody around me. I could see why they did everything they had done. I remember thinking A was the perfect human being. So cheery and caring. Then I looked at myself, my past present and future. I could see it all in an instant. I realized y I had started to take drugs in the first place, and things like y I had not asked that girl out in grade 8. It all made sense. The whole universe was weaved into a huge web of knowledge that I could touch at any time, and explore in seconds.
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I tried to explain this to D and A but they did not understand what I was talking about. They thought it was funny, and for a second I realized it was, and laughed with them. We returned to his basement and listened to music and I remember telling them how Pink Floyd and Bob Dylan must have loved LSD. We also watched things change shape and move, 'Plot against us' as D called it. He did not enjoy the trip as much as I did, and was paranoid that his house was going to eat him or something. It didn't really make sense. And it was the only thing I could not figure out. The mind of a drugged up 15 year old did not seem to matter at the time so I forgot about it.
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D's paranoia eased off as the night continued and he began to enjoy all the sounds and images. After a long time of having so much fun, A told us it was 12 pm. I was shocked it was so late and thought only a couple hours had gone by since we had dropped the acid. Then I began to sink into 'sleep' again. See at that very moment my knowledge of everything began to slip away into the 'blackness', as if I was falling 'asleep' again. Then suddenly, I felt it. I was being pulled down into the 'blackness' that was my life before LSD. I was scared and my friends later told I was screaming and raving about some blackness that seemed to cover my legs, and was moving to my head. This is the part of my trip I remember the most of. I was scared and dropped to the floor and lay in a ball. I could feel the 'blackness' covering me, and in moments, it covered my head and again I passed out.
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When I woke up I looked around too see D and A laughing at me. They said I was screaming about being sucked into something for 10 minutes and then had said 'Meh, it's all good.' and got up calmly. They were also a little pissed, cause I scared them, but it didn't matter. I was still hallucinating but I could not see all the knowledge I had had during my trip when I was 'awake'. D decided we should try to sleep, because he was suddenly feeling quite tierd. So we stretched out on the couchs and the floor in his basement. Well I jumped on the only couch in the room before they could stop me, so they slept on the floor haha. ;)
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After a good night's sleep I awoke to feel quite refreshed. Although I was sad I had lost the answers to everything, and had fallen back into 'sleep' again, I was happy to have experienced it once in my life. D wanted to try some more the next day, but I said no. I didn't want to do anymore until I thought hard about whethere it was a good substance or not.
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Since then I have taken LSD about 15 times (lost track a while ago). I won't tell you to try it or not, because it drasticly chages you. It's a personal choice if you want to trip or not.<!-- End Body -->
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'Just too pure and undistorted, just too pure for one to sweatily hastily punch into a computer.'
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LSD. The word intimidates some and draws curiosity from others. I myself was intensely curious of this psychedelic drug, after being an avid salvia and weed user for months following my first trip.
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I scored a single hit from a shady friend of mine outside of a public library. He was tripping off the same batch as he sold it to me, and declared it to be of excellent quality. He showed me some drawings and writings he must have made while he was in the library. I was very, very interested. This had gone through probably 4 hands since manufacturing, so I was forced to pay a premium of $15/hit. I learned later that this $15 was a small price to pay for such an amazing experience.
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A week or so passed before I was in a situation where I could use it. Some of my stoner friends were sleeping over at one of their houses and wanted me to come. I think they expected me to bring more acid, but I could not. I ended up being the only one there tripping. By the end of the night, 8 or 9 people had showed up, including two girls, whom I ended up befriending greatly.
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~8:45
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I ingest the single blotter square. Red, 1/8' square, nothing special. It tasted like paper. I swallowed it after 10 minutes of playing with it in my mouth. I went upstairs for about 30 minutes and watched TV. I felt nothing and was anxious to get started.
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~9:15
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I venture back to the basement. By now, I am feeling giddy and energetic. I started to use the computer but quickly became bored. The giddiness was starting to become very noticeable and I told everyone I was feeling threshold effects. The girls came over at around this time.
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~9:35
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'The Baron,' we call him, picks up interest in my condition. Mild hallucinations were starting to develop, when I told him this, he decided to try a fun activity. We stood around a pool table and started throwing pool balls around. This was a very cool sight. The balls were making translucent trails behind them and seemed to be on fire. I grabbed the yellow ball tightly. I felt I was able to squeeze it like a stress ball and was able to convince myself that I could actually do so. Something compelled me to hold it for a very long time.
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~9:50
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I get back on the computer. The girls were very interested in my Windows Paint abilities, having seen drawings I made on salvia. I drew a TV remote crashing into the earth and stared at it for a long time. I am having an intense rush of energy. I have consumed more caffeine than anyone I know, but the only time I remember feeling this kind of rush was when I snorted Adderol about a year ago. I somehow acquired a pool table triangle and had it around my neck. I was mentally unable to remove it, it stayed on for a good portion of the night and was the inspiration for several more drawings. The Baron found an extremely fun device: a scooter that is propelled by its steering wheel. I was gliding around the basement on it, probably the happiest person on earth at the time.
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~10:20
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The first hallucination I can remember was watching my friends prepare a Salvia quid. I was staring at the fractallizing corian countertop, watching them dexterously seperate leaves and stems with massive, massive hands. By now, almost everyone is very, very high on marijuana. I didn't smoke any, feeling perfectly good myself. I felt different but in a very fine way. D and T ask me to join them with a cigarette. I step outside into a beautiful night. We are huddled in a chilly hole leading to J's basement. I stare at the wall, it opened up and let me look inside of it as it told me a story.
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'To some point,' he says, 'you can be worried about everything. The world, it's metabolism, yourself, all those around you. The universe can stretch before like some unknown, worry-inducing thing. Nut then, the cigarette smoke tells me, it will all be okay.'
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'This computer. This computer is so amazing. The colors and heartbeat and breath that are spwering, spewing out of the monitor.'
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This is when the classic hallucinations started kicking into high gear: fractals, breathing walls, melting ceilings, giant hands and feet, morping, new, bright colors. A lot of what happened is a blur because none of it makes sense now. Everyone, including me, was having a hilarious, social time. I stayed up late with a lot of people, but being so high and full of munchies, they became annoyingly lazy and incoherent. I was offered salvia and weed but refused both. This was one uncomfortable part of my trip: the ampetamine-like rush was starting to get to me, I hyperventilated a little bit and felt like my lungs were the size of ping pong balls. It was important for me, however, to experience both the highs and the lows, the fears and the ecstacy.
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Around 1, I went outside to have a cigarette by myself. This was definitely the high point of my trip. The sky was moonlit, patched with clouds and trees. The clouds glowed with colors that I had never seen before. The trees towered over me with mind-squishing dimensions. Everything around me grew, rooted itself into the earth, shined with auras that warmed the soul. My mind was racing with thoughts beyond notes, drawings or any part of the English language. From the side, I watched myself back up against the wall and close my eyes. The universe had been packed into my brain.
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I came back and scribbled into Notepad:
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'That last cigarette out there. Man, if words could only come close. Windows paint can't really come close either.'
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no video or optical illusion could possibly come close to the beauty eminating from the forest out there. And I am just a small, infinitely small, observer. Nothing, I remember to myself, will ever, ever come close to this kind of knowledge. The information imparted onto me just then, out there, enjoying a cigarette, will be ultimately lost in translation.
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By 2 AM, everyone was completely out. I sat on the floor, awake and alone. I probably shouldn't have been afraid to hit up the bong before, but now I felt it was too late. I was WIDE AWAKE.
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3 AM, still wide awake...
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4 AM, 5:30... awake the whole time.
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I entertained myself by staring at multi-dimensional fractals by placing my eyes about a centimeter away from the floor. My body was exhausted, especially towards the end of the night. A couple times, I ventured upstairs looking for alcohol. I felt that alcohol would have been a perfect antidote to calm my nerves and let me sleep. I was hungry for sleep. I desired it more than anything.
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'And this LEVEL, this totally third level of thinking.....'
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7:30 AM. The hallucinations slowed to a stop. I had not gotten a wink of sleep, though I felt mildly refreshed when the sun rose. J got up too and kept me company as we talked about the night, used the computer and relaxed. I drove out for some McDonalds with most of the guys. Though I hadn't eaten in over 18 hours, I still couldn't finish the meal. I got home and still could not sleep immediately. I was awake for most of the day, probably because I was excited about the whole experience. I had mild HPPD in the following days. Nothing serious, just small reminders that said, 'Hey, don't forget, you did LSD not too long ago.'<!-- End Body -->
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It was late after one of my favorite bands played in a small venue in Philadelphia, PA. It was about 1am when me and my best friend Matt were walking to my car as I heard the words being whispered 'doses doses' We approached the young lady, and she led us to her fearless leader Fabrenzio. We purchased 20 hits from Fabrenzio, and he quickly ripped us a strip of 20 off of his sheet.<br>
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As soon as we got into the car we called some friends to find the hotel we would be staying with for the trip, and I was handed a nice sized square of the colorful blotter paper and quickly administered it my mouth. As we arrived at the hotel destination, our friends told us they would be going to bed, and we would be forced to make the hour and a half drive home now.<br>
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After about 40 minutes I began to feel the start of what would be the most intense tripping experience of my life. The first hour was quite pleasant. I felt a nice glow start to take over my body and made me smile very largely. We listened to some trancey music, and some TOOL. We both agreed that we had heard and felt parts of the music that we had never heard in the countless hours of sober listening before. I began to notice my speedometer to start the breathing effect and other various objects in the car. We engaged in very deep conversation of how much we appreciated the acid, and how it made us think of the world in many different ways. <br>
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The second hour is where it got interesting. As we arrived to our home town, I decided that a discount store would be an interesting location to walk around and talk since it was the only thing open early in the morning. As I pulled off the highway, and arrived at the stop light, the world melted. The first time we had stopped in approx 2 hours was at a stop light in front of a food store, where we had realized that the dose we had administered had been much larger than previous times. I had never experienced heavy melting and visual distortion like this before. All my previous trips had been only a hit or two, the most being 5 hits where I experienced a very mental experience, rather than a visual one.<br>
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I quickly realized that driving was very strange, and seemed dangerous, so we quickly arrived at the discount store. As we exited the car, we were encountered by men with leafblowers blowing garbage out of the lot, and large street sweepers floating across the spaces, which frightened me at first, but managed to keep my head remembering the potential of this drug. Our entrance was amazing, the lights and aisles and cash registers all glistened and morphed beyond the most vivid movie depictions of LSD trips. As we moved throughout the store, I was very disturbed at the people we viewed. Many of their faces scared me and I questioned the moral stability of these people. I even recall a small demon girl running down the cereal aisle, her face was disasterous, it made me naucious to look at her disgusting expressions and horrible body shape.<br>
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We began a deep conversation about LSD and movies we thought were influenced by it, and we had wondered if Fight Club was at all involved so we decided to look for it. Strangely enough, after searching the large section of DVD's, and not finding our movie, we began to walk away from the area where we saw a small stand of mixed DVD's where the bright pink soap bar held by Brad Pitt on the cover of the movie stood out to me. We quickly snatched the last copy on this stand and made our way to the registers. Checking out was a complete disaster. I could hardly keep my composure as the old woman took our money and her face melted and her smile raged with her crooked yellow, monsterous teeth.<br>
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The third hour to the 5th hour is where it all began to go wrong for Matt, but was the most intense part of my entire evening, and most visual. We started the trek back to Matt's house about 25 minutes from the discount store. The drive was difficult and intense. The road would not maintain shape or perception, it altered constantly from being wide and short to long and narrow. The surrounding trees grew taller with the long narrow roads, and fat and colorful with the wide short ones. Stop signs changed there consistent shape, passing cars reminded me only of the cars in the animated classic Roger the Rabbit movie with their flowing shapes and inflatable appearance. We arrived at Matt's house where I could hardly park my car reasonably.<br>
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We made our way to the front door where we quickly realized that the door had been locked, and he was without his key. Now, this situation was sticky because his mother was sleeping and we wanted not to wake her and have her find us tripping out of our minds. We couldn't report to my house because my mother was already up, and I did not want to face her either, so we decided to sit at a diner and enjoy the trip. We made the drive to a local diner and as we arrived I had noticed that Matt had began to act strangely and had been talking about recent rough times he had been going through and was very upset about the situation he had been in, but I convinced him that everything would be fine and we made our way into the diner.<br>
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This place was really strange. The patterns, and shapes were plentiful and had made for quite a visually fantastic spectical. The workers, and the owner which we had known from the many times we had visited before, had looked like complete circus animals. Their smiles widened and intensified with every movement, and made me uncomfortable. I kept convincing myself of the drugs powerful stimulation and that I could handle this powerful batch of acid. Even though I wasn't hungry, nor was Matt, we ordered mozarella sticks and water. The water tasted like straight pool chemicals, and made me sick to my stomach. I tried my hardest to keep the sick feeling out of my mind, but it persisted for many minutes. I calmed the feeling with a few bites of the mozarella sticks, but then shortly after realized that the cheesy sticks had been another bad decision. I felt even more sick now than ever, and it took my every inch of strength to hold back a sickening display in front of the employees. Matt had been answering most of my questions with other questions and seemed very distant from my focus but I paid no mind until these next events.<br>
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Matt and I had been talking quietly about acid at the diner as to not make it public that we were completely out of our heads. We both agreed that the two young female employees seemed very strange and they disturbed us both. When Matt suggested very loudly that we give them some acid to help this situation, I decided it was time to move on. As we attempted to leave, the display continued when Matt tried to pay our bill with his new Digital Camera. When the waitress refused this seemingly great offer, he quickly produced some money which the horse-faced monster accepted and let us go. The walk to the car is when I realized that something had gone astray with my best friend. He removed the camera from his pocket and clenched it in his little skinny fingers, or wait, are they fat and chubby?? Anyways, he raised the camera high in the air, and quickly thrust it towards the ground where it skid many feet. He added to the display by trowing his cigarettes and lighter away into the parking lot. I quickly ran to the camera and shouted 'What did you do, that was your camera.' He just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders with his hands out with a large smirk. His scruffy face annoyed me, and I knew that something was not right now.<br>
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Even though I tried to convince him he would be mad about this action in the parking lot, he didn't give a shit and we made our way to the car. Since we could still not goto either of our houses, and had no safe haven to play this trip out, we began our next leg of this trip in my car. We spent the next several hours driving in my car where I had discovered that Matt had been developing a 'Bad Trip'. He quickly became very confused and disoriented with himself. He was unable to keep a constant thought, and was very annoying to me. He would ask several questions to me, completely out of the blue with no real meaning or good answer. I can still remember the most amusing phrase of the evening which spewed out of his mouth more than a dozen times in that ride 'Am I alive, am I dead - or is this backwards?' I didn't know what this comment meant, or how to respond so I calmly tried to talk him out of his bad experience, where I think my words just played worse into the madness in his head. I had many thoughts that we had taken too much, or the doses were contaminated, or that we would be stuck in the trip forever.<br>
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After a while of driving, I could not sit in the car any longer with this madness, so I quickly started thinking of solutions that would help me, but none of them were logical, including the one were I drop him off at his house and leave him for his mother to deal with, which seemed the most amusing to me at the time. As I continued our drive around town, circling many of the same streets over and over again, Matt seemed to be coming out of his head trip and I began to realize that he was becoming coherent again. We decided to make our way back to his house where we could end the day by sitting in his basement. His mother was still sleeping but after ringing the doorbell, she quickly arose to let us in. She had discovered something in her son's face that made her believe we were in some sort of trouble and asked us many questions when we arrived that made me severely paranoid. We made our way to the basement finally where I put Fight Club and began to watch with my friend.<br>
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Matt turned to me several times asking what was going on, and repeated the previous funny phrase of 'Am I alive, dead, or backwards?' I had found that he was still in this bad trip partially and it took me many minutes to coerse him out of his dying head trip. He was still pretty out of it when his mother announced that she wanted to use the treadmill in the basement. So I decided to remove him from this potentially disasterous situation with a breakfast invitation that he quickly took and followed me to his front door.<br>
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When we reached the car he had snapped out of it completely when he saw his camera. Yeah it was bad. He attempted to turn it on and it just squeeled in agony from the broken components trying to move. We drove around a bit longer where for me the visuals were still very exotic and colorful. We discussed the previous nights events and both agreed to make our way back home for some sleep and food. I spent the next several hours awake around my house where I was still having very vivid hallucinations and a hard time getting the motivation to sleep. I finally slept around 4pm and made it out until about 9pm. <br>
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I could only think as I wrote this experience out, of how absolutely amazing the trip was, and how I had really been blown away with how powerful and long lasting the doses were. I don't know where this batch came from, or even how much we took but I do know that if you find a crazy mother fucker named Fabrenzio walking around with some crazy acid - give him my email :-)<br>
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P.S. - We discovered the next day we ate approx a third of the 20 hit strip (we're assuming) and we had surprisingly put about 125 miles on my car in just driving around the city after the diner. Crazzzzzzzzy<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 19, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,990</td></tr>
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This past halloween was the scariest of my life. My girlfriend, best-friend, and I had all gone to New Orleans, LA for Voodoofest, an amazing 3 day concert event. One of our objectives was to find some good acid, as our town happens to be rather dry and high-priced when it comes to LSD. That first night, we bought 10 hits of 'eyeball' blotter from a random hippie. While my friend went off to see George Clinton, my girlfriend and I found someone with scissors and cut off 2 hits for each of us. Keep in mind that I can't be sure of times here, but I'm quite certain that I started to trip after only 15 minutes. My girlfriend, however, was much less phased even though she had tripped less times than me.
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After about 30 minutes I started getting scared. George Clinton's performance was too loud. The noises were becoming painful, and all I could see on stage was a huge ball of moving light. My girlfriends face also started to morph, and as I began to lose my own mind, I kept telling her 'Don't lose me' because she was obviously not enjoying the music either. Finally, our friend walked out of the crowd and found us. I told him he needed to walk us to the car because we both were starting to trip too hard for our own good. The path to the car was very crowded and dark. There were police lights flashing everywhere. The darkness started to take over. I couldn't see well for some reason. It became difficult to see my friends in front of me. I kept saying, 'Where are you guys?!', only to realize that they were right beside me.
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By the time we got close to the car, I was gone. I had forgotten where we were. My friend, who, luckily, stayed sober, kept reminding me that we were in New Orleans, and were supposed to be having fun. I was making outbursts in public. Basically all of the evil things my mind could conjure, I saw. I couldn't see what was really there at all. This fact was worsened when I realized I was stuck. I was in a town where I had no comfortable place to go. I couldn't escape that darkness.
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The duration of the trip is honestly a blur in my mind now. I was making outbursts, uncontrollably. I heard voices in my head telling me that I had lost my mind. I believed that I was insane, and that I wasn't coming back. However, for some reason I kept screaming, 'I'm lost, but this is all I ever wanted.' I thought that I had accomplished what I was put here to do, but that I was damned to be out of my mind for the duration of life. I kept begging my friends to talk to me, because everytime they did, it brought me back to reality a little bit. However, I always would quickly delve back into my mind. Soon, I thought I was dead. I saw pictures in my head of this 'Limbo' land. I had died and was basically retracing my entire life. I would yell my girlfriend's name over and over. Her name was the only comforting thing I could think of.
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I kept freaking out. I would bang my head on the windows of my car. I felt the seatbelt strapping me down, and I couldn't take it. However, I couldn't figure out how to get it off. I even accidentally grabbed my girlfriends hair once. I am not a violent man at all, but I honestly had no idea what I was doing. I don't even remember what I thought I was doing. My mind kept telling me I was on the brink of death. Sometimes, I felt as if I was rushing towards the evilness. I would yell, '(girlfriends name), please save me!' over and over, but it didn't work. I feel it necessary to mention here that my girlfriend was tripping very hard too. She, however, handled it. She admits to being extremely scared of me at some times, but she never lost her mind like I did.
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My mind was bouncing between sexuality, psychosis, and death. It was the worst trip of my life. The things I saw, I can't even begin to explain. Imagine putting your mind on a wheel, spinning it, finding some random place that you know so well, but being convinced that it is all gone. My friends told me that I would lay there, mumbling to myself for 30 minutes at a time, and then suddenly burst out screaming, often throwing myself violently around the car.
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I was in hell. I couldn't conceive life or death. I didn't care. As my friend was driving down the highway, I jumped up from the backseat and threw the car into park. This was extremely dangerous, and I don't know why I did it. Something compelled me. I noticed myself getting very sweaty. I tried to get sexual with myself, which I'm embarassed of considering that I was in front of 2 good friends. Honestly, I was just trying to do anything to escape all the pain in my mind. It didn't work.
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I tried to run out of the car, but my friend, who is much larger than me grabbed my arm. I screamed for him to let me go. I just wanted to run, but he wouldn't. I saw a scared look in his face. It turned evil. I saw him raise a knife and stab me. I started shaking, freaking out. All he did was grab my arm, there was no knife. Eventually, my friend was helpless. He didn't know what to do either. He stopped a random girl and told her what was happening. She sold him some random pain killers (I believe) and told him to make me eat them. When my friend gave them to me he said, 'Here, these will make you come down in 10 minutes, just eat them.' I happily chewed them up.
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The next thing I remember was waking up in the morning. Everyone was exhausted. We had had the scariest halloween ever. I was so scared of what I had possibly done that I took my girlfriend out and let her know how much I cared. I told her I was so sorry, that it was only the drugs, I honestly couldn't help my state. She was amazing and understood. She stuck with me through my own insanity.
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I hated this trip, but I wouldn't take it away for anything. I think I learned from it. I'm a very experienced drug/psychedelic user, and this completely deflated my ego. I realized that sanity is not a given. It can so easily be ripped away. The next day, I took 1 hit of the same acid, tripped, and felt fine. It was during the day, so there was no darkness to take over. This experience was profound, I still turn it over in my head every day. I've never been the same.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
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Having worked on and researched LSD and many other hallucinogens for over a year for college in a research setting, I was very, very cautious and hesitant to try it for myself. I have a very good background in exactly how it affects the neurotransmitters of the brain, knew exactly what effects to expect, and was a sitter for 4 friends that had taken it previously. I have experience with just about every opiate and opiod made, weed, amphetamines, salvia (but never experienced visual hallucinations from it), many different benzos, etc, but never an actual hallucinogen before this. <br>
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Starting Setting: A beautiful evening out in the midwest in a friend's apartment. Lets call him B.<br>
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Companions: Tripping: myself, B, and N. Sitters included J, who would be taking other various pharms but not actually tripping himself, and K, who was B's girlfriend. All of us are really good friends, and I would trust them with my life if it came down to it, and I think they would with me.<br>
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Mood: A bit of nervous apprehension. It's one thing to take a drug and just know what it's supposed to do, it's another thing to know exactly what it's doing to you and when. I was in an awesome mood as we had planned this evening for weeks and N had taken off work and traveled 2 hours to visit for the weekend.<br>
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8pm: I was given a liquid from J that I was told to swish around and hold in my mouth for 15 minutes that I was told contained about 160ugs LSD, a 'social dose,' I was told. B and N were given the same amount as well. B has never taken a hallucingen before, but N has done acid at 160ug, 500ug, and shrooms many times.<br>
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<span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]</span> <br>
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8:30pm: After watching the Animatrix for a while and not feeling it at all, I suggested we took B and K's newly bought puppies for a walk to see campus. We have several beautifully lit foutains that run during the summeron campus that I wanted to see. N remarked his shoulder was hurting from lifting the day before and took a 60mg morphine, after which he said he 'couldn't possibly feel more euphoric than I am right now' and he is one to down 120mg without batting an eye as he is just naturally very tolerant to just about any substance.<br>
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8:45pm: On the walk to the fountains, I noticed I could almost 'feel' colors. At one intersection, all of the stoplights were red all down the street, and N remarked that he could also 'feel that there was too much red' and that he didn't particularly like it.<br>
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9:00pm: The lighting around the fountain was very indirect and from the ground, almost creating a mystical feeling to it. I was quite euphoric, as if nothing could possibly spoil my mood. We get to the fountain, which to me, along with the most beautiful night we have had in a long time, looked like nothing other than heaven. We all sat on the grass and spoke to each other and to other people that were there just enjoying the evening and watching the fountain. There were people there that had taken shrooms and we compared and spoke about the similarities and differences. B remarked while laying with his puppies around him and holding his girlfriend looking up at the brightly lit foutain 'wow, so this is what heaven feels like.' A guy and girl were playing guitar and singing. They may have sounded horrible but any kind of music sounded amazing to me at this point.<br>
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11:30pm: We reluctantly left our new friends and 'heaven.' I went to the bathroom and noticed my pupils were very large. We walked by the bars on the way home to see all the bright lights and music, which was way too much stimulation to take in at one time at least for me as it was my first trip. N wanted to go party, but I was much more set on at least for my first time, staying relatively safe and away from large crowds. Next time maybe. N remarked this dose was much more enjoyable than the 500ug he had done a couple months back. I noticed that I had some muscle cramping in my jaw that persisted throughout the night. It was unbareable, but noticable.<br>
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12pm: We get back to the apt and begin watching 'What Dreams May Come.' The movie by itself is pretty trippy and extremely colorful, and I really enjoyed the visual patterns I was seeing in the movie. They were very geometical and logical, and at times almost superimposed over what I was watching. After a moment, I realized I could manipulate them and greatly enjoyed this. Still in extremely high spirits.<br>
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3am: N announces he has come prepared with a trunkful of fireworks (last weekend was the 4th of july). We all take turns shooting rockets and HUGE roman candles which of course looked absolutely stunning in our present state.<br>
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5am: We are starting to feel like we are all just starting to come down. J, the most experienced, suggest we smoke a LOT of weed at this point to get the most of our last couple hours. Among fun conversation amongst us three trippers, we fire up the bong and literally smoke, or 'mash' as we called it, until we physically could not smoke anymore due to lack of coordination. <br>
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6am: After just putting the bong down, I realize I am so inebriated I cannot understand or accomplish very simple tasks, such as putting a DVD in the player. Patterns are going absolutely crazy now, and it literally took me 25 minutes to make a bowl of ramen noodles, and poorly at that (I am a very good cook normally). <br>
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8am: The three of us have just been sitting and staring at the walls and different colored lights around the apt. and talking occasionally. I am nowhere near tired, in retrospect I should have expected the energy boost I got as J did warn us it would be a full 12 hour trip-sleep would be nearly impossible without taking a benzo like xanax or a hypnotic like ambien or sonata, all of which we had on hand just in case. I decided to walk home, a block or so, and try to get to sleep and enjoy the last of the trip by myself. I go home, smoke a little more, and finally sleep just about 8 hours straight which is a long time for an insomniac like me.<br>
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The next day was spent recovering, as we were up all night and the trip took a good amount out of us. We were all in high spirits, perhaps it was an afterglow, but mentally drained as one can get after studying for a long time straight. Overall it was a mystical, wonderful, eye-opening experience that I will never forget. I was *very* happy I waited until I was truly ready to accept what 'Lucy' had to offer.<!-- 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>
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It was week 4 of my freshman year in college, and I was going nuts. Smoking pot at least 15 times a day, taking Oxycodone and Hydro left and right, drinking, taking Ecstasy, but the experience I am about to describe quite simply blows every other drug experience I've ever had right out of the water.
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On a Friday it came to my attention that a few friends (a female we will call C, a male named A, and another male named J) had found a hook-up for liquid acid. 'Holy shit!!!' I thought. I'd run into acid only once before this in my drug taking history and it was crappy (and very expensive, $10 a hit) blotter. This shit turned out to be $5 a hit and apparently very potent. All my friends went and dosed at about 12:30 pm, I did not as I had no money at the time. After they came back, 2 hours or so later, they said it was soooo intense and they needed to be alone. So I decided to go get money and dose myself. Everyone who had tripped had done 2 hits maximum, stupidly I thought I'd do 4.
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I arrive at the dealers house and take my 4 hits. The dealer and his girlfriend are already tripping and we listen to some Moody Blues. After about 30 mins, and 2-3 bowls of some fine herb later, I left the apartment and headed back to my friends' dorm rooms. Walking home everything began to morph. Lights were shining like the moon into my eyes, the street began to look like I was looking at it through a fish eye lens. Walking by people I was convinced I was acting really high and not normal. Anyway, after about a 20 minute walk back to my friend's place, which usually only takes about 5 mins, I sat on the couch. At this point I thought to myself 'This is quite possibly the craziest thing I've ever done.' I had just taken 4 hits which, from what the dealer told me, was equal to about 6-8 blotter hits, I was in my friend's shitty dorm room that was piled with garbage, and everyone else was nearly done with their acid highs by this time.
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So there I was, tripping BALLS, and watching Blue Collar Comedy (which I fucking hate) while sitting next to some buds. At this point I began to feel very sick, but I stayed on the couch. This is when the visuals truely began. I looked at the couch I was sitting on and it suddenly became not just a small 5 foot couch, but 10 miles of couch. The entire room I was in expanded to the size of an airplane hanger, while I remained small. 'I don't feel so good' I said and made my way to the bathroom. After urinating for about a minute I looked in the mirror. What I saw may have been the most terrifying thing I've ever seen in my whole life. It was me, but as an old man. Somehow I knew I had had a dissapointing life and knew death was inescapable. My flesh was wrinkled and I wanted nothing more then another person to be with.
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I went back outside to the couch where there were about 5 people all smoking. I saw them all as giant frogs, disgusting and horrid, who wanted nothing more then to please themselves. I was disgusted by the obvious egotism I could literally see coming off of them. My friend, C, looked at me and said 'Man you don't look so good, do you want to go back to your room?' At this point I could barely answer. My entire mental state was so incredible, but so hard to describe. I saw that at every moment I am the only thing keeping myself from happiness. Every emotion I felt was a direct cause of doing or not doing something, and I could see these paths these decisions would take me on. Every decision I saw as a string of energy coming from my heart and connecting to a point where my next decision would be made. The responsibilty I suddenly felt terrified me greatly and I realized what a child I was.
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At this point I was in no condition to just 'chill' with people. I asked my friend's J and C to take me back to my dorm room. On the walk there I could barely understand what was going on. Everything looked like a terrifying jungle to me, and everyone struck me as so disgustingly ego-centric that it made me insanely depressed. After finally getting to my room, my trip really pulled into high gear. I experienced something I have never felt on any other drug. It was as if my memories were literally tied to my mouth. Every time I spoke or moved my mouth, it was not my mouth that moved, it was a memory that was evoked. At one point I yelled that I didn't feel well, this evoked a memory from my childhood when I lost my favorite jacket. It was literally like I could experience a memory on demand with my mouth, they were literally cross-wired.
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My eyes too were connected to memories. Many times I looked in the mirror and when I did I felt the most intense love for a stuffed animal I had not played with for years. At this point I was completely gone, when there was no light I hallucinated that everyone I had seen that day was in my room looking at me and studying me. I was sweating a lot at this point and my gut was making A lot of noise. I felt so sick and just wanted this overly intense trip to be over. At this point I opened my window and puked onto someone elses open window. The room was spinning, and I kept having a vision of my consciencess being a glowing ball of white static light. It made noise that was too intense for my ears and terrified my with its power. another hour of indescribable visions and insights and my trip began to come down.
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I went to sleep about 8 hours after I had dosed due to sheer exhaustion. Waking up later that night though I felt the most intense feeling of peace and contentment. Everything was going to work out, it felt as if I had been through physical therapy and could finally walk again. The next day the after-effects were still with me, my touch especially felt very soft and insulated in a pleasent way. While this was a very intense and memorable experience I do not suggest 4 hits of liquid unless you have tried it first.<!-- End Body -->
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Ok, I have taken a considerable amount of acid in my life with no ill effects or bad trips, i feel the need to preface this because I truly believe that LSD is a beautiful substance that can precipitate a much more open state of mind. But...maybe not this time.
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So, I was dipping sheets of acid, withought any gloves on which was not the best idea. At some point I came into contact with the liquid and didn't really know it because I was so intent on getting done what I needed to. I remember rubbing my eyes and feeling wetness and thinking shit maybe I had some on my hands, I told myself even if I did it would be ok, and it couldn't have been much and went about my day.
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2 friends came over about 5 min after I had put everything away, we smoked bowls and chatted and I completely forgot about the possibility of me getting high. About a half hour after they got there, we were talking and I remember my friend asking me about my night last night, and it was then that it hit. I couldn't respond to the question, it was like getting hit by a tsunami wave, I was suddenly in another world and could no longer focus on them, I told them I thought I was starting to trip and maybe should be alone, they took a look at my eyes and said your pupils are huge! This began to scare me. They left and almost immedietly it got worse, my heart started racing, I felt hot as hell, although I wasn't sweating. Physically it felt like electricity was running through my body, I was shaky and unstable on my feet. I realized I wasn't mentally prepared like usual and decided to go for a walk to try and focus on something other than how quickly I was coming up.
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Off I went down the street, the trip kept coming on really strong and I began to hallucinate. I kept thinking I saw someone walking along beside me, but this intruder made me feel uncomforatable and unsafe. As I continued to come up things got worse, complete sensory overload, I felt like I was being crushed by the world, thoughts of my smallness and the pointlessness of life came crashing in, I no longer knew where I was , or where I was walking. I had to sit down as I was swaying on my feet and I laid on the grass somewhere, I can only hope that it wasn't someones front yard.
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With my eyes open the world was shifting before me, I couldn't make sense of it and mentally I couldn't put together what was happening. I tried to rememember what time it was when I was working with the stuff earlier and came up with nothing, tried to remember how long it takes for acid to peak and couldn't remember, this really scared me, I have never forgotten my basic facts and have always been able to comfort myself. The world was shifting in and out of focus so much that it looked like the houses on the street were moving, the trees looked menacing and seemed to be trying to grab me with their branches, I felt like I couldn't stand or move anymore, my body was sinking into the earth.
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I closed my eyes in an attempt to help the situation and realized that even with my eyes closed I could still see. I could see everything around me before when they were open as well as flashes of light and peoples faces, people that had hurt me in the past. I couldn't ecscape the feeling, such strong feelings, it was as if everything bad that had ever happened to me was happening again. All the fear, anxiety, emotion, pain, and most of all that overwhelming feeling rushed in. My mind was gone and I couldn't constrain it in any way, more than anything it was the feelings that were the problem, I wasn't even capable of thinking of events.
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Next thing, my phone rings, it's another friend that has no idea what is going on. I needed this as it made me realize that reality still existed, so I answered and this was just what I needed. My friend was talking to me like I was a human being, and although I couldn't really understand what she was talking about, I knew it was real. I managed to shakily get up and walk again, knowing things might get worse I just wanted to find my home. I stayed on the line with her and somehow got myself home, not knowing really where I was going the whole time, just feeling it and going.
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Things did get worse after I got home, I got of the phone with my friend and started shaking uncontrollably, couldn't stand again. My music was playing on the computer, darkness was coming outside and I was continuing to lose it. My music was upsetting me, and it usually always made me feel good on L before. I thought maybe i should call someone to be with me, but got scared they might try to take me to a hospital and decided it best to stick it out. I could feel the music vibrating my body, I had this feeling in the top of my head, felt like something was trying to ecscape through me skull and I tried to hold on so hard, I began to cry and didn't know why?
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I finally laid down half inside my house, half out the front door as this was all I could really do and I felt like I had to be partially outside but not all the way, who knows why? I gave in, I realized I couldn't stop what was happening, and let go. I laid on that floor for hours unable to move, feeling like I was having a battle with my negative side, and that I wasn't winning. I never had a single clear thought the whole time, no words, just me feeling everything, everything bad.
<br>
<br>
Finally much later, and still tripping balls I suddenly felt the weight lift, it was like being released, I felt like I had just won! I could feel my body again, I could stand again, thank god. The walls and floor where still moving around me, and my lamp was glowing exceptionally bright but I was ok. I was tired as though I really had just taken part in an epic battle, and began to try and dissiminate what had happened to me..I stayed high in total for 16 hours, 6 of which I thought I was going to die, be insane, or just leave my body and never come back(which seemed different than dying at the time)
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All in all, this was a good and bad experience. I had been feeling a lot of negativity and anger in the week preceding this, and as is my nature I was holding all those things in, to me what happened was the lsd forced me to feel all the things that I try and have tried so hard in the past not to feel. It was like an amazing cleansing of my sould, and after even when I was still soaring I felt that I had conquered the worst parts of myself and put them to rest.
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Always be careful with all substances, I wasn't and although I can see this now as a beautiful and necessary experience during it.....words can't describe what was happening.<!-- End Body -->
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I will relay the details of my experience in full detail. Think twice before trying to replicate as my methods are not the safest to use. At the time these things occurred I was ill and in fact hospitalized. Not after, but during and in fact this is the motivation I felt at the time to try this trip, simply put I wanted to step out of the hospital, but had total bedrest ordered. With location explained I would like to add that I was in a private room and had been there for some time. I was perhaps a little bored with my current surroundings, and also very interested in the effects of LSD on the mind in regard to dealing with a lack of new thoughts or ideas. I thought that if I could maybe think more period that perhaps positive thought needed for healing would be an incidental. Which it was.<br>
<br>
I decided to do this on a weekend during a 11pm-7am shift with a nurse and aid taking care of me that I knew and for the most part trusted, I did not want to freak in front of those that I would have to worry about calling the doctor or an ambulance or charting that I was acting weird since if all went well I would indeed be acting very strange. I thought of telling them ahead of time, but decided against that and began to plan. One week after I decided to do this with skeleton crew in place I began to take my medicine.<br>
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I had wanted to try IV LSD after hearing stories from a friend that was living in San Fran during the drugs first day's administering it through injection in an IV catheter that he and many friends left in for this and other substances. I began by taking 8 Gel panes of LSD said to be at 125ug per and placed them in a clean glass vial with 3ml of sterile water and stopped the top with my finger and mixed until all the gel had settled out. I then placed a clean cotton ball in the vial and drew through it to filter out any solids that might be left over from the mixing (i.e. gelatin.) Having drawn out over 90% of my initial 3ml of water I was satisfied and moved on to my Oxycodone.<br>
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Intravenous (IV) injection of crushed pills/tablets can be very dangerous due to unknown substances, binders, and fillers present. Any substance injected directly into the blood stream should be very pure. Clean needles and medically appropriate techniques should be used to avoid serious injury or death.]</span> <br>
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For this I crushed an 80mg Oxycontin tablet and placed in a small glass vial with 2ml of sterile water and mixed with a sterile cotton swab then drew the liquid out through the swab and with a satisfactory amount recovered from my 2ml I set it aside. I then took three 10mg Valium orally and set back and waited for them to kick in. At the time I did this I was on several other medications, and a few may have influenced my results. Here is a quick list of the dailys, Oxycodone 80mg twice daily, Valium 20mg every 4 hours, Protonix 40 mg daily, Vit-C 500 mg daily, multivitamin, IV Ancef 1g daily, Oral Levaquin 500mg twice daily, detrol 2mg daily, Oral promethazine 75mg 4 times daily.<br>
<br>
Well with the background layed here I go: After the nurse came around and took vital signs (11:30pm) I asked for some privacy and had her close the door to my room. I then layed out all my supplies (the LSD solution, and Oxycodone, and sterile water for a flush through my IV) and prepared myself. After swabbing the IV port with alcohol I inserted the LSD and began to slowly inject it. The response was almost immediate, I had a rapid increase in heart rate as well as blood pressure which I was prepared for, per the advice of my friend which is what the IV oxycodone was for. I injected about half of the Oxy and felt much more comfortable.<br>
<br>
At this time it had only been about ten minutes and already my perception was radically different, things began to simply change and I had indeed stepped out. I for the first time began to have completely uncontrolled thoughts and then these thoughts began to manifest themselves all around me. It was very crazy, and the sweat was like a flood I hit the call light and had the aid open the window. With the window open the sounds of the night came in and sounded almost musical, I decided that I needed to focus and tried to meditate, but I was way too conscious of everything to blend and was at a steady run, much different than other methods of use with LSD. It seemed that I was were I was going in only 10-15 mins and felt as if it would last forever. With the confusion I decided TV would be interesting and started to watch several hours went by and at around 4:30am I felt my madness slip away, and thought everything was back to normal.<br>
<br>
I was wrong. My visual perception was very actively creating things that were, well not there, but my mind knew them to be false and they leave only to be replaced. The exception was the television I later spoke to my brother and talked about a program with him and described events that in fact had not been there. Very strange to imagine that you are in touch with reality and in fact not even close. After about 13hours me and my body reunited. <br>
<br>
I have to admit I was surprised at the difference between this and say simple oral ingestion, but not negatively. Outside of the uncomfortable heart rate increase I felt the mentally this was much more rewarding than oral experiences, however I will not change to this mode of use since I am talking of a resting pulse hovering around 200 beat per min, far too high for comfort and I am sure high enough to cause serious damage. I will never regret this as a trial and still look back and smile.<!-- 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: Nov 15, 2007</td><td>Views: 28,744</td></tr>
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This is the story of my most unpleasant experience to date on LSD. I guess you would call it a “bad trip”, but I don’t think the term is very precise. It certainly was a bad experience. The point of sharing the story is to try to show how preconceptions can affect a trip, and how doing acid recklessly also invites trouble.<br>
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It started when an acquaintance of mine had obtained a couple vials of liquid LSD for his and his friends’ personal use (he was not a dealer himself). Since I usually don’t come around acid very often, I asked him if it would be possible for me to get some, and he obliged. By the way, at this time he had already had the acid for several weeks, so it probably wasn’t too fresh. Of the two vials, he told me (now I almost wish he hadn’t) that the one vial was “weaker but smoother” and the other was “stronger but more jarring.” He ended up giving me four hits from the first (smooth) bottle, onto sugar cubes. I took one, which hardly had any effect. Then I took the remaining three a day later, and enjoyed it though it wasn’t as strong as I wanted it to be.<br>
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The next week I was back for more. At that point he gave me six more hits, two on each cube. These were from the “stronger” bottle. I considered these three cubes, and how I should take them. I thought I should probably eat just one to test them out and save the other two for later. My only problem was deciding when to do this. A few days later, in the morning, I thought about doing one. I did not have to work until three o’clock and reasoned that I could take it fairly early in the morning and have enough time to come down and go to work. I have a clerk-type job, which does not require very much concentration.<br>
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I was rather uncertain, though, so I decided I might flip a coin to help me. This is a kind of strange ritual I used to have, of asking the coin “yes and no” questions. I don’t believe there is any real intelligence guiding the coin, but it seems useful to treat it that way when trying to make a decision. So I asked it first, “Should I take this acid today?” and it answered, “No.” I wasn’t happy with this, so I asked, “Will something bad happen to me if I do?” The answer was “No” again. So I went on, “Will someone else get hurt as a result? Will I suffer social consequences?” etc., etc., asking about any conceivable thing that could go wrong. All the answers were “No.” At this point, I was rather annoyed. Why not take it then? Of course I knew also that this was just silliness, that the coin did not really know anything, but I persisted. So it struck me to ask, “Is the reason I shouldn’t take it simply because I won’t have any fun?” And then the answer came up “Yes.” Aha! So that was it. Deciding it was worth the risk, I promptly popped the cube in my mouth and took a shower. This was about 7:30 am.<br>
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I had always been told that the showering experience was very fun on acid, but I found it annoying. I felt too hot, and kind of icky being all wet. So I got out and dried off, and went about trying to trip. It quickly became apparent that this acid was kind of harsh, or at least, my subjective experience of it was harsh. I felt very physically uncomfortable, with a lot of back cramping and unpleasant feelings in the throat and mouth. Nevertheless, I was tripping moderately, and I was able to get something out of it, but I did feel pretty foolish and unhappy with my decision. So I spent the next several hours listening to music, going into the bathroom to listen to the fan whirr into the carpet, and doing anything to try to take my mind off the physical discomfort, which was probably the most severe I’d ever experienced on acid.<br>
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Unfortunately, as 2:00pm began to roll around, I realized that I had not come down enough. I began to doubt that I would be able to go to work. I worried a little, but simply decided to call and tell them I would be in at four. They asked no questions. It’s a very casual workplace. Still, after another hour I was still pretty screwed up. I had to leave around 3:45 to get there on time. It was 3:00 and although I was feeling much more stable and not hallucinating, my pupils were absolutely huge and I definitely still felt strange. However, I really didn’t want to just call in sick, because I was somewhat sketchy about being home when my mom arrived, she would certainly wonder why I hadn’t gone to work and might notice me acting strangely. She discovered my acid use before and was not happy about it! So, I made a huge (and probably bad decision) to drive to work.<br>
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Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br>
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Now, I must emphasize that at the time I left I was not, technically, tripping. The world had solidified and I was feeling fairly coordinated and alert. Still, I cannot claim that I was at the height of my ability. I can’t justify what I did, although it was probably no worse than driving on one beer, I still shouldn’t have done it and it was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I got in the car and took off down my street, wearing sunglasses of course. I felt fairly confident, but the first thing I saw at the four-way stop near my house was a cop car crossing right in front of me. Bad omen!<br>
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I went on to the freeway. About half way to my work, I looked in the rear view mirror, a CHP was behind me. I began to prepare to move into the slow lane to let it pass when its lights began to flash at me. I could not believe it. I had no idea what I had done wrong. I had a huge rush of adrenalin, and my heart began to pound. The panic was all the more intense because of the residual acid effects. I knew if I had to remove my glasses there would simply be no way my huge pupils would go unnoticed, and even though I had nothing on me, I was terrified of going to jail. I pulled into the slow lane, and the car rushed past me…. Phew! What a close call. He wasn’t after me!<br>
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Another cop car was encountered after I exited the freeway near my work. Finally I arrived there safely, and worked my four hour shift. I have to say it was almost like torture trying to work in that state, but I handled it. The funniest thing was that the lady I worked with that night told me I looked totally “with it” that day. Ha! On the way home, I saw several more police cars. I have never seen that much fuzz on my route to and from work before, ever. It seemed to me that God was trying to send me a message. Finally I got home and felt tremendous relief that this ordeal was over. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically.<br>
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After going home I met with a friend and told him all about the experience. He is an experienced drug user himself, but has given up acid. He then told me something strange: he had prayed for me the day before that the next time I did acid, something would happen to make me not want to do it ever again, not something that would harm me, just something unpleasant. It seemed his prayer had been answered. I thought about it for a while. I did not want to repeat this experience and seeing how unpleasant this particular batch of acid was, I washed the two remaining cubes down my sink. Many months have now passed and in retrospect I can isolate several factors that contributed to this “bad trip”:<br>
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The first is the warning given to me by the supplier. That certainly affected my expectations, and I have to wonder how things would have gone if he had said nothing. I do believe that different batches, due to impurities or perhaps chemical breakdown, can affect you differently, but the psychological factor is also important. I was predisposed to having a bumpy ride, I think. The second is the foolish choice of setting. I had to be at work that day! What an idiot. I should have waited until I had at least two days off in a row, but I was impatient. The stress from worrying about having to go to work certainly affected the quality of the trip.<br>
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Finally, my stupid coin flip decision making process. This is the most idiotic thing I could have done, even if I did not truly “believe” in it. The coin said I would not have any fun, and I didn’t. What did I expect? Even if I knew it was not real, the suggestion was powerful enough when combined with acid. Incidentally, I have wholly given up this process for making any decisions as a result of this experience.<br>
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It has been a while since this happened, and I have not taken acid since, but I am now feeling like I might do it again. I believe I was hasty to agree with my friend’s advice to stop doing it simply based on suggestibility, because he talked to me only hours after my trip. I had felt a bit psychologically off for a few months after, but now things are starting to clear up and I may do it again, but I will never do it that casually or recklessly.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Nov 17, 2007</td><td>Views: 5,315</td></tr>
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Over the last few years I've been increasingly interested in psychoactive drugs and did a fair bit of reading. Like most I imagine, I was quite nervous about the idea of trying mind altering substances, but my curiosity got the best of me I guess. The only other substance I've used before has been marijuana, and by crude comparison, LSD didn't seem to be much worse in terms of bodily physical/mental damage.
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A buddy of mine at work seemed to know a good deal on the subject, his own experiences and understandings seemed to match up from what I learned from other sources online. So I gave in and asked him to get me a hit or two. He recommended that a first-timer should really just try one hit, but the ones he had on him at the time were of relatively lower potency, so I was given a hit and a half for roughly the value of one. I knew that LSD was prone to giving you 'hangover like' feelings the next day or so, so I picked a time where I had a few days off to myself.
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At home by myself the afternoon came where I was going to try my first trip. Roughly around 6pm I was listening to some music and playing some console video games on the computer for an hour or so. I got up, took the acid out of the freezer and popped it down with a swig of coke. I'll admit I pulled a stupid face for a few seconds, with a classic 'What the hell did I just do to myself' thought drift through my brain. Oh well, I just plunked myself back down in my comfy leatherback chair and resumed listening to Tool and just relaxed. 10 minutes. Nothing happened. 20, 30, 40, 50! I was thinking to myself, 'What the hell, were they duds?' I knew the guy at work for a while now, felt I could trust him no problem and wouldn't give me just little coloured pieces of paper. I mean he gave them to me for pocket change, so I didn't feel ripped off. I shrugged it off and resumed playing some games.
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Almost an hour and a half later I kept noticing little blotches of light appear in the corners of my eye. I could swear that something just moved or scurried along the floor like a mouse would. Occasionally I rubbed my eyes while playing that game because either my vision got a bit blurry or the colors were intensifying. I got up quickly and started for the bathroom for some reason (maybe to check my eyes? can't remember) but I felt all woozy and slightly disoriented, like I was drunk, but it wasn't the same, almost like a 'cleaner' drunken sensation. For some reason I kept clenching my teeth together, but it wasn't bothersome. I must've got up, walked around a few paces, sit back down about five or six times. After about an hour of that I trudged into the bathroom and looked at my puples, wide as nickels. Almost immediately I started to giggle and laugh at myself. I don't think a grin left my face the rest of the night.
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Now I wanted to experience everything all over again. I remember pouring salt and pepper on the table and closely examining it, moving it around watching the spacing between the granules seem to take shape of drawn fictitious faces almost cartoon like. I would dab up a small amount with my finger and feel its coarseness between my fingers as I rubbed it together, the tips of my fingers would tingle afterwords. I made some freshly ground coffee and carefully boiled the water. The smell of it brewing was nothing short of amazing and was intense, like I was smelling the insides of a factory processing bags of gourmet coffee beans. The taste was too complicated for me to describe, the slightly bitterness on the sides of my tounge with richness in the background and sweet taste of cream. It might sound silly, but it was one damn good cup of coffee.
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Then I took a shower, a 25-30 minute shower. The feel of the shampoo in my hair lathering, scrubbing my arms with a wash cloth, pretty simple, common place stuff everyone does in the morning, but for that instant I don't think I felt more alive coming out of the shower than ever before. I dried off and laid on the bed with the fan on just staring at the ceiling. The bedroom ceiling is all white and textured by gooping plaster on it with a sponge giving lots of detail. The single light is centered and is mounted quite closely to the ceiling, casting countless shadows on the little plaster marks giving them relief and depth. In the dim light I watched in amazement as they calmly moved around and seemingly arranging into little faces like with the salt I explained earlier, making single-color mountans, valles and trees.
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<br>
After a good hour of that I managed to make myself get up and get something to eat out of the 'fridge. I finished off the other half of a sandwich from subway and it really seemed better than the first half I had hours earlier. For the next couple hours I listened to music with winamp visualizations running fullscreen. The colors were captivating and I simply got lost in it. I shut my eyes and just relaxed feeling completely elated. Several hours later I felt the effects wearing off and decided to head to bed.
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Without recalling any dreams I woke up feeling quite 'blah' and drained, but not the hangover I was expecting. I had a shower, but it just wasn't the same I like last night. The blah feeling wore off gradually during the day and felt fine afterwords. LSD was an amazing experience that I will defiantly try again sometime. I doubt that I'll increase the amount I took the first time.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 45415</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: Nov 18, 2007</td><td>Views: 8,147</td></tr>
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LSD also known as acid is something I’ve been intrigued by for a long time. I’ve done tons of research and was fully prepared for anything the drug could throw at me. Finally, on April 01, 2004 I got to experience it first hand. Around 6:50pm my girlfriend and I took exactly 1 full tab of acid each. We were in the backseat of my cousin’s car going down to Battery Park to see a music festival show or just a small gathering of people to play music, unfortunately by the time we got there they were all gone and the music was all over. At about 7:30 or 40 minutes after taking the drug I felt completely relaxed and calm maybe a little warm but still did not feel the affect of the drug. About 8pm my muscles become like Jell-O. I was fully sunk to the car seat, laughing uncontrollably at a picture my girlfriend drew (Almost marijuana-high like laughter). However, at this point the drug still has not taking control.
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At about 8:45-9pm, close to 2 hours after digesting the acid tabs I was still in a very relaxed state listening to some full on trance when my girlfriend told me when she was focusing on the cars turning they were merging into one another and the light poles lights were leaving long streaks as we drove by. Right after she said that, I focused on the taillights of a new 2003 Lincoln Town car that was standing in front of us and to my surprise the black lines started wiggling like worms crawling down the tail lights. Immediately I pulled out my new VM4050 phone and started to look at the psychedelic wallpapers I had put on it the night before and sure enough they were all alive and moving. The pictures were making sense, I felt like this was the way the artists intended it for us. One picture I remember was of a big eye placed in the center surrounded by hundreds of tiny eyes. When I focused this particular picture all the small eyes literally started to rotate around the slightly vibrating center eye and everything came in sync.
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At this point we decided to drive to my house and go to my room where I have a fairly good Stereo system, two 48 inch black lights, black light poster of an alien, and the ceiling partially covered with stars forming random clusters. The second we entered the house I felt a hallow emptiness to the quietness of the house. I had a physical need for music, specifically trance. So we all went up to my room, threw on some new Psychedelic trance disc which turned out to be one of the best cds I’ve heard in a long time and lied on my bed. I first stared at my candle which seemed to give off this beautiful light but then I started noticing that as the music become more intense the candle become much brighter. The candle was in tune with the music and its light output was directly connected to the sound flowing from the speakers. After staring at the candle for a few minutes, I blinked and took a general look at my candle trying to encompass the whole background surrounding it and suddenly the door came at me moving with all different colored lines in a vertically surrounding it.
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At this time I was just amazed and anything I would look at would slowly morph and change shape just slightly. So, I lied down perfectly on my bed and looked at my ceiling and all the glow in the dark stars and clusters on my ceiling were spinning in all different directions and some stars were getting brighter and others dimmer. Focusing more revealed a sort of depth where the bigger stars were more prominent upfront and the smaller stars seemed to move into the ceiling and the smallest ones behind them giving a strange space like impression. I’m now in this relaxed, euphoric state where all my perceptions and sensations are at full throttle. The longer I looked at the stars the more I noticed specific shapes form, mostly faces or animals. I attributed this entirely to acid because when looking at the stars in the mirror reflection of the ceiling revealed a clear and vivid replica of an alien in motion, however, my cousin could not see it. No matter how hard I tried to explain and even draw the picture on paper he just could not put the stars together in such a pattern that it formed an alien. Yet, my girlfriend who also took a tab with me had no trouble seeing the alien and was freighted of its sight but gradually calmed down. It was weird because when looking at the stars directly I saw space and things moving around in space but in the mirror’s reflection I saw an alien in a running motion.
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Now, I decided to just explore and look at different things around the room and let the psy-trance flow through me. Everywhere I looked things moved, patterns formed and mostly faces were appearing where non existed. The music become very intense. It was extremely clear, vivid and alive, it was controlling what I saw and for the first time I actually heard Psychedelic trance the way it was designed to be heard. Every sound was alive and my body was absorbing it like a sponge. Some songs became extremely powerful and deep that I actually found my fist closing and tensing. My cousin later said I was resisting an outward body experience but I can’t really describe it, however, it was not very pleasant and I after a few minutes I gave up resisting and just lied there letting the dissonant, consonant and all types of sound engulf me.
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My cousin eventually took some white paper which glowed extremely bright under the two 48 inch black lights and performed a rave which can only be described as beautiful. The hands followed together like a continuous uninterrupted movement creating beautiful shapes that just was a pleasure to see and seemed to just go in harmony with the music. I was now very used to the acid and its affects on me and was enjoying myself listening to the music and looking at reality take on a new metamorphosis. I should add that not only my visual perception of objects changed but when I closed my eyes I was met with bright colors and shapes all moving around in various rhythms and shifting designs. Also, time seemed to slow down a lot. I felt it was morning again and the sun was coming up, yet it was only around 1am.
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I could probably write another 2-3 pages on everything I saw and felt but I’m getting tired and want to keep it short. Acid from my experience is the greatest drug available. It has put me in touch with music in a way I never could have imagined or come to without taking it. It opened the door for understanding abstract art and focusing on detail. I can now understand the millions of users who have tried acid, friends, singers, actors, writers etc… I hope this account of my personal experience shed some light on what you can expect from yours. Have a safe and pleasant trip! =)<!-- End Body -->
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This story is not meant to be descriptive of my LSD trip, but more of my Salvia/LSD trip. I have had many great trips on LSD and Salvia, but this Salvia trip was the utterly most horrifying, yet interesting experience of my entire life.
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I left school and went down to Charlotte, NC, where I had acquired a sheet of some extremely good blotter from a friend. I decided to ingest some and tried it out with a friend named Cheese. I was in the perfect mindset considering that my parents were out of town. My mind was clear and I had no obligations for the next day. However, Cheese was hesitant to indulge because he had work in the morning. I practically bugged him into taking it because I did not want to trip alone.
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Time:0:00 We both took a hit knowing that the doses were powerful. We waited for a while and smoked some pot with my other friend's mother. We listened to Tom Petty and Bob Dylan for a while, smoking some delicious headies.
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Time:0:45 About forty-five minutes in, I started to feel light and giddy. Chills ascended up my spine and my brain started to tingle. We waited and waited for the doses to kick and finally they did. Both Cheese and I experienced interesting visuals over everything we looked at, giggling and screaming with laughter the entire night. Everything was going great, like every acid trip until...
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Time: 4:30 About four and a half hours into the trip, I busted out some Salvia 35X. I had never mixed the two before, and was extremely hesitant to do so because I knew it would be mindblowing. I knew it would either make my trip more enjoyable or more frightening. After debating and getting distracted by the acid for about 30 minutes, I packed up two seperate bowls of Salvia. Neither Cheese nor I wished to go first so we decided to rip it at the same time. We both exhaled, then inhaled as we torched the fuck out of the salvia. I started counting to 30 and placed my cashed bowl on the TV stand. It seemed like nothing was happening but then BAM! I started getting sucked off the bed and on to the ground. I was gripping the blankets and the mattress for dear life when all of the sudden, I fused together with the bed. Then, I became a blanket. Our observer said we became extremely spaced out and silent, sparsely saying a word. I physically could not talk. Our sitters would ask us questions and I could not understand the alien (human) language they were speaking. The words that rarely escaped our mouths were, 'Oh fuck,' and 'Holy Shit.'
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Suddenly, everything was transformed and gravity was pulling my body in a vortex. I physically felt myself being ripped into a kaleidoscopic funnel and it hurt. It felt as if my skin was splitting and I only existed as a skinny portion of human chunk. I would try to move, and it would almost be that I would fall into a predetermined place, only to realize that Salvia is not a drug, but a force of extreme power and push. Utterly frightened, I forgot that I had hit Salvia. I thought that I was dead and I saw my entire family saddened by my death. My soul moved out of the back of my head, through the ceiling, and into another voidful dimension. I existed as nothing for what felt like eternity. I was thinking, 'Why am I so stupid to mess with both of these powerful hallucinogens!?' Before hitting the pipe, I knew that this experience could lead to heaven or hell. I knew this experience would show me the depths of my brain that have never been observed before. I can not describe the many parts of this trip because it was too confusing and horrifying.
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When I started to sober up, my ego had been shattered. I felt scared shitless and paranoid and I wanted to smoke a ciggarette. No previous salvia experience had affected my mind this much and I was shocked by the synergestic effects of both the LSD and the Salvia. I did not talk for about 10 minutes after I sobered up. I did not feel like it. All that I knew was that I had just been ripped apart in a spiralistic motion and that Salvia is the most intense drug I had ever tried. I started thinking, and analyzing my trip, and slowly I began to laugh about how incredibly ridiculous the experience was. I began to theorize how my brain can stimulate such incredible feelings, emotions, and thoughts. Surprisingly, me and Cheese discussed our experiences and they were remarkably similar to each other. This amazed us, possibly because the acid was still going strong.
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The rest of the night was spent in close company of good friends, laughing, joking, and being ridiculously spun. I began to appreciate the horrifying way of life Salvia had shown me. Overall, I honestly do not know if I will try this again. Maybe, because now I know what to prepare for.<!-- End Body -->
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Part One: LSD
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It was 11 AM on a clear summer weekday morning, and I had arrived at my friend's house, J, to experience LSD for the first time. I arrived and awoke him, quickly he got dressed and placed two blotters I provided in his mouth. I placed three in my own. Then we gathered our things, filled a bottle of water, notified J's mom we were going to go trip in his backyard and left his house into the wild unknown.
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J's backyard is massive, acres of beautiful meadow and forest. We traveled far back before we reached an area to our liking. It was covered in dirts and looked like it might soon be developed for housing yet it was completely secluded. Already we were feeling a steady happiness growing within us. Everything was perfect and all was good.
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We ventured further back and found what seemed to be a demolished house. There was brick and tile and insulation everywhere. It was like heaven, everything in the ruins was fascinating. J kept picking up pieces of debri and shouting 'What IS THIS!' then he would drop it up and pick up something else and repeat the question. A physical high was growing in me. It was like a slight pressure in my stomach and in my head that made me feel like I was floating. It was very pleasant. However it made me feel like sitting when I was up, and stand when I was sitting.
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Some hours had passed and I was nervous that I wasn't getting any higher. This wasn't as intense as I had expected, and I hadn't gotten any visuals. Me and J decided to sit in a mound of dirt in what we would later conclude was the start of our peak. I was fascinated by everything. I could stare at a stone and it could tell me a story, I could get lost in anything. I could see much better now, colors and contrast had increased. Jack was flexing his hand, I looked and I saw the veins in his hand move and change color from red to green to blue. I was delighted. I pulled out some portable speakers and played Terrapin Station by Grateful Dead. We sat and listened and observed. Everything was so dreamlike and heavenly. I could now look at the ground and see it sway from side to side, and yet I could think perfectly clearly, and the trip itself didn't seem to intense. I was having trouble communicating, but I could still think completely rationally, Nothing like the mindfuck that usually strikes me with mushrooms.
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We decided to head back to Jack's house. Jack was disappointed with the lack of power in our trip. I agreed and we head back. We passed a field of purple flowers in a green meadow. The two plants contrasted incredibly, it was beautiful, we stood and soaked it all in. Back at the house my visuals had grown strong, yet the physical high had seemingly died down, or I grew used to it. I stared at black and white portraits of J's family, the people inside moved and faded and swayed, as if they were alive. It was amazing. A certain portrait of an old woman morphed making her face seem evil and sinister. I was delighted once again.
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I lay in J's bed and he played the guitar. I watched the carpet in his room wriggle like worms, struggling to climb the walls. It looked as if thousands of microscopic bugs swam inside the wood grains of his floor. Everything I looked at swayed and ran like water. And yet our trip was coming to an early disappointing end. So we made plans to leave and meet people elsewhere. We organized a ride, and by the time we had left my visuals were almost completely gone, and I was seemingly sober in a small after-acid drugged faze.
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Part Two: 2C-I
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Me and J met up with our friend D, who drove us down to meet a bunch of other kids I had never met before. These other kids alerted us that they could get us a new drug called 2C-I for 10-15$ a vial, one vial being a 9-11 hour trip. It sounded too good to be true, and before we knew it we were on our way to pick up the wonder-drug. The problem was we were only able to pick up two vials, and there was five of us. Me and D were decided to take the vials because we payed the most money, everyone else picked up some amazing ecstasy beans that the same dealer who sold the 2C-I pressed in his house. I had a vial, it tasted like very metallic water. D had a vial and a bean and everyone else either had a bean or two.
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Then things got interesting. Walking around looking for a place to go we ran into another kid who others knew, we'll call him G. G told us we should all chill and go hang out at some kid, L's, place. We called L, who I also didn't know, I only knew J and D, and soon we were walking to his house. When I met L, I knew we were going to have an interesting time. L was black, and gay, and apparently a wizard. He had a magic stick and was said to cast spells on people. Also, he lived in a haunted house. The atmosphere was incredible, there was something about that house that was powerful. I felt from the start, and maybe it was that sub-conscious thought that would majorly affect my trip later that night.
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It had been almost an hour and a half since I drank the 2C-I and I still felt nothing. I was getting worried that the acid might have had a counter-tolerance with the 2C-I. D was starting to trip, but he was also beginning to roll on the e. He told everyone he was starting to see funny lights, and I got even more worried because I had not began to trip. But that would change.
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We all went into L's basement to smoke a blunt G would provide. G was a funny guy, but he was also a superb blunt roller. I took about 3 good hits and was sufficiently high. So was everyone else. 'I'm stupid' said L 'Wait... why did I just say that?'. I didn't know L, but he was funny, even though he might have been a wizard, he would crack a joke once and awhile. The blunt was getting around and then that marijuana did something unexpected to those who had taken the 2C-I.
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'Wait!' D shouted as I took the blunt for a hit. 'Somethings not right here!' There was a look of sheer terror in his eyes. He grabbed my arm helplessly before yelling 'I've got to get out of here!' and heading for the door. J was after him in a second, I stayed with everyone else. I told them all D has been known to have bad trips like this, which was true, his first acid trip was a terrible trip of screaming and flailing. We finished the blunt and decided to go outside with D to calm down. We all stood outside and smoked some bowls. Thats when it suddenly hit me, my acid visuals were back and strong. The grass wriggled like snakes and cracks in the road swayed and pooled out colored water. I told everyone, and was happy to realize the 2C-I was in fact going to kick in. We all then decided to go walk to see G's pot plants that he was growing in some secluded area behind an apartment complex.
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We began our walk and my visuals grew. Hundreds of small animals crawled through the roads. Fish, rats, snakes, worms. Shadowy wriggling shapes of animals slithering in unison between the streets. The cracks in streets would change color and glow. I noticed a definite color combination in my hallucinations: purple, red and some green. These colors would blur together and form everything I saw. D was still having a tough time. We would be walking when suddenly he would stop. 'Is this everlasting?' He said. staring down a street. We would have to keep coaxing him to move when he would panic and stop. I don't know what caused his bad trip, I myself was seeing incredible visuals, but there was no real other aspect of the drug that was there (physical high, confusion) but this may have been because I was already so high.
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We got to the apartment complex, and I decided to stay with D and J because D was too upset to journey back into the woods to see the plants. We talked to him to keep him from panicking. I told him 'Just look as everything as Good, because you know nothing bad can possibly happen because your just tripping. Just ride everything out.' This seemed to calm him. I looked at streetlights. The lawn beneath them rolled like waves.
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Soon the others came back, and we decided to head back to L's house. This is where my trip began getting crazy. We passed a window, and suddenly everyone stopped and stared in. Somebody gaped 'What the FUCK IS THAT'. I looked inside. There was a light blue light ever so lightly flickering, in front of the window with it's back turned to us was what appeared to be a naked woman. Except she was completely white. She swayed back and forth slightly. 'Is that thing ALIVE?' I was scared shitless, and yet I was calm, the 2C-I made me more happy then it made me panic it seemed. Soon we were all running back to L's house top speed. We were all laughing and scared shitless at the same time. 'It's the fucking house!' somebody shouted 'It's going to haunt us for the night!'
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Soon we were back at L's house, and my visuals were strong. I looked at some portraits on the wall, the faces oozed our like they were melting. We were all getting into a deep meaningful discussion on life and existence. It was about the belief in eternal-connectivity, everything and nothing, stuff I love to talk about and am fascinated by, however I was too into my trip to talk. I listened and let what I heard play out in the visuals I was seeing. The carpet was alive and crawling.
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Now L was doing this thing over the course of the night where would pretend he was possessed or some shit. His eyes would roll in the back of his head and he'd shake and murmur. It got the reaction he'd want and we'd all be scared until he snapped out of it. Its important to note he was doing this frequently. One of the times he was doing it a sudden screech came from the opposite side of the house, instantly everyone was dead quiet. D was freaking out, so were a couple of the other people. I was not, by now I had come to full understanding this trip experience was good and nothing bad could happen. We all listened, but no other noise happened, just the ceiling fan shaking and squeaking. At this time L went into one of his trance/possesion seizure freakouts and everyone was watching him.
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At this time I peaked, and experienced my first vivid hallucination. I was staring at L as he shook, and slowly he began to morph. He was becoming a gigantic purple spirit. He had spikes running down his back, and grew about three times his size. He radiated purple light, and he turned to look at me with massive red eyes. The eyes were beautiful. The spirit was friendly, I was sure of it. The way it looked at me was a gesture of goodness, maybe even protecting me. I was scared, but not worried, I was more delighted because at the same time I knew I must be hallucinating from the drug. When at last I could no longer take it I turned away. And when I looked back L was himself again. Never before had I been more convinced I had actually come in contact with something so powerful.
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From that point, my trip ever so slowly declined. My visuals still ran strong, but never again to the point of seeing something so vivid. A few hours after I peaked G pointed at what appeared to be black handprint/scratch marks on the ceiling. 'They're spreading!' he shouted, and ran outside screaming. We were again scared shitless. We already knew the marks were there, as we knew the house was haunted, but never before were we more convinced.
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Soon after me J and D decided it was time to head home. They had work in the morning and it was almost 5 am. We started the long walk home and it wasn't until 9 am that we got back to J's. My legs ached and my visuals were almost to a complete minimum. When we got there I touched J's bed and instantly crashed. The day was over.
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I hope to try both psychedelics again as I came out with incredibly positive reactions from both. Next time I'd like to do more/get better acid so I can experience a more intense trip, and I'd absolutely love to do 2C-I again. Both had a wonderful euphoria and spiritual aspect, and provided an incredible experience I'll remember for a lifetime.<!-- End Body -->
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I would definitely classify this a Glowing Experience. The best, and most fulfilling trip (or experience thereof) of my life.
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I spent the previous day with an old friend of mine whom I'd recently randomly come back into contact with, in a neighboring city to ours, at his friends' house. I went because I wanted Acid, they went because they wanted to visit their friends. They sat and drank and we all talked and smoked, and around 10:30pm we finally left, but we went to the store so they could go shopping for some food for their house. This took, literally, until 1:30am to complete. Me and my friend sat outside while his sister waddled around the store. Eventually we left and I got home at about 2:30, and had to bring my mom to work at 4. I FINALLY got home and took the Acid, 1.5 hits, at 4:51am. As I sat there I smoked a couple joints and didn't expect much at all.
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Little did I know it would turn out to be the most confounding time of my entire life. I sat at my computer, in my basement bedroom waiting for it to come on and it started to, and I was freaked out because it was only a hit and a half and I didn't expect anything. As soon it started getting intense and I decided to stop sitting at my computer and do something real, my electricity phased out and off, came back when I said 'THE FUCK!??!' and phased out and off again. This confused the hell out of me and I asked my dad what was going on, he was in the shower and said 'I dunno, but I just about didn't have enough water to get the shit out of my hair!' and I went downstairs and sat in my room in the dark, wigging out at the sound of my dad walking on the wooden floor above me until he finally left for work.
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I went outside and stared at the beautiful forest that is my yard. It was fucking perplexingly strange and new. The entire scene would (obviously, on acid) repeatedly meld together in a fractal pattern and begin to melt away in pieces leaving fluorescent purple behind it. I started getting scared and worried that I'd have a 'bad trip' and began calling my friend J, and even his ex-girlfriend, to come pick me up so I could ride this out at his house. He's sort of my trip mentor. We've had innumerable DXM trips together, he's done a thousand times more drugs than me, and my first LSD trip was with him. I soon regretted flipping out and calling for help after I relaxed some, and sent them text messages saying 'ok nm the flipping out thing, I'm fine, sorry..'
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My thought processes are indescribable at this point, but as I convinced myself to stop being scared of what was going on, I got really horny for no obvious reason.
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I went in my room and took care of myself and had a MIND SHATTERING orgasm and laid in my bed and shuttered for about fifteen minutes. So I did it again. Same results. Won't go into too much detail, other than to say that the post-orgasm shutter was a fantastic world of fluttering electric blues in beautiful open space.
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I went to the bathroom and was thinking about how I'm always so concerned with the fact that I'm alone and wish I 'had somebody', and how paradoxically happy I make myself and how no one has ever been as nice and caring to me as I have. I fell in love with myself. Not in an egotistical way, but I did. I got off the pot and the thought I had while rising that I finished saying to myself as soon as I was in front of the mirror was 'Of course it's you, who would it possibly be but you?'
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I looked in the mirror and at the exact moment that I thought that and saw myself, the power phased back on. I smiled a huge smile and realized how much I love myself. I saw myself as an adult for the first time (I'm twenty), rather than the childlike unsatisfying face I normally find in the mirror. I talked to myself for a while about the good times I've had, how I know everything I've ever done, embarrassing or otherwise, and didn't hold any of it against me.
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I took a shower because I just came on myself twice and it was beginning to become unpleasant and dry. Obviously the most amazing shower of my life, it was unbelievably intense. I spent about half an hour washing myself and wallowing in the absolute phantasm of water cleanliness overwhelming echoing pixelated angelic sound smell site etcetera.
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It was now daytime, early pre-noon. The sun was glowing beautifully and each clouds above me looked like the faces of thousands of gods melded together into one enormous Godhead. I brought my computer out with me, plus some speakers. I listened to a little Sonic Youth, then some Mars Volta, and then decided to put on my favorite Trance album, Paul Oakenfold's 'Voyage Into Trance'. Regardless of his mainstream success, some of his albums are absolutely perfectly mixed. I did some Likwid Dancing as the PsyTrance set the mood for it, and was successful for the first time.
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I found one of my dog's toys with a ball on one end of a fore-arm length rope, and decided to do some Poi. I watched myself in the window and was amazed at my ability to do this to my impression. I'm never satisfied with my own poi or dancing or anything really because I always feel like I'm pretending and just acting like I know what I'm doing, which I usually am. This was different. I knew what I was doing because I could feel what was right for me. I'm practicing Poi heavily now, and plan on learning to skate board, glow stick, likwid dance, and several other flow-related activities. I noticed how healthily skinny I am now, and grew to love my shape/figure, and want to improve it. Part of my new Poi love is for exercising.
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After my parents came home and I hung out and talked with them for a little bit and then went to J's to chill and smoked some weed. I described what'd happened to him, and as he tends to do, he would repeatedly sneak up on me and do Blow-Ups such as blowing Vicks Inhalers in my face, which went all in my eye and mouth, and was surprisingly fascinating on Acid, possibly as great as it is on MDMA. He would randomly hand me things like his old/dead/tied glowsticks to play with, and I did, a lot. I also did a lot more Poi, and we swung a little together, while listening to some stadium techno. I can't remember who, but the song we listened to more than others was 'Raving Shoes'. Normally this type of music (stadium, happy hardcore, candy) doesn't do much for me as hollow as it is, but after having found my Adult Self and finding my own Poi/Dance style, it was extremely liberating and fun. It had been about 11 or 12 hours since I dropped the Acid, but it was certainly still going, as Acid tends to do. As soon as I got stoned again it came on as strong as it had during the beginning of the peak.
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I went home at around 5pm, and finally went to sleep at about 7. I had been up since... I would say 9am the previous day.
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During this trip I realized that the universe really is nothing but duality, and everything that happens can be written in Binary. Every event in universal history can be broken down into 'If Yes, Then No [but eventually yes].' Everything that's ever happened has been 'Yes?' or '1?' coercing 'No.' or '0' to say 'Yes/1' and vice versa. Sex/procreation is 'yes? no. .....yes? ....nnnno. Yes? .....eeeehhhh.... yes. ....Yes!!!', rebellion/government is 'YES!!! NO!!!!!' Life concerning death is 'Yes yes yes yes yes yes [...] No.' water carving out the grand canyon is 'Yes? ....no. No. No. No. A little. More. More. Yes. Yes. Yes.'
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Dec 1, 2007</td><td>Views: 6,678</td></tr>
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This is report of an lsd trip I experienced less then two weeks ago, it was something I had looked forward to for years. I have done magic mushrooms thirteen times and smoked weed for two years and I was looking forward to trying something new for quite a while. Unexpected and by impulse, it finally happened. I am by the way 17 years old, living in the Netherlands.
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A few days before the experience I got a text message from a person I met on a goa trance party once if I wanted to go to a party on the beach at night, also goa. It seemed like a nice idea for me and I decided to ask one of my best friends to come along, she agreed and at 9 in the evening we were on the train. I'll name them Klaus and Maria here (which are not their names), Klaus is the guy I met at a party and Maria would be the good friend. We were just expecting to go to a party and dance and look at the decorations a bit, although I knew that Klaus had done lsd quite a lot of times before, and loads of other drugs, and in the back of my mind I was already expecting it, and kind of hoping as well. When we arrived at the train station of the other place we quickly found Klaus, and decided to go look for the bus. This took ages but isn't relevant to the trip, so I'll skip it.
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When we were on the bus it didn't took long for the conversation to end up on LSD. Klaus mentioned he had a few LSD blotters with him and offered me and Maria to have some as well. That didn't take much doubt from me and also Maria, even though I never expected her to try it, decided she wanted to try some. When we arrived at the beach the sun had already gone down and we went to the place straight away. When we were in the first thing we did was sit down on a nice place on the sand and light a joint. While we were smoking the joint Klaus got out the LSD and told us it’d be good to start with half a hit, these were supposed to be strong blotters so half a hit should still have a decent effect. I put the tiny piece of paper under my toung and decided to try and suck on it, which was suprisingly hard with it being under my toung. I moved it around in my mouth a bit and then finally rested it under my toung where I let it stay for around 15 minutes, by then it had desolved already so I decided it wouldn’t matter if I swallowed the remains.
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Klaus told us it’d take around an hour to come up, and I became extremely impatient. I asked Maria the time every 5 minutes, hoping it’d be midnight, as we took it at eleven. During the wait we decided to get up to buy a drink as we were still sitting at our spot in the sand. Once I got up I noticed a feeling in my brain, like a pressure. It reminded me of the mushroom head feeling although with mushrooms it felt heavier and more annoying, this was kind of a floating feeling as well and I figured it was probably the lsd doing that. I also noticed my speech became a bit confusing, it was slightly harder to say what I want. At this point I looked up at the stars and noticed they started moving around as soon as I focussed on them.
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When inside the building we got the drink and I noticed the place looked kind of strange, I also noticed the people made me uncomfortable, there were just too many of them. It wasn’t enough of a feeling to really be annoying but it was slightly on the negative side. As soon as we got outside again that feeling went away again. We got back to what we thought was the place we sat at before, although that was a hard guess as it was all sand anyway. We sat down again, and I attempted to roll another joint, which was harder then the last time. Still I thought there weren’t any noticable effects, and compared to what was still to come I was right.
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Maria got out her mobile phone and started showing the pictures, I noticed a behavior change in myself because I normally wouldn’t find her phone interesting, yet now it was the most fascinating thing in the area, she showed some pictures and there was a weird incident with a guy suddenly appearing and telling about his tattoo and disappearing as quick as he came. He did that all so fast that I only afterwards even realised there had been a man. At some point, Maria’s phone lost its appeal and we decided to go check the dancing area. We walked up there as soon as we entered the mass of people we had to find the quickest way out, as there were far too many people and we had not enough grip on reality to deal with so many people.
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We ran in and out and went out on the other side of the party. There was a steep stand hill we were stood for a while. The sky had gained a lot of color by this point and it was getting more visually interesting. We sat down there again for a while but we didn’t take the time to actually sit properly as we got up the moment after, I myself felt quite restless at the stage, as if I didn’t have to time to think about the trip in the quite busy surroundings. I asked if Maria and Klaus were up for walking to the sea, as it looked nice from where we were standing. Maria told me it seemed really far which I completely disagreed with at the time. We started walking and even though it wasn’t that far it took us quite long, as we went around the place being fascinated by absolutely anything.
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At this point I wasn’t sure what were visuals and what was part of the nicely decorated area. This was however the point the first visual I remember very clearly sat in. The intire sand was made up of faces, the kind of faces you see on ancient greek sculptures. They looked as real as one can imagine and no matter now close I got to them they wouldn’t go away. This amazed me and filled me with job because I was waiting for visual effect. It seemed like hours but I think it was around five minutes later when we got to the sea. I felt quite euphoric, and talked about how I found LSD so much nicer on the mind then magic mushrooms, I also talked about how I enjoyed the fact I had no physical side effects, except for the feeling in my brain which I grew to like more and more.
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I was feeling better then ever and we were walking along the side of the beach when we suddenly spot a jellyfish. This creature was suddenly one of the most interesting things ever, and we looked at it for a while. Its colouring was quite interesting, although after a few minutes we decided to go back to the dry sand to be able to sit down and roll another joint. We went back to what we thought to be out place and both me and Maria were rolling a joint, after we smoked them we were thinking of the nice place on the other side of the party where we decided to go soon after. All around me in the sand were the faces still and the faces of people I looked at were morphing slightly, making them appear quite ugly, I mostly just found if funny though.
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We got up to the other side again and found a fire hole, although it took us at least 15 minutes to realise it was a fire, Klaus practically climbed inside the fire while Maria and I chose a nice place to sit down. There were lights from the party going across the oposid side of the hole and they became photorealistic faces going over them, but they were faces on faces. When I looked into the fire itself it looked like a strange red wooden industrial building. I wasn’t thinking much but I felt very clear mentally. As I was in a true chain smoking mood I rolled another joint and while smoking that joint the visuals got more intense and even more realistic. Over the sky were now yellow red and green lines, and people had cubes around them in lines of those colours. I was enjoying myself a lot even though I quite ignored the party behind me.
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I’m not sure what drove us but we decided to go to the water again, this time the walk took even longer, but not because the water had drawn back, mostly because were hold up by pretty much everything that wasn’t ordinary sand. We were running around the place as if we were children on a vacation in a type of country they had never seen before. Finally we did actually make it to the water, I noticed the whole sand besides looking like faces, also had beautiful patterns all over it, that had patterns in them and that shined brightly in my eyes. That was nothing compared to the sea itself now. In the time between being at the sea the first time and this time the trip had become a lot more visual. On the thinnest waves I saw beautiful repeating symmetrical patterns that moved away in a fractal kind of shape, I looked at it for what I thought to be ten minutes and told Maria about the beautiful patterns.
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As soon as I mentioned them to her she started seeing them as well. If I looked up at the sky a bit above the sea it had similair patterns but in brighter colours. This was a great moment of the trip mostly because of the amazingly beautiful visuals. Then Klaus said he had found another jellyfish, at this point I remembered what was what we had actually gone back for, to find out jellyfish. After finding one we found a few more and then Klaus realised he had killed one by standing on it. Pieces of jelly were everywhere which kind of destroyed the atmophsere so I asked if they wanted to back yet. Maria who had to go to the bathroom found it a good idea so we went back.
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Once inside again it was weirder then last time, there were so many people, and they all looked so weird. On some mosaice on the wall the patterns were moving in strange ways, which Maria also saw, I later found out everything I focused on would move, but this was the first time I really noticed it. While Maria was at the bathroom me and Klaus noticed it was impossible to tell which colour the floor had, he thought it was orange with green patterns, and I thought red with green patterns, although it was hard to see. We sat down on the floor to take a good look and some stranger asked us if we were looking for something we dropped on the floor. We told him we were tripping, and weren’t looking for anything. He asked us again, with a strangely specific example of what we were supposed to have lost, a lense. We told him again we were on LSD and nót looking for anything, just trying to see what colour the floor had.
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Then Maria came back and told us the floor was red, so we could go outside again. Looking back, it probably was red. This time we decided to steal a windshield for our tiny chill out place, with the windshield it was easier to roll and light joints and it seemed like a sort of nice tent to me, I enjoyed the atmophsere of our tent. The print on the windshield was moving and pulsating as if it were images of a brainscan, I later found out it was a badly painted pineapple, but I thought it were multiply brainscans. I told Maria, who said it wasn’t moving, but when she looked for a while, it was in fact moving. We were talking about clean now, what was really clean and what wasn’t, I decided clean was subjective and did not exist, which is a funny thing for me to say as I actually a fear for contageous illnesses and avoided things like doorknobs or touching public things for years. At this point though, I decided dirty was something people make up, and probably didn’t exist.
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We had some other strange conversations while we noticed the sun was about to come up, the sky had turned a tint lighter, making it very intense middle blue. We wanted to check on the fire again but right when we planned to do that a huge bullzoder came and took out the fire. The music stopped. The party had ended. It was only 4 AM (Yes I write long stories) and we were annoyed by the fact it did as the trip was on its half and we still were planned to dance when there weren’t so many people. The worst part I found that they took out the fire, as it was getting colder now it was so close to dawn. Assuming we were allowed to sit at the place of the party as usual, we stayed. Yet this time, it wasn’t usual, we were told to sit outside the fences marking their terrain. It was hard to listen to the security guy as his faces was changing shape and looked blurry, the rest was sharp though, only his face was really unclear. We did what we were asked nonetheless and moved outside the fences.
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Less then a few minutes later the guy came back telling us we had to walk a hundred meters from there, his face was morphing even more this time, it seemed the more he annoyed me the weirder his face became. We got up and started walking and after around ten twenty meters we figured it was around a hundred and sat down. Within another fifteen minutes all the goa hippies had circled around us in small groups. It was almost daylight now and I noticed if I looked at the sand it started moving. Also there were coloured patterns all over it, again in green yellow and blue. Maria’s face was moving and covered in patterns as well.
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We spent most of the time at that point looking at the visuals and looking at the other people. Even though I hated the fact they ended the party I was in such an euphoric and positive trip I figured it’d be fun anyway, I decided I’d enjoy anything that would happen and I was already quite enjoying it. Klaus was also enjoying it, but Maria, who’s trip was already ending wasn’t that amused. Our eye was caught by a colourful sort of .. weird toy a hippie girl was holding. After staring at the weird object for at least half an hour she walked up to us telling us about it. It was an iron bar with a magnet and it was the most amazing thing ever on that moment. We decided to go sit with her and her friends and for some reason other people followed our example making one central sit place for strangers. The conversations were extremely hilarious and people’s faces were still changing shape for me. I was looking at the patterns in the sand, making them look different by moving the sand and whenever it moved in my vision, I tried to push it back for fun.
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At some point I looked at the sky and there was a small piece of clouds, I couldn’t actually see them as clouds though, they were all faces, beautiful faces, all from the side, except for a few in the middle. They were a lot like the faces on the sand only these were blue. Then the most amazing visual of the trip occured, a part of the cloud became the face of an elderly man who’s eyes lit up orange and shined at me, the sun wasn’t even near those clouds yet so it couldn’t have been the sun, it was a great hallucination. I’m an atheist and a nihilist I didn’t interpretate it as anything else then just a great hallucination. I did tell Maria and Klaus about the visual, but they weren’t lucky enough to get it too.
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More clouds rose to the sky so it became one big faces in the sky party for me, I remember saying ‘everything is faces’ quite a lot. The strangers were drinking wine and talking quite funny, I was on the ground laughing quite a lot. We sat there till 11 PM, and my trip was still subtily going, the sand still had faces, who now all closed their eyes. There was one funny incident when I told Klaus about a funny looking bit of sand. He said it were teeth, and they all became teeth the moment he had said that. I guess that's the way you can kind of control your trip, you can see quite a lot of things on will or based on your personality or people around you.
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On the train journey back Maria was asleep, and I saw dancing people and patterns in the greasestains on the windows. When I got home I stayed up and typed my first (shorter and more confusing) trip report in dutch. Looking back on the trip one thing I find a shame is that it was on a goa party and a beach I had never been before, this made it harder to tell the visuals then a room would have been. Looking back it was quite visual, faces and patterns on everything and quite a lot of things moving, but I know it would’ve been more noticable in for example my own room. LSD seems to be a very mind easy drug, it doesn’t confuse me at all, although I got the amount of curiousity and enthausiasm of a small child.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 63682</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: Dec 6, 2007</td><td>Views: 7,514</td></tr>
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So it tried a candyflip for the first time on Monday and have never tried LSD or MDMA as well. Needless to say I had a hell of a time. I had the most stunning visuals and the trip was a real head fuck but there was still a great deal of euphoria.
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It started out on a Sunday afternoon. I went to my buddies house and told him I would give him 20 so he could get a flap of coke while I went on an acid trip. I know it’s 5 bucks a hit but I wanted acid badly and 10 extra bucks was no biggie. I put the 2 hits on my tongue at 2:30 and held them there for about an hour. Around 3:00 I was already starting to feel strange. I felt really giddy and there was an all around strange feeling like my sense of balance was put off a little. I started to notice detail in everything. I was fascinated by my friends stucco ceiling and kept looking up at it as well as the wood grain patterns on his doors.
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My first visuals were seeing bright reddish pink dots out of the corner of my eye and even more when I looked at wood grain or the stucco ceiling. Soon they were in the center of my vision and were much more noticeable. I see these red dots usually at the begining of a shroom trip as well, on dxm and even on weed once in a while when I'm really ripped. My friend was playing Jedi mind tricks, the volume was turned up and I could feel the soundwaves hitting me. I could feel the raw anger and intensity of his voice hitting me. The music just had much more meaning and intensity.
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The trip really started at 3:30. The ceiling I was starring at in his living room was warping slightly and there was a light purpelish tinge to it. I began seeing the dots grow larger and start to move around along the wood grain when I looked at his door frame. As I breathed it looked like the door frame was growing in and out slightly. When I'd lean in to look closer at the carpet it would almost indent as if I was causing it to happen. When I’d move my head to the left or right when looking up it almost felt like the ceiling was shifting with me. Shadows behind pictures on his wall would appear to grow. I began to notice that the ceiling was morphing more and more bulging in and out all over the place I also noticed 2 dominant colours a green and magenta interchanging with each other while the ceiling was morphing I went up stairs and looked at my pupils which were fucking huge I noticed the walls in the mirror starting to breathe.
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I went back downstairs and began listening to a Pink Floyd album on my ipod (A Saucerful of Secrets, really good on acid). The ceiling was warping with much more intensity almost bubbling. The patterns on his couch were shifting slightly. I looked at a painting across from me, a boy and a dad working on a tractor near a barn. There was a dog as well in the picture. The picture had such intensity the greens on the tree were incredibly vibrant the picture had a shining quality and it would appear to shimmer like a holagaphic image as I moved my head. The trees began to look like they were blowing in the wind.
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The visuals and music were working in perfect synergy I began to wonder if the visuals made the music more intense or if the music made the visuals more intense. My buddy decided to go out and buy a gram of weed and a cap of e instead of blow. We went out to meet the guy I took out another 20 from my bank in case he wanted to get blow later. While outside the snow had a purplish tinge the trees were a bright orange waving slightly as the sun setted. We got back to his place and he asked me if I wanted to candyflip. I was more then willing so he crushed it into 2 lines we each snorted it at about 4:30. I already felt strange within a few minutes the trip felt much more intense more euphoric and my body felt so good in a strange way.
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We decidded to go out and get some blow. I called the dealer on my cell he wouldn’t answer so we called the guy we bought off earlier and decided to buy to more caps. by 5:30 there was a definite mood lift walking felt so good like I was floating and nothing could bring my mood down. I hadn’t really noticed the visuals as I was walking as much almost like I forgot about them. I began to wonder if I sullied the experience by taking e. That notion was quickly thrown out the window when we got to the dealers house. We chilled at his place and railed a pill each. I was noticing the visuals getting much more intense there were roses on his wall that were spinning around growing in and out while the wall bulged in and out. The vines with the roses appeared to be growing as well.
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We decided to peace it and went for a walk to a burger joint. The visuals were only growing in intensity I stopped to look at the trees the branches appeared to be waving like tentacles like the tree was a living entity I was wondering wtf, I asked my friend if the tree was moving he said yes the wind was blowing through it. We arrived at the burger joint and I was definatley peaking the visuals were the most intense. I looked at the tiles and there was awsome floral patterns all over every tile spinning around moving to the next tile all interchanging with each other they began to change to fractals and the floor looked glass while some strange orange textured fluid was flowing underneath the tiles. Again it solidified to a floral texture the lines in the floor began to wave and morph like vines and began to change green and appeared to be growing out. 'Vines I’m seeing fucking vines’ I said. My friend laughed and said 'yeah right' I was absolutley floored by the visuals.
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I decided to head to the washroom I looked in the mirror and was amazed I was absolutley fascinated as I was starring at myself my face had such detail I was gaping in awe with a goofy child like grin on my face with glazed over eyes. I felt as if I was being pulled into the mirror, soon green smokey fractal patterns appeared fairly faintly and began to thicken. Suddenly I heard some strange tribal music in my head like flutes or something the coulors were shifting from orange to green and I was so euphoric. The mirror began to look like it had added depth to it as I was leaning closer to it feeling like I was being pulled in.
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I was so amazed but I decided pull away and to go out and meet my friend before he got worried. We walked to a park and arrived at the pavillion. We smoked a few bowls when we got there and omg the weed brought the trip to a whole new level. Besides the head fuck of acid and visuals as well as the euphoria and energy of MDMA I began feeling very spacey and stoned. I leaned against a wall with my buddy and went into a trance I forgot my friend was there and my thoughts began echoing. I felt like there was nothingness behind me just a balcony I was leaning on. It got to the point where I could imagine myself leaning against the balcony I could see the infinite sea of coulors swirling around behind me. I closed my eyes and I could see myself leaning against the balcony as bright greens oranges and yellows morphed together beautifully. I opened my eyes and decided to turn around to see if this was all real. I turned to my right and for a second it was like I was looking in the mirror seeing my reflection it dawned on me that it was my friend and I finally snapped out of it I remembered I was leaning on a wall.
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We went inside and sat in the lobby the awsome fractal patterns were still on the tiled floor in the pavillion changing coulors. A car had pulled up shining light on the floor for a few seconds the floor glowed in a brilliant bright silver coulor as the fractals moved around, the floor appeared to be encrusted with jewels and diamonds shining brightly. I was absolutley floored and thought it was absolutley the most beautiful shit I had ever seen. It quickly dissapeared but returned when ever a car would pull out. We decided to peace it and I began walking home. I saw fractal patterns all over the sidewalks the snow shimmered and glowed with beautiful intensity. I went into a deep train of thought and wondered the neighborhood on an acid trip for a good 2 hours. I must of looked stupid because every couple of minutes I would have to stop and appreciate the visuals I would literally stand in the middle of the street or sidewalk looking at random things watching them morph for a good 5 minutes each time. I turned on dark side of the moon and it was wonderful as always.
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I began to think of how materialistic we really were and how people would go out on Boxing Day which was that day and buy shit they didn't need just for a feeling of empowerment. I began to realize how primitive it really was. It was just away for us as humans to gain status just as animals would in a primitive way. I realized we really are animals. I thought of how maybe I was itemizing drugs taking them just for the hell of it. And even intense beautiful music like Pink Floyd was materialistic. I didn’t see it as an art form just because it was on an ipod. I really loathed the freaking thing. But it dawned on me that music was art and it didn’t matter what medium it was in it was still music and still an art. It just came from some where different whether it was a cd, cassette, record, mp3 it was still music.
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I realized how surreal the visuals really were I likened it to surreal art like Picasso and Salvador Dali even wierd shit I created. I wondered how we could come up with stuff like this. I wondered if art as well as my psychdellic mindstate were just parts of the primitive brain that would manifest itself once in a while. Whether it was art, a trip, or a dream it would come out in some way. I realized we could not be like this all the time we would go insane and eventually be driven to suicide from such a chaotic mindstate. As creative and philosophical as you are on this stuff we are not meant to function like this all the time. This mindstate is only meant to manifest itself through various mediums. Too much of anything could be bad. It’s essentially here for occasional use.
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As I walked around, I closed my eyes and got stunning visuals. I opened my eyes I realized the sky was clear I looked up and my cev's were projected on the dark sky there were wonderful blobs of coulor all over the sky red, orange, purple, and green every imaginable colour, as well as the bright pink dots every where. The stars began moving around growing and moving in and out slightly I noticed fractal patterns and the blobs of coulor looked like distant galaxies and nebula it was so stunning. And it got to the point where the visuals were imposible to differentiate from the sky itself. I sat down on a bench in a park and noticed trees blending together in the background with the most fluid motion, branches moving like a living organism intertwinning with each other, it began to look like they were bleeding together. I looked at the snow and it had a lumpy texture the snow began moving and looked like worms inching across the park.
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I decided to walk home as I did I noticed a tree that stuck out I focused on it with intensity the patterns of the bark moved around I noticed details and every individual branch and twig. The red/pink dots began to move along the bark almost as if they were swimming faster and faster fast enough to start making lines which connected together. I noticed the tree as a whole and I swear to god it was covered in red lines moving and pulsing. They appeared to be veins. I looked at other trees and they had the wonderful veins too.
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I got home and managed to slip by the rents. I went to bed pulled the blanket over me and was swallowed in a sea of awsome visuals and patterns. I could feel my self open and close my eyes but the visuals remained as I was in complete darkness under the covers. One last time I looked out the window the garage appeared to be breathing growing in and out slightly as the window on it shifted from left to right. The garage walls rippled. I watched this in awe for a half hour and eventually returned to my closed eye visuals. The last thought I remember was how we were primitive but how we had the ability to question existence and life itself. And form religions and feel love and hate. I thought of how we always strived for meaning in our life. I saw this as a curse and thought maybe we were the only one of our kind with this burden. Would we be happier in such blissful ignorance. I eventually drifted off to a dreamless sleep (those are the ones I hate).
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Needless to say I had a blast. I noticed acid visuals have alot more patterning to it and detail in the visuals. Mushroom visuals are a bit more fluid and things are able to blend together smoothly. Not to say there wasn’t any fluid like visuals with acid.<!-- End Body -->
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Before this experience, I thought I had tripped before. I had taken acid once, but only one hit. Just enough to make things breathe and pulse, and colors stand out for a while. I had also taken mushrooms, which caused me to feel like a crab on the beach and turned sand into fire, but the hallucinations were still mild. I was on just under an 8th, barely anything by my newfound standards.
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Just to give some background on my other drug experiences, at age 17 I've been smoking weed multiple times a day for two or three years, I have done quite a bit of nitrous oxide (I used to do a box to the face in one sitting on a regular basis), I greatly enjoy real wormwood Absinthe (which my friend imports directly from the Czech Republic) and I've been known to binge on cocaine occasionally, though never enough to cross into the frightening realm of addiction.
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Unlike many other young drug users, I do not take drugs to escape from a shitty reality, or to get as loaded as possible, or because everyone else does it. I just consider myself somewhat of a psychonaut. I am a very happy person by nature, and I am just as content to be sober as to be twisted. I am simply fascinated by the world of drugs, and the only possible way to explore this fascination is to take drugs myself. I am my own lab rat. I love it that you can temporarily change your brain chemistry to experience the world in new ways. I parallel my drug use with taking a trip to the amusement park or the movies. It's just another mentally engaging activity. Anyway...on to the trip.
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One night, I was with three friends and we had talked about procuring some acid. My friend A, the most experienced tripper of the group, warned us that this was very strong acid and that we should be mentally prepared for quite a trip. I knew to trust him, because I had seen a couple of dudes on this stuff a week earlier, and they were hilarious. One guy basically lost the ability to speak English and stood in the middle of the sidewalk in New York City chugging a 40 of Budweiser while people stared and laughed at him. My other two friends had never tripped on anything before.
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I decided that I wanted to lose my mind for the night, after all I was with good friends who I know and trust and we had plans to go to A's house, one of my favorite places in the whole world. His basement is incredibly tranquil, comfortable, decorated with all kinds of trippy shit, and most importantly safe from any unwanted interferences. So I agreed, and before we knew it it was 9 PM and the sheets were on our tongues, with the most powerful drug I have ever experienced seeping into our bodies. It took forever to kick in, so of course we had no option but to smoke a whole bunch of reefer during the waiting period.
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For about an hour, I was just stoned. Then, after about an hour and a half, things started getting a bit weird. We went into my friend's apartment building to take a piss, and I remember the distinct sensation of walking into a castle. I could feel the castle above us, surrounding us. Then we went outside to roll a blunt. The acid was just barely starting to kick in. It was coming in waves. The sky appeared to be rolling and buildings started to sway, but then it would stop for a few minutes. My friends were feeling it too. They were all giggling like first-time stoners and no one could roll the blunt. Finally someone managed to twist a decent blunt so we left the spot we were in and moved to one of our favorite smoking spots, a secluded garden in a nearby apartment complex. I had been to this place a million times, yet I couldn't find my way around. Everything looked like everything else. We stumbled around like drunkards for a few minutes, weaving into a spot and then realizing it was a dead end instead of the path we hallucinated. I saw the same dumpster in a few places. Every time I turned my head, there was the dumpster. This was starting to flip me out, but luckily we found a spot to sit and smoke.
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Up until this point, I wasn't experiencing anything new. Mild hallucinations and disorientation were familiar to me. I thought I was as twisted as I was gonna get that night. Boy, was I wrong as shit. After we burned the blunt, A went to go for a walk around the garden while B and C (and a few other friends) stayed on the bench. Now the weed was working hard, and amplifying the acid. My sense of the environment went from being a bit messed up to completely fucked in a million different directions, and I was finding it hard to speak comprehensibly. So I told A 'I'm just gonna run back, that’ll feel good', and that's when I started truly tripping in the most intense fashion.
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As I was running, I had a shred of reality to grasp onto. I knew that I was going to where my friends were. But when I got there, It didn’t feel like I had gone anywhere at all. I knew I ran, and I knew that as I was running the world whizzed by like a tunnel around me, yet there was no sensation whatsoever of having traveled. My sense of space and time was completely gone. I noticed a distinct shift in the world from being in my head to being in front of me, like a movie. Instead of living in the world, I was being shown the world. It was at this point that my mind told me I had left the planet. 'No more waves, motherfucker. You've departed for good.' The acid told me that I didn't run from one place to another, but I ran away from the world as I knew it.
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I was scared at first, but I immediately accepted my state and began to enjoy it. All of us somehow communicated to each other that we were tripping hard and that we should get out of the public streets of Manhattan and travel to the sanctuary of A's crib. Although I couldn't make out what was around me, I knew the general direction of the train that we had to take, so we headed that way. At this point intense visuals started on the journey. We walked in front of a large group of tourists, and as we crossed paths they seemed to merge into one another before blosoming outwards into a floral pattern. In other words, the group became like a print on a bandana. Blocks kept repeating themselves, so that even though I knew we were going the right way, I had no sense of how far we were.
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Bubbles started floating through the fabric of space-time and popping in front of my face. I almost walked right in front of a car. We made it onto the train platform and began to truly accept how twisted everything was, and that we would be in this state for quite a while. It is important to note that at this point, all four of us began feeling like one person. This ESP lasted for the rest of the night and afterwards we all told each other that it felt like we were on the same trip. We all recalled how on the come-up, we kept thinking, 'allright this is IT, we can't GET any more insane', but then we kept going and going and going. Anyway back to the train, the platform kept growing away from us, and people who were in fact very far away seemed as though they were right next to us. The train finally came, and we sat down.
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After the first stop, a cop walked onto the train and stood right next to us. At this point we were tripping so hard that any conversation would have given us away immediately, so I made it clear that we should be silent by putting on my headphones. The others agreed with me psychically (strong ESP between us at this point). No point in being paranoid when you can just be silent. I was surprised, however, to hear my friends making a commotion, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I saw a million cops on the train coming to arrest us. But when I looked over, my friends were as silent as me, and there was only one cop who didn't notice us at all. Every time I looked away, this scene repeated itself. I decided to keep my eyes closed.
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Closed eye visuals were amazing. The train was a submarine, everything was submerged. I opened my eyes again and the floor of the train flowed like water. I was listening to a song that I know very well by Mastodon, but it sounded different. It was playing slowly, and I could physically see the waves of the watery train plod along like molasses to the music. The vocals were flanged and the bass rattled. The visuals were pretty damn crazy, but as a musician, the auditory hallucinations were fucking INTENSE. As soon as I began really enjoying this scenario, we had to change trains. Oddly enough we had no trouble finding the second train, even in our completely twisted state.
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In the station on the way, I heard by friend B say something like 'Everyone has to do this.' I don't know if he really said it or if it was in my head, but I completely agreed and I had my first true revelation of the evening. I used to think Tim Leary was full of shit. I used to think that anyone who says they have spiritual and life-changing revelations on acid is simply justifying their use of a recreational drug. As I was tripping intensely, however, I realised that acid is much more than a recreational drug. Sure, it was enjoyable as hell to me, but I had important realizations that night which have stuck with me since and will forever. B was right. Everyone should see how malleable our world is in order to appreciate the world as we know it. We have to experience our perception being completely torn apart and rearranging the world into a giant slideshow of our subconscious in order to truly see, know, and feel the way we perceive the world. I finally began to see where all those hippies were coming from.
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We got off the second train, in Queens, and walked to A's house. A church appeared on every corner on the way. When we got down into the sanctuary of his basement, all at once we exclaimed 'WE'RE SAFE'. There was a tremendous feeling of high spirit and gratitude. Not to mention we were still tripping BALLS. I guess it had only been two hours since we dosed but we had no time perception whatsoever. A informed us that we were still coming up. I believed him. The hallucinations were getting much more visual, and much more pronounced. But they were also getting much more pleasurable. At this point we transitioned from the 'what the fuck is going on, profound spiritual revelation' phase to the 'kaleidoscope eyes' phase. Instead of the all around mindfuck I had experienced on the journey, my mind was at ease, churning out beautiful image after beautiful image everywhere I looked. The trip had hit full stride. This is when my point of view shifted completely. So here goes, my best interpretation of it:
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'A says 'We have to come down off this acid!' before promptly taking the form of a giant chameleon. I disagree. We have to be like this for while. We sit down in silence, I keep my mouth closed but I can feel a cheshire grin spread across my face. Goddamn this is silly. No, wacky! That's the perfect term. I'm wacky on acid, and that's why I sprout this wacky fake grin that only I can feel. I look at a painting of mermaids on the wall. They're trying to do something, to get something accomplished. I see them move, and communicate in their fully animated underwater world. The king is angry with his daughters, who are swimming in circles under his feet, in and out of a giant shipwreck. They try to climb the giant anchor in the middle but they slide back down and never get there. The king rises up, but I can see that he is not actually angry. The mermaids are all just enjoying life in their land. Woah! Holy shit! That was awesome! That painting just came to life! I can look at the painting and animate it with my mind.
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I had to share this with my friends. However, acid makes communication difficult. I tell them 'Life is like a TV right now'. They agree with my sentiments exactly. I've hit the nail on the head. Everything we look at is it's own TV show, except nothing sucks! Everything is beautiful if we want it to be. The pink curtains are electric and jump out at me, telling me to party hard. I look at a blue light on the ceiling. It unravels into a line of small dancers, each one sprouting arms and legs out of a dot body with no face and linking up, dancing the can-can. And then one of the most beautiful experiences of my life occurs, an instant classic that I know I'll never forget even as it's happening: I lay down, and I see a layer of roots form out of the pipes on the ceiling. They are growing and growing. Then I feel roots underneath me. They link up with the roots on the ceiling. I am being caressed by a mass of roots in the middle of my friend's basement.
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A and B come back down with food and drinks. They left? I guess their energy was manifested in C who was with me the whole time. Woah. I look at a guitar and it starts to breathe, with cubist patterns dancing a boogie around the fretboard, popping out in different formations, changing with perfect rhythm. I look down at my hands. They wiggle and grow in perfect time, just like the roots, while a section of Bartok's 'Concerto for Orchestra' plays in my head. We decide to step outside to A's private garden.
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Imaginary strobe lights slow the walk down. We make it, and sit down on a bench in the garden. The white flowers are swirling in the moonlight. I look up at the one tall building I can see. A bolt of lighting comes from the building and strikes me in the head. But it feels good! It feels GREAT! Everything is illuminated and buzzing. This acid is electric. I start feeling electricity, seeing it, hearing the word. I feel emotions which don't exist, which are indescribable. Hearing words that don't exist, that I can't communicate.
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We decide to go for a walk. Each block is the same as the last one. We make it to a deli. As I turn down an aisle everything turns red and a comical voice in my head shouts NO. I laugh hysterically and leave the aisle, which must be the wrong one. Navigation is difficult, because everything is in motion. How do people drive on this shit? When I'm on drugs, especially psychedelics, I get this odd sensation where I think it's normal to do anything on drugs, then I find it really puzzling when I think of something that would be impossible to do under the influence of the drug I'm on.
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We leave and go to the river to stare at Manhattan, our home. So alive. Lights blink rhythmically in every building. Cars move. Manhattan is the heart of everything. We try to go back to A's house, but everything is confused. We end up on some block, all alone. This block is thick with energy. We stay in silence. We're still tripping, but we've managed to gain some kind of objective insight into what the hell has been happening to us. Holy shit it's 4 in the morning. We go back to A's and smoke some weed, which was absolutely necessary. The visuals which were slowly fading start to come back, but they're less intense.
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We watch TV, and I confirm that I am truly myself by making jokes about the show like I always do. I can do that, so I'm fine. I realize the whole experience, unlike other drugs, was 100 percent safe. Not at any point did I feel at risk for any kind of damage to my physical or mental health. The only physical side effects that I felt were random muscle twinges. The drug came, and now it's starting to go. At this point we try to sleep, basking in the afterglow of the trip.
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I slept for a couple of hours, and woke up alone at 7:30. I had to leave earlier than the others, who were sound asleep. The afterglow was amazing. I couldn't tell if the acid itself was still affecting me or if I just felt different because my mind was in awe at what it had experienced. Either way, I felt amazing. I was full of euphoric energy, despite the lack of sleep, and I saw new life in everything. I started thinking about myself, and realized that I could do anything I wanted with my life. I saw how much control I had over my circumstances in a way that I never managed to see before. I don't think any old person can just take a few hits of acid and completely change for the better, but personally, I felt I had been through a profound and beneficial life experience.
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I haven't done acid since then, as I don't want to tarnish the experience by turning acid into just another recreational drug like weed. I will probably take it a few more times in my life, but only at points where I feel it is reasonable and my mindset will make the experience helpful. Since my trip I have done mushrooms a few times to have a less intense, more recreational hallucinogenic experience. I have also taken Ecstasy sporadically, which I enjoy but only take on special occasions because I find the feeling of rolling to be completely different every time, and only truly pleasurable in the right situation. Nonetheless, no drug has ever had a profound, awe-inspiring influence on me like that night's acid trip, and I seriously doubt I will ever see such beautiful images again in my entire life. However, I'm content knowing I've seen them once. I think LSD should be made the eighth wonder of the world. A trip into my own mind is more satisfying and marvelous than a trip to any monument.<!-- End Body -->
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It was an ordinary February day, I had a sugar cube hit I’d obtained from my buddy A. I had done acid once prior, and still experienced flashbacks from it, distortions of my visual field, borders and definitions would disappear. I had all but given up on mushrooms, I had done them 5 times and had 5 bad trips, The last 2 times both ending in paranoid breakdowns. I felt I had done something horribly wrong, everyone hated me or was reporting me to the police, I saw girls from past relationships in the mirror looking back at me, but nonetheless I decided to trip one last time.
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Hallucinogenics take a long time to manifest themselves in me, usually a hour and a half to two hours, I had eaten lightly the previous day and had been ingesting Vit C for about a week prior, That’s about all the preparation knowledge I have, but it works for me. About 90 mins after ingestion, I noticed my hands were about 3 times bigger than usual, each finger the size of a whiteboard marker. I closed my eyes, I started falling through blackness, actually being drawn into it, the blackness tore open and revealed a field of red, green and blue stars and planets racing past me, a familiar hallucination that occurs in me on just about any drug, or even if I’m just very tired.
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All sorts of odd sounds seemed to be coming from outside my room, detuned saxophones, people yelling, soft piano lines, then these sounds would slowly fade back to the traffic on the nearby highway, The world outside my window beckoned me, trees moved slowly in my direction, their branches curving around to from ornate designs, I stepped outside to the bluest sky I have ever seen, I lit a cigarette, looking at it and my hand, something seemed amiss, the scene looked very distant. I walked around my neighborhood, feeling very tall when walking downhill and about 6 inches tall when walking uphill.
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When I returned home I was fully tripping, it had been about two and a half hours, After using the bathroom I glanced at my reflection, this is when I completely disconnected, mirrors are usually what grab my attention when tripping and this time was no different. The light was off, so all I saw was a dark figure that seemed to be about fifteen in front of me, The figure was unrecognizable, but as soon as I though that, it became reality and my mind was gone, rather my ego, I wasn’t me, The only thing in existence was this scene of the dark figure lifting its arms, it was in my field of vision but I didn’t feel I was even there, It was just the only thing their, After five minutes of this (or maybe only 2 seconds) I composed myself and turned on the light, My face immediately began to melt, Then my shirt became my old football uniform, complete with shoulder pads, My shirt was black and red, so the uniform was too, unlike the purple one I actually wore when I used to play, Then my reflection became her again, a former girlfriend that I often dream about, I loudly said “No!” and jumped back, shaking my head, I felt exhausted so I lay down.
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I put on my Ipod and lay down listing to radiohead, my ipods white backlight seemed trippy, so I held it up to my face, with a rush my whole consciousness was sucked into the sea of white light, I was in my ipod, Each note making my body jolt with a myriad of tactile sensations, Thom Yorkes voice was fluctuating from fast to slow motion, new parts of the song formed, which I remember, but don’t actually hear when I listen to it now, For another hour I just laid down on my bed immobile, glued to the ground, part of it. Staring at my ceiling, It glowed brilliant White, then faded to Pitch Black, then slowly became nothing. Not Black, Not White, Not Gray, it was just nothing. A sort of transparent indescribable cloud, Kaleidoscopic arrays of color came next.
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I went outside to have another cigarette. I had the quintessential false feeling of sobriety, I wasn’t hallucinating but something just wasn’t right. I sat on a curb at the bottom of my apartment complex, To this day I’m not sure if the next events actually happened. A car pulled up, its owner got out, went over to the lease office, opened the mail slot, looked inside then left, Another car did this, then another, When I predicted that the next car driving by would do the same, it did, two more times. I saw a woman walking on the street, then I would see one of the exact cars that had already passed me, pass me again. I floated home in confused stupor. While trying to sleep I suddenly felt a deep religious conviction, God was talking to me, I felt a massive sensation of guilt for all my past sins and broke into tears, After about an hour I fell asleep after twelve hours of tripping.
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Since then, The world has never been the same, every horizon appears to be painted, with all sorts of specs of light dancing in it. Stationary objects stand out much more, I occasionally experience flashbacks of varying degrees, sometimes a clocks hands disappear, sometimes I mistake a car or bush for a fully formed person, in khakis watching me and smoking a cigarette, I was diagnosed with Persisting Perception Disorder, and Schizotypal Personality Disorder in 2007 and have since ceased the use of hallucinogenics, I still remember the last trip I had though, It was undoubtedly the most profound and mystical experience I have ever had, But if your mind is still clear, and you haven’t tripped yet, remember its not for everyone<!-- End Body -->
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Setting: my familiar, comfortable home, with 2 good, true friends.<br>
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Previous dosing interval: Three weeks<br>
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Dose: 4 Jesus Christ and 4 Hoffman Bicycle Trip. I was told the Jesus Christ was a conservative (minimum) but amazing 150ug each. Hoffmann’s also excellent.<br>
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<span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]</span> <br>
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Quality: Jesus 10 out of 10, Hoffmann 9.25 out of 10<br>
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So, I'll try as best I can to explain something as ethereal as was presented to me. My friends were dosing, and I was the trip-sitting since one guy was taking enough for five people, and the other enough for three. Here is the report that my friend gave me a while after the experience:<br>
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'We were tripping together, when I felt a surge of energy unlike any other. I had to excuse myself, because I had to lie down, everything was too much. So I go into my room, shut the door and the blinds, lie down, and get control of my respiration and heart rate. 'Relax, be the energy, let the river take you...' I was getting these huge rotating, overlapping and flapping arches type visuals, but the auditory vids were just as amazing, as the vids made 'bionic man' type sounds to them as the were going through infinity. As this is going, the experience is becoming more tense, I can feel every cell in my body flying off in a different direction. I'm getting stretched from everywhere so tightly, and the energy vids are showing what I'm feeling, that finally I feel free of my body, and the energy turns to Pure Light. Pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Casually the Light subsides... 'Now that I'm through, I wonder what's next, or is this acid out of gas?' <br>
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'LOL this is some SUPER high-octane dose, mate, I haven’t even started yet...' True enough, I surf through the universe on giant waves of energy, until I am taken to another planet. This planet is so neat, all the aliens are so different, yet the landscape is similar to ours. I stroll around (feels like a stroll, but I'm flying) this planet for a while and observe. Again though, I feel that fission sensation, and the Winds on my cells pulling me Everywhere again. It was building in waves of ecstasy, like an orgasm, until again, I diffuse into the Light... Bathing in the sun... Orgasmic ecstasy...<br>
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I flash out of the Light, and see the universe folding over itself, contorting itself, bending, the power of the energy doing this was Omnipotent. 'I' was less that a particle of dust in a camels nose. I hold on to the only thread of words I could force myself to remember: 'You took acid, don't be scared, when its time, you will be back' I am transported to a new planet. This planet feels much more strange, more alien. And sure enough, these guys were shape-shifting. It's really hard for me to remember/express even 1% of the situation... They look more aggressive, and they stare at me and change shapes in front of my eyes. Not human shape, but fluid, liquid, sinuous electric shapes. They definitely give me the sense that I don't belong there. I will myself away from there, and proceed to fly around the planet, just looking down from away. I hoped the Winds would come take me away from this place... But I didn't wish where to else to take me...<br>
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Again, for the third time, the now familiar cellular-explosion was imminent. I get pulled more and more, till again, the beautiful Light, or God as I came to understand (but this is a whole new story). More beautiful ecstasy... For me its easy to be this calm on these VR environments. People only have bad trips went they fight the acid, or don't accept what they see. Your on a train. It won't stop until it reaches the station, so relax and enjoy the ride.<br>
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This ride took me to a third planet. Here, however, gravity did apply to me, and I was quite heavy. There were these angry, shape-shifting aliens again, and this time they chase me. I start running away, only to see that I too am shape-shifting this time. My leg goes through my chest and turns into an arm, all my arms turn to legs and I run on all fours, shifting and shifting until the aliens catch me. This was Not pleasant. I could feel very malicious intentions from them. They bound me and were getting ready to do who knows what with me. At this point I felt my control of the trip being restricted, so I had to change environments into where I have more control. I convince myself that this is acid, and I can get away.<br>
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I gather all my strength and run out to the main room where my friend and trip sitter were. They were playing 'I had a friend who hung himself' by Primus, and I start yelling 'no one is going to hang themselves in my house! turn that stuff off!!! My sitter immediately turned off the music and started calming me. 'Don't freak out, its only acid, you might think your not here now, but I see you so you must be. Sit down and drink a tea. There's a good bloke.' He then puts on some Hendrix and gets me an ice tea. That brought me so far back to me, it was amazing. I sat on my comfy sofa and I look outside (on a bright summer day) and it was snowing and blizzarding. Yep I think, this is going to be just fine. '<!-- End Body -->
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Alright, now through the past couple years I've been smoking pot, occasionally something else, just once or twice, never really stuck with anything else. About a week ago I had the chance to go to my first festival. I was excited. It had been a very long time since I'd had a vacation and this seemed perfect. When I packed I left my cell phone at home specifically for the reason that when I would wake up with my pants on my head imitating the majestic rabbit I would not have discovered that I smashed my phone for the evils of technology. I had some pretty high expectations.
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I only had about two hours sleep when the day began because I had to work the night before and then was too excited to go to sleep. Then my friend called me, woke me up, helped me get my stuff into the car and we headed off to pick up the rest of our friends. I’ll call these three people Jim, Tony, and Andrea, though those aren’t their real names. It took us about two more hours before we finally set out because we waited for them to get ready which started when we got there, and then we realized how much we forgot to pack. It was about another three hours till we got to the festival. And maybe another half hour or hour before we had everything set up.
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At this point I figure it was somewhere around 4, maybe 5 pm. Time will be completely guesswork in this as I had no watch and there were no clocks. After we set up the tent we set up my hookah and realized we had no water. It was all frozen (never thawed over the entire weekend by the way). We found some guy who had water and invited him back to smoke with us. He left after the bowl was done and then we stayed there smoking until shortly before the sun went down. I was pretty nervous because I’m used to being in a small town where most people would narc, but I tried to push beyond that knowing I was safe there. After all the smoking we walked out to go listen to the bands, and ran into a guy who offered us some more weed. We didn’t buy any of that because our whole group wasn’t together. After we checked out the bands we headed back to get the rest of our people and then back to where we met the guy. Instead we ran into another guy selling dosers. I didn’t know what that meant at first, but Jim told me and then we all decided to get some. We bought two ten-strip gel tabs, one for each pair of us. Then we went back to our tent and now it was time for me to try something new.
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It was my first time doing acid and I was kinda nervous. Especially considering they kept telling me “don’t be scared” not in a calming, everything-will-be-alright way, but in an extremely warning way. Jim told me I’d be fine, just take one hit and things would be pretty good, so I did. They told me to just suck on it for a while and not to swallow it, but after a couple minutes I accidentally swallowed it and then got more worried. They said it was fine though, that I just had to suck the acid off and after that much time I did and it didn’t matter if I swallowed it.
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We smoked another bowl and I was waiting for the trip to start. I’d heard stories of people I know doing acid and then talking to deer sitting in the back of their cars for an hour. I read Marilyn Manson’s biography and the chapter about his acid trip where the ground turned to frogs. I was really psyched up for some freaky stuff. We busted out some glowsticks and things were cool. They asked if I saw traces of it in the air and I didn’t know what to say, because I did a little but I didn’t know if I was supposed to see that normally and this just made it better or if I wasn’t supposed to see it at all normally. I still didn’t know really if I was tripping or not. Then I looked at the tent wall and saw fluorescent lights moving in a paperclip pattern. When I saw this I thought, that’s kinda cool, but this is vacation, it needs to be huge. So I asked Jim for the rest of my half of the acid.
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When we split it up we realized we had an extra two hits so we saved those for the next day and took the rest putting us each at five hits. A couple minutes later we were both staring at one corner of the tent talking about how it seemed to stretch on for about fifty feet. Then I noticed that the glowsticks were the only things in the tent in color. All of our faces, bodies, everything we had in the tent, was all in black and white. I asked the others if it really was, because I didn’t know if that was part of my trip or an effect of the glowsticks. They said it was so I dismissed it, but they were on it too and I read some stuff about acid affecting colorblindness, which I realize is different, but I don’t know.
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Also at some point during this time Tony gave me a Xanax. Anyways, after a while we made a trek to the porto-johns and everybody went but me. I had to go, I just didn’t remember that. Jim and I then headed back to the music. About halfway there I went blind. Well, it wasn’t that I couldn’t see, it was that my mind stopped recognizing anything. I could still see normally, but it was such a mystery that it might as well not have been there. I couldn’t identify anything except Jim and darkness. I stopped and he came back to me and said “Have you seen my friend Spike?” I thought he was joking, but later he told me he really lost me. Everything worked out fine and we continued on to the stage.
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The music was amazing, I had never heard something that sounded so wonderful. I started dancing as best I could. I never dance, or sing, or shout, or anything, I’m very quiet and reserved because I’m very timid. Almost immediately after I started dancing people came up to me looking for cid. I guess I was kinda obvious, but I told them I didn’t have any. Then the band finished their song and everyone cheered. I felt it was something I had to join in on. I really felt the need to cheer. For a moment I thought maybe my cheering would suck, but I did it anyway. I just let loose. I looked at Jim. Half his face was gone. Like a cartoon character in a shadow. It was just completely black and mostly shapeless. I started laughing because I knew this was shaping up to be a hell of a vacation. The band was nearly done when I got nervous again. There were so many people I thought I might be lost. I turned to Jim and asked him if he was Jim and then we left. After later reviewing the band schedule I believe this was at about midnight. He said everything was ok and we headed back to the tent to smoke some more.
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On the way I was stopped by two teenage guys who came up to me and were like “Isn’t that tent amazing? It’s white. And just look at it.” or something like that. They were really into the tent. I admired it along with them. They asked me if I wanted to come back to their tent with them and I said sure. Within the two minutes or so between being lost and now I was completely laid back. I was up for anything. We started heading toward their tent and I heard one of them say something about picking my pocket so I walked back to Jim who was just standing there laughing at me. The other guys seemed kind of disappointed, but I didn’t want to get robbed. Before we got back to the tent I remembered I had to go to the bathroom. So we changed course for the porto-johns again. When we got there, I stopped. Jim assured me that we were at the bathroom, but I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t see the porto-johns anywhere. Giving up on that we finally made our way back to the tent.
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Jim suggested going to bed, but I told him that I couldn’t figure out how pockets work, much less a tent. I was at the time trying to figure out if my hands were in my pockets or not. We decided to go to our hang out area instead and smoke a bowl which was the original plan. Tony and Andrea had disappeared but we knew we’d see them the next day. We didn’t really talk because it was hard to do at this point. We just warmed ourselves with the stove and sat there for a while before heading to the sleeping tent. Also I remember saying “I thought the exit was over there.” pointing to the opposite corner of the exit. I’m still fairly certain it was at one point.
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We got inside, laid down and I couldn’t figure out how to use the covers. I had a sheet on me, laying on top of the sleeping bag instead of in it and I was so cold that I didn’t want to try harder and maybe lose that. We couldn’t sleep at all because we were tripping pretty hard. This was the first I really noticed the visuals since Jim’s face disappeared. There was a medusa on the wall, and a million images going through my head in seconds. We tried to talk, but it felt like our minds were moving too fast for our mouths to keep up, so after about three words we’d lose whatever we were saying. We did manage a few clear statements about how we needed heat and light from no source, how I felt connected to everyone there though I wasn’t sure if I’d actually even met any of them, and that neither of us was clear on whether we’d slept at all.
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I kept thinking about Alaskan sled dogs, how when they’re running a race, they’ll sleep and keep running. I thought maybe it was working in reverse for me. I also thought that by laying down I was giving sleep to others there. It was the only explanation I felt made any sense for why I was so unclear on whether I myself had slept - that we were all contributing to the collective sleep of each other. At one point I remember asking what time it was, but Jim didn’t know so I said “I think it’s two.” for no reason other than it felt like two and we agreed on this. Mostly though, we just kept saying “What is anything?” and “Cold is unhappy.” until we finally got up to go back to the hang out area and warm ourselves with the stove.
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Once there we also picked up the words “hydration” and “food.” Also there was sunlight so light was no longer important enough to mention. I felt very much like a caveman. We tried to make grilled cheese and hot dogs, but weren’t very successful. “Fuck sandwhich” became our new statement for a while as we ate cold hot dogs and plain bread. I was convinced the bread was actually a rabbit because it looked fluffy. When eating a hot dog (sitting in a different seat, though I don’t remember moving) I had to ask what I was eating because it felt like my fingers and I was worried that I would wake up with bloody finger stubs. We tried frying the water bottles so we had something to drink but it didn’t work very well, and before long we had drained the first propane tank for the stove, leaving only one for the next day and a half so we headed to the car for warmth instead. We took a bottle of water and it melted a little, enough for a few swallows. We were all toasty and warm, so we went back to the tent and finally fell asleep.
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When the next day started I felt the most normal I’d ever felt in my life. I walked around the festival like it was my home. I considered all the people my neighbors. I went to a vendor and got some food then headed back to the hang out spot to smoke some more with my friends and take my last hit of acid. This trip was much less than the night before. About the only freaky thing was when the tent would sometimes get really bright and I would think I was in a government testing lab or an igloo. Jim left to do his own thing and I didn’t see him again until very late that night. Tony, Andrea, and I spent the whole day at that spot smoking pot and talking. Not a bad way to spend a day, just not as exciting as the day before.
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We used up the rest of the propane and could have easily froze to death that night I think. I’m surprised we didn’t. At one point we took about six hookah charcoals and lit them in the center of us, but that didn’t really do anything. Jim came back and he and then said he was going to the car for warmth. I wanted to go along, but didn’t for a very long time. It reminded me of a health class video about a guy with hypothermia who thought he could keep himself warm with a lighter instead of fresh clothes or going to his car. It got colder and the rain never let up so eventually we left the area. Tony and Andrea headed back to their tent, and I headed for the car. It wasn’t that comfortable but I got sleep.
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The next day we smoked a bowl, packed up to leave, smoked another bowl and headed home. We all fell asleep on the way, which could have been bad considering Jim was driving, but it worked out fine. I walked in my house and thought, “it’s warm, I have food, I can sleep all day, I wish I was back at the festival.”<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 62449</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Alprazolam (98) : Hangover / Days After (46), First Times (2), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr>
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Before Thursday, I had done LSD 4 times. 2 tabs the first two times, and 1 tab the next couple of times. The tabs around my town are very potent, if you get them from the right places so all you really need is one. After those 4 times, our hook for acid didn't want to deal with it anymore so I couldn't get it. Recently, my friend found a hook for it in the college we go to who had the same type of tabs we were getting before. So I decided I wanted to buy about 20 hits and start selling most of them and figured I could take a couple trips out of it too. <br>
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The first night I get it, which was Thursday, me and my buddy we'll call D decided to ingest it fresh off the sheet. I took two, he took three. We went to a community park and smoked hookah and a bunch of marijuana. This trip was almost pure fun. Never had one like that we're I was just chilling the whole time. We ended up smoking a delicious 3 gram blunt of magical marijuana while overlooking this waterfall. Never done anything so fun with crazy hallucinations. The trip didn't have that big of a mental effect on me because it was just pure fun the whole time. <br>
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After that, I planned on giving myself a few days at least to recover before taking another trip. Unfortunately, 2 nights later I was feeling like a million bucks and my friend (we'll call him M) called and said he was in the mood to trip. I felt like I was so ready for another trip but little did I know. M comes over to my house and it's midnight at this point and I have work at 7 AM. I took it anyway. We both took a tab and a half. M is one of my best friends but he has done a lot of acid, meth, coke, and pretty much everything in his life so he has a lot of psychological problems. After dropping, we bought a sack of marijuana just to lighten up the mood.<br>
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An hour into the trip, I'm already regretting it. Just wondering why I decided to do this again on a completely random night where I had work in the morning. To top that off, M had done meth earlier in the night so while he was tripping, he wouldn't shut the fuck up. We'd keep talking to each other and trying to figure things out but he would start blabbering off about something else that didn't have anything to do with what we were talking about at the time. This started to get really annoying while we were tripping in my house so we decided to take a walk outside to trip. This is where it got really weird and the same things were happening. We kept doing the same thing over and over, arguing in constant repetition about the same things over and over and never figuring anything out. We were mad at each other for a while, which was awful. We were having a bad trip, but we started coming back to normal and figuring things out in our minds. We were finally connecting again like we used to and started having a fun fun comedown.<br>
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I went to work feeling amazing and still had the acid in me. I was able to see into people much more when I was working. I was actually preaching to my employees about how awful the management is at my work and how the place was falling apart. Everybody understood what I was saying and completely agreed. After that, I was still tripped out throughout the day. I went home, did my homework, got a good grade on a quiz, and life was going great. I went to school the next morning and took a lot of notes and did great on a test. When I got home from school, I looked outside and it was such a beautiful day. I always had dreamed of tripping on acid during the day in the nature listening to the Beatles on my iPod just in heaven. I decided to do this indeed. <br>
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<span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note:
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When I got home from school, I dropped two more tabs at the same time, grabbed my iPod, and drove to Blue Sky trail, which is a nice nature spot in my area. I chilled there for a while listening to music just waiting to start feeling the acid. After a couple hours, I start listening to the Beatles out in the open forest just in heaven. I had never actually felt that good in my life before. It was everything I could possibly dream of.<br>
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A few hours later, I had already had my fun with the forest so I decided to switch settings. I called my friend who we'll call T and she said I could come over to her house and chill if I wanted. I'd never been there before and when I got there, it was like heaven. She had a truly hippied out room with Jimi Hendrix posters, Woodstock and peace symbols everywhere, a cool stereo with Pink Floyd playing and all these bright colors and crazy patterns in her bed that I could've stared at for hours, and I did. At this point, I could really feel the acid and it was only going stronger. We started smoking a lot of weed and I'd never felt so high before. Every time I ripped a bowl, I would hallucinate more and more.<br>
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I could feel the mindfuck coming again. I didn't know how strong it was going to be and really underestimated it. T went to do some homework while I was tripping and let me hang out in her room for a while. During this time, there were too many thoughts going on in my head at once. I was trying to make sense of what was going on around me and kept telling myself 'It's just because you're on acid' but it wasn't working. Over and over, I'd get these thoughts in my head and try to make something out of them but they just kept spinning and spinning through my head and I could see the chaos everywhere around me. It started turning into a very uncomfortable world where nothing felt right. It didn't feel like acid anymore, it felt like I was going insane. I'd never went that far into acid and tripped like that. I was getting lost in my thinking over and over again. I thought the peak was over, and T's mom was coming home soon so I decided it would be a good time to leave. I said my farewell and left the coolest room I'd ever seen in my life.<br>
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After that, I went to my car and started driving back home. It was getting to intense though. I thought all these people were honking at me and I felt like everyone was against me. All the cars seemed evil and I was getting overwhelmed. I wasn't straight to drive so I pulled over on a street to just chill for a while. I was by myself and very afraid. Everything around me was staring at me and torturing me. The trees all looked disappointed at me and like they were going to kill me. I'd been seeing crazy visions all night of evil thoughts every time I'd get lost in another pattern of thoughts. I didn't feel right and called my friend 'M' and told him that I really need a friend to help me through what I'm going through. I was stranded on acid and needed someone. Thankfully, he came and picked me up and took me to Denny's. This is when the peak ended. I started coming down but still felt like I was in acid land, and was loving it. Hallucinating like crazy, and everything felt so much more real. I could see what I was tasting and smell what I was seeing. <br>
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That last trip all happened yesterday. The thing I love about acid is it makes me think about what I'm doing with myself. I started thinking about myself a lot at Denny's and decided I'm done with acid. I don't think I could ever take a trip again because my last one was too scary. I would never want those repetitive thoughts coming back to my head. It made me feel like a schizophrenic crazy man. I saw people in my ceiling when I got home and started talking to them. This is a side of me I never want to see again. The lesson I learned from this is that people can't do acid a lot. It really does fuck with my brain and drive me crazy.<br>
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At the same time, I'm glad that I had that trip because it's what I needed to scare me away from acid. I've finally come to accept the fact that LSD does fuck with your head, and I was always in denial of this before. I think LSD is more of a once in a life time thing that most people should experience. It makes me want to be productive and get my life straightened out once I start coming back to reality. I'm not sure how my brain is going to be affected by all my tripping but I know that now is the time to make a change in my life and stop doing drugs. I don't feel nearly as sane as I used to. I look at myself in the mirror now and my pupils are still huge and I just look like shit. I look like a crazy man and I really need to change. I bought the ticket, and I took the ride. I don't know if I regret it yet but I have a feeling that this will benefit me in some ways and damage me in other ways. <br>
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I can still see the acid in everything and I'm not sure if it will ever go away. I think I'll always have the LSD tint in my vision.<!-- End Body -->
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Some background information:
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This past year I have grown more than I ever thought possible, and a big part was due to the expansion of my mind. In justice to that, I’ve tried several new illegal substances, including MDMA, mushrooms, crystal meth, and acid. Now I have a greater understanding of their cultures, but also many new ways to look at the world.
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I have many stories, most of which are probably only interesting to me and the people I've shared them with. Regardless, I wanted to put one in here and I figured my first trip with LSD would be the most beneficial; for you, for me. I do feel that most of the submissions in these vaults are very dry and I don’t believe you could ever explain a drug experience to someone who hasn’t used it before with just the simple words we’re given. Anyway, moving along…
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Thanks to certain movies, music, and common curiosity I had always wanted to try acid. I never really took it seriously though. I thought it would give a nice high, strange and unusual visuals, and frequent use would burn me out, what I can only gather from word of mouth. I did however consider it to be the best thing I could get my hands on, the idea of altering my sight was unimaginable at the time.
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The stuff is hard to come by. I’ve gotten my hopes up more than once and had them shattered. One time I even was tricked with fake sugar cubes. Well, the first day of the new year, 2004, a friend of mine scored a nice sheet of acid. I was so excited! A group of six gathered at my best friend‘s house. Those tripping took at least one hit, some more than others.
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The trip:
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We sat around for a good while, watching a Strawberry Shortcake movie. Though for little children, that show sneaks in some pretty trippy effects, we were all confused on what was actually there and what we were possibly be hallucinating. I had no idea what to expect, so I probably imagined a lot of it.
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We moved into another room and lounged around listening to music, talking, and watching videos on the computer. The ones I remember us seeing were the Rejected video and the music video for Queen’s song, “Bicycle”. None of us were feeling it too much yet, quite some time had passed. I was wondering if that was it?
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Suddenly, I realized everything was really enjoyable. My friends were funny, we all were laughing a lot, and we were bonding. Although the drug modifies most of the normal world, I didn’t notice the change at all for the longest time. Once we all realized something was different and the drug was working, we naturally went about whatever flowed. I started spacing out, conversation was all around me. One person couldn’t stand up straight. It seemed like good times to me. Everyone was happy. A lot of confusion though.
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I was staring at my hand for a while, watching my perspective go back and forth. For a moment my fingers elongated. I was stunned. I broke the other’s conversation, “Wait!…” (Silence). “When did I become ET?” I thought my hand resembled that little alien. I did lots of staring at my thumb nail, bending my thumb forward and back, noticing the amazing change of shape. To this day it still works and I can’t tell if it’s a type of flashback I am having or just some natural kind of trick. It appears my thumb nails expands when I bend it away from me.
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My perspective of the world, and what it had in it was different. People looked like… animals. I can’t explain it, but the basic anatomy and functions we possess seemed so alien and awkward. Everyone’s face and the room were so distorted, kind of like when I daydream and everything looses shape. I looked in the mirror at one point, stood unaware for a bit, lost in the previous moment, until I realized that the misshapen soup of eyes was actually my face. I panicked and looked away. The moment was happy again shortly after that.
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I love to draw, so at one point I was squeezed and twisted between two close walls drawing on a sheet a paper, on the most creative of surfaces; my shoes especially. I drew some of the most lifelike and amazing (cartoon) images, I have it framed now. They all carry a very strange and creepy soulless feel to them. I love it! Ever since then my art has been very expressive, individual, natural, and full of life. Thank you, LSD.
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We started to watch some Powerpuff Girls movie. I never got to see how well that went. I got a phone call, I checked the screen and it was my dad. I'm usually not as messed up as I think I am to others. I talked to him and he told me I’d have to come home that night, I had an appointment early the next day.
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This was great. I was peaking at the most intense trip of my life and I have to go get in a car with my dad and play straight. I was freaking out, I wasn’t supposed to even be at the apartment I was tripping at. It was forbidden. My mind snapped into the most confusing state it’s ever been in. I was worried, terrified there was no way out and that I was going to loose at this game. I remember thinking at the time that my brain had lost all of the instincts and structure of thought that it had carried my entire life. I was constantly trying to rebuild my thinking process to a rational state of thought, but it’d get jumbled and I’d have to start all over again.
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The trip gone bad:
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Two of my friends, a couple, had walked me to a curb where I could get picked up. I kept asking one of them if I was acting okay enough to get in a car with my dad. They assured me that I was going to be good. I didn’t believe them. Mainly because I was watching her right eye trail off her face. That thing was trying to escape I tell you!
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I got in the car, the majority of this day was a haze, but this part is especially hard to remember. I remember thinking I was appearing nice and normal. At one point I felt the urge to scream something about a fence we were passing, but somehow I held it in. Somehow I snapped into some sort of phase where I was still tripping balls but no one could tell.
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We got home and I ran out of the car before the other passengers could get out. Something that wasn’t questioned for some reason. I ran up to my room, avoiding some company that was visiting my house. I ran into my room and laid on my couch. I was extremely confused. I tried calling the place I just left, but that was too confusing for my end of the line and theirs. I was lost, forgotten. I sat there for what seemed like forever, and I really mean that, and nothing seemed possible to do. I thought, I might as well ride this trip out, but even that was hard. I’d lose track of what I was doing and get worried. I turned on the TV. None of the channels had a happy feel. Everything was giving off the wrong vibes. I saw a clip from Pee-Wee’s Playhouse and that was madness.
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Then the worst thing happened. I was on a channel featuring a clip from the remake of the horror movie, The Fly. The scene of a decaying man was so terrifying. I somehow kept it together and changed the channel. Stand up comedy, how could I go wrong with that? Then something, I can’t explain too well, went on. I think the show was on mute because I remember no sound. I think it would’ve been too scary. Well, something about the man’s mouth seemed terrifying. I could hear the mumbling twisted sounds he was making in my head. I had to turn the TV off.
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Much to my disadvantage, I left my CD case at my friends. I had no music. Nothing to calm me. I went into my bathroom and laid in my tub staring at a wall until it all toned down. Eventually, I brought my courage up enough to go to the computer downstairs. I needed to talk to someone. Luckily a friend, who had tried acid before, was on messenger to help me through my trip gone sour. I was very grateful for it. I could barely read the screen though.
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The next thing about that night I remember is getting to sleep surprisingly easy. I woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror. I was still tripping out a little bit! I was aggravated, but still amused. Every time I looked in the mirror for the following month, I could feel something not right. In fact, my eyesight can get sort of distorted and off-skew from time to time ever since then.
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I had to go to that appointment, which was so frightening. A dentist-lady all up in my face with sharp utensils scraping at my mouth while her face went this way and that. I was much more in control of myself though.
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I felt an acid-like vibe every time I smoked marijuana for a while after that day. It took a while for my eyes to go back to (almost) normal again, but I didn’t care. Even though I can still visualize things differently, I welcome it and consider it a part of who I am.<!-- 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: Dec 12, 2007</td><td>Views: 7,793</td></tr>
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It was another steamy summer day in Florida. My good friend Kristin thought it would be fun to drop some LSD. I had expressed my curiosity to her about tripping after hearing her stories about her past experiences. Having known that I was curious, she got us 2 hits of LSD. She convinced me to trip with her and later that night, I had the experience of my life. <br>
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This hits she got were yellow suns. I don't know if this means anything, but I'll never forget them. We dropped early in the evening and thought we should have some dinner before the effects had started in. We went to Applebees and ordered dinner. We couldn't even make it until our entrees arrived. We had to get them to go. We started giggling and couldn't stop. We knew we had to get to a safe place before things were full blown. We drove to my apartment. Dropped off our food. We weren't hungry anymore. Then we proceeded to set off on our adventure. <span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. <a href="/chemicals/show_image.php?i=dmt/dmt_contraindications1.gif">Don't do it!</a>]</span> <br>
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We walked towards downtown over the bridge where it seemed like a million birds flew up out of the water. All the colors were getting very intense. We walked down to the main street of town, no cars can drive on this street, so we forged ahead. There is a slight curvature in the street, but at the time it seemed like we were walking through a half pipe and leaning to left as we walked. <br>
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Street signs began to look crooked, and words were jumbled up on signs. We wanted to be at the beach, but we needed a ride. We walked to our friends apartment and they were more than happy to give us a lift to the beach. We went an sat on these steps that lead to the beach, and then the real fun show began. From our vantage point, you could see the lighthouse, but at this time the lighthouse light stopped spinning and that's when the UFO's came across the water and were hovering out over the dunes. The waves became very linear, and seemed to be breaking on the shore evenly. The sand was moving...Everything seemed very animated, or as if I was watching a film. There were jetties to the right of us and my friend kept saying they looked like some painting...I can't remember the name of it right now. It's too late to call her and ask. <br>
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Then this is when the night sky turned psychedelic...black and white patterns danced across the sky along with waves of color, swirls and stars. I have no idea how much time had past, but I couldn't really speak. Neither could my friend. We manged to say that we both felt like we knew what each other was thinking. We needed to walk more so we head back towards the direction of our apartments. <br>
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My depth perception was off, and I kept ducking. Thinking was going to walk into the tree branches overhead. There were leaves and sticks on the sidewalk that were getting up and walking away. And we both swore we could understand what the frogs were saying that night.<br>
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We walked through some grass to get to another sidewalk and the grass grew up around me. Now we were walking along a major road and their were cars whizzing by. It sounded like they would slow down when they were approaching us, and then speed off. <br>
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We finally reached her apartment, and there was a pool. She wanted to get in the pool. We were so hot from walking. When she got in the pool, her body looked like one of a human fetus with her adult head attached to it. It freaked me out, so I couldn't get in the water. We just hung out for awhile after that. Her boyfriend was there now. He had been following us the whole time. We never knew. He knew we were tripping, and wanted to watch out for us. Another friend showed up and we talked for awhile and I finally was feeling like I had returned to myself, so I walked home. Just two blocks. I couldn't sleep. I ended up lying in bed for 3 hours, then taking a shower and going to work. <br>
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We walked approximately 11 miles that night. The next day, I just couldn't help but look at the world a little differently. I still do.<!-- End Body -->
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This story is the reason I haven't taken drugs for the last four months. I heard that acid was back in the bay area, after a year-long dry spell, so I did some networking and hooked myself up with a couple of doses from different sources. I did the first dose a couple of days prior to the expierance I am about to illustrate, and it didn't do too much for me. The first dose was on chewing gum, a method I had never even heard of before, and for reasons still unknown that may have affected the results of my trip. It was fun, mainly mental, but not the rediculous introspective cinema of the soul I had come to expect from acid. The second trip was something I wouldn't have seen coming I mile away.
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I dropped in the company of a couple friends and several strangers, at a small get together. Almost as soon as the effects started to kick in, almost all the people I knew at the party had to go their sperarate ways, and I was left, tripping, surrounded by people I had never met before. At first, the trip started out exceptionally visual. There were heavy visual distortions, synergesia, audio hallucinations, and physical contact was an almost overpowering carnival of the senses. I settled in to the trip and prepared myself for whatever my mind was about to throw at me.
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About an hour later, once all my friends were gone, and although I was still VERY much intoxicated, it had lost a lot of the awe and majesty. I found myself becoming slightly bored. It was similar to how if I watch the same movie over and over again, even if it's a movie I really like, it never has the same impact as the first time I saw it. I find yourself expecting things, practically quoting the dialog, as I see the same old events unfold. I was sitting in a beanbag chair, watching patterns on the wall swirl around and push the boundaries of the 3rd dimension, all the while thinking that I just as easily could have done anything else with my afternoon.
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'Oh, hey, check it out, the walls are melting agian. Hmmm.'
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I was tripping my ass off, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Sounds were echoing, colors were changing, and yet, in my head it didn't seem like anything so spectacular. It didn't take long for this growing sense of boredom to become an obsession of my tripping mind. After the first couple of hours, I was becoming quite scared that maybe I was stuck in some psychedelic limbo... some state of mind that isn't entertaining, but is still so far from normal that I couldn't just walk away and try to focus on anything real.
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I called my girlfriend, who offered to meet me and keep me company. At this point I was stoic. Just waiting for this to be over with. Then I hear that someone is selling E. I had never taken E before, and it never interested me. But I figured it might be my last hope in regaining some sense of happiness from this trip. (note: never, EVER, make decisions about whether or not to DO drugs, while you're already ON drugs.) I take the E, and everything gets worse.
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I heard that MDMA makes you really happy, and content, and entertained, and connected to people, and all that... no. Not for me anyways. Nothing changed at all. If it wasn't for the fact that everyone ELSE who took it was tripping, I would have thought I had been ripped off. I went another few hours with no effects from the E, and becoming so bored I felt guilty for wasting time. We hung out, we went to the corner store, I tried roller-blading on acid, we smoked some pot. All the while I was fully immersed in this body/vidual trip, but it didn't seem worthwhile. I was taking it for granted somehow. I tried being social, but it was hard to motivate myself. Tripping aside, the situation was pretty awkward to begin with.
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The next day the E really hit me, in the form of a serotonin crash that didn't help my recovering mind. I almost became suicidal. I was thinking about the fact that I just did some of the most powerful psychedelics ever discovered, and in spite of their effects, there was no impact, no value. I had done PLENTY of drugs before that. I had dropped acid several times, done mushrooms, DMT, etc. But this trip showed me that maybe, just maybe, I had seen it all. My mind didn't know what to do with itself under the influence, I wasn't fazed by wild visuals and sensory excitement. Maybe, I had finally burnt out. I told myself then and there that if I was so messed up from drugs that tripping wasn't even fun anymore, I had to lay off. I had to get back in touch with real life before I could start poking it's boundaries. That was 5 months ago, and I haven't tried my luck with any substance since then. After doing every drug available to me for 3 years, I had seen it all, and I don't even feel the need to go back. My trip had ended. I may be done with drugs. Not by choice, but because I've just gotten used to them all, and seen what they had to offer me, and are no longer of any value.<!-- End Body -->
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I've been meaning to write this report for some time. My first experience with LSD was quite literally a profound life changing experience, and I owe my life, at least the life I have now, to it.
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I grew up in an environment I wouldn't exactly call nurturing. After 16 years trapped in a home with a mother diagnosed with borderline personality disorder and acute post traumatic stress disorder, and a third father figure in my life who is a narcissist, who rules by fear and subtle, destructive manipulation. When people find out where I come from they often remark that they are 'Surprised I’m not all that fucked up.' But they have no idea.
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My third father was very skilled at employing subtle mind control techniques (I'm not fucking with you. Google KGB mind control techniques, my 'dad' has used them) to break a Child's individuality and to crush any display of emotion, thus rendering the child his slave. I was ordered to address him as father by my insane mother, I have been laughed at for crying when I was a child, and I have been told I am worthless. I have witnessed suicide attempts by my mother, believed for a significant period of my life that I was in danger of being murdered in my sleep. Basically what I’m saying is, emotionally I am in pieces. It is very damaging to a child to be told by people that they love you, while they torture you at the same time.
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So by this point in my life (16 years of age) I have been jumping from emotional pain-killer to emotional pain-killer ever since I discovered my moms benzodiazepines stashed at various points through the house. Addiction to benzos, amphetamines, opiates, and daily pot smoking ensued. You can't really understand the emotional state I was in prior to LSD, unless you've been there. I was at a point in my life where I truly believed that *LOVE DIDN'T EXIST*. I had heard people say they loved me for years, meanwhile watching them systematically crush my mind to pieces. I don't mean I didn't think I wouldn't find the one for me. I believed that everyone who told anyone they loved them where fooling themselves. There was no such thing as love, people weren't trust worthy enough. Only drugs could provide any sense of comfort to me.
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Then, in September of 2004 there was a bunch of LSD floating around my school, and people where telling me it was really good stuff, so I went for it. It was the terry fox run that day, so school was very, very slack, and I dropped my first hit late in math class. By the time the bell rang I could already feel the LSD coming over me, so I ditched school and went to puff some chronic outside. The colors around me began to intensify, and with each hit of the pipe I could feel the LSD strengthening, almost sweeping me away. I was with a few close friends of mine at the time, which is why I think this trip took such a positive tone.
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Then the trees began to swirl. I could see the orange and yellow and red leaves twirling about the trunks of all the stunningly beautiful trees. I could hear the leaves, and the grass. And for the first time in my life I was connected. Instead of being lost in a never ending fog of dissociation. This is something I struggle to communicate with mere words. I was no longer running. It became crystal clear to me that I was wasting my life in a desperate, constant attempt to numb every aspect of my existence. My world was transformed from shades of gray to the most brilliant colors possible.
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I began to feel a warmth inside myself. I was walking down the street with two friends, and they were flowing with color. With life. and even with love. I think that was the warmth I was feeling. I could look at the grass, the trees or the sky, at the world around me and love it. Love every part of it. This warm feeling of belonging was to stay with me for the entire 16 hour experience, and for months afterward. One year later I can still look back at that trip and retain some sense of comfort from it, something I’ve never really had before. Throughout the day I gallivanted about the town, seeing wonderful things, but that is of little importance. LSD offered me a glimpse out of depression.
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Today, one year later, I'm sitting here next to my girlfriend's bed. I can truly say I love her, something I never would have been able to do before. I took a risk and trusted her with myself, with my heart and it paid off. I'm seeing a shrink, and I’m in for a long year of digging through the pieces of my broken mind, trying to fit the pieces back together again and it will be hellish. But I now know, for a fact, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I have seen it. For 16 hours I lived it. And it will carry me through the difficult year I have ahead of me.
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Since then I’ve dropped acid 4 more times, and every time it has brought me back to that wonderful place. I suppose acid was just what I needed before 'the healing could begin'. I needed something to let me trust that some day, some way I can get better.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jan 16, 2008</td><td>Views: 12,965</td></tr>
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So, my boyfriend gave me these acid tabs that he had bought but decided not to use because of previous horrible mushroom trips. i had thought about taking it with him but as our shrom trips together had been bad (because he freaked out every time), i went up to portland and took it with a longtime friend of mine. the morning before my trip, i was nervous and excited. i was afraid of having a bad trip and/or throwing up, so i ate a small amount a couple hours before tripping and let it digest.
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my friend and i arrived at her house at 1130 AM and drank a glass of emergen-c, a multi-vitamin drink mix. then we each put 2 tabs under our tongues and left them there for an hour or so, then swallowed them. for the first 20 min. after taking the tabs we relaxed and smoked tobacco out of her hookah, talked, etc. i started to notice something different within 10 minutes after taking the tab. my body felt warmer than usual and when i shifted my eyes it was a bit shaky, a paisley tapestry on the wall also looked interesting.
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after the hookah, i was a bit more relaxed and 20 minutes later noticed my body was now producing excessive amounts of heat. i wasn't really sweating, just felt really hot. i started thinking, 'my body is producing a lot of heat. i just need to get though this state and go with the flow.' it was uncomfortable for a while.
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an hour after taking the tabs we went for a walk with a few friends of ours, two who were tripping too and one who wasn't. at this point, i started to really trip. being outside felt new, vibrant, radiant and full of life. i looked around at the trees and grass and felt a sense of deep connection with my natural surroundings. the weather was a bit cloudy. by this time the feeling od hotness in my body had disappeared and i felt slightly more energetic. moving my body felt really good.
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after our walk, we went back inside and decided to go for a bike ride. a friend of mine told me to wear her pink sunglasses, which made everything outside look so much brighter and happier. riding my bike wasn't that hard at all, which was a surprise to me. we rode to mount tabor and arrived at a grassy hill overooking the city at the base of the mountain. this place was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen at this point.
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the more i laid on the grass there, the more beautiful everything was.
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i looked at the formations of clouds in the sky and felt as if i could see everything all at once (probably because my pupils were so dilated). the sky was somehow a part of me at these moments and a few times while i was looking at it it turned into this prismatic image, as if i were seeing it through a kaleidoscope. looking up at the sky and down at the trees, grass and city, and taking each breath with my entire body (or so i felt), there also seemed like there was a spirit around me. i was at one with nature and it was the most amazing thing i had ever experienced. i was also sucking on a lollipop and i imagined i had the earth in my mouth. i also giggled a lot for no apparent reason except the sheer beauty of the experience.
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we rode further up the mountain and reached the top. the ride itself wasn't bad at all for me, as i imagined once again that i was breathing with my whole body. when we reached the top, we came to this mossy, grassy forest and another hill overlooking more trees and city. we spent time at both the hill and the forest, most of the time just sitting there and giggling. my face hurt from laughing so much. i had a few thoughts running through my head all day: 'it's complicated, but it works'. this made sense in every aspect of what i was doing somehow. we watched these yuppies play frisbee and observed how 'painfully sober' they looked. i felt really sorry for them for not experiencing what i was.
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i remember feeling like every movement i made was affecting the work around me, like if i shifted my body, something else moved at exactly that moment. i looked around and thought about the evolution of the plants around me and how similar we were to one another. we had just evolved differently becuase of our environment. this experience made me cry a few times because of the sheer beauty and awe of everything i was thinking and experiencing around me. hugging my friends made me cry as well because of the intense love i felt for all of them and how well we all fit together.
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after 5 or so hours on the mountain (which felt like a whole day), we rode down the huge mountain and back to my friend's house. by this time i was talking more frequently and feeling slightly less tripped out. we got inside and i had to meet my mom for dinner, which i was then VERY NERVOUS about. i took the bus into the suburbs and tried to think as soberly as possible. we met for dinner with my brother and it went fine as i realized how caught up in their own worlds they were and how much i was in mine, which was FINE by me at this point. the food i had looked really good but i felt extremely full (even though i hadn't eaten all day) and ate a few bites. my mom and i had a talk about responsibility in life and this made me cry. this was actually a really nice bonding experience i wouldn't have had if not on acid.
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4 or so hours later, after dinner, i went back to the same friend's house and got there to find a huge party going on. there must have been 10 bottles of champagne going around, chill, trippy music playing in the background and bongs being passed everywhere. everyone there had been just drinking and smoking weed. i took another tab when i got there around 1130 PM and drank a glass or so of wine and had a few hits of weed and hookah. everyone was dancing and grinding on each other and i felt comfortable joining. then somehow people started kissing and touching one another (mainly girls with girls) and this looked like fun to me.
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within 20 minutes, clothing started coming off and i started tripping again on my 3rd tab. i had sex with a guy friend of mine there from brazil with everyone else around, getting naked, having sex, going down on one another. he went down on me and while i could feel it, i was more focused on the energies being exchanged between us. i giggled and enjoyed it and made out with a few other boys and girls over the course of the next couple hours. then eventually a few girls and i met in a separate room just to smoke weed and chill.
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we then went for a bike ride in the rain (which didn't feel cold at all, even though it was) and i felt so free and happy to be riding. we arrived at a dock by the willamette river and watched the tides flow all around us. this was an amazing thing to witness. the continuity and fluidity was inspiring and gorgeous. there was nothing like it.
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eventually my friend and i split from the group and sat on a pier and talked about life together while smoking a bowl. we hugged and laughed together and then when it got too cold, went back and to sleep.
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i found it incredibly hard to stop staring at the tapestry on the ceiling and fall asleep, and i think i slept a total of an hour that night. i woke up the next day and proceeded to sleep all day, my body and mind extremely worn out and tired from my experience. however, the bliss i had felt all day carried over into my dazed state the next two days and, 2 nights later now, i still feel extremely happy about my amazingly wonderful trip. there was nothing that could have made my first trip any better. it was sheer perfection.<!-- End Body -->
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I am a 26 year old caucasian male. I grew up in an upper-middle class family in Tennessee. I took LSD when I had just turned 19 and was a senior in high school. I think about my life before that trip as my 'automaton days.' The three tabs of paper that I took that night awakened me to God Consciousness, The Glory, The Thundering Silence, The Clear Light of The Void, The Absolute. Since that night I have been seeking for this Truth, or reflections of it, in every earthly discipline, including art, literature, poetry, psychology, anthropology, philosophy, mysticism and spirituality. The experience initiated into those seekers, those treaders of The Path, who seek meaning in the human form as in the Ground of Being, That Eternal Space which is beyond this corporeal life. Not a day goes by that I do not express deep gratitude for this Gift. It has enriched and inspired my life beyond measure.
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I had only tripped two times previously, and I had had one mediocre experience and one horrendous one. I don't know what exactly prompted me to trip again, other than a feeling that there was more to experience. Also, the conditions were ideal. As I mentioned, I took three 'hits' or tabs of blotter paper at around 1 am. I was in my house and my parents were asleep. My three friends, 2 guys and a girl, took the same dosage that I did and a fourth friend decided to stay sober and just hang out with us.
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It started to kick in about an hour later, as we all sat comfortably on the carpet in my living room, playing with some peacock feathers and a magnifying glass, which just fortunately happened to be in the room. We enjoyed the visual effects as well as the tactile sensations, which seemed to be magnified 100 fold. We went outside. Although it was probably only 3 am, I could already sense the position of the sun in relation to the earth and anticipated the 'sunrise' with great joy. In fact, the whole experience could be described as anticipatory, yet without any end resolution. That is, the colors of the world kept getting brighter and fuller, and my bliss kept rising to more and more ecstatic levels. I had the sense, 'So, this is what life is all about.' There were levels upon levels of meaning and revelation that I will not describe here, out of respect for the essentially ineffable nature of the experience of Pure Being.
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At one point I had the distinct sense that I had entered a more primal stage of my soul's evolution. I was walking hunched over and scratching my belly just above the navel, as primates are often seen doing. There was a pleasant, ticklish sensation there, that I felt I had to touch with my hand. I realized that this place was where the soul resides, or at least where it is most specifically concentrated. I felt good and right and happy and free in this primal state. I was acutely aware of my surroundings - every touch, smell, sight. The flowers in the garden by the carport were exploding with Brilliant Inner Light. The grass was covered in the most precious, shining diamonds I had ever seen. I was aware that this perception could also be scientifically reduced to the effect of the sunlight reflecting off the blades of grass, but I was not interested in explanations. I was seeing the world afresh, as if I had just opened my eyes for the first time. I was seeing the Universe just as It is, in Its 'suchness.' And it was Glorious.
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I mentioned my bodily sensations were enhanced greatly. I felt such indescribable joy and yet I felt more at home in my body than ever before. How could this be? I had been living in this vessel for 19 years and had never felt this right. Everything was as it should be, both inside and out. And yet, this distinction was meaningless. Every distinction was meaningless. There was no more sense of being myself as distinct and separate from others. My friends and I were obviously One Being. As such, all concerns with boundaries dissolved. My friend and I were suddenly kissing each other and it felt wonderful. The closer we became, the better, generally. We drew flower petals on each others' cheeks. This soul-vessel was here to be decorated! Why not?! We put on the most colorful clothes we could find. We wanted to express this joy. Why not?!
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We beheld the intricate designs in the bark of an oak tree, bewildered by the Design. We spoke to each other without words. We Knew what each other was thinking. Words/concepts/symbols and even metaphors fail to capture this experience, but, hey, I tried. Then we put on Ray Lynch's 'Deep Breakfast.' This was the perfect deepener. I believe that those exquisite minutes, hours?, years?, were the happiest moments of my life. But 'happy' does not do it justice. No words do. So I will just keep to the phenomenological description. Tears were streaming down my face and my friends faces. Our eyes were shining with the Light of Soul. There was nothing that could be said that would have accurately expressed the depth and richness of the experience. I remember feeling Gratitude. I remember feeling Love. I remember feeling Peace Beyond All Understanding.
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The following night, my trip companions and I met in a cafe. We were still embued with the Energy from the experience. We felt a deep bond between us: we had become brothers and sisters. Since that day, I have had other transcendent (as well as embodied) experiences using LSD, mushrooms, ecstasy, meditation, holotropic breathwork!!!, chanting, drumming, dancing and sex. I will always be a professional psychonaut (Jonathan Ott's term).
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My holotropic breathwork session that I recently participated in was incredible: I accessed a place in where I felt completely comfortable and at home in my body and yet energetically expansive and expressive. I realized that this Precious Sanctum is always there and must be respected. Because of this Inner Divinity, we must be kind to ourselves and forgive ourselves for not being who we want (idealize) ourselves to be. We are all beautiful, vulnerable, magnificient Beings. It is of great importance, cosmically, karmically and energetically that we love ourselves, in spite of all our perceived flaws. I think that everyone knows this instinctively, and yet we get distracted from this vision by the media and work and school expectations and, especially, religious ethics. We must trust in our Original Perfection.<!-- End Body -->
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