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Over the last few years I've indulged in excessive drug consumption, mainly ecstacy and coke, but on occasion LSD, mushrooms, base and whatever else comes along. I'm in my early twenties and my drug use is always contained to my social peer group. I hold a well paid job, and continue to function well in society. E is my drug of choice, for sure. Each weekend, I can safely say I'll be eating a handful of pills at least one evening. However, towards the end of last year I became interested in LSD. With a couple of willing friends I tripped a few seperate times, always having an absolute ball. The first time I tripped, myself and my friend munched a blotter each and went on the rampage at our local rock music venue/pub. We ended up laying on the grass in his mum's garden looking at the stars and laughing our arses off before going 'garden running' through his entire street's neighbours' back gardens. A great night was had, and LSD was something I wanted to do more often.
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Having done a little 'buying and selling' of various substances in the past, I had the required contacts to source up some acid pretty quickly, and in next to no time was the proud owner of a small vial containing about 12-14 drops of a dark coloured liquid which was, according to the chap I purchased it from, some good and strong LSD. I sat on this for about a fortnight or so until I felt it was the right night for me and my fellow tripper to indulge ourselves. The two of us headed off to a nice and quiet pub in the town centre, which was run by a kindly old dear who was very tolerant of us all whenever we got drunk/high in there and started acting like clowns, and headed straight to the toilet where we liberally applied three drops via a pippette to the back of our hands, which we licked off. We were in an upbeat mood, very relaxed, laughing and joking around with my girlfriend who had met us in the pub and all in all having a whale of a time whilst necking a few beers. We noticed that a birthday party was happening in a seperate part of the bar, and all of the students were dressed as pirates and we were duly invited to join them.
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Now, by this point, the effects of the drug were beginning to manifest themselves. Several times, myself and my trip companion had been talking only for conversation to dissolve into giggles and I was also beginning to notice the lights brightening somewhat and dimensions becoming mildly distorted. At this point I suggested we finish off the vial, and thus we did. We manouvered into the gents toilets and in a fit of hilarity deposited 3 more drops on each of our hands. Things almost came unstuck at this point as midway through doing this someone came into the toilets and saw us squirting brown liquid onto our hands from a small bottle whilst laughing and falling around the place. Fortunately, the poor guy looked absolutely terrified, God alone knows what he must have thought. It reminded me of that scene from 'Fear And Loathing' somewhat. Anyway, suitably dosed up we went back to our drinks and carried on the night.
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Within another half hour or so, we were both completely fucked. A bunch of our friends turned up and everything was great. The walls were shaking, the floor bucking, tables were dancing around the place, I was on fine form cracking jokes and having the time of my life and looking forward so much to the rest of the evening. The vial and the remainder of the contents were dumped in my drink so as to wash out any residue, and a beer fight started with the pippette. This caught the attention of the land lady who came and gave us a bollocking (we're all well known to her, and as I said, she is pretty tolerant of us) and confiscated the pippette and the now empty vial. A group decision was made, as it was approaching closing time (11pm over here in England :/) we would hotfoot it to our local rock club which was licensed till 2am. As a group, a couple of acid freaks, a few pillheads and plenty of drunks, we rolled out of the pub and into the night.
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Now, let me just say, up till this point the trip wasn't especially strong. Sure, we were fucked, high as kites, in a terrible state, but neither of us were tripping out yet, things were just a little crazy. That changed as soon as we hit the fresh air. My memory is a little flaky of the journey between pubs (maybe a ten minute walk). I can remember cars screaming past at an astounding speed and volume, my legs kept stretching and shrinking as I walked, my friend's faces took on dark and menacing overtones. I became a little paranoid, a little wigged out. This wasn't helped by the other guy on acid climbing on cars and bus shelters, removing his clothes, screaming his face off and at one point dry humping a church. Yup, he humped a church. He's going straight to hell. Nonetheless, I was holding it together fine and kept it in my mind that I would soon be sitting in my favourite drinking establishment, nursing a beer.
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This pub is huge. It's gargantuan, in fact. It's permanently packed to the rafters with rock kids and goths, the music is always full volume and the lights are always bright. I'm well known in there and as I staggered through the door, an unbelievable wave of terror washed across me. I mean, absolute ball shrinking terror. I had tunnel vision and I could just make out a group of friends at the bar who were calling me over, so over I went. This meant negotiating the bouncers and bar manager, who had recently given me a telling off for necking pills in the place, and I couldn't deal with it. The paranoia was too much. 'They're onto me,' my internal monologue said 'Run!'
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I managed to bite down on the urge to run and made it to the bar and my friends. By this point though, reality stopped having any meaning. I can't describe things at this point. There was just colours, and noise, and faces, and eyes and I bolted. I was out of the pub like a jack rabbit, on my own. Days later, a girl who I was at the bar with said this was hilarious, that I was standing there stock still save my eyes, which were darting this way and that before I lurched into a sprint through the front door. I can see the funny side, now.
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Once outside, I was dead set on getting home and laying in bed. I had the fear, badly. I practically ran to my house, which was only a few minutes away, avoiding eye contact with the terrible monsters that I saw on my way home. When I got my key out of my pocket, I was flabbergasted to find it was six feet long. 'How the fuck did I get THAT in my pocket?' I wondered, before trying to knock down the door with it. Once inside, I began to relax, I was out of danger. I sat down on the sofa and took a breath, before noticing something move out of the corner of my eyes. Some people were having sex on the floor! 'What the FUCK!!!' I leaped up and noticed that not only were there two people on the floor over there fucking like rabbits, the sofa had morphed into people going at it too!!! In a matter of seconds the room was filled with people writhing around on each other. I ran upstairs to my room, but there were people copulating in there too, so I wrapped my duvet around my head. Unfortunately I could still see the people. I have never felt a terror like this, before or since. I didn't know who I was, where I was, what was happening or if it was ever going to stop. Amazingly, I managed to phone a close friend who was sober, and she came and rescued me.
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And then the terror stopped, it was as if the last half hour hadn't happened. Once my friend was there, all was right with the world and we went for a drive to her sisters house, which was a fantastic journey. I had watched Apocalypse Now a few days prior and as we were driving through the rain I had a full on 'Veet-nam' trip going on :) Once at her sisters I was able to sit down, relax and enjoy the frankly awe inspiring play of lights and colours around the room. I also had an excellent conversation with her dog, chatting to this intelligent creature like a long lost friend, although I'm told the dog was trying to savage me rather than discuss the pros and cons of Radiohead.
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I was up all night, watching TV, chatting with my friend and frankly just enjoying thr trip. Little people were climbing out of photographs and dancing, her computer melted before my eyes before zooming back into existence and, for some reason, my thumb kept falling off, which amused me no end. At about 8am, I was coming down and starting to feel a little angsty so made my way home and walked across town. Still feeling odd, I showered as soon as I got home and hallucinated that the jet of water was stripping my skin off, which was unpleasent, but by this point I was coherent enough to realize it was just the acid and that I was alright. Still, quite a strange experience washing myself when my skin and muscle is being stripped from the bone.
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I felt tired and uncomfortable for the rest of the day, unable to sleep, but unwilling to get up and try and do anything. I've had worse comedowns off of ecstacy where I'm in physical pain, but I did feel terrible, bodily and mentally. Luckily, the girl I was seeing came round to visit and pampered her 'poor little acidhead' all day.
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All in all, a breathtaking experience. Demonstrated an awful lot to me. First of all, set and setting is as important as Leary always said it was. I doubt I'll ever do acid in such a social environment again, there's just too much stimulae and room for too much to go wrong. As soon as I was rescued, the fear went and the following 6 or 7 hours were the most enjoyable of my life. Lastly, doing as much as I did is probably inadvisable. I had tripped only a couple of times before the above events took place, I don't think I was ready for such a large dose. I've tripped a bunch of times since and generally only take a couple of drops at most and still have a great time. I also felt fucking horrible for days afterwards. I didn't stop having visuals until about 24 hours after dosing, and the comedown lasted days.
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Oh, and the other guy on acid who I'd left in the pub? Apparently, he had a great time in there. He's well known as a complete loony around our town and his odd behaviour didn't raise any eyebrows!!! Not even when he got down on all fours and rubbed his head on the floorboards because he 'wanted to comb his hair'... :/ ;)<!-- End Body -->
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Hello, I'm 18 years old and come from the most average (boring) place you could imagine. Prior to LSD, I have frequently used marijuana and alcohol, occasional DXM (with marijauana), and I have done shrooms twice. This is my tale of acid.
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LSD always interested me primarily because of the place it had in history. Somewhere between my Sophomore and Junior years in high school, I really got into the music that was spawned by the acid outbreak of the late 60's. I was really into Jefferson Airplane, the Grateful Dead, Pink Floyd, the Doors, Country Joe &amp; the Fish, a lot of the real classic and notoriously acid-soaked bands of that time. I read so much about it from studying up on those bands, as well as reading the online info. It was very attractive to me. I had heard plenty of people say that it's 'too hardcore' and 'don't do acid' but I wasn't about to take their word for it. I wanted to try it myself.
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Well, good acid these days is very hard to come by. On two occasions I bought what was supposed to be LSD and clearly was not, because I never got any effects from it. However, on the third occasion, I bought two hits of acid for $25 (considering how rare it is here, that's a good price) and decided to take 2/3 of a tab for my first trip. I didn't want to overdo it because I would be tripping alone for my first time as my parents never let me stay out all night. Coincidentally, this trip was happening on the eve of my 18th birthday. I felt I could handle a low dose acid trip by myself, as I had done so with shrooms before. So, after I came home on the Friday night before my 18th birthday the following day, I popped 2/3 of one of my tabs on my tongue and let it soak in (about 11:30, I'd say). I watched some TV.
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About an hour later, I felt something. I hadn't smoked in a few hours at least, so there wasn't anything else in my system besides the acid. This feeling built on itself, it was like some kind of energy was building up inside me. When it became very noticeable, I decided to migrate to my bedroom where I would spend the remainder of the trip. That rising energy feeling continued to develop, and for the longest time I sat in my bed waiting for it to go somewhere. It kept getting more intense, but the feeling itself wasn't really changing. Finally, a little over two hours after my dose, I began to see trails behind my hand as I waved it around. The trails gave way to other things, and within a half hour I was tripping acid. For real.
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What I 'saw' is different from what I 'felt.' I saw things like my posters melting down the walls, my carpet had moving patterns on it (as well as my bed). I have a big Jim Morrison poster and Jim's face kept changing into the most intense visual display I've ever seen. He would grow facial hair that looked like snakes and his skin would melt off, revealing a bloody skull with eyes and hair, and instantly return to normal. His eyes and mouth would change, sometimes it felt like the Jim poster had as much ability to think as I did, and was screwing around with me. As crazy as that all sounds, never did any of this feel overwhelming to me. But that's just me.
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The most profound moment, however, was when I took out a small mirror that I keep in my room. For a long time I stared at my own face in the mirror, watching as it changed. The ways my face changed were confusing, sometimes I didn't realize anything had even happened to the image until it returned to normal. My face would change in some way, then return to normal when I realized it was different, then change again. I would open my eyes and mouth very wide and my entire face would hang down like someone had just draped the skin over my face. At one point, I sat and stared at a fixed point right between my eyes in the reflection. The image of my face the lifted off the mirror and floated toward me. It was my face, but it was completely out of order. It was as if someone had taken all of my face apart and reassembled it completely randomly. It was smudged and swirled, but I could locate all the features of my face, though they were just all in the wrong place. Sure enough, if I moved my mouth or blinked, the image would correspond in the same way, even with things being in the wrong place as they were.
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There's a lot of things I don't really have to explain in detail. I was thinking a lot, about myself and my place in the world. I was listening to the music that had originally sparked my interest in acid, and I could see how this drug and this music tied together so closely. I just felt that even though I was so removed from the world at the time, somehow I was the world. The world was all contained within my small bedroom, and I was the center of it. How the world acted depended on me. This was my world, my life, my decision.
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Prior to doing acid, I felt often that I didn't know who I was. I felt lost, I had dueling personalities (maybe even three? no idea). I was confused about life sometimes (a lot, actually). After the trip, though, I kind of felt like I found myself. I really knew who I was now, and what my place was. I don't want to pretend that acid solves problems and that drugs are the solution to anything, but this stuff really does work like that. It's a remarkable substance, unfortunately victimized by a world that doesn't understand the things it could be used for.<!-- End Body -->
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I had a desire to try acid for almost two years before I actually tried it. I wasn't quite sure what to expect but I felt that my experience would help me to deal with it.
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Myself and a small group of friends had gathered at someone's house to try out some acid. We had each separately tried it but in very low doses. The evening started with a few joints to pass the time, we wanted to wait until there was no chance of bumping into any of his family members as they were still at the house. It was about 10pm when we decided to drop our first tabs. I had originally decided to go very slowly. On my first acid experience I had been tripping for 7 hours on just one tab and a bottle of cough medicine. It was an hour later when I thought that maybe one tab wouldn't be enough so I chewed down another. Over the following hour I started to feel a mild sense of euphoria and a desperate desire to eat my last tabs. By midnight I had munched down 4 tabs of half decent acid, as had one of my friends. Another (the guy whose house we were at) had taken 7 as he was a big guy and liked to get as high as possible whenever he chose to take any drugs. The other two people there took somewhere between 1 and 2 each.
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We were at the end of watching some stoner film when I began to notice that something was different. Something felt out of place or strange but I didn't know what. Then, as I stared at the computer screen that had been playing the film, I noticed that everything had started to melt. At first I thought it was a screen saver so I asked the others what they saw, it seemed that they're tabs hadn't taken affect yet. I then looked back at the screen and noticed that all the walls were pulsating colour that seemed to trickle down the walls. I felt very comfortable with this, it made me feel warm, which was good because it was freezing outside as it was about a week or two before Christmas.
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I stood up and looked at the others. They seemed stoned, uncommunicative, lethargic, as if something terrible had or was about to happen. I remember walking around the living room and kitchen when my mood began to shift. No longer was I happy and energetic. Now I was feeling ill. I felt like I might suddenly explode as the pressure on my stomach and brain built. This worried me at first, then I managed to focus and realise what had to be done. I told that others that we should go for a walk. It didn't take long to convince them as I could start to see them coming up, the drug had reached their brains. Now they were as excited as I was at the prospect of wandering the streets for many hours.
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We had left the house before 1am (any real concept of time was lost for the next few hours). The five of us decided to head for the nearest park to make full use of the children's playground. Thankfully it was only about two minutes walk from his front door. We were delayed by the sounds of cats fighting. The noise was incredibly loud and seem to come from all around us. I remember standing in the middle of the road spinning round in a circle trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. My hands began to wave around in front of my face even though I hadn't told them too. The combination of this noise and the silhouettes of my hands became too much. I stopped just in time to stop myself from going crazy.
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We reached the playground and utilised the swings. Even in the darkness I could see the amazingly bright colours that covered the playground's equipment. This was when I realised that the drug was beginning to engulf me. I could feel the psychedelic colours swarm around my head as though everything had become effected by my hallucinations. Normally when tripping I find that I only see things differently when I look directly at them, even then they appear to remain reasonably normal. Now even my peripheral vision was effected by the hallucinations. Everyone and everything was covered by a blanket of multi-coloured shifting patterns and shapes. This was fantastic as for the first time ever I felt truly at one with a drug. I was able to lose sense of what reality is really like in a safe environment.
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Still in the playground, some of my companions had decided to eat some tangerines that they had brought with them. There was a massive fruit bowl in the living room of the house that had been emptied very quickly. The bananas went first, the texture and consistency of these once chewed was disgust so I binned it. They, however, loved the sensation of eating whilst tripping. They had carried as many tangerines and oranges as they could out to the playground and spent a few minutes savagely tearing the skin off. This was quite a manic scene that had made me think they had all become far too intrigued by this action, that they would be there for some time. Thankfully they stopped and we played on the adventure playground.
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Bored of this we chose to carry on walking around discussing what was happening. Most of this is a complete blur to. What I do remember is trying not to focus on the hallucinations as, after a short while, they became too dominating. We eventually ended up at the house. I felt like the drug had left me and I grew tired. However, when I stopped to look at the small table in front of me and saw that it was stretched and out of proportion with itself (i.e. some legs were different sizes to the others but the table top remained level). I realised that the acid was still there. It was laying dormant whilst I was cold and my blood was running slowly. Now I was warm again, increased heart rate, the LSD was waking up.
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The five of us had gathered in the living room, the door was shut and we had circled a coffee table/stool and began talking again whilst rolling up a few spliffs. This was a difficult task as concentrating on anything for more than a moment or two was almost impossible. We would occasionally break into fits of laughter and we each had huge grins on our faces for the duration of the evening. It was not long before we got a call from a few friends who wanted to pay us a visit. I remembered that a few hours earlier they had called to say that they were on their way. At the time it sounded like a good idea but I was no longer sure. It was late and I was perfectly happy with the people that already surrounded me. The pair had arrived and were waiting for us nearby. We had no choice now but to meet them and hope for a quick resolution (i.e. that they would decide to go home, allowing us to do the same).
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Before leaving we went into the back garden to pay the dog a visit. Thankfully he was a placid dog, content to just stand there silently whilst we gathered around him. I couldn't understand how obsessed the others were by him. They seemed to be worshipping the dog. I wondered if they had gone mad but when I saw the dog's eyes I realised what had happened. It did have some kind of power over them, I knew this because his eyes' were both glowing bright green and I became convinced that he was trying to place thoughts in my mind by looking at me. This was not frightening, it just made me feel a little bit uneasy.
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We left to meet the other two just around the corner from the house. I new one of the guys and could tell by his expression that he wanted to go home, he seemed to have been dragged here by his companion who was looking for a good night spliff. Thankfully we had left almost the entire stash back at the house, this made it a lot easier to get rid of him as lying about how much we had wouldn't be a problem. I let the others take care of the situation, I couldn't handle all the noise. If I did speak to them I think I would have told the to 'fuck off', that would have led to a very painful conclusion to the evening.
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We eventually got away and back to the house. The atmosphere had been destroyed. It had put a real downer on a fine evening. Upon re-entering the house we all seemed to go into auto-pilot. Without saying a word we all managed to get back to where we were before we left on that little mission. It was fantastic. What made this even better was the fact that in our absence the lava lamp had heated up and was now flowing rather nicely. With all the lights off this made a nice centre piece.
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The process of rolling up a nice spliff had started again but it was not easy as concentration levels were very low. I remember how we would have conversations about rolling up then someone would eventually decide to take it upon themselves to complete this task. However, it would not take long for them to get side tracked and we'd end up talking about it again. This went on for some time, I was sure we were stuck in some kind of a loop.
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Eventually the task was completed. We stopped for a moment to stare at little fragments of weed that were still on the table. They had turned into red insects, maybe red ants (or tiny red caterpillars), and were crawling around. After studying them for five or ten minutes we began to smoke. At this point we were beginning to feel very drowsy and irritable. Our bodies and minds were tired but our brains were still wired awake. The friend whose house it was desperately needed sleep as he had to be at work by 9am that morning. It was between 5 and 6am when we finally decided to crash. As my brain was still wide awake I had entire operas and music videos playing in my head when I shut my eyes. The sub-conscious part of my brain tended to make up the words, the music was made by Goldfrapp I think.
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I woke up at 7am and lay there on the floor. We left his house at about 8.30am and headed into the city to go our separate ways. I spent the rest of the day filling unadjusted and very out of place. Something was wrong and would continue to feel like this for about a day. After an hour or two at home feeling depressed I decided to take a nap. I woke up at 7pm just to eat some curry. I went back to sleep till the afternoon the following day. When talking to my friend who had to work that day he told me that he was still tripping whilst at work. Thankfully his boss was sympathetic to this.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Feb 13, 2008</td><td>Views: 5,407</td></tr>
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I have since I tried it, still do, and always will love LSD. I think there's something to be said about a non-toxic substance that with two 10,000ths of a gram can put me in a world apart from this one. It is, however, the 'non-toxic' stigma that resulted in an almost catastrophic disaster. Especially with regular use, people sometimes forget how unyieldingly powerful LSD can be.
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My story begins when an old high-school friend, who for the sake if anonymity we will call 'Megan', came up to visit me and my friends who moved off to go to CSU. She had never tripped before.
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I arranged the deal with my buddy the trip doctor, and we went to pick up ten hits. Unfortunately, the doctor didn't have his usual stash, but instead a vial of liquid and a business card. He was on more acid than I've ever seen anyone on when we got there. He busted out the vial and carefully measured out one drop in the corner. This he deemed to be one hit. Well, after that he just kept getting distracted by his trip, so the next nine hits were more 'puddles' than 'drops'. I took my acid under the tongue and that was that. Happy that we were making off with waaaay more than we paid for, I hopped in the car and we drove off.
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When we got back to the apartment we gave Megan the hit and everybody else started eating up the big splotchy super hits. We waited about an hour and a half, and everybody was nice and fuckered up. Excepting Megan. I wasn't in the room or I would have objected, but Megan wound up with a super hit. We set out for the gas station to get some orange juice. On the way back Megan started tripping. She was having a good time, but kept complaining about an overwhelming sound of 'Ping-pong balls,' as she put it.
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We got back to the apartment and were having a good a merry time, when Megan started tripping face and was freaking out a little. After about ten minutes she had calmed down. Five minutes after that, she was asleep. This didn't make any sense to us, LSD has powerful stimulant qualities. He woke her up and asked what was going on. She just got up and went to the bathroom. When she didn't come out for ten minutes, we started knocking. No response. Luckily, she didn't lock the door. The knob twisted, but the door wouldn't open. A lot of dead-weight was blocking the door, and we knew the only thing that could do that would be Megan herself. With a lot of pushing, we created a gap large enough for me to slip through. I moved her out of the way, opened the door, and we started trying to bring her around. We even soaked her with the shower. Still no response.
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We checked her pulse, breathing, and temperature, and given that all was in order, we carried her into the spare bedroom, put her in the bed, and decided to let her sleep it off. The next hour would be one of the most horrible things I ever experienced. We resumed the party in the living room but it wasn't the same, and about half an hour later we heard moaning coming from the bedroom. We all dashed in to see what was going on, and Megan was having a seizure.
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Before I continue the story, I want you to imagine a close friend of yours having a seizure because of you. It's a horrible feeling. On top of the nerve wracking guilt, you also need to make the split decision whether or not to call 911 and go to jail?
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Now, I haven't mentioned it yet, so, I was rolling balls that night and I was the only one. MDMA keeps me up, alert, and close to reality, and I was rolling more than I was tripping. This is good because there were three other people freaking out on those crazy fucking doses.
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Anyway, when we got to the bed (I smelled it before anyone found out), one of the girls threw back the covers, to reveal Megan lying in a pool of piss. 'It's Blood!!' Cried the girl, which was like setting off a bomb, everyone freaked. I was yelling, 'It’s piss, calm down' and we started giving Megan a quick once over, to see if she was hurt. We opened her eyes. They were just spinning, 'round and 'round inside her head. They were milky-glazed over. We also noticed she'd bent her arm under her, and was biting uncontrollably, and she was burning up.
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I had the guy hold her jaw, had one girl fetch me a computer, and I went and got some vodka out of the freezer. I started dipping a rag in the vodka and dabbing her face and forehead with it. (The reason I was doing this was to cool her off a bit. The alcohol is a liquid and around -10 degrees, and because of its low evaporating temperature, it helps to diffuse heat through rapid evaporation.) When a computer was brought to me, I had the guy and one of the girls taking care of Megan, and the other girl and I were calling as many people as we could think of. We'd never heard of a reaction like this, we were scrambling for someone to tell us something, anything, about what the fuck was going on.
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After a few minutes on the computer, and after talking to a couple people, we came to the conclusion that Megan's life (though her appearance was horrifying) was not in danger. Her seizure lasted just over twenty-five minutes. Then, as abruptly and violently as it came, the seizure subsided, and she was snoring. From that point on, we didn't leave her alone for a couple hours. About three hours later my buddies and I were sitting in the living room. We heard the door creak open, Megan run by, and the bathroom door shut. We all jumped up, and roared 'Megan!!! Is that you?!' Sure enough, the bathroom door opened and she was standing in the threshold looking at us with flickers of recognition coming and going across her face. We got her changed and huddled up in the corner of the couch.
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Although it was clear she was tripping SO HARD she didn't know where she was or what was going on, the few responses we got were just like her, although we were still a little worried that come morning she'd be addled. When we'd assured her all was well, and she returned the favor, she passed out again. This time though it wasn't the strained and strange pass out we saw earlier. It was just sleep.
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Fortunately, when morning rolled around Megan was calm, collected, alert, and didn't remember shit about the preceding night, which is just as well. We told her what happened, while sparing her the details, and told her not to trip acid again. We parted ways and all was well.
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Most people read from the Erowid Experience Vaults to learn something about a drug, and other people's experience with it. After reading this, I hope you will take these lessons from it, they were hard-earned:
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Firstly, always know how much of the drug you have. We didn't and it was a big problem. All of those I shared company with that night took waaay more than they typically would in recreational setting.
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Secondly, if you are giving someone their first taste of anything, be sure to carefully scrutinize how much they take, and how they behave afterwards. If they begin acting suspicious, try to get more information.
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Third, find out if the person takes medication and if they do, be sure not only to look up all drug interactions for the recreational substance you will be taking but also all the interactions they medication they take have. This insures you don't get dangerous or potentially lethal gaps in your information.
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Fourth and final, if something bad does happen, keep your head and remain calm. Freaking out only adds to the confusion, and doesn't get you any answers. In fact it can waste precious minutes you can't afford to lose. Asses the situation, and see if the person appears to be in immediate physical danger. If they are, call 911 or rush them to the ER. Generally if you take someone to the ER, nothing will happen to you. If the person appears they could be in danger but clearly haven't reached it yet, it can be prudent to check online sources, and call whoever might be able to help, including whomever you purchased the drug from.
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Fifth and final, do not take drugs, give them to other people, etc. unless you really are willing to own up to what you've done if something goes awry. I've known some people (regrettably) who I'm sure would have just run away and left Megan lying there. Stay away from those people, and definitely don't become one. Seeing Megan in that LSD induced seizure is something I'll never get out of my head. I do know one thing for sure. I'd rather see myself behind bars with memories of a seizure and possession of a controlled substance, than standing over Megan's casket to say one more guilty good-bye.
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This night turned out alright, but that doesn't mean it couldn't have been worse for us, and it certainly doesn't mean others won't have a similar, perhaps more dire, situation. Remember to be incredibly cautious when using something new, and triple that caution when you're dealing with a drug that's very, very potent. I hope someone finds this useful, I wouldn't wish the feeling of being responsible for something like that on my worst enemy. Please be careful.
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Also, don't forget, if Megan hadn't wigged out that night, I'm sure the trip would have been fucking epic. All four people, myself included, continue to use and enjoy LSD. Don't let a bad experience control your future decisions or your opinion of a substance. The substance in and of itself certainly isn't anything to fear. It's when it is used (or in our case administered) irresponsibly, or when someone who's body just isn't meant to handle that drug has a very negative idiosyncratic reaction. Don't forget that if you like to give first trips, you may at some point give one to the wrong person.
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That's my story, kids. Be good, be safe, have a good time.
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Cheers!
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-Boomer<!-- 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: Feb 16, 2008</td><td>Views: 28,979</td></tr>
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This is a journal entry I wrote the day after my boyfriend had a seizure in the middle of what was supposed to be a Christmas party. I didn't know until afterwards that he had taken four hits of the acid (which was very strong), and I had never seen cocaine before. We got it from some cokehead friends and followed their advice on how much to do, which in retrospect wasn't exactly a good idea.
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What I wrote the next morning (names have been changed to protect the guilty):
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Last night could very well have been the most terrifying experience in my life, and if not, it was definitely in the top five.
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Jay had a seizure and ended up in the hospital.
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I was right next to him when it happened. He suddenly looked blank and... weird. I asked him if he was okay, and he said no and started to shake. I didn't quite manage to catch him fast enough to stop him from falling, but I think I at least kept him from hitting his head as hard as he would have otherwise. Someone managed to call an ambulance quickly, and then I was trying to keep him on his side. Luckily, I had recently read some information on seizures. Crazy coincidence. I had wanted to know for a game we were playing in English, 'two lies and a truth.'
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Anyway, when he came to, he was totally disoriented. He didn't know what had happened, and he didn't even know his own name. For a while he couldn't even speak or respond to us, and when Forrest told him to blink once, it looked like he was trying to, but he couldn't.
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The paramedics brought him out to the ambulance on a stretcher with a collar to keep his neck from moving in case it was hurt (they had to cut off his sweatshirt to get it on).
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Police searched the house, but I didn't see it (it happened after we left), and I managed to dispose of the evidence so to speak. I ran into Kei's room and licked up the last line of cocaine.
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I didn't get to ride in the ambulance with him, but I rode with his parents to the hospital. (I was with Kei's mother at first, and she was not the least bit comforting. I was sobbing and she didn't say a word about. Nothing. She did tell me that Jay wouldn't be in trouble about the drugs, though, and they would be looking for the dealers instead.) When I finally got in to see him, he was still really disoriented. He later said he was having trouble seeing people's faces, so that would make sense why he mixed me up with his mother a few times, and even with his father and the nurse. He told them his name was Alice when they asked.
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I was standing next to him for hours, kissing his face and stroking his cheek, and he was much more relaxed and happy with me there. He kept smiling, which was crazy, but it definitely calmed my nerves and I managed to smile back and keep it positive.
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He got caught in a loop at one point. It reminded me of the way people's voices looped in one of my first bad trips, but much much more so, and in a different way. His memory was worse than mine was last time, not just churned but gone in a minute or less. He kept saying 'I love you,' and 'you're so beautiful.' At first just to me, but then to everyone, even the nurse (who was a man). Then he started startling and saying 'OW!', but saying nothing hurt when we asked him, and then sobbing loudly. It was really frightening. (He told me later that he felt pain shooting though his head, and thought or saw something about needles, and somehow that was related to the crying.) He was hitting his legs on the bars of the bed, and would sometimes jolt upright suddenly. We couldn't get him to relax, probably partly because he couldn't remember us telling him that he could come home with us if he relaxed and his blood pressure went down.
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The loop he was stuck in was in his head, not outside like it was for me. I heard and saw the same things over and over looping (which is why getting up and moving around helped). He thought and felt and said the same things over and over. After a while he did realize he was repeating himself, and he said 'I must sound like a broken record.'
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The loop: first he would say 'I love you,' and 'you're so beautiful,' and 'I love you, baby girl,' to just about anyone. Then he'd sit up and cry out, startled by something. Then he'd say he wasn't in pain, but he'd burst out crying. We'd calm him down, he'd relax, then he'd say 'I love you' and start the cycle over again. Anyway, he finally went to sleep when we left, and they at least let his father stay sitting just outside the curtain.
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I stayed home from work, partly because I was a zombie from staying up all night, partly because I was still nervous and scared, partly because I wanted to wait in his room for him to get home.
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We ended up sleeping all day. I don't remember much of my dreams, but I know in one I was trying to go around a narrow balcony to get somewhere. I was holding hands with a line of people, and when someone (him?) spun out of control and fell, we all did. Nobody could keep hold of the balcony. By some miracle, as we were hurtling towards the ground, we stopped and started floating gently. I was telling people that they could fly, and they should keep thinking that it was possible, and that would make it work. We touched ground gently. The only thing that had kept us from hitting the ground was our willpower, and my idea.
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I think later in the dream, someone was searching everyone for drugs. I was a ways away, checking my pockets to make sure I didn't have any. I just had the broken cap of a pen and some other junk, so I walked back to where everyone else was (in some big room or hallway). Someone made a comment about how it had been such a wonderful party, clearly sarcastic. Everyone was standing around a table with little squares of assorted cakes, and I was just finishing one and thinking of having another when I woke up.
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So Jay is grounded, in a lot of trouble, and his parents want him to never do drugs again. I can see where they're coming from, because he hasn't been very smart about it, but I think it's impossible to get him to do that. It would take a miracle. I'm sure I can get him to cut back and be more careful, and to take a break, but no amount of nagging from his parents or from me will get him to do a 180 degree turn. It's too much to ask for.
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I did some google research, and I found out that it was most likely caused by the combination of cocaine and acid and the high dosage. Cocaine-induced seizures can result from concurrent ingestion of other drugs, apparently, so it was probably the four hits of acid that caused it. An empty stomach and dehydration probably also contributed to it. He had only had one bowl of ramen that day.
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So that's about it for now. He seems to be doing better, but tired and drained. He's sane, his memory is back, and he of course is not seeing things any more. He's very quiet and didn't protest anything his parents said about having a serious talk about his lifestyle, or about being grounded, or about giving his credit card back to them.
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Uhm... Jay is asleep, and so deeply that he might not wake up when I go in and get into bed. I woke him up to tell him about what I had found out on google, and he was barely awake enough to understand that, and he fell back asleep pretty much the second I stopped talking to him.
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So, that happened about one year ago, and now I have decided to go straight. 100% straight as a razor. There were many other contributing factors, but this was one of the biggest ones. Jay kept getting himself hospitalized time and time again, each time for different reasons. Most recently, he took bad acid and it made him think he was having a heart attack. He called me at 3:00 am to say 'I think I'm having a heart attack, and I'm going to the hospital. I just wanted to call to say I love you.' I'm amazed at how long it took before I decided to stop doing acid.<!-- End Body -->
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I live in Johannesburg, South Africa. In late September (spring) Woodstock is held. This was to be South Africa’s seventh Woodstock and my first. The festival lasts over 4 days and showcases not only South Africa’s best bands, but also hip hop acts along with the best funky house in the world. My friends and I arrived on the Wednesday, and tripped our balls off, but the story I’m going to tell you is about the Friday night.
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By this time, I was already thouroghly familiar with the venue, and having tripped there on the Wednesday night, and having gotten horribly drunk and shroomd out on the Thursday, I was confident about exploring the place in altered mind states. Not to mention, I was very happy as all of my buddies (including our 'chemist') had arrived that afternoon. I was filled with anticipation, knowing that Friday night was undoubtably going to be the biggest party out of all four nights, filled with sheer joy at having just seen my favorite band play. All in all, by the time my mates and I clambered into our tent and dropped our first paper, I was feeling all round content with my situation.
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Some time later I find myself wondering around with some of my friends taking a look at the seemingly completely-different-from-this-morning stalls of people selling shirts, bongs, pappers, etc. The acid is stating to take effect. I find my buddys j and B searching the car for a gram of kat that j has misplaced. After about half an hour of futile searching and staunch denial that I stole it (I really didn’t) I decide to leave as the vibrations in by this car aren’t great.
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My tripping buddies and I decide to go back to our tent for more acid. We decide to roll a spliff before dropping our paper. While rolling, we are joined by another of my friends partial to a bit of lsd, and my innocent friend from college, lets call him s. Upon learning that the little pieces of paper we are putting into our mouths is acid, S shows great surprise and bails from the tent. This sends the rest of us into laughing fits as we smoke the joint and eat our second dose of acid.
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Exiting the tent, I feel the familiar sense of anticipation in my chest and stomach which my mates have termed 'acid tummy', the more the acid tummy, the more intense the trip. Woodstock is looking like a completely different place right now. We hook up with this really cool chick, n, who missions with us. Halfway to the stage to see the bands, the visuals were pretty cool, the people around me were all faceless, individuals blurring into a indistinguishable mass of people nowhere near my level. The difference between light and shadow was becoming less distinct. Coloured lights were all moving around changing colours.
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The band playing at the main stage is shite so we move off to a more quiet area away from all the lights and people. On the way, I notice that the ground is incredibly soft and squishy, like walking on sponge. It also becomes apparent to me that the entire world, no the universe! No, the very entirety of reality itself is completely made up of wavelengths. And that only I can move in the magical way that lets me ride them. Amazing! How could I have made it to the age of 19 without noticing this?
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I decide to think about that later as I now have an amazing view of the stars. We lie on our backs, staring at the stars. Woodstock 7 was held out in the country, well away from any citys, so the sky is remarkably clear. Every star is a different colour. They move and dance with each other, they fire magical muticoloured beams of light at one another, which I feel compelled to provide sound effects for.
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I am filled with even more anticipation, and my acid tummy is getting more intense meaning that the trip has hardly started. I find myself laughing hysterically, while feeling utterly content. We decide to drop a pill (ecstasy).
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Walking back to our tent, which is at the center of everything, I start thinking more in-depth about the wavelengths. If I move up and down while making a strange noise while walking along this insanely spongy ground, I find I can actually go BETWEEN the wavelengths. Interesting, upon getting back to the campsite I find all my buddys sitting in a loose circle in between the tents, talking, drinking and smoking. None of the conversations sound interesting, so I content myself by sitting on the ground and making sound effects for the muticoloured coulours that I can shoot out my fingertips. I am glad to find my buddy j has found his gram and consumed half of it in celebration, along with two of the biggest ex pills I have ever seen. j is so shmangled that he keeps losing his wallet or his bag. He loses one then finds it, only to lose the other. He repeats the process over and over. The funny thing is that he is sitting in one place constantly losing his bag then his wallet, his wallet then his bag. And even funnier, there is nothing in the wallet, and he keeps his wallet in his bag. Very amusing.
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The x is starting to really hit hard. I can’t stay here, mumbling to myself and laughing at J, I must dance. So myself, N, and my tripping mates, along with this girl Candy who is awesome to party with, head down to the pools, where the funky house is playing. Sucking contentedly on a sucker, I find myself in an incredibly psychadelic place, filled with funky house and flowing neon colours. Even my sucker glows! despite rushing my tits off cos of the ex, I am completely unable to dance so I decide to chill by the psychadelic pool, as the atmosphere is chilled and quite inviting, reminding me vaguely of the carribean.
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My mates want to move on though, and explore this strange alternate Woodstock we have found ourselves in. We climb to the top of the water slide and once again marvel at the amazing power of the stars. The top of the slide gives us an amazing view of most of the venue, mainly the main stage. The absolute euphoria I feel must be drug induced, but I don’t care. This is the most spiritual, perfect experience ever. I try telling this to my friends, but find that I am without words to explain what I am feeling, its fine, they seem caught up in their own crazy thoughts.
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Upon going back to the main stage, I find that the ground is not only more spongy, but it now sticks to my feet. Laughing, I slip in between the wavelengths, staring at the amazing laser show from the main stage and thinking how my least favorite band which is playing at this time, isn’t all that bad, in fact they the best!! I love them! To get a better view of what is now the greatest band of all time, we climb to the top of the halfpipe in the skatepark.
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While sitting there, smoking joints and flying amongst the stars, we notice some dude, sitting on his 80cc motorbike, in the halfpipe. We start shouting for him to ride the halfpipe and, drunk and full of confidence, he starts riding up and down the halpipe gradualy getting higher and higher, until he jumps off the bike and lets it fall to the ground. He repeats this process, making his bike do backflips, frontflips, he even jumps it over the funbox, nearly killing two people who got out of the way just in time. He does this again and again, gradualy fucking the bike up until there is no possble way it will start, let alone be rideable, and yet he still carries on. Eventualy, the bike is nearly in two seperate halves, both wheels are square and the fuel tank is ruptured.
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At this point, some one from the massive crowd this drunk madness has caused hands the lengendry drunk rider a bottle of brandy. He takes a swig and then pours some into the engine, and, impossible though it may seem, he starts it and does it all again to the massive aplause of the crowd. I have no explanation for this except that crazy things happen when I trip. I would also like to add that this is the funniest thing I have ever seen and I doubt I will ever see anything funnier in all my days. I was surprised to walk away from the skatepark and find that I was still alive, and I had not died laughing.
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lsd=T 6:00
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mdma=T 3:00
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We rode out the rest of the trip missioning around alot before deciding to go back to the tent and comedown. We smoked lots of joints and got to sleep at about 8 in the morning.
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One of the best nights of my life.<!-- 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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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
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It was early one evening-- about 7:00pm and I had 2 friends: A and Blake at my house having a drink and smoke before heading off to a party. Earlier that week my friend suggested that we get some LSD and try it before we went to the party, so we purchased a batch of 9 blotters (we had no idea of the strength at the time) from a classmate. About 30 minutes after my friends arrived at my place we were ready for the trip, we each took one blotter and necked 3 glasses of orange juice (we heard that it prolongs and heightens the effects). We continued smoking weed and drinking lightly for approximately 40mins before deciding to leave early for the party which started at 9.
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It took us about 20mins to walk from my house and by the time we reached the party the effects of the drug still hadn’t kicked in. My friend A was complaining that I had bought some wack produce but I re-assured him that it was good quality and the effects would kick in soon. My other friend Blake suggested that we should take the rest of the batch, I was a bit uneasy with the suggestion but with a bit of coaxing I gave in. We each took two more blotters approximately 1 hour after our first hit. It was a pretty good party and the effects of alcohol and weed made it that little bit better.
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I was working my magic on a few local girls when I noticed my two friends sitting on a couch staring intently at something. I wondered over to them and asked how they were feeling, but I didn't get the slightest reaction from them so glanced over my shoulder expecting to see a topless girl. All I saw was a huge oil painting of a man with his dog. As I stared harder, to my amazement, the man started to kick his dog and then as if a great gust of wind had swept through the painting it transformed into an abstract pool of color seemingly swimming across the canvas. The colors leaked into the surrounding walls and proceeded to absorb anything and everything that it touched, until the whole room was a vibrant oil painting. I turned back to my friends after what seemed like hours of color watching and we all smiled in unison. This is gunna be awesome!
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All three of us walked back to the room with the local girls and to my delight I could actually see the music hanging in the air, every beat of the drum sent a ripple throughout the room. Each ripple elegantly swam through the crowd of dancing people until it erupted into a golden shower of dust. Every time the colored lights collided with the divine disco ball, hanging precariously above the dancing people, tiny rainbows danced across the air. I turned to A who was obviously witnessing similar events, I was momentarily worried when I didn’t see Blake next to him but A assured me that he was in the kitchen getting a drink from the keg.
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After some maniac like dancing we slid into the kitchen for a drink, it never struck me at the time but Blake was nowhere to be seen. I felt a bit dehydrated so I went searching the kitchen for a drink. I necked a couple of cups of some sugary red, which made me hurl my guts out all over the kitchen floor and down my jacket front. I took my jacket off and my skivvy which had also been covered in goo and asked the host if I could put them in the washing machine. I returned to the kitchen to find A gnawing on the counter, which I must say disturbed me a little so I decided to take him for a walk.
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I had a vision of Blake imprinted in my mind, he was leeching lichen off the side of a paddle steamer in the motion of a gold fish at feeding time, then it vanished and I came to. I opened my eyes and saw A’s face just inches from my own, he stepped back and I got up (at the time I wasn’t concerned about this). A then explained that we had been walking for a long time, and that when crossing a main road I stopped in front of oncoming traffic and announced that I could stop a truck. He swiftly pulled me off the road and I collapsed in a nearby park. The strangest thing is I remember nothing since leaving the house. A had some nine volt batteries and was trying to eat them saying over and over that it was time for his medicine. I snatched the batteries from his hands and told him that there wasn’t time for nonsense, we had a quest to get back to the house. I threw the batteries into the air and noticed that the trees were reaching at me with their huge arms. A told me that he needed a glass of milk to calm the wolves howling in his head. Everything turned dark and cold which freaked me out so I told A that we should run back to the party.
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We arrived at the party, puffing and sweating so we took a breather on the stoop, my head was throbbing and I realised that the effects were at their peak. I looked up at the windows and noticed a stream of red light spewing from them. I walked into the music room and was horrified to find that the dancing people had transformed into demons who were having fits in an upright position. This wasn’t the half of it, each time their bodies pulsated a bald, legless kitten poured out of their mouths, fell to the ground and slid across the floor into the colored room. The kittens bewildered me so I followed them into the colored room, as I did so I noticed that A was being cornered by the demons, the look on his face at that moment will haunt me forever.
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I ran over and tried to leave the house via the colored room. As I ran in there I could sense that the room was happy to see me but as I grabbed the door handle my blood ran cold. The once vibrant colors of the room changed into an oozing, thick, dark red. The room wanted me to stay, the walls of the room started to compress and I felt that if I didn’t get out immediately, I would die. Just then I felt an overwhelming urgency to leave, in fury I began kicking and screaming at the door but to my surprise it flung open inwards to reveal A standing there. We stared at each other for a split second and then ran of into the night.
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The next morning the police found me in a park sitting on the grass just staring up at the sky, when they asked me about A’s whereabouts I simply without looking pointed to a nearby stormwater drain witch I had seen A take refuge in earlier that mourning. I was taken to hospital but realised later that day, A had to stay longer he had a mild case of pneumonia from sitting in the water of that drain all night. The police also asked me about the whereabouts of Blake so I told them everything that had happened. This all happened one year ago and Blake still has not been found. I close by recommending people to stay away from LSD and try other drugs like weed because LSD is one bad mother fucker.<!-- 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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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:10</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.0 g</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/syrian_rue/">Syrian Rue</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:15</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 g</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:20</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 g</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 bowls</td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">150 lb</td>
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Setting:
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I was at my friend F's house with other friends D and S. It is in a rural neighborhood with many trees around.
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F, D, and S are all experienced with acid, shrooms, ecstacy, and other psychedelics. I assume they will be great company on my trip.
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I have been wanting to make Ayahuasca for a long time, since I'd been reading up for several months. I finally ordered some syrian rue seeds and jurema root bark, and when F's parents went out of town for the night it was finally time.
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I hadn't intended on taking the LSD, and it was also my first time with it. I also had only taken shrooms once before this (2.5g). I had tried other psychedelics, but not to this extent. This was esentially my first real psychedelic experience.
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I followed dietary precautions for a day before the trip, and I didn't eat anything the day of.
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I was at C's house with F and D. They were drinking a few beers, and around 10:00 we headed over to F's. It was completely black outside because of the new moon. We headed through a forest trail which none of us could see our path, but F had a cell phone, so that helped a bit. Eventually we got to F's house, where we were suprised to see S's blazer. We went inside and F yelled at S for coming here without F being around. (F and S get into bitchy quarrels like this alot, especially when consuming alcohol.)
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I got to making my syrian rue and mimosa extracts very promptly, as it was already after 10. I ground up 21g syrian rue in a coffee grinder and put 2L distilled bottled water in a pot with about 600mL lemon juice and 500mg acorbic acid (vitamin c). I did the same with 10g jurema.
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After an hour of boiling I strained them with a t-shirt, kept the very discolored water, and put roughly the same amounts of water, lemon juice, and vitamin c in the pots and reboiled each.
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The syrian rue water was very yellow-brown and glowed VERY strongly in a blacklight. I allowed S to drink a spoonful and his mouth glowed very brightly as well. They were amazed it did this (though I'd explained before that it would). The jurema water was an earthy dark red color.
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After boiling these each 2 more times (not as long as the first), the water seemed to be not as colorful each time. Eventually the rootbark looked colorless and I threw the used up bark and seed away. I boiled the Jurema extract down to 250mL and the syrian rue extract down to almost nothing. Then I poured the now very syrupy rue extract into a glass container and put it in the oven at 300 degrees (F) until it was very thick. I scraped this up and rolled 2 small balls of it (I'm assuming about 3-4g total).
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It was now 12:15 and D suggested that I eat my mushrooms. He also suggested that I take this low-dose acid that he had at home (he lives a few houses away from F).
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T- 0:10: Acid paper is put on tongue to dissolve.
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T+ 0:00: Ingested the 2 balls of syrian rue extract.
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T+ 0:05: Ingested the 1.5g shrooms over a period of about 5 minutes.
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T+ 0:20: Started sipping from 50mL cup of jurema juice.
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T+ 0:45: Feeling a bit weird, I think it's probably the effects of the rue.
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T+ 0:50: S and F get into another quarrel, and I tell them they definitely should not start that right now, and that we should smoke some weed and chill.
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T+ 0:55: 2 bowls are smoked.
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T+ 1:10: I am starting to see spiral patterns everywhere in my vision. I ask S what he thinks about it. He tells me it's probably the acid doing it's work on me.
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I begin to lose my concept of time after that point, so I'll explain the best I can (although it may not be in order).
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S and I decide to go outside. I look at the stars and am greatly amazed at what I see. The sky is full of motion! There are gigantic red and blue and orange balls flying around everywhere!! There are shooting stars and everything! I was astounded at how all this looked. There was one star in particular that looked amazing to me. It was bright red/orange and HUGE! Actually, now that I think back to Astronomy class, that must've been Mars I was looking at.
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As we walked around the block I saw a house I remembered from my childhood. My best friend from elementary and middle school used to live in that house. After that I started vividly remembering things about my childhood, and this kid. It was amazing how I could remember things I hadn't thought about for several years.
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When we returned to F's house we went down to F's room and visited him and D. We listened to some music and chilled for awhile. I was enjoying the spiraly visuals still, and my hands were glowing in the blacklight from the rue. It was pretty neat.
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Eventually I got tired of that and went upstairs to lay down on the couch. I realized I was cold, so I went to get a blanket. S was watching a show on Animal Planet about elephants. He thought it was very interesting, but I constantly wanted to turn it off because it was far too intense. Eventually he let me shut it off, and he started to fall asleep.
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This is where my trip went bad. I became very dehydrated so I drank several cups of water. I tried falling asleep, but I would become very uncomforable. At some points I started to feel like I was going to die. It was very uncomforable, and at this point I just wanted it to end. I kept telling myself it was only the drugs and that it eventually would wear off. However, I couldn't get it out of my head that I would be stuck like this forever. I thought I was going insane for a while.
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Then I was very concerned about my parents finding out about it. I don't know how they would, but at that point it didn't matter.. They would find out. This worried me greatly for a long time.
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Eventually I needed to pee really bad because of all the water. I got up and did this several times, each time filling up my then empty cup of water.
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Finally around 5 I started to feel a little back to normal, but I knew I couldn't sleep so I turned the TV on. Around 6 I was back to reality for sure, but I could not fall asleep. I watched TV for what must have been about 4 hours, when finally S woke up and talked to me. We cleaned up our mess in the house, and at 10:30, he brought me home.
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We played Resident Evil for a few hours and I was definitely back to normal. I wasn't even tired, although I knew I should be since I didn't sleep at all.
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I ended up not falling asleep until 12:30 that night, which means I'd been up for 38 hours. What a day.
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Looking back, I believe I underestimated the rue's effect on acid, and I think that part was a bad idea. On the other hand, it was an experience I wont soon forget, both good and bad of it.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 45998</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 3, 2008</td><td>Views: 24,377</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b> </b></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> </td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3.5 g</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/mushrooms/">Mushrooms</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(dried)</b></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> </td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.5 g</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">185 lb</td>
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It was a Friday night last week, a little get together with 4 people to have a good time. I'm 17 and have done marijuana since I was 12 numerous times, have done acid 3 times and mushrooms only once. We had done 2 dollar a hit acid, and taken 2-3 hits of that. This night we got very good acid, 5 dollars a hit, 275 ugs per hit. I talked to my friend Z and asked him to get us not only that but 1/2 an ounce of mushrooms for us 4, 1/8 apiece. I had 1/8 of kind bud and we planned on having a crazy weekend. We intended on taking the acid Friday night, then the mushrooms early Saturday morning then going to a party Saturday night, it didn't quite work out that way.
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We took 1 hit of the acid and then smoked 4 bowls in Zs new glass piece at 8 oclock. A half hour after the first hit we took the other hit of acid and smoked 2 more bowls, to make sure we were chill and didnt do anything too crazy. An hour and a half after the first hit of acid, we were really stoned and it hadn't kicked in yet, Z said it might not have been real acid so we decided to take the 1/8 of shrooms. Big Mistake.
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We ate the shrooms and saved the crumbs for the next day to lace with weed. We decided we had best smoke some more weed because the acid could have a little effect, so R rolled us a pretty big joint, about a gram in it. So we were incredibly chilled, and about 30 minutes later it kicked in. I expected the shroom effect I had before, but it was unlike the shrooms or the acid I had taken in the past. The colors reminded me of mushrooms, but the crazy thoughts in my head and the shaky environment told me right then and there that the acid was indeed coming into effect. It had been 2 hours since the first hit of acid.
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I looked over at R and he wasn't doing too hot, he was curled up in a ball on my bed staring at the floor. He kept muttering something like, 'I can't fall. I just can't fall'. It's gonna get me. So we decided to smoke some more of the weed seeing as to how he was having a bad trip. That idea was even worse. I looked at the bowl and it was looking kind of funky, I couldn't get the flame in the bowl to spark the weed. I decided to just give up and let R smoke the whole thing, Z and A agreed with me. He picked up the bowl and threw it against the wall, and yelled out, 'Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with you guys! Are you trying to kill me!' Luckily the bowl didnt break.
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It had been about 3 hours since the first hit of acid, and the shrooms and both hits of acid were in effect. I kept seeing people walking in and out of my room, I told one of them to get the fuck out and he turned around and his face was that of a demon. It was one of the scariest things I had ever seen in my life. He looked at me and said, if you want your family to stay alive you will shut the fuck up and go to bed, so I tried by damndest. I was on the floor face down, with my eyes closed. With shrooms I had seen smilie faces and such, and with acid I had seen colors, but oh, not this time. All I could think of was what he said, and there were flames and screams. I couldnt get it out. Obviously the weed had not done much, even though we smoked most of the 1/8. I can only imagine what it must have been like if I didn't smoke the weed.
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It was about 4 and a half hours since the first dose, we had taken 550 ugs of acid, 1/8 (3.5 grams) of mushrooms, and 2.5-3 grams of weed. I was still on the floor scared shitless. I looked at R and he wasn't doing to hot at all. Z had done acid some 2 dozen times, shrooms about 15, he seemed to be handling it quite well, so he was talking to R and trying to calm him down. He was enjoying his trip, and decided it would be good to give R a bowl of his weed, he didn't say what it was, but it was stronger then KB. He held the bowl and sparked it for him, but he didnt want to smoke it.
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At this point it got really foggy. It was 5 hours into it, and I remember stuff at about 7 and a half. I start remembering stuff at me being in my car, scared shitless of the demon faced people inside that want to kill my family, and on top of that (I'm not sure what happened in that 2 and a half hours) I thought that everyone turned into werewolves and wanted to kill me. Z had managed to get R in bed and chilling, A was in my room with him. A was sketchy, but not as bad as me or R, Z was actually enjoying it. He went out on the roof and was staring at the sky talking about how beautiful it was.
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At about 9 hours, I stopped tripping badly. I had vomit on my shirt and had peed my pants (at least that's what it smelled of). I went inside my house, still tripping pretty hard, and found R asleep and A and Z on the roof. I went up on the roof and they looked at me kind of funny, I told them that I wasn't having a bad trip, they were talking to each other and chilling and I joined in. We stared up at the stars and chilled. At about 11 hours the sun was coming up (7 in the morning) and we were still tripping. We went inside and put on The best of the Grateful Dead and laid back. R woke up and was tripping, but he was better (as in he was not having a bad trip) We talked and chilled, staring at my posters of the beatles and method man, and they would come out of the posters and sit next to me and start talking to me. Method Man has a blunt in his mouth in my poster, and we were passing it around.
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At 18 hours it was 2 in the afternoon and we started to come down. We all took a nap on my floor, woke up at about 6-7 and didn't go to the party, we were coming down from everything still. We had about 4 bowls of weed laced with shrooms crumbs. We each did a bowl apiece and weren't tripping very hard, but were so happy and stoned. We put on soul plane, then half baked, then idle hands and could not stop laughing. We were crying rivers and it was great. At about 32 hours (4 in the morning) we were coming down from the weed and shroom crumbs, and went to bed.
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The first 9 hours of my trip was incredibly horrible, I never want that to happen again. I loved it later on, I will probably do it again but with only 1 hit of acid. I strongly advise anyone intending on doing shrooms and acid to think it over twice, It's rough if you're not up to par.<!-- End Body -->
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This is my recollection of my first acid trip. It was done with my girlfriend who had never done it either. My experience with drugs consists of chemicals such as MDMA, MDA, MDE, Methamphetamine (glass), Ketamine, Dipenhydramine (Dramamine), Adderall, Vikadin and plants such as marijuana and mushrooms.
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Setting: My friend's apartment with no one home except my girlfriend and I, very trippy one floor apartment with weird pictures on the walls and interesting color schemes. Outside the weather is awful, raining/snowing/sleeting and cold. The night before, well about 1 that morning we took about 250 mg of Ketamine each at a rave and sniffed Rush, so that might have been a factor in the upcoming trip. At around 12:30 pm we dropped 3 tabs each and waited.
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T+1 hour: Starting to feel odd, just straight out weird. A bit anxious, I can feel it in my stomach and it's really annoying, we're giggling about everything mocking the cats in the house, I don't even know why, it was just funny. We start seeing some visuals, things turning and spiraling and patterns emerging and such, nothing brilliant but hey it was entertaining. The nausia is subsiding a bit. All of a sudden my friend whose house I was at comes into the house crying, and I think 'Oh shit, tell me this isn't just a perfectly cliche event to lead us onto a bad trip.' So I go into the other room and that's when the fear starts coming, because we just started coming up fairly strong when my friend came in and I'm like damnet, so I started thinking of like all these terrible things associated with evil and death and it was just scary, and I was on the verge of freeking out when my girlfriend came in and comforted me, saying how she was okay and my friend had made her hot chocolate. So I calmed down a bit, my friend left and it was us 2 again in the house.
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T+2 hours: I'm starting to get really paranoid of my friend's mom coming home, even though I knew for a fact she would not be home till about 6:30 and it was about 2 or 2:30. I kept trying to comprehend what was happening as nothing was real anymore, patterns emerged from every crevice of the room, the music was incredable but I just felt SO weird I couldn't take it. I was in a continual thought loop trying to figure out what was going on. I kept getting real scared and I just wanted it to end. My girlfriend calmed me down a bit, it took a while but she did. Making out is real weird, I got bizarre mental visions. I kept envisioning weird colors in my mind.
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T+2.5 hours: Now the ceiling is raining rainbows though the ceiling is actualy white, and occasionally I see bursts of butterflys or it would start raining roses down on us. I was getting antsy again as I didn't know what to do with myself we were literally stuck in the house because we couldn't go outside. The reason we couldn't go outside is when we looked out the window the trees turned alive and multiplied their branches and were just terrifying. Staring at the water on the ground from the second story window, the water turned into multitudes of letters and formed words. I was looking at black crows go by and right after they went by, a good 100+ more crows flew by in different areas of the sky, obviously hallucinations. So overall outside was too scary, but we didn't know what to do. I couldn't escape my mind which was on sensory overload. If there was no music I would hear sounds possibly miles away as if they were right next to me, and what was worse was they echoed - LOUD. And then there were more and more and more noises to the point where I couldn't be in the room.
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T+3 hours: The acid was getting too me, I kept thinking that this wouldn't end and I'd be in a world that wasn't real forever, nothing was real anymore, the fan was alive, the walls were alive, the blankets were alive, the floor was alive. Patterns melted into each other, and then formed new ones, from those patterns came new ones. The tracers were unbelievable, I'd be able to swing my hands around and I could move the color/pattern scheme of one object right onto another object. If the wall was striped I could bring the stripes onto the floor. As I walked into each room I began turning every light on in the apartment to make everything glow it's own individual color. And it did, as I walked into the kitchen everything was green, we decided we were hungry but couldn't cook anything so I took out clementimes. The problem was they were green, so we thought they were bad. We forgot that when oranges are green it just means there not totally ripe. Somehow we thought that it was like bread, that turns green (mold) when it's bad, so it took us a while to figure that out.
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T+4 hours: I am crazy. I am so far gone that I actually gave up, when my girlfriend was wondering the apartment, I decided to sit in this little tiny back room next to the refridgerator and wait it out. My girlfriend, being the persistant little girl she is came in and sat with me and basically talked me through it somehow. The irony is that I'm about 1000x more experianced than her but she managed to talk me into being happy.
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At one point I saw a train go by the window and my girlfriend saw a little girl standing in the middle of the room pointing towards a chandelier. There was a chandalier in the room but not where she saw it. At this point the music started getting overwhelming, my music selection was shitty as I kind of just figured pink floyd would be amazing, but in fact it was so bizarre it was actually scaring me, so we vigorously searched through my friends selection and found Good Charlotte. Yes - good Charlotte, we put it in and it was so corny that it made me happy! So were tripping out on the floor in her living room as my girlfriend is peeling/feeding me oranges and listening to Good Charlotte.
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T+5 hours: At this point the mental part of the trip is diminishing, I have almost complete control of my mind which is wonderful because I'm totally not paranoid anymore and overall I'm just happy. But the great thing was the visuals were still increasing in intensity. The most beautiful patterns I've ever seen are appearing everywhere, everywhere I looked things were alive, it was magnificent. On top of that, I was starting to melt from time to time. I would actually feel my fingers extending or growing or getting fat/thin and I'd see it as well. In fact I even showed my girlfriend how my fingers were stretching and she saw it as I saw it and as I felt it. I was also, as well, able to control the movement of certain things with certain body parts, for example as my hand grew and shrank and moved I could move the door in that same fashion.
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As with looking at ourselves and each other, when I looked at my girlfriend her head would grow and shrink, and her eyes (which she has nice big eyes as is) would grow huge, as well as her feet, but the rest of her body shrunk. It was if we were in Sonic the Hedgehog or Mario - actually she looked like a hedgehog, or tails from Sonic. At one point I saw my girlfriend was doin something weird with her arm, she was like trying to grab something in the sleeve of her sweatshirt with her hand. I asked her what she was doing and she said that her hand was lonely and wanted to meet another body part. At one point we were standing in the kitchen and I was saying how I was hungry and could go for a snickers bar. All of a sudden she's like yeah!... Jesse.... and that was it. I knew the rest of what she was going to say as one time Jesse gave us a snickers bar when we came home rolling and needed food bad, I knew the rest of what she was going to say because her memory actually transfered to me visually, I saw it happen in front of my eyes at that moment.
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T+6 hours: At this point the visuals are receding, but just barely, the thought process was still really weird/fun. We took up some recreational time by drawing, I drew on her as she drew on a piece of paper.
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T+8 hours: Sexual activity is fun, and were just having fun, things are still visually interesting, many things still breathing and swirling and very fun too look at, many patterns are still manifesting the house. We're laughing about a lot of things again and my girlfriend was sticking her tongue out at some poster cos she thought he was mean. Haha.
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T+9 hours: We were still seeing visuals but my dad came and picked us up and brought my girlfriend home. When I came home I ate food (which was kinda icky) and talked to my girlfriend on the phone till 3 am - visuals were still here, I have some trippy shit in my room, lava lamps, electricity balls, etc. And they were making butterflys all over my ceiling.
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The next morning I felt fairly fine, a bit brain dead, wasn't too enthused to go to work for 6 hours, but managed to go and didn't do to bad. Currently it's the next day at 7:30 pm I feel almost completely back to normal.<!-- End Body -->
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I'd known all week that I was going to take acid. It would be only my second time. I really enjoyed my first trip, and was looking forward very much so to my next time.
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I started out the night by meeting some friends at a bar, and later we went to a party at a friend's house. I got completely wasted on rum and pot, but by the time we decided to start walking to the next house (and party) I was starting to sober up a bit. My friend (I'll call him E) warned me that the acid was really powerful, and to not take both of my hits at once. Me, in my infinite wisdom, essentially said 'Fuck you, E!' and took both of them on our trip to the second party. I held the tabs (my first time was liquid on sugar cubes, this time it was unmarked blotter paper) under my tongue for a couple minutes before swallowing. The walking helped bring it on rather quickly, undoubtedly the residues of rum and pot in my system helped as well.
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I remember getting to the apartment, but later during my trip I completely forgot about it. I started tripping heavily when we got there, but at first it didn't feel much different from my first time. I talked with some people, had trouble keeping my thoughts in order, was fascinated by lights, and danced to music. Music was pretty darn trippy my first time on acid, but this time it seemed to get under my skin and I couldn't help but dance to it. My memory kind of blanks in and out for the next six to eight hours or so. Sometimes I remembered that I was on acid, other times I forgot entirely, and it was like this state of mind was normal.
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During times when I remembered, I wasn't scared at all. I have one memory of briefly wondering if I'd permanently fucked my mind over, and this would never end, but I banished that thought. I went from wanting to be around lots of people, to needing a bit of quiet, but still not wanting to be completely alone. At one point I realised that most of the people there were on acid as well, and I remember this being shocking to me -- realising that they were almost as messed up as I was.
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The times I didn't remember, I wasn't scared. It was just, weird. I find it so hard to describe now. At one point I was sitting in a spare bedroom with two friends, one of whom was sober, and I found even simple movements very hard to co-ordinate. I managed to smoke a cigarette, and ash in the ashtray, but these took great effort. Apparently I was chainsmoking, although I don't really remember that. At one point a friend and I were talking about random things -- and being that I didn't know I was on acid, I didn't know she was too. So the conversation was rather disjointed, and jumped around a lot -- at one point I realised this, and asked why we were talking about such things in such a way.
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My sense of time was completely thrown off. Some things seemed to take forever, others flew by. I'd lay down for a minute and I'd be there, staring at the wall, for half an hour, even though I thought it was a few moments. Or I'd lay down for a few moments, but I'd think it was hours and when I sat up I'd have no memory of what happened before. It's like I was awake, but dreaming, really. The best way I can describe it is similar to how I dream.
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At one point some of my friends were pretty concerned, and the party host gave me some pure MDMA to try to help calm down the visuals. He only has powdered form, and I've never railed anything in my life, so my acid-befuddled mind decided to eat it (thank god for a large bottle of water nearby.) I have no recollection if they helped 'calm down the visuals' or not, because it wasn't really visuals that were messing with me -- no hallucinations of things trying to eat me, no hand of God descending from the sky, nothing. Don't get me wrong, I was having visual hallucinations, I even had tunnel vision at one point, but I've never really hallucinated things that weren't there, unless it's colours.
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After six or eight hours or so, I came down enough to look after myself. I was still high for another six hours, however, with feelings of euphoria, lovely kalidaiscopes of colour, and a kind of synesthasea with the music (combination of music causing colours/patterns to form in my vision, along with my body to move in certain ways.) I had interesting conversations with people about drugs, Earth, sex, music, and random other topics, but less disjointed than before -- I could keep better track of my thoughts.
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All in all, I wouldn't call it a bad trip, but I definetly couldn't take care of myself for a while there, and I didn't even remember who I was. I really think language drastically fails in describing what I was experiencing for those six/eight hours. I think the only reason why I wasn't scared the times I forgot, was because it just seemed normal. In that way dreams have of being totally weird to your waking mind, but when you're dreaming them everything seems perfectly normal.
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I learned some pretty interesting things about myself in the 'second half' of my trip, via discussion with others. It's like I had to rebuild my mind on my own from a period of insanity, like how you slowly become aware after waking up from a vivid dream. I'm hoping that the next time I do acid, I'll not be so stupid and only take little bits gradually, and hopefully I can achieve something similar to the second half of my last trip.<!-- End Body -->
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First off, I'll start with an overview of what substances I've tried and my experiences with them. I've smoked weed and hash for some years now, and while this is my drug of choice, I'm not afraid of experimenting, and have tried MDMA (crystals and pills), opium, alcohol, shrooms, acid, ayahuasca/DMT (didn't work), valium, cocaine and amphetamine at least once. I do not like pure stimulants (coke and speed) very much, as they inflate my ego too much. I've always considered acid and MDMA my favourites for special occasions, but have never tried them together, or even tried acid around many people.
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This experience took place during an electronic dance music festival in England, the summer of 2007. It was the second day of the festival, and me and my friend (from here refered to as P) had got our hands on some 'The Da Vinci Code' blotters of acid, and shit loads of pills and mdma crystals. None of us had tried acid and mdma together, but both had wanted for some time, as we both considered these as the most rewarding psychoactives to our knowledge. We dropped the first blotter around noon and went to eat. We had read quite alot of the combination, and had the impression that the trip could be quite chaotic and troublesome, so we were in a little nervous set of mind. Therefore we decided to let the acid take effect first, and then swallow the pills and see how it got. We walked around the festival, talked with some random strangers, ate our food, listened to some concerts and waited for the acid.
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As we had been tripping the day/night before, the first effects, which came after around 45 minutes, were quite mild, and the trip felt warm, so we decided to drop the first pill (a white bomb, very good pills with much MDMA). We continued walking around, drinking water, watching concerts and chatting about everything. We tend to have very deep conversations when tripping, and the MDMA added very much to this, as we were very sociable throughout.
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About two hours after we dropped the first blotter we decided to go back to our tents to chill out a little, drink some water and take some more acid. On our way back we got hold of circa one gram of skunk which we would very much like to smoke. We went back to our tents, still having quite mild effects from the acid, and medium effects from the pill. We lay down in P's tent, dropped one more blotter of acid and one more pill. This was approx [+2:30]. We started making some spliffs, while listening to music from a psytrance concert fairly close to our tents. We both had a feeling that the air, us and the music was liquid, and that everything flowed 'through' us. It was very pleasant, and added a weird feel to the music. We both enjoy psytrance btw :)
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After about half an hour I had to take a dump and went to a shop to buy some toilet paper. Before, I've always had problems with standing in queues when tripping, 'cause I often feel people look at me weirdly which makes me somewhat uncomfortable. This was not a problem at all now. The pills was kicking hard, and I felt warm, pleasant and very sociable. I was constantly grinning, dancing to the music and having a blast, but the best thing was that I always was consciously aware of what I was doing, and full control of my mind and body. Usually when I'm on MDMA I drift off all the time, forgetting what to do, what to say and stuff like that. With the acid in addition, I felt so goddamn sharp all the time.
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When I was walking back towards P's tent, I remembered the name of a Shpongle tune, called 'Once Upon the Sea of Blissful Awareness', and found that it matched my mindset perfectly. I was floating around on a sea, there was mud all over, I had wellies on, but I didn't give a flying fuck, the world was beautiful, I was beautiful, all the people on the festival was beautiful, the music was beautiful. Simply put, everything was bliss, and I was so extremely aware of it. I finished taking my dump and came back to P's tent at about [+4:00].
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Now the second blotter was kicking hard for me, and for P as well, he told when I asked. Our nervousness for tripping on a festival had completely disappeared (the last day we had just taken a quarter of a blotter each, so we weren't very trippy that day). We both were enjoying it fully, and lo and behold! P had three perfect coned spliffs ready for consumption, and our favourite artists were going to play concerts from now and throughout the evening and night.
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We smoked a spliff and suddenly we heard some BADASS thunderstrikes not far away. My tent wasn't completely waterproof, so I took on my poncho and went out of P's tent to attend to mine. Suddenly it started raining like fucking hell, I've never been out in that heavy rain before, but it was very enjoyable. It was thunder, it was rain, and I was tripping on acid, rolling on MDMA and grooving on cannabis. It felt so good, and while I was holding my tent to shake it dry once in a while, I was dancing to the music from the psytrance tent! It must've looked hilarious. As most people were trying to get away from the rain, I was standing there, letting it pour over me like it was the fountain of youth, dancing all the while :D The rain only lasted a short while, and at about [+4:15], P came out of his tent, I left my tent and we headed into the psytrance tent to watch Benji Vaughan (Prometheus) play a DJ set before Shpongle should enter the stage. The liquid feeling we had gotten before, was intensifying, and we were dancing and raving like madmen to the music, taking some pauses to drink water, converse with people, catch some air or smoke some cigarettes.
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Although we were tripping very hard, we still didn't get any of those 'thought-tunnels', which often can drive my mind into when I'm tripping. We were both very sharp, very concentrated, extremely ecstatic and at all times sociable. We had loads of rewarding conversations, met loads of interesting people and still got time to dance in the mud. I had some pretty powerful visual and auditorial (hearing-related...) effects, while P just had audiotorial. But that's the usual deal when we're tripping, I'm kind of more visually oriented than him.
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At circa [6:00], Benji went off stage and Shpongle was getting ready to play. As usual, I wanted more MDMA and went with P to our tents (40 seconds walk:P). I took two white bombs at once, while P only took one. We went back into concert tent, and Shpongle started. Shpongle is one of my favourite artists, and I've seen them live once before (rolling on MDMA). This time though, my condition was perfect. I was still tripping hard, feeling liquid and very floaty, infinitely aware and when the two white bombs kicked in, I had a constant spiritual experience. It was pure ecstasy (mental ecstasy), combined with an awareness which just was sublime. I was dancing, making sounds, having shivers, interchangably or all at once, all the time, the entire concert. It was without doubt the hallmark experience of my life, and I've had quite an array of experiences throughout my life.
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When the concert was finished, me and P hooked up by our tents. We had lost each other during the concert, but none of us got stressed out by that. We both had enjoyed it thouroughly, and went back to P's tent to chill out and recuperate.
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It was now around [7:45], and suddenly all the energy left me. I was chilling out, freezing a bit, having no energy left to move at all, but still feeling quite good. We had quite a lot of concerts to see this night, but I couldn't gather any more energy. I didn't want to take more mdma, since I felt my brain had worked enough and was afraid it would burn out if I raved any more this night. So at about [+9:00], P went out to see more concerts, raving more, and eventually end up doing ketamine for the first time, and so on, while I went back to my tent, lying in my sleeping bag and listening to the music that blasted out of the psytrance tent (called the Liquid stage), feeling absolutely exhausted and still quite trippy.
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The pills had completely gone off, and I gathered that was the reason for my exhaustion. I really wanted to party more, but my brain just said plain no. I had reached the peak of my life, now it was time to chill out, relax, recuperate and let it sink in. I fell asleep at around [+10:30] and slept for about ten hours.
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I'm sorry if I couldn't add enough depth to this report, but it was just so much that happened this night that I can't write in detail about it all. But all in all I had a killer time, and would like to recommend the combination of LSD and MDMA to everyone who believe they have a mind for it. For me, it's the perfect festival combination. It gave me the best from both worlds :)<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
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Eleven thirty PM sitting in a modern technology devil worshipping shrine of love, I and a lovely fellow ingested one and a half tabs of LSD. Following the consume we sprung up for a walk, hoping to speed up the uphill rollercoaster ride of peace and love. Cigarettes in our mouths we walked downward a dark and slightly dreary starless night. After climbing the roof of my companion’s childhood education palace we had a chat. Beautiful as it was, I shall always remember the flashes of light beckoning through the skies like gods own flashing camera lens.
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Soon the giggles had become engulfed in our vocabularies and we decided it was time we best head home. The walk back to her house is something I will always cherish, the sheer feeling of complete happiness and pure bliss glued our arms together in a waltz back to our safe retreat which was more than perfect for our night’s outlook. Soon inside it was starting to become obvious the drug was real and staring us in the face as we marveled at the kaleidoscope ceilings plastered throughout her home.
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But the night had just begun, and only roughly 40 minutes into the trip my partner seemed a bit uneasy about her current circumstance. I begun to feel the need to smoke the joint I had nestled inside my jean pocket. For I was feeling a bit cheated, how was she so far out there when I, the one who has been dreaming of this psychedelic mind warping experience for years simply could only see a few “trippy” designs on the ceiling? Yet as time would slow down, warp, reverse and manipulate itself over and over inside my head I begun to realize just what was happening…
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The computerized communication world epidemic was starting to strangle my dear friend to death as she tried relentlessly to chat with her buddy on AIM only to be shut down as she swiftly signed offline. I could tell the event troubled my friend as she begun to express vocally her desire to talk with the fellow female Cammie. We shared a few moments laughing and feeling daisy until the cloud of black begun to overshadow our colorful foresight.
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The clock on the wall read a quarter past midnight and all my companion can do is check to see what time it is over and over. Not only that but she is beginning to mumble about when her mom is coming back. I notice that she is starting to worry and I try to calm her down. We are able to spurt out a few coherent words through the AIM talking device to instruct a mutual friend over to our place. He agrees though it is late and he isn’t sure why we want him to come over so bad, he just thinks were sitting having a peaceful chat when really it was a hectic d-lysergic acid meltdown.
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Without knowing it we have turned the place into a mess, crap sprawled everywhere as far as thy eye can see. Our mutual friend enters the premise to find his male friend in an odd state laughing, drooling, crying, and then his female friend in an even odder state (details follow). At this moment I was glad to have someone else with me, as I was starting to freak out about how energetic my companion was acting. She was screaming, yelling, dancing, having the time of her life, loving every moment, yet I could sense that this was to be ending unfortunately soon. Our new mutual un-hallucinating friend had no idea we had eaten acid but I know he could tell something was very different. His once friend of few words had turned into the loudest daring woman of them all. She was constantly complimenting us on all different occasions, being very outspoken and very uninhibited and I believe this is why our fun came crashing to an end so quick.
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Next thing I know she is mixing all her words together speaking random sentences of the things we had done earlier in the day and what she had done weeks ago. Putting in random peoples names, names of people obviously emotionally attached to her. She mentioned my ex-girlfriend, my current girlfriend, her ex-boyfriends, her old friends, her current friends and all I can do is…well I hardly even remember but for the most part this is what I recall:
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Everything begun to take a 3d look, colors brightened and sounds expanded. I could get lost watching the amazing patterns devouring every surface of mass in the household. I kept seeing what seemed to be either George Harrison’s face or William Shakespeare’s face melting and morphing into an endless row of marching Aztec warriors out on the hunt of exploding colors and distorted sound waves. John Lennon’s I’m only sleeping dominated the conversation path as I begun to realize that my dear friend might not be in the greatest state of mind.
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“My mom, my mom! Is she here? Are the police here? Where is Laura? Where is Traci? Let’s go find my mom, in Las Vegas!” My dear friends mother was out for the night and wasn’t to be home until the next day so I was sure we were to be safe at least until the next morning, but how could I get her to stop worrying while still trying to enjoy the luxuries of flaming 3d color patterns infesting my retinas? After a while the cute nonsense jibber jabber ranting of my female friend was becoming quiet hilarious. She was getting everything mixed up, zoning in and out not knowing what day it was, if the sun or moon was out, what the sun or moon was, or what the hell we were doing. Then the situation began to get serious. I realized my dear friends self esteem was in my hands, or so I thought. I zoomed out and looked at myself laughing at her words with this new person who had no idea whatsoever of what we had done.
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Basically I realized at that moment just how stupid it was to give my dear friend the same dose as me, since she is much smaller in size. I realized she must be in another universe and then I begun to desperately try to help her. And that is when things became scary, she was zoning in and out speaking of the Beatles, Paul McCartney being dead, Dustin being so fucking stoned (repeated by a few smacks in the face) I began asking her what she was seeing, what was happening yet I would never get a single reply, just gibberish and laughing. But it was amazing; I had never seen this side of her, this outspoken extraordinary being had emerged from what I had hardly ever known. I realized then that I had no idea who this girl even was! I realized that I hardly ever spent any god damn time with her because I was always too busy trying to keep other people happy and in the end completely ignoring and never getting to know this amazing fucking person!
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I put on my newest record, hoping to get some reactions from my fellow peers, one of which was on acid and one of which was just laughing hysterically from the sights of us fried up morons trying to make sense of our senseless situation. I realized we were doing the same thing over and over again and time had slowed down so fast that 5 minutes seemed like hours and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with this collapsed life form in possession! Then next thing I know the house is silent and dear female friend had decided to clean up the house, acting on nervousness about her mother coming home, thinking it was already the next day when in fact it had been only a few seconds since she last asked what time it was. She was going bonkers and acting on impulse.
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She sat herself down on the kitchen table where from 4:30 in the morning to approximately 7:30 in the morning she sat and said not a single word but stared into the distance shifty eyed and emotionally distraught. I slapped her face, yelled her name, and shook her head, anything I could think of to get her out of this scary hell-hole of blank emotionless. Our mutual friend had taken off and I was left to stare at her in her face for the next 2 or 3 hours trying to get her to snap out of it but came out with no luck. I moved her lifeless limp body to the couch where her eyes shut and her breathing desisted. I thought she had died, luckily finally she coughed and I knew she was alright. But she still wouldn’t say a word, just stare into space until finally she mustered “What was the point of that?” and I’ll leave it at that.
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This whole amazing experience I saw through my eyes meant hardly anything to her, and naturally I was crushed. She offered me a ride home but I chose to spare the awkwardness so I walked 3 miles in the rain to my damned mother’s house watching patterns in the rain and dirt while making friends with a awkward kitten at the same time. The worst part of the experience is most likely the only strong memory I have from the time we had alone trying to make her awaken from her stare of death. And that embarrassingly enough is me thinking that in a way she was reborn in front of my eyes once I would be able to snap her out of her dreaded coma but of course that didn’t go so well neither. All in all, LSD is a force to be reckoned with, all up until you forget who you are and lose your brain on the carpet.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 9, 2008</td><td>Views: 6,068</td></tr>
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I awoke early on this Saturday morning. Tired yet very excited towards the coming adventure. We reached our destination around 9.30am, and instantly divided the tabs. My friend D*** and I were taking one and a half, and the others just one. We have had LSD before but only in small doses, and we never experienced it to its full potential. But we both knew after today that would change. We had an abandon house with a large block of land to trip at. Around 25 minutes after dropping the tabs, I was walking with my friend B** to retrieve some insect repellent as our trip spot was quite infected with mosquitos. While in the supermarket, I noticed overwhelming feeling of butterflies in my stomach, and anxious feeling. Once we had bought the repellent we then walked back to our trip spot.
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I noticed while approaching the abandoned house, it seemed to stretch very far away then normal, and kept stretching the more I walked towards it. Half an hour since dropping, back with my friends now, all feeling the same anxious butterflies in us, I slowly begin to feel the effects. My mind starts racing, I feel energy building up in me, my stomach begins to tense up and also my jaw clenches in a strange matter, very different to MDMA. My friends heads are warping slightly, nothing drastic. I don't remember the full effects creeping up on me so quickly, but around 1 hour into the trip, after lying down for a bit I open my eyes, the trees around me are no longer trees, but a collage of of amazing colours collapsing into each other. The effects are quite intense, I feel a discomfort of some sort, nasuea? I couldn't tell, my body had left reality, and now for some reason I could not identify what nausea felt like. I take deep breaths, I look up. Now wait a minute, I've never seen a tree turn that colour before. I start to feel more comfortable, calming my self down, taking more deep breaths. 'Ok I've taken some acid. I WILL be ok. I've done it before, even if something bad happens I will still be ok.'
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Slowly my mind falls deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole. Soon I cannot even remember what reality is or was. I sit up feeling an energy burst, Mars Volta is beeming from my friends speakers, the music appears in a Vein like formation on the ground weaving in and out of the leaves, truly amazing. I see my friend flick a insect off him. I stare at this insect, my mind starts its amazing power. I think about the insect's mind. What thoughts does it receive from its brain? Does it have emotions? WHAT CREATES A THOUGHT? My brain is now a masterpiece of thoughts, of life, the brain evolution. It is around 2 hours after dropping, I finally get to my feet, my friends heads are extremely oversized, caricature like. One of them for some reason resembles Richard D. James, from Aphex Twin exactly! 'HOW DID YOU DO THAT!?' I yell. My friends obviously are aware now of my altered state.
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I take a walk around the abandoned house, looking on the graffiti covered ground, the graffiti slowly starts to swirl around the ground with a smoke like texture. I slash some water onto it with my water bottle, the water stain expands rapidly to about 50 times its normals size, morphing into amazing shapes, disappearing and reappearing. I am astonished, I run back to show a friend, noticing back on the way the scenery slowly turning black and white and then back to its full coloured self, the leaves with a flurescent like texture. I take my friend B** to the spot where I saw the amazing event. I splash the water onto the ground, I see the exact same thing, so does B**, I then begin to realise that his mind and the rest of my friends are all now sharing the exact same wave length. We then begin to share our thoughts and discoveries, all being able to relate to each other, some amazing conversations, this is around 4 hours after dropping.
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We decide to take another walk, up a long pathway. So many different sceneries that I interpret as other worlds I witness on this walk. I say to my friends 'Welcome to the treadmill of numerous realities.' They burst out laughing, what a trippy thing to say I think to myself. The extreme hallucinations start to wear of now, I am left now with a racing mind, and small warping effects, this is after around 5 hours. I notice that the comedown in slightly similar to MDMA, very worn out feeling, loss of social mood, no depression just not a very talkative mood. What an amazing day. I will remember this day as my first mind expansion, a great day with friends, and much self discovery.<!-- End Body -->
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I'm writing this to tell you about one of the most beautiful experiences of my life, which took place yesterday when I tripped for the first time on LSD. It was a very memorable evening, and one that I will never forget, it was like a series of moments, thoughts, free of our human constructs and prior experiences. It was a series of streams of consciousness, elevating themselves onto a plane far higher than our normal mind or ego would allow.
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It's difficult where to begin, so I'll start off with the routine details. I have been interested in doing LSD ever since I really got into the whole philosophy of psychedelic music, of the marriage of art, poetry and cinema, of experimenting with truth, perception, and reality, pushing it's boundaries. However the opportunity had never presented itself before I got into college. I haven't really done any 'dangerous drugs' before, I smoke my quota of weed and every so often, throw in some good hashish. Yesterday was the first time that I actually tried LSD, it was my first trip, without any prior experience with hallucinogens.
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I dropped 2 drops of LSD at around 4:30 PM after classes got over if I remember correctly. I was tripping alone, since I felt comfortable about handling myself through the trip and had implicit faith in the drug. I got back to my room and jammed with my roommate on a track we were recording and around an hour later or such, I started feeling the onset of the trip. Everything was by the book, the feeling of suppressed energy rising up my spine and spreading throughout my body, the first rising waves of an acid frenzy. I decided to abandon playing guitar, told my roommate my trip was coming on, and proceeded to chill out on my bed. My roommate and acting attorney (hint, hint) decided to set things up as the drug took over me. He made the standard textbook playlist to trip to, the whole 'Dark Side of the Moon' album, followed by some real spaced out guitar tracks (the title refers to the song that I actually tripped hardest to, it's by Joe Satriani, one of my favorite guitar players, off his new album 'Super Colossal'), and gradually moving onto some psychedelic trance and electronica tracks.
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I was lying eagerly and anxiously in wait for the drug to hit, half afraid yet ready to completely give myself up to it. And then suddenly it came - hit. Waves of sound started crashing down upon me one after the other. Suffice it to say that it was ineffable, and nothing can replace the feeling of being there cocooned in a slow forming bubble which I perceived forming around me. I have heard 'Breathe' a thousand times before, but this time was completely alien and I was completely unprepared for it, the song seemed to be reverberating off the walls, off my head, coming in waves and washing over me and completely swallowing me. Every glissando of Gilmour's slide playing physically swirled around me, and the keyboard sounds, every note seemed to split up into a million channels and come to me, fragmented and unified at the same time. I could almost taste the sound, caress it with my fingertips, and so it went on like that. And then as I looked at my watch to check the time, I briefly figured out it was around 6:45 PM before I completely lost track of time. Time and space seemed unimportant physical entities, I had no use for them.
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By the time Satch's 'A Cool New Way' came on, I was well into my trip. Now my whole room is paradise for a trip. It is lit up by a powerful blacklight, and is decorated with trippy posters and designs, artwork and such. Perhaps this was an integral part of my trip being this good. The first 'visuals' that I perceived was the glow from the blacklight enveloping everything, fluorescent lights, and everything started changing their hues and colors. And soon enough, every object in the room seemed to start pulsing, attuned to the music playing, and the rhythm of my heart, all of which exhibited this wonderful rhythmic continuity. And with every pulse the glow and colors would brighten up and tone down alternating. Right across my bed is a poster of John Lennon. It's a big b&amp;w poster with his side profile and the words of 'Imagine' at the side.
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At first I became increasingly obsessed with the hair, as it seemed to be floating in a breeze, and soon it seemed to me that the mouth was moving, as if in silent speech, and the words of on the poster almost started floating away from the poster itself and coming closer to me. How long I stared in rapt fascination like a child at the poster I don't know, but it was beautiful. There was this sense that I was safely cocooned in an island, on the beach, with blue jeweled waters, and an everlasting setting sun. No I didn't see this per se, but the feeling that everything conveyed was strong enough for me to actually perceive it as such. Soon enough I was fascinated by a tie-dyed cloth poster of Jim Morrison above my desk, which was positively swirling with colors, and I almost felt that I could sink into it.
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I stayed on my bed all the time, but I felt that I was floating around the room sinking in into everything as everything, the colors, the sounds, my thoughts and everything else sank into me. On a part of the wall, my roommate had pasted these roughly circular bits of white paper which generally glow real cool under the black-light. When I looked at them then, they seemed to be swimming like a school of fished in random patterns first and then in unified fractal forms, changing hues &amp; glows. Soon enough the funniest thing happened. Those circular bits of paper appeared to become like circular fat lil' figures with the goofiest grins on their faces dancing around, with 2 strands of electric orange hair coming out of their bald heads! I had to contain myself from laughing hysterically at that. At this point in time things started to distort significantly, and I encountered the sense that things were 'melting' all around me, it was scary at first, but soon after, I found that I could almost control it, and thus was presented with this lovely opportunity of actually bringing my 'island' to life. Soon enough I was completely enveloped in a riot of color and sounds, surrounded by this delicious blue jeweled water. I spent a long part of the trip cocooned in this pearly bubble.
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One of my friends came into check on me, and he had a bit of opium along with him. So we walked outside in the cold night, and went in a wooded area to smoke. Outside in the streetlight, everything seemed like a golden yellow haze, peripheral images reflecting off the surface off a mirror. When I looked up I had the sense that I was in a planetarium where I was the center, and the whole sky full of stars seemed to revolve around me. The stars looked fantastic, and were all weirdly connected with each other to form fractal designs and geometrical patterns. After smoking up, I came back into my room to enjoy the remainder of the trip, whereupon I locked into my lil' bubble again, though I was coming down now. One of my friends came to drag me to another party, and I felt the briefly that I was being asked to walk across the water all around the room.
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By the time I had reached the party, I had come down substantially and looking at the watch I was amazed to see it was 10PM - it had felt like an age had passes me by, and was actually disappointed, because it then turned out to be a very short trip by usual standards. After the party when I came back into my room, I could still at times perceive faint visuals and traces going off as people moved, but that were the effects fading off. I had a lot of trouble getting sleep however, and couldn't help staring at everything even though my eyes burned at times.
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I'd like to end this lengthy dialogue by telling you how it felt when I was locked deep into my trip. Remember your first kiss? Well right after it, comes this moment when you are thoroughly enveloped by this delicious sense of love for yourself, and everyone around you. Everything seems changed, so much more beautiful and pure, and you wanna spread that feeling to everyone and everything around you, it is almost tangible, you can taste it. It's like those lazy autumn afternoons, when you just wanna sit down in the golden dusk and let the sunlight run through your fingers, thinking if you tried hard enough, you could touch it. It was like when you were a year old and everything around you was new and beautiful and lovely, and you wanted to take it all in at the same time. Rebirth, renaissance, recovery. It was the holiest of all ceremonies.<!-- End Body -->
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I had been having a pretty good day. Earlier I jammed out at a friend’s house after smoking a few bowls out of his bong. We naturally had a good time and it looked like the day wasn’t going to amount to much more as my friend D drove me home. When I got home I received a text message from a friend at work who had previously said that he could get us some acid from his dealer. D and I bought 3 hits at $15 each and I had just gotten some fresh bud from my brother earlier that day. The acid was dropped on sweet tarts so we took 1 each at about 11 p.m. and smoked a bowl to chill out as we watched family guy in my room.
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This episode we watched became known as the “acid episode” because of an ironic comment a character makes about acid about 10 minutes after we had dropped it. As we watched we laughed hysterically at every little thing. I didn’t see this as a side effect of the acid but disregarded it thinking the weed was really good. About an hour in to the “trip” we realized that we weren’t tripping at all and that $45 dollars just went down the drain. So in our frustration we split the last hit and chewed up the paper it was wrapped in (you could see the spots spilled on the paper). We smoked another bowl and the next thing I can remember was sitting on my bed, the acid kicked in.
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My room is filled with black lights, Christmas lights, and these red star lights that hang from my window sill. All the lights seemed to be pulsating and giving me a general trippy feeling. For some reason I can’t remember D turned on the overhead light and I began to walk around my room like a baby taking his first steps. Everything had a warped look to it and made me smile with an inner happiness I can’t explain. With the bright lighting it was obvious that I was coming up on the acid. My rug swirled like paint being mixed in a bucket and objects around my room waved and moved as if I was looking at them through water. The best part of coming up was when I walked to the corner of my room and stood on a small 30 watt practice amp. The room and everything within it, including D, seemed a good 20 storied below me and I was 20 stories tall. And just as soon as I was tall I became reduced in size and insignificant in relation to the rest of my room. This aspect was not scary at all but seemed rather intriguing at the time.
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D left to use the bathroom and I sat on my bed once again. The black light poster of a caterpillar sitting on a mushroom next to my bed constantly moved about. The caterpillar’s eyes moved around and from time to time seemed fixated on my own eyes. His hand, with fingers in a peace sign, swayed from side to side constantly. Caterpillar made me happy. I stared at my hand which seemed to drag as I moved it back and forth, an obvious tracer effect. D came bursting through the door rambling about how cool peeing was and that I should try it. I didn’t even feel like I had to go till he mentioned it, so I went to try it out. Peeing, an every day burden of occasional relief was one of the most gratifying experiences while tripping.
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I returned to my room where D was engrossed with the reflection of the star lights against the wall. As they swayed back and forth it appeared to D that there was a goldfish swimming on the wall. To me it was an angels broad wings stretching out along the wall. We watched winamp visuals while listening to music. Out of the long playlist, one specific song I remember was “The End” by The Doors. We stared mindlessly, fascinated by the shapes, as The End took me on a 15 minute adventure that seemingly lasted hours. Time had no relevance any more. There were no burdens, no hassles, nowhere to be or go, and everywhere I remained I felt accepted. I felt like I was being birthed into a new world, LSD was my mother. D and I had agreed some time ago during the trip that we go outside my window and smoke a joint on my roof which was a very comfortable place to sit and watch the stars. The trip was becoming much more intense as the music continued and after much sidetracking we made it to my roof.
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It was a windy night and the pine trees in my neighborhood swayed back and forth very lively. Every branch had its own role in the symphony. Everything seemed to speed up and there was some crazy laughter that ensued as me and D talked. Pink Floyd came next on the playlist and I reached my peak very abruptly. Time came to a standstill as “Welcome to the Machine” played. It is impossible to fully explain the peak. The closest I can come however is that I had a point of clarity. Everything in the world seemed right, an inner feeling unlocked by this psychedelic. The synthesizers in the song seemed to make the pine trees sway in a trance of bliss. A rush of euphoria swept across my body and I was drowned in acceptance and happiness. D was peaking at about the same instance. D, not being very spiritual or religious, claimed that life finally made sense to him. He explained that there was a God, it was so obvious. We returned to my room as we started to level out. There was little night time left but the effects were still noticeable. We continued to listen to music and watch family guy as we came down. The yellow flowers on Quagmire’s red shirt spun around, my last memory as the acid faded away.
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It was around 7 or 8 and D and I were both drained. We hopped in his truck and went to McDonalds and got some coffee. We sat silently on the tailgate of his truck in the empty parking lot next to McDonalds looking at the sky. Everything had a different feel to it. Normal wasn’t so normal any more and life was painted in a different shade of color it seemed. And aside from exhaustion, it felt alright. “Man”, D said, “That was some crazy shit last night”.<!-- 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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Ok, before we start I must say I had my first LSD experience (the one I'm about to report) during a crazy drug orgy week, so when I dropped the acid I still had MDMA, methamphetamine, alcohol, poppers and lots of THC in my blood. I've been told the experience would be different if I were clean before dropping so I thought I'd point this out.
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I put the blotter under my tongue at 9:30 pm and went for a bath. 30 minutes later I got out and my friends were already smoking joints so I smoked too. That's when I noticed the first effects. I said 'Hmm, this is not a regular joint'. The high felt clearer and more exciting. Like I knew something wonderful would happen.
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Then we sat in our hotel beds, barely having time to take a rest because 10 min later the room was full with friendly strangers (well, it was a one week trip with only high school seniors from all over the country = crazyness). I felt very social and as the joints passed around I talked about how we were all the same point of energy and matter, back in the first moment of the Universe, and how we are still one. The new friends were all amazed, saying I was fucking their minds and that I should be a psychologist (O_o ??? they were only on hash and alcohol!).
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Later a beautiful girl arrived and I flipped. I was playing with a glow stick in the dark when she walked in, then turned on the lights and couldn't help but saying 'You're a fairy!'. Her name was Ariana, and she indeed looked like a fairy. I remembered her from a dream I had as a child. Suddenly everything made sense and I saw all kind of signs everywhere leading to her. I offered her one blotter and she was thrilled. We hugged, and she smelled so good. I cried when she left, I thought she was my soul-mate and wanted to marry her.
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Then, when everybody else left, I went to the beach with a friend who was also on acid. It was the highest moment. I was seeing shadows following me everywhere and when I looked at my friend he would morph into an evil clown or a zombie but surprisingly I didn't freak out. I felt in heaven and thought nothing could hurt me. The sand felt wonderful, the sea sounded so deep but the sky, oh, I felt like I was looking at the sky of heaven, the stars of heaven. I couldn't believe how cruel the 'real world' was and just wanted everyone to feel the same way I did, that same moment, the whole world on acid, one giant love rave, trance pumping everywhere, peace, love, unity, respect.
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We went inside and I took off my shoes. Walking around barefoot felt sooo great. The we listened to some music and it all sounded different. Like behind the obvious notes everybody knew there were hidden sounds and lots of trance, like easter eggs specially made for people on acid to listen. That night I finally understood what trance was: the heart of music, pure essence. Trance is everywhere, from Sigur Ros to The Beatles, the nerves of the music, the root of the sound. When I listened to Lucy in the Sky it really hit home. I felt like I was Lucy herself. And I still do. Like there's a Lucy essence inside me and now I'm closer to it than ever before.
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When I turned the lights off, it was magical. I felt under the sea. So peaceful. If I closed my eyes, lots of colored patterns, not so different from those I get when eating hash, just more vivid. My friend massaged me and I was one fucking universal orgasm. Talking about orgasms, I went outside and it was really cold but at the same time it felt like the perfect temperature. It felt orgasmically good to let the cold get under my skin. So I invented the 'Criosmic Orgasm' concept (crio = ice + cosmic).
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So we were sitting there smoking joints when somehow I noticed we were smoking the same joint for like 40 minutes, and it lasted a full hour, I swear! I called it the 'joint battle' because the fucking little fellow wanted to burn forever.
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Coming down was really smooth, I didn't even notice. Doing things was really complicated. Just going to the bathroom, ooooh, such lazyness. Our room was a mess but just thinking about cleaning it up was terrible. At about 10 am I fell asleep, then woke up at 3 pm. Getting dressed was funnier than ever (such crazy combos) and when we went outside, life seemed perfect. It sill does, 3 or 4 or 5 days later, can't remember (try to understand, I'm all burned out :P)<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 52186</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: Aug 23, 2008</td><td>Views: 7,862</td></tr>
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A friend of mine decided to invest in 100 tabs to sell in my local area as acid now seems pretty rare, an annual or perhaps twice annual occurence, the price was right and the market was there, so he bought them. I had hoped that we would have some of them, but I wasn't holding out much hope of it, I didn't reckon anyone would be up for it.
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It was getting towards 2am on the evening of my friends birthday which happened to be halloween, but of course it was the 1st of November by the time this occurred, and for some reason everybody just decided it wouldn't be so bad to just have one, then another, comprehension of time was long gone, everyone had been smoking weed all day and all night, time was moving by so slowly that by 3am, one hour later 3 of us had eaten 7.5 tabs, and the other participant 3.
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The next few hours were spent sitting in the living room in what seemed like endless silences followed by mad hysteria, until someone would point out the fact that we were seemingly laughing at nothing, then the silence struck again, this went on looping until the sun started to come up.
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It was a few hours before anyone clicked on to the fact that anywhere existed outside of the living room, then the guy in the group who had taken acid before refused to let me outside, saying it was too big, at this point I went up the never ending stairs and was found looking down the toilet bowl which seemed to go on for infinity. I was giggling thinking it would be silly to fall down it. Two of us went in to a room where 2 friends were sleeping under a green blanket, crawling onto the mattress without really giving much consideration to the people sleeping. I found myself feeling as though they were mountains, the green blanket being the covering of grass or trees or whatever, I had a strange feeling of immense size as I was able to reach over what seemed like mountains.
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I spent a while looking out of the window at the rubbish, leaves and general crap on the street below, and gradually they became more colourful and then started moving around. t was like watching a light show go on on the street outside my house. Then my next door neighbour started his car and drove straight through my field of vision, it shocked the shit out of me and it was a sudden real reminder of the existence of the rest of the world and that soon the house would be full of visitors whether we liked it or not, it was really more of a social place than a home.
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It was then that the only person in the group of us who had done it before said he was going to go to sleep, he said after a while the confusion of the trips begin to bug him, and the best way to get out of it is to sleep, its a temporary fix of course, if he is lucky enough to get to sleep with a headful of acid, he's probably gonna wake up still bollocksed anyway. Anyway, this guy can sleep through anything, as could one of the other guys, so as its approaching 7am those 2 fall asleep, leaving me awake with the guy who bought them. Me and this guy have a really bad history of competitiveness in everything and although we spend a lot of time together, it is rare that we really get on, and when we do its a hideous facade.
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So there's me and him left, and we decide to sit in my bedroom, after a little while of exchanging glances at each other I end up thinking I have to say something, we can't sit in silence, but it's difficult to think of anything at all. I said 'It's like a game now really isn't it, a challenge', he turned and said, his face distorted and twisted 'What the fuck do you mean?'. I had meant this in a perfectly harmless manner and stated 'There is just us 2 left, I guess that's the way it would turn out though isn't it' as sods law would dictate if there is one guy who I would have to sit next to with a head full of acid it would be him.
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This really disconcerted him even more. I only meant that it was a challenge to get to sleep as the last one left awake would be on a right headfuck. He asked me what was going on, and until that point, I knew what was going on, I was tripping, at that point my brain just fried itself and reality fucked off rapidly. Suddenly we both had this nagging questioning feeling, a confusion that goes beyond anything I have ever experienced. It was as if there is this constant question that needed answering, but I couldn't answer it, cos I didn't know what the question was for long enough. It's really difficult to explain, but it was really weird, and I felt like we were traveling really fast sat on the couch. After a while, seemed like eternity, was at least an hour or so, I picked up a pen and said 'I've got it'. I get up and go over to the wall, I didn't think what I was doing and put a whacking great ? on the wall, this doesn't help much at all, and really gave my already freaked out friend the fear big time.
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Shortly afterwards clarity begins to return, but it feels like there is some kind of nagging feeling that despite me being seemingly much more clear headed that I am not really as in control as I think I am. At this point my friend went downstairs to play his piano as he thought it would comfort him, he didn't leave it for hours on end, so I went and woke up the guy who had gone to sleep. I woke him up and told him of this nagging sort of feeling I had in my mind that I couldn't quite place, and then he looked at me funnily and then looked away, and then turned to grin at me. It was at this point that I came to realise how manipulative my mind was in this state, we could send each other into oblivious mental chaos just by looking at each other in funny ways, arousing suspicion in the other. I found this tremendous fun, and we spent the next hour or so listening to pink floyd sat staring each other out, pushing each other to the point of dispair and utter confusion, both totally aware of each other's actions, we said a few times we ought to stop, but decided not to.
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I came up with the analagy of describing what is perhaps the comedown from acid as being like a little ball you can set rolling, we could go from having a perfectly reasonable normal conversation to just utter chaos and fear of the other person in a second with the right look, or thing to say. We did this for a while, until a mate turned up, he knew straight away what was going on and we both thought he was conspiring against us, knowing our minds were frail at this time, but it wasn't scary, it just seemed to envoke some kind of instinctual self preservation mode, but before we knew it we were sat in a room full of friends, some of whom knew, some of whom didn't. It was in my eyes really good fun, trying to work out what other people were thinking with this distorted twisted head I had on, all kinds of daft conspiracy theories.
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The guy who I stayed awake with after a while decided he had to leave the house, he needed comfort and quiet, he needed to be out of the drug fueled chaos of our home. So, then a group of us went with him in a taxi to the bank, and then to a hotel in the local town where he decided to spend the night. In the taxi on the way to the bank we were having to explain to him what to do, he was a mess, 'Just go in, sign on the line, withdraw 200 pounds and come back to the taxi' was what we were saying over and over as he had asked us to. The taxi driver asked him what the hell had gone on with him, he used to be a good boy and now he was hanging around with the wrong people and taking drugs, he regularly used this firm and knew all the drivers well, but remained silent for the whole journey, and we had to speak for him. God knows what the driver must have thought with us basically telling him to withdraw cash and then going to the train station car park (which is right next to the hotel he had chosen).
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Nobody said anything, 2 of the 3 other people in the car including myself had had some, everything hadn't quite got back to absolute normality, I had tried not to let it, it was now 18 hours after the initial start of the trip and I hadn't slept for 2 nights now so the effects of slight sleep deprivation, the world's 2nd best hallucogen were now beginning to kick in too. And now came what I had been waiting for in the taxi. I had been thinking constantly of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas throughout the past 18 hours, silly Thompson-esque comments and observations were filling my head constantly as they often do even if I'm not inebriated. And then it came, checking into a hotel (admittedly without the phony name with intent to commit capital fraud) with a headful of acid. I couldn't help but grin thinking out the scene from the film in my head while we tried to book in.
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After getting the room sorted out, we all went up, and in turn took a shower, which was a strange experience certainly for myself, and then 3 of us went out leaving my friend in the room he had booked, we decided not to return and left him there, by this time we were certain he would be fine, so we caught a taxi back and looked back on the event for a few hours before retiring to bed. The next day the guy who stayed in the hotel returned, vowing never to have acid again in his life, he had fallen asleep moments after we left anyway.
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To sum it up, I would say that it was one of the most fun crazy days of my life, but I can see why a lot of people can get really fucked up thinking the wrong thing at the wrong time - As the late great Hunter S. Thompson would have put it 'I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for 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: Aug 24, 2008</td><td>Views: 5,980</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 drops</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
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I have done acid on many occasions before. I am quite susceptible to psychoactive substances and usually trip a lot harder than most of my friends but this was one to remember for all of us.
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We decided to do acid on this particular day, put in the order and sat around waiting for our contact to drop off the substance in question. Our guy turned up a couple of hours later with what we later found out was apparently first dilution LSD which would explain the next 16 hours. We took a couple of drops each, actual quantity is unknown given the inaccurate form of ingestion, at about 3pm. I had decided to candy flip and do a very small amount of pure MDMA as well to soften the cold edge. Our sitter, call him G, arrived just as we had taken the acid and we hung around for about 15 minutes before venturing out to the parkland near where we lived.
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The parkland is a 10 minute bus ride away so we walked down to the local bus stop. 25 minutes after the ingestion of the LSD and standing at the bus stop my friends, S and J, said they were feeling the precursor effects of coming up. I, however, was seeing the road wave up and down, obviously coming up faster and harder than my friends. The bus arrived and I managed to sort out the money for a single ticket, went to the top floor and sat down. We chatted for a while and experienced some weird co-incidences that always seem to happen on hallucinogens. At this point the first proper wave, about 35 minutes in, hits me hard. The bus journey is a blur. Next thing I know I’m off the bus going to our sitter’s house near the parkland and my friends are discussing what they are feeling. I’m barely able to speak at this point but still quite aware of what is going on.
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After G gets some supplies from his house we set out for the parkland. At this point time means very little to me and I can just about remember going up a huge hill and reaching a bridge crossing a fast dual carriageway. We stop to watch the cars and their respective ghostly trails rush below us and then head off into the actual park land. We stop for a while on a path to catch our breath. G asks me how the LSD is and I say it's pretty intense. I’ll attempt to explain the visuals at this point - looking up the path I could see trees and plants, however everything was leaving massive trails every time I moved my eyes so it all seemed to be vibrating, expanding and contracting. This was increasing in waves of intensity but at least I was still able to talk to my mates. Given that, it was becoming a level of intensity that was uncomfortable, difficult to train your vision on one thing. Basically everything was moving around me. G offered S and J some ketemin which was answered with “No thanks, I’m tripping enough as it is”. We stand up and set out for the main park land.
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This section of the journey is a blur for me as the next wave hits me and I can only assume is far more intense. The next thing I remember, we have just made it to the main section of park, breaking through the woodland and out into a huge open space made up of a couple of rolling hills. By this point I am seeing things through what can only be described as a camera from the Blair Witch Project or some other film with similar first person camera; these are not my eyes, they’re some detached lens. I look around and I see a family walking their dog, I look to the left and I see the same family walking their dog and this is also duplicated to the right of me. I rapidly lose any cohesion in my mind and start becoming completely delirious.
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As we walk up the hill All I see is my vision duplicated all around me. I am convinced at this point that G has taken us to this hall of mirrors and guiding us through to the end of this maze. We reach the top of the hill and sit down for a while. However the intensity kicks up another notch and the next wave hits me; I literally cannot see at this point. The visuals have reached an intensity that everything is moving, coupled with the fact I have no depth perception, the world around me is just a mass of distorted colour and shapes; my vision is just blobs, I am literally blind unable to see an inch in front of me. From what I remember (since this point is quite hazy) my friends have some K and they experience the same problems. My memory of this point is either reconstructed or I have an out of body experience but all I can remember is third person and seeing a dog run up to me a couple of times. I remember trying to say hello to it and then a blur of time.
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The next thing I remember is total deconstruction of my reality. I cannot remember who I am, or what anything around me is. All I remember at this point is walking through a vast blue universe, walking past these small stars and planets and following these entities in front of me. The entities in question are my mates, however I cannot remember who or even what they are. I follow them through the universe, feeling scared that I am alone. Then these entities started talking to one another which gives me hope - they are still able to communicate with one another and so must know that they exist. I remember seeing our sitter, although I had no idea what he was, and I remember thinking that I had to keep to this entity because he hadn’t done something that the rest of us had done.
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I would normally have been scared by what I was experiencing but this was my reality, I could not compare it to anything else since I could not understand let alone extrapolate beyond what I was experiencing. This was everything to me and as far I was concerned this was what it had always been. Also I was incapable of actually understanding anything anyone said, it was a totally alien language. These entities did seem familiar but beyond that, there was no memory of what they were.
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There is a huge blur and then the next thing is its gone dark. I am still unable to remember who or what I am but we are at a house, it's G’s house. We go into the house, another blur and then I’m sitting on the kitchen floor still incapable of grasping anything around me. I then remember a huge section of weird out of body experience where I float between my friends faces as they discuss a drug. I think my brain filled in a huge amount of the conversation as all I remember thinking is that we had taken a drug that expanded a few minutes into a load of hours and that by the end we will just come out and learn a lot from the experience.
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I suddenly hear one of my friends talking about university and I remember I am a student but I can’t remember my name or what I’m studying. G puts on some dubstep and this seems familiar, its music and that’s something I could kind of grasp and then a blur. Next thing I remember I’m starting to grasp some reality, that point where things around me start to seem familiar - it's best described as the trip being plunged into a deep pool of water and this point being the first time I finally reach the surface and gasp for oxygen. I finally know who I am but I’m not too sure where I am other than a taxi and my friends are discussing Fantasia with the taxi driver.
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We get dropped off at my friends house. For some reason I, with my mates, decided to chomp down another sugar cube each with a single drop of acid on. Obviously we were not really in a great state of mind to be making these decisions by ourselves but we did none the less. I was still kind of incapable of talking to people but I could understand what is going on around me. The visuals were ridiculous but enjoyable at this point. It must be a good 4 or 5 hours since I had taken the two drops of acid.
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We leave just as we are coming up on the 3rd drop. The world around me seems totally unreal, like everything is rendered in computer graphics. The best I can describe it is the same as before I became totally delusional - there was about a 2 second afterburn of everything I saw on my vision so everything that was still had all its details exaggerated by the fact that they were totally still. Say I looked at my hand - all the creases on my palm were exaggerated because what I was looking at was 2 seconds worth of vision super-imposed over my current frame of vision - this includes every minor movement of my eyes offsetting that frame of vision - i.e. every minor detail had trails all around it. But I also had what can be best described as faint fractals spinning on my vision as well as everything seeming to be in very high contrast. I was pretty much back to normal mentally by this point though.
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We made it back to S’s house where the acid intensified to the point that my focal point was quite often duplicated over my peripheral vision. I had great fun just looking at things and watching them warp far more than they had ever done before. Every detail was accentuated by my vision being out of sync. I picked up a twig in the garden and looked at it, except when I stared at it everything in the background went out of focus and became a moving blob of colour but the thing within focus was in perfect detail. Closed eye visuals were ridiculous and were a constantly spinning multiple infinite fractals of reds, blues, and yellows. When I stared at trees, all they did was form into kaleidoscope fractals that just seemed to go on forever. My vision was quite often just a kaleidoscope of fractals made up of the things around me.
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I finally made it to bed later on in the late morning and fell into what could only be described as a trance. The visuals, open and closed eye, never really decreased in intensity until the next day.
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-Aftermath-
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For a couple of months after, the HPPD (Hallucinogen Persisting Perception Disorder) I suffered before was massively increased. Trails appeared quite clearly even during day time and visual snow in the dark was absurd, it appeared to flash like a strobe light quite regularly in my vision. Since then the visual distortions when sober have gone back to their previous level of intensity - trails all the time but most noticeable in high contrast situations, like a light moving around in a dark room, slight variation in perception of scale of objects, in darkened rooms things appearing to continuously fall off ceilings slightly, objects appearing to slide around slightly and objects appearing to vibrate slightly.
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My visual snow has since stopped flashing so regularly. However since the acid I have experienced other strange effects. When in bed sometimes when just closing my eyes to go to sleep I think I am looking at a scene, it can be still or parts of it can be in motion, and suddenly I am literally looking at that scene like a closed eye visual. When I realise I am looking at that scene, it begins to rapidly fade from my vision but is still there when I open my eyes before it fades away completely. I am left with patterns flying over every surface I look at for about 10 seconds after the event. The other thing I have noticed is only a few times I have woken up to see a spinning abstract shape in my vision, super imposed over everything else and quickly fades. I am not sure if these are the result of general drug use or HPPD.
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Since the event described I have taken acid as well as other hallucinogens many times. However, hallucinogens have never seemed to reach the same level of intensity as they once did. On the whole, I found the experience quite interesting to analyse and come to terms with. I am pleased I have experienced it even though I would not have wanted to consciously inflict that level of intensity on myself. I am pleased that throughout most of it I was unable to understand beyond what I perceived and that it was my reality and clearly had no idea what was really going on.<!-- 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: Sep 4, 2008</td><td>Views: 5,897</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 glasses</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:30</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td>
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I recently had a life enhancing, healing and very fun experience when candy flipping while at a rave. I was with one of my best friends (D), and one of his very good friends (S) who is a cool guy. We were traveling down to London to get away and simply have a fun filled night. It was planned for a week or so, looked like it might not happen, then at the last minute we decided it had to feature, for sanities sake.
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The rave was taking place from 9PM-9AM, and we arrived around 10:30. The rave was at a place I’ve never been, and immediately I got good vibes of the fellow people at the place, everyone was very chilled out. Got talking to one guy about his smoked DMT experience, and he might be able to hook me up with some pure DMT in a few weeks. We were all in high spirits, and my friends seemed to be really digging the venue. Had a similar crowd to the Synergy raves.
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The night was still young and the place was still relatively empty. We chilled out, talked and had a few beers and smoked a few nice homegrown blueberry joints. We took some powerful antioxidants and milk thistle caps, which is a liver detoxicant. I was surprised how high I was feeling already. The hours started slipping by. We hoped to find some pure MDMA first, my friend’s mate had never tried it before, but there didn’t seem to be any going on, but we find these nice looking Mercedes e’s, so we dosed on these around 1.
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We moved between rooms soaking up the atmosphere. Around 45 minutes later a guy was going around asking people if they had something. Without hearing him I knew he was on a search for acid. I spoke to him and asked if he could possibly let me know if he encounters any, and I’d do the same. It wasn’t long before he returned. A guy was selling liquid acid, which is always very nice.
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It was my best friends first proper time doing acid and we dosed at 2. He had 1 drop, and despite the guy’s warning, I had 2. A round this time our other friend dosed on another e. A round this time I was really starting to feel the e, which was still building. It was so good to feel the MDMA rushes, that brilliant speeded up euphoria. We chilled for a while to let the effects come on. It was quite subtle at first, but not for long. Liquid, syrupy coloured hallucinations were beginning to circulate around the room. My friend was noticing it as well. The high was incredible.
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Two things I noticed while candy flipping this time. The amount of energy I had was crazy. Constant, involuntarily moving to the music all the time. This effect lasted for many hours. MDMA and LSD both raise my body temperature. Before peaking my friend and I really started to notice this a lot. We had to go outside to cool of a few times. We both observed how it appeared like heated convection currents were everywhere and morphing everything. The clouds seem to flow down to meet us. I think my friend even watched a pink electric sun rise several times, at 3 in the morning.
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The peak of any acid trip is the craziest time. The hallucinations were overwhelming in complexity and detail and were all encompassing. At times it seemed like the acid has me cornered a bit, it was so intense. It was hard to hear and understand people. My friend went down to the toilets where it was a bit cooler for a few times, and once went off to the other room for a while without me noticing, and I was left with our other friend, who was really digging the e’s. Paranoia started to creep in during these times. I was concerned for my friend, during his first proper trip, and I knew this was some GOOD acid. Time dilation may have made things a bit worse in these instances. He was fine though and returned from the other room. We danced for a while which was awesome. The music was very powerful, and the psychedelic art, lasers and fog machines made a brilliant environment for tripping. Started to get hot again, and we chilled out for a while. It was a weird feeling, wanting both to move a lot and chill at the same time.
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The acid was still very intense. A wild drug. I remembered the Merry Pranksters philosophy when tripping “Don’t accept it, don’t reject it, flow with it.” Some good advice I think. We smoke another joint which gave the colours a real revamp. I was in a whole other world still. I talked to my friend and other people. I really dig the interesting cross section of people you get at raves. Around this time I felt very relaxed and content. Dark thoughts did make the odd appearance but were soon banished. I felt-physically- my worries, anxieties and tensions evaporate room my body. It was quite sudden, and powerful.
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Gradually reality began to come into focus again. Smoked some shisha, provided by some cool people, and added a bit of ganja to it. Was really pleasant. Clear, calming. At this point couldn’t help but feel awkward for our other friend who was now down from the e’s. We trippers had just entered the ‘blissful nirvana’ stage off an acid trip, following the craziness of the peak, and were feeling great. I never get an MDMA hangover on acid. The acid just overpowers it.
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Around 9 the rave ended and we were unleashed onto the world still far from sober. Where do all the other trippers vanish to? We had nowhere to stay and went and chilled out in a nearby park in the sun, and smoke a last joint. It was strange but our brains were making music out of all random city noises. Am very glad the weather was good. We all felt very content, at ease. You never fully come down from acid until you’ve had a sleep to reset your brain chemistry. At round 3 in the afternoon, 12 hours after coming up, I was as sober as I was going to get, and we all made our way home. I gave my friends a bit of homegrown to enjoy later. Adrenalin seems to bring on the acid a bit I found (and acid does adrenlaise you). When I got home had a meal, a deep hot bath and some ganja, which brought out the trip to a surprising degree, around 18 hours later. My friend also found this.
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This was a powerful healing experience. Used responsibly and seldom, I feel LSD can be a powerful medicine. Since that rave my mood has remained stable, my outlook positive-before I could sometimes focus on the negative, as oppose to positive aspects of life. I would sometimes suffer from depression, but since the rave, not a hint. A truly brilliant experience.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Sep 5, 2008</td><td>Views: 7,656</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
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I'm 17 years old. The night started off with my friends and I driving around trying to get a hold of some dank herb. We finally got a hold of our friend’s dealer, and we headed over to his place. My mindset was pretty good I was having a good time with my friends just being sober.<br>
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When we got to the house I discovered I could get a hold of some good acid from California. My previous experience with acid happened a year before this when I was in trouble with my parents because they found out I smoked pot often. I felt that before I got in trouble with my rents that I was very carefree and I felt that karma would keep me safe. I generally had a blast with life. After they discovered that though there whole demeaner towards me changed, and they made me feel like constant shit and I resent them still for this.<br>
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Anyway I dropped 3 hits of potent cid and had a bad experience at this crappy punk show and I was being picked up early by my dad and all my siblings where home and I just panicked. I remember seeing huge crowds of people everywhere in the show parking lot, but there was really no one. It got hard to breath and my throat went completely dry. It wasn’t fun. So during the next year I smoked a whole lot of really good pot all the time. When I’d stopped I’d think way too much about things that where negative in my life with my family, and pot could take me from complete rage to calm and laughing in a few minutes so of course I did it all the time. But during this time I started feeling like my life was grey and dull.<br>
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So back to this great night. I dropped 2 hits of this good buddha print acid at about 6:30pm and it felt like I could feel it almost immediately. I drove with my friends S and M to K’s house which was our party headquarters. <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> While leaving the neighborhood I saw the middle lines of the road raise up like a barrier, but I dismissed it as visuals and drove to K’s house. When we got there we decided I should take S to get his car so he could be our non tripping ride for the meantime before he dropped later that night. While driving him to his place I started seeing the rearlights on the cars in front of me starting to pulse and move around and the other city lights where radiant. I wanted to hurry and get back before I started frying harder. <br>
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When we got back to K's place. We smoked some dank herb. S drove us all downtown so we could hang out by the riverfront. The drive was great I was looking at all the lights and I was moving all over the seat like a child. K, M, and I went to hang out by the river, while A and S, the 2 non tripping people, went into this cool art gallery/live music restaurant. So the trippers are having a great time, we see this boat go by and we start running along with it laughing like kids. We must of looked crazy to onlookers.<br>
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We went to join A and S in the art gallery part of this place. We hung out there and K and I spent a long time talking about this impressionist painting of some flowers. Every different color was flowing and radiant. On the way Back to Ks house I remember looking at this light post and it just smeared all across the sky, as we drove past. <br>
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Now for some reason S was being sort of an asshole by the time we got back to K's house. I guess he was tired of being around goofy people on acid and he was giving us all really bad vibes. He sometimes get absorbed in his own reality and isn’t very considerate of other people. He left after awhile to R's house. I started frying super hard and I just got lost in my reflection in this standup mirror. I looked hollow and full of darkness. K realized what was happening and jumped in front of me saved me from that eternal dark stare.<br>
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I packed a bowl and passed it around and when it got back to me I'd forgotten I passed it in the first place and I would zone out super hard into oblivion. At this time I recognized I was thinking way too hard about how I would get home. I lost my keys but I found them later, it turns out I just put them on the table. I was starting to have a bad trip again. So I got up and started dancing to the song Touch Me by The Doors. I was bouncing off the wall and it felt like every time I'd rock my head shocks of glorious light would go thru the darkness in my body. Then the most amazing thing happened, I took everything I hated about myself (the darkness) and crumbled it up in a ball and threw it away. I also turned around that gay mirror so I wouldn’t get lost in it. <br>
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I went into K’s mom's room and sat on her bed which has these white curtains draped over the bedpost and I was watching this screensaver of this nature scene. I then transended into this amazing forest of that had this peaceful river and I felt my energy flowing with this river. I believe that religion and spirituality tries to tap into this mystic energy and I was so overjoyed with happiness.<br>
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Then one of K’s cats walked up to me and it morphed to a giant wolf that came up to me to guide me. It was the most amazing thing, I now consider the wolf my spirit animal. I was also now having these closed eyed visuals that were like paintings by Alex Grey. I would also see thousands of geometric shapes floating around and melting into one another only to have more melt out of this shape and spin around. When I opened my eyes I’d see shapes floating around like those in the music video to the flaming lips song 'Do you realize'. M and K walked in on me and I was in this calm meditation pose (funny that it was buddha print) and I told them about my experience. I had this really enlightening conversation with K, and she looked so amazing and joyful. This all happened around 9:30.<br>
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The rest of the night was fun, I felt like I'd accomplished in losing a whole lot of mental baggage that night. Another friend stopped by and I just gave her some cid because I felt like everyone should experience this. I went home around 12:00 after I’d mostly stopped frying. Once in my room I smoked a nice big bowl and my walls started spinning around in a beautiful kaleidoscope manner. I went to sleep about 2 hours later.<br>
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The next week or so I was in a really great mood. The day after I smoked all day with my good friends R and S and I’d start seeing stuff again. It was mindblowing. I wish I could remember every single detail about it.<!-- End Body -->
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The story that follows is about my very first experience with psychadelics (LSD), it happened about 5 years ago, but since it was such a strong trip I can remember it quite clearly nowadays, in fact, I think I’ll never forget this trip. At the time I was 20 years old, and had been smoking weed for a few years already, so I thought it was time to go to the next level.
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Me and a friend were walking towards a club party on a regular Friday night, about 11:30 pm, when I told him I was holding 2 LSD blotters, the ones with Mr. Hoffmann on his bike printed on. After a few minutes trying to talk my friend into taking the blotter (he had never taken it eighter), he finally agreed with me and sometime around midnight we took one whole blotter each. We smoked a thin joint while walking to the club and arrived at the party at 12:15 am (having midnight as T +0:00).
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We hung out at the party until 1:30 am when we both decided that we had been fooled and the blotter was a fake, because neither of us was feeling anything different, so we left the club for another walk and another joint. We walked and smoked until we reached a very calm neighborhood, it was sometime around 2 am when my friend and I started laughing like maniacs, uncontrollable laughing, with no reason whatsoever, very amusing. At first we thought the laughter had been produced by the joint, but after some half an hour of continuous laughing we realized a joint just couldn’t do all that and figured out that the LSD was starting to take effect.
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At this point I decided to go somewhere near my apartment, just to be close to my home in case something wrong happened. During the one hour long walk back to my neighborhood me and my friend laughed and staggered the whole way, it would usually take me less than half an hour to walk that distance, but we took much longer, to any passer by on the street we looked like we were very, very drunk. When we finally reached my neighborhood we sat down on the sidewalk, and leaned back against the front door of some closed shop. At this time I wasn’t aware of the time anymore, but I think it was 3:30 am.
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Well, from now on things got pretty much out of control. First, I completely forgot that my friend was there with me, I felt like a stranger in my own world, then I started to feel that my body was loosing it’s original form, I could stretch my arms to the other side of the street, and actually feel the texture of the wall at the other side on the tip of my fingers. I felt my teeth as if they were gigantic, like beaver’s teeth, I felt like I could put my entire arm inside my mouth and feel every tooth with my hand. I don’t know if I was actually putting my hand inside my mouth or if this was only a hallucination.
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Well, after playing for some time with my stretchable body, I started to worry that if the cops found me laying around on the street in that state-of-mind they would frisk me and interrogate me, so I decided to go hide my last joint behind a drainpipe nearby. After doing that I remembered that I had someone with me that night and went back to look for my friend. I found him exactly where I left him, though I don’t know how I managed to find my way back to where I was before. He was tripping as heavy as I at that point and told me he was very thirsty and wanted to go get a beer, so we staggered until we reached a gas station with a convenience store. I couldn’t enter the store, because I knew that everyone there would instantly notice how fucked up I was if they saw me, so I decided to wait outside.
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I waited for an eternity (but it was actually 5 minutes I think) sitting on a large vase, and looked at the ground, where dozens of old spit bubble gum were stuck on. I got completely amazed when the floor became a dark void, my feet were hanging in the air and every chewed gum became an orbiting planet, and flash bright stars appeared among them. By the time my friend got back I was completely petrified, staring at the dirty solar-system like floor. He then asked me to walk around some more, ‘cause the clerks were looking at him in a strange way. We walked until we reached a bus stop with a bench and sat on the bench.
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I think we sat there for over 2 hours (I had no clue what time it was at this point) and I can’t remember clearly everything that went through my mind during this time, all I know is that the only words that I kept speaking repeatedly were: this just don’t make sense! And indeed it didn’t! I think I had what is called an ego splitting or an ego-loss, sitting on that bench I was in a profound trance-like state, I was feeling everything else, I could feel the confusion of being every object in my field of vision simultaneously. But at the same time, I felt a huge emptiness inside of my body, as if I had no ground under my feet. I couldn’t remember my name, I couldn’t remember who or even what I was at this point, and I certainly couldn’t remember that I had taken LSD, so I started to believe my hallucinations and that’s the moment the panic started. I didn’t know if I was dead or if I ever was alive.
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This confused panic state lasted for another hour and then I managed to get back into my head, I mean, I managed to remembered who I was and where I lived, but I was still tripping very hard, strongly hallucinating, I think the first time I looked at my watch ever since the LSD effects started was 6:15 am and the sun was starting to light the sky. Well, after this weird state of “being everything” wore off, I once again figured out who I was and where I was but the panic just didn’t go away and my never fading extremely stoned state-of-mind was starting to annoy me, at that point I was ready to get back to reality. I just didn’t remember how reality was and how to get back.
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More panic. I said a brief goodbye to my friend who had a blank but astonished look on his face and headed home. In my way home I felt a mix of very tense, very tight muscles in my back and very loose / shaky muscles in my legs. I kept walking on the streets like a goblin, with my back bent, and shouting out loud: “Take your damn knee off my spine!!!” I even tried to kick a passing car’s door, and I still don’t know why I did it.
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When I got home I was shit scared of waking my dad up, so I kinda did everything in slow motion, not to make any noise. I prepared a glass of chocolate-milk and took it with me to my room and laid myself on the bed. It was 7 or 8 am already and I was very tired from walking around, but I just couldn’t sleep. I kept having cyclic visions in my head, that made no sense at all, like a part of a videoclip that kept looping at a very high speed, and it drove me further into my desperate state, at the end of this part of my trip I said to my self: hell is pure repetition.
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When I thought all my visual hallucinations had gone away, I looked to the mattress while laying on the bed and there was no mattress, just a dark pit underneath my body, which was floating in mid-air, and the only thing that kept me from falling down in that dark pit was the empty glass of chocolate milk I was holding, that somehow had the ability to float. I don’t know why I didn’t just get off my bed, all I know is that I was completely sure, I mean, I was truly convinced that if I released my grip from that glass I would fall, I’d be swallowed by that pit and would die. I think the most frightening thought I have ever had was to know that sooner or later I would fall asleep and so fall to my death. It was probably 10 or 11 am when I finally slept, holding tight on the empty chocolate-milk glass. I woke up in mid-afternoon mildly light-headed and with a major appetite.
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After this trip I took acid many times, even hallucinated in some trips, but no other trip was ever close to this one in intensity and life-like visuals. The first one was truly a slap in the face. The funny thing is that a few days after this trip I was on my way to college and passed by the drainpipe where I had hidden my joint back in the night of the trip, and just for fun decided to check if the joint was still there… and it was! I went to my class with 2 red eyes and a large smile on my face.<!-- End Body -->
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I think back to the last trip. I've thought about it during work, at the slow times.
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I remember. real vivid. it was my third encounter with Lucy, and my second two hit trip, at a party with good friends.
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I dropped my doses as soon as they came to me. a grin spread across my face when as my mouth slowly started to taste metallic.
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the second hour or two was a rush of good music and visuals. the light patterns, the buzz, the body buzz, the feeling of unity in the room, all those fun acid party grooves. the kids, trippers all, had a set of glowsticks, a fog machine, spinny fan lights that created patterns while spinning, a computer with wacked out visualizations, and some high powered lasers. visuals were proivded en masse.
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if you haven't tried it, a cool thing to do is to get one of those spinning color globes, and setting it on the ground next to a fog machine. kick the fog machine on, and you have a wonderland of lights.
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my friends say I trip like they wish they could, that I'm a 'classic trippy kid'.
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I guess I'm lucky.
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the trip came about then, as I sat in the sitting area of the living room. the disassociation of reality, the feeling that nothing is as it should be, but lucy's sweet demeanor calms me and assures me that all is fine - I'm simply creating reality again. for the record, I love that my head does what it does, whatever it's doing when I trip. me seems so complex and large.
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I start laughing like a loon, as I do whenever acid kicks in. because, yanno, I'm god again. being god is awesome, by the way.
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I came to myself staring into infinity in the mirror. I was using my nose as a point of rotation, looking through all edges of the mirror as I kept my eyes as close to the mirror as possible. this is about when the party concluded that I was tripping balls.
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I found myself sitting on the stair landing, next to the inside corner of the wall. I had arms on the wall as if I was holding onto it for dear life. my friend walked by me, presumably on the way to the bathroom. she simply smiled and encouraged me to become one with the wall - which is what I was doing, not that I had noticed, being too concerned with trying to find the inside of the wall with my eyes.
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the real mindtrip came later. it started when I sat down on the stairs, staring into the mirror again. I'd done it when I first started getting patterns. the world shimmered, much like one of those rotating billboards mid-spin - the world around me flipped. all around me seemed as if it had been changed, if just slightly - the wallpaper differed, the shag carpet was of different length, the paintings and pictures had swapped. mind that EVERYTHING was different, if just slightly. colors, shadows, lighting, tint. I stood up, feeling entirely alone in the house - it seemed like no music was going, lighting was minimal.
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the house seemed empty, a little dark. I stepped off the stairs, onto the ground, walked past the door, to the piano - behind the couch. as soon as I stepped in, I noticed a large swarm? - I guess - of energy sitting in the living area where all my friends were. the room was humid, actually. I could see a jungle-like fog all around, low to the ground, brushing against the ceiling, coating the walls slightly, hovering in air, obscuring the room.
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when I moved towards the sitting area, a large prehistoric looking insect buzzed towards me. all round, it was probably basketball sized. it was a very odd looking creature. it moved gracefully, much like a butterfly, but looked like a hornet. flew the same way, it just didn't have a stinger, so the lower part of it's body hung down a little more, so it came across as very non-threatening. looked like a dinosaur though. reallly cool stuff.
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the entire time I'm walking around, by the way, I have the ODDEST FEELING that I'm actually sitting down in a comfy chair- like, that's the part of my body telling me it's currently sitting down - my back feels like I'm sitting back in a chair, slightly leaned over. my legs feel like they're sitting in a chair, coming down, my shoes pushed into the carpet, as my forearms feel like they are being pressed against my legs. my shoulders are pressing down on my arms, and my head is leaned over.
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however, my eyes are telling me I'm standing in this nearly empty and very different room. I can nearly see myself in third person as I see through the first person, and I'm in the room. but again, I'm feeling like I'm sitting down, surrounded by a buzz of happiness.
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I felt as though I were really two people, experiencing the sensory input from the me who was walking around the room, but I got the physical, aural and emotional sensory input from a me I felt was in another room, sitting down. occasionally, the feeling of a hand draped around my shoulder was there, even once a feeling of someone playing with my hair.
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I'll just let you believe that walking around with these feelings is an odd experience. moving your knee forward to walk while your body tells you that you're sitting stationary with an elbow resting on your knee is an experience in and of itself.
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by the way, I'm currently having flashbacks visually. I like describing trip stuff, it makes me get visuals.
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anywho, I feel like my head is moving, like I'm laughing softly about something. I can hear this noise around my head, like other people are laughing. happy talk. it was pleasant.
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but I'm walking over to the couches. I step near the back of the first couch, look down into the corner where the fog machine was, and the energy in that part of the room backs away, and in it's place is a set of friends, who are sitting, having conversation as if at any point of the night. I joined in, then stepped past the couch, the foggy energy had gone, and everyone was in their place again. I felt like I had stepped into a part of the party.
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which is actually much like my second trip, on memory. in that trip, I spent the entire deep trip part of the trip moving from one time in the party to the next, finding that turning my head caused the room to rearrange itself as if time had elapsed. people had changed subjects, switched places, changed what they were doing, all in the space of time of me turning my head.
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this only happened once this trip, though. I joined a conversation at the table before retreating back to the stairs. I think it was when another tripping girl passed me to use the bathroom - just as she had when I first sat down - that I opened my eyes, and was back to the place before the change in 'part'.
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the rest was standard trippy stuff, barring me having part of a 'bad trip'. it happened when people decided to take a car ride. I wasn't allowed to go, for lack of space in the car. so I was left alone at an unfamiliar house. I wandered into the backyard where I watched the sky melt as I chain smoked a few cigarettes. this was when the sky was still dark, the moon lighting the sky and clouds, providing a feast for the eyes.
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suddenly, I distinctly heard a cop car flash it's siren, as they do when they pull up and want to suprise people. as my attention came back to earth, I looked to the house - I was some ten or fifteen feet from the backdoor, and the front of the house was GLOWING with the combined hues of floodlights and police flashers.
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a look behind me, where there was a fence, reveals that there is now a large downtown-urban building there. I was reminded of my time in Oakland, California, the building was of a similar design to ones I had lived near downtown there. there was a row of them, and I was next to an alley.
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mind you that I was attending a party in the midwest, the suburbs. there is no building taller then a few stories for miles. I wasn't aware of this at the time.
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on one side, I had the house. I could see inside, shadows in the windows, the careful, practiced movements of a SWAT Team, waking up passed out kids.
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on the other? an alley with a soft glow at the end of it. the glow had no color, it seemed to be every pleasing color at once. I moved towards it, determined to make my way home arrest-free, despite not knowing quite where home was. I happened to have my coat on, which contained my wallet, cell phone, watch, camera, lighter, pipe, the rest of my pot, and my cigarettes. I was set.
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and then I walked to the nearest intersection, hoping to find a street name I recognized. I found myself at an intersection, and the world got a LOT darker. it was much like one of those comics where the person in distress walks to the intersection and can't see past it. in this case, only the intersection was lit, none of the rest of the world seemed to be.
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the street signs were no help. each time I looked at one, it's name seemed liquid - never settling. one minute redwood, the next birch, for example. turning back to find the alley I'd come from, I found myself looking back at a row of suburban homes. the alley I'd come from was gone, the looming apartment buildings gone. I dropped to my knees, realizing that I needed help, that I'd never get home in this state, and that I was utterly alone.
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I got up, deciding to smoke a cigarette while I tried to settle down. I heard my name called, and I turned my head. a friend was there, and the same pleasant glow was around him. I turned, and as if a light switch had been flipped, the world around me brightened. the streets became defined, the signs regained focus, and the world beyond the intersection became lit again.
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I was lead back to the house. I apologized for any inconvenience I'd caused. we walked through the yard of one house, jumped a fence, and we were back in the backyard of the house the party was at. as I'd felt deep down, there were no cops. just friends that came back from their car ride. I'd just freaked. they asked why I felt the need to jump the fence, but I hadn't remembered doing so - just walking down the alley next to the now-vanished apartment building. I was hugged, held, and calmed down. I didn't try to explain what I'd been through, because I wasn't then ready. I was in no mind to remember what I'd thought happened.
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eventually, as we listened to Mindless Self Indulgence, I came down, and was driven home. I walked up to mcdonalds, had some chicken nuggets and a cherry coke, then walked home and passed out.
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We felt like Gods that night. Twin Apollos roaming the earth, freed from our fleshly cocoons by the acid tabs we’d taken a few hours earlier. How things had changed. Just an hour ago I was whinging about experiencing no effects whilst driving my friend the D-Man home in my car. <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> He was to be my trip buddy and there seemed no need for him to hang around as we’d taken dud tabs. We'd been waiting for this night because we were Acid virgins. I was so scared I popped a valium and had a cone to take off the edge of the 3 tabs. I wanted to see God straight up. Bring on the ego dissolution I kept hearing about. But so far I'd felt nothing but the bitter taste of the acid, a mild high from the pop, and now I was getting sleepy.<br>
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Suddenly I became transfixed by the beauty of a bug on the inside of the windscreen, and not long after that the steering wheel started to melt through my hands. Welcome to the house of fun. Somehow we got to D-Man’s house and upon leaving the car I looked up to the Moon. It shattered into a tetrahedron with a Moon at each juncture. I turned to say something but D-Man had seen it too. We thought it best to get inside his flat as quickly as possible while we still could and locked the door behind us. D-Man went to light an incense stick and that too split, and then formed three separate versions. A golden orb was circling in an arc through the lighted tips. I got the impression with blinding certainty that it was a fire sprite, whatever that is, that was keeping the sticks burning. Again, D-Man saw the same thing. We were linked up on this ride, for better or worse. Maybe I should have listened to my Mum’s ‘don’t do drugs’ speech, but when she gave it to me she had a Martini in one hand and an Alpine cigarette in the other. It was hard to take her seriously, and she was deaf to the irony.<br>
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The room started to fill out with giant plasma balls. They looked like interlocking molecules and were coming in and out of the undulating white light waterfalls covering the walls. It was around this time that pictures of people, on magazines lying around, started to come alive. Their faces looked questioningly at me, and some had a beckoning look of invitation. They told me to walk through the walls, so I placed both palms on one and focused into the bricks and mortar. Like Moses parting the Red Sea, I divided the white light waterfalls to reveal an oblong crack that grew steadily larger. I was now peering into a different dimension and amongst the vermillion swirls of light I saw a group of purple beings. They appeared to have a hive mind. As one their group consciousness called to me - to stay, to play. One creature took my hand in the universal sign of welcome, and I stood teetering on the brink. <br>
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The next second held a key nexus decision point in the matrix of the Universe and I chose the earthbound path and plane. I pulled back from the entity and fell back into the room, but I was not the same. The room no longer looked like it did before. It was the same and yet different. All objects had become timeless and eternal within themselves. It was like I had stepped out of time and now beheld the Truth. Time is a kid’s game and mainly illusion. A tool to be used in the Universal University. I sensed the mass consciousness of the planets in my Solar System bearing down upon my fragile consciousness. They welcomed me like a little brother. I turned around to D-Man but he had become a Cosmic Flower, the Seed of Life, and his Soul was radiating the scent of knowledge which spanned eons. All objects had become metaphor. The outer form an undulating husk or mask, for the ever increasing infinitude of depth, just beyond the time-space boundary of the surface of a coke can or vase. <br>
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It had been an interesting drug career which led me here. It had accelerated over time. Five years of age and the chocolate addiction started, seven years old and I shoveled father’s powdered snuff up my nose, thirteen years old and I downed five coffees a day ‘til I was jazzed and jittered, sixteen years saw the birth of alcohol benders, seventeen the abuse of tobacco, eighteen meditating till I slipped into the Nirvana of my own ass, nineteen pot, twenty home made 'cocaine', and finally to acid at twenty-one. Home made cocaine I hear you ask? I had read that it could be made from a distillation of wild lettuce. I thought it would be ok to use the common supermarket variety, and set about fermenting two giant tubs of the stuff. Under my parent’s house it bubbled away, and they bought the line that I was on a health kick and needed this special dietary supplement. When the day came to smoke the waxy residue I got more of a hit off the fumes from the pen I was using as a makeshift pipe. I should have stuck to the wild lettuce, but where does that grow?<br>
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D-Man had taken one tab less than the three dragon spots flying in my system. He had control again but I was still a kite in the cosmic breeze. Then things went pear shaped. ‘Let’s go to the Grave Yard man,’ he said whilst hoicking me out the door. The Toowong Cemetery was isolated enough in the daytime and now it was close to Midnight. Still, I was in no state to protest. Once there he drove straight to the highest point in the site. <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> A marble finger stabbed up from a crypt on the hill; the final resting place of a famous parliamentarian. Around it swirled spectral dragons, skeletons and lost souls in an ecosystem of despair. I looked on with my mind a whirlpool of fear and yet I could not prise my eyeballs away. The vista was a quantum soup of flux and I had lost my mind. D-Man became the rudder on my ship and commenced with question time. He was now an Elf with pointed ears and even keener eyes.<br>
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‘What is the riddle of Man?’ he boomed, ‘Answer the Ancient One, for it now waits.’ The jewel encrusted Sphinx had appeared in the midst of the portal and all the night creatures sang the OMMMMMMM hymn of night to their Master. Revelation and illumination struck like lightening across my synapses. The Universe was clarified along with my place in it. I tore my shirt, and beat my chest.<br>
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‘This is me, a Monkey-Man of Mammon.<br>
This is me, tonite.<br>
Look again, O Ancient Sphinx.<br>
Can you see my light?<br>
Not just mine, but all of Man.<br>
Come upon the Dawn.<br>
Evolution draws upon,<br>
The Scripted Word of Lord.’<br>
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The Rose-light struck from chest to star. The fiery light did burn. Now all in tune, the knowledge true, subsumed and learned and turned. Many years would have to pass, before I could return. To Mammon World of Monkey-Mind, but never as before. For now I held the Golden Key, Home Coming was assured. A word of caution, sad but true - We are not build for sight. Of Vaster Plan than is imagined, in murky dead of night.<!-- End Body -->
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This experience happened 2 years ago and was an experience that opened my mind to the actual power of psychedelics. At the time of this experience I was heavily into the use of chemicals and very careless on the use of them. I had knowledge of the proper dosages and an idea of the use of set and setting but I never followed them. LSD was a drug I was very familiar with at the time and had experienced many great times on it, this eventually led to an understanding that I could handle very high doses of this drug.
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Now this understanding followed a sequence of events that eventually led to me obtaining 7 hits of LSD from a friend (B) for doing some school work for him. I sold 2 hits to my other friend M who was also present at this time. The trade took place at my house in my bedroom which is in the basement around noon on a school day. I took the remaining 5 hits almost imediately after the transaction and then we decided to go over to our friend P's house because my parents could have showed up at any time.
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We left my house and walked to P's house because it was a short distance away. When we got there we went into his basement and just sat around watching him play PS2. At this time it was probably about 30 minutes after I took the LSD and I was starting to feel shivers and cold just like I always did coming on LSD. The shift from shivers to hallucinating a nice amount happened rapidly within 15 minutes. I was feeling like I was on about 2-3 hits of LSD (actual doseage is not known but from experience I'd say each hit was around 80-100 micrograms/hit) and I was enjoying it. We started to get bored so B, M, and I decided to goto our friend J's house on the opposite side of the city.
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The only way for us to get there was by bus. By the time we were off the bus and walking to his house it was 1 1/2 hrs. approx since I took the LSD. Now I was feeling really good with great visuals and intense body feelings I had never seen or felt before. We were now at J's house and we had smoked a blunt and do I ever regret it. We were now in J's basement and listing to music. The music was drum and bass a very bad mistake considering I dont like the music. The visual were very intense and the music made them worse so I stated we go outside. We did. It was very snowy out and bright because of it, this caused me to trip out more. Now I stated lets go back inside and we did. We went in and this is when the experience got scary, M, B, and J all turned into these cartoon characters to which my amazement stayed that way.
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By this time in the experience I had lost track of time completely, minutes felt like hours and seconds like minutes but I would say this was anywhere between 2 and 4 hrs into the experience. The cartoon characters remained and I was so far away from my own house and the comfort of my own bed that everything seemed wrong. I had completely lost the ability to communicate with others, the concept of what was real and what was not was lost and this whole new world seemed so scary. I wanted to tell my friends what was happening and try to get help but every time I tried I couldnt get passed the first or second word. They had came to the conclusion I needed to go for a walk and since B had to goto the bank anyways it was a good plan. For me this was hell.
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The walk to the bank I can hardly remember but when we were there it was just as horrible as back at J's house. The bank was in a plaza with people coming in and out of it and that is what was horrible. Everyone looked so differnt and monsterous and I was very frightened but couldnt do anything about it, I was so far away from home I couldnt walk and even if I tried I would have gotten lost. Also I could not talk so there was no way of communicating to anyone that I wanted to go home. So I followed everyone back to J's house.
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Probably anywhere between 5-6 hrs. into the experience we were back in J's basement and listing to the horrid music again where the most frightening experience in my life happened, there was a voice talking to me in my head. This voice was trying to convice me to kill my friends because they were evil cartoon characters and if I did I would be happier. I couldnt tell my friends about it because I couldnt talk so I continued to sit there listening. There was a huge arguement going on in my head on if I should do it or not and I dont even know how long this lasted. It got to the point of where I literally went upstairs to grab a knife to do it but I freaked out and decided I would not do it and call my father. This was a huge task in itself because I still couldnt talk, I called and luckily I was near my dentist so I just repeated dentist until he knew I was talking about getting me at the dentist. At this point I did not care if my parents knew I was high on LSD I just wanted to go home and wait for it to end.
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My dad was on his way but it was not over, I had to walk from J's to the dentist by myself, at night, on 5 hits. There was this feeling inside me and it was hurting and I was so lost that I dont know how I made it to the dentist I just remember fighting with the voice in my head. I got into the car when I found him and by now it had to be at least 7-8 hrs into the trip and I was feeling the full effects of the LSD still. The car ride home was the only good part of my trip because it felt like a video game until the end part where the voice convinced me my dad was drunk and it actually looked like we were driving on the wrong side of the road. I pulled the steering wheel over to try and get us over in the right lane and caused us to hit the curb. My father flipped but didnt do much about it.
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When I got home I put on the TV and sat there for hours waiting for the drug to come down. Some of those hours were spent fighting with the voice but eventually he went away. The pain inside of me went away almost instantly when I got home so I wasnt feeling all that bad anymore. It was around 12am when I noticed I was able to talk, think, and perform quite normally again so I decided I would smoke a small bowl and goto sleep and that is what I did. The next day I woke up and felt fine.
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After this experience I didnt touch a chemical for about 2 months, then I started using MDMA again. I didnt even think about LSD for a good 8 months when I finally got the courage to try it again. The one main thing this experience tought me was to watch your set and setting. The whole time I was on the LSD it was because of where I was, who I was with, and what we were doing that caused me to think about what I did leading to the bad experience. From that day forward every time I used a mind altering substance I made sure everything around me is right and me, myself was ready for the experience.<!-- 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: Sep 18, 2008</td><td>Views: 8,296</td></tr>
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I have never gotten the chance to try a Dox compound despite experimenting with various other Rcs. When some came around I could not wait. I had 6 hits which came on rainbow colored sugar cubes. This is a long report of the events of the trip and how the drug made me react to them, there is a summary at the end.
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I began by simply eating one of the rainbow colored sugar cubes at around 7:00PM
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I spent this time hanging around in my room with a friend playing guitar and just listening to music, looking at stupid shit on youtube.
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At around 9:00PM I was feeling a great sense of peace filling me. No matter what was happening or what was going on I felt like I could just be chill. It was like having a feeling that everything was the perfect moment at the time. Me and my friend walked over to his dorm and ended up having an acoustic jam out in the hall in his building. I was able to just sit and almost be enveloped by the music, again all I could feel is peace.
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At around 9:30 I ate another cube
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We sat around and jammed for an hour when we decided to head over to my friends house who was having a jungle juice party. This was going to be an adventure. Neither of us owned a car so we would have to jump on the public transit and ride that for an hour and a half. At this point I was beginning to see visuals. We stopped off to pick up some sish and cigs at the tobacco shop and I could see some shifting and moving of the carpet below me if I focused.
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The train ride seemed to take forever and no time at all. I felt like hurrying was not possible. We spend so much of are time worrying about where we are heading that we forget to enjoy the moment, can describe the state of mind I was in.
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It was 11:30 and we reached the end of the line where another friend was coming to pick us up. I chilled there smoking a cigarette again just feeling a sense of total and utter peace with me and the world.
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At 11:35 I took two more cubes
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My friends picked us up and we got to the party. I have no problem tripping in party situations of 20-30 people. I sat around smoking hookah and kind of chatting with people as I was the only one tripping and everyone else was just getting shit faced drunk. My trip was still at a peaceful state of tranquility. It was interesting to watch the people around me fall apart as they slowly descended into drunkenness.
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Just around when everyone starting passing out at around 2:35 am my trip really started to hit me. I was sat outside for around 45 minutes smoking and watching the clouds shift and flow like an incredibly complex lava lamp in the sky. It was after this that I decided to go inside as it was probably around 15 degrees even though I did not feel it. Also things began to get much more intense.
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The next five or six hours were very intense, I began to come down at around 6am. I began to withdraw from reality if I was not directly engaged with someone. I would leave my body because I ceased to function in my surroundings. In my head it was like every memory was being linked with new ideas and surroundings. It was like complete abstraction in my mind. It was like having vivid dreams while completely awake. I jammed on another guitar but kept losing focus unless I really concentrated or was talking to someone.
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For probably an hour or two I was completely lost inside my own mind space, it was in no way scary, I was all ready so at peace that the slow build up had given me that I was completely ready to let go into my own mind.
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The next morning at around 8am things had mellowed out, things were barely moving but I still was still definitely in a tripping state of mind. I was able to eat a huge breakfast at ihop, but I had not eaten anything the day before.
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At around two or three in the afternoon I had made it back home. I was no longer having visuals but my pupils were still big black saucers and I was still in a different mind state.
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At around 3:30pm I ate a hit of acid
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I was not really expecting the acid to really have that much of an affect. I had started drinking from a jug of wine no one had wanted the night before and having passed on alcohol I was ready to mellow out a little bit.
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But sure enough about an hour in I was starting to just feel that lsd magic, and mind state. Two hours in I was getting great acid visuals, I must have still been tripping on the DOM and the visuals and mindstate I was in was definately still somewhat dom.
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At around 8pm I ate two more sugar cubes
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At around 9pm me and some friends headed over to a house party where there would be a live reggage/rock band playing. We got there right as they were setting up. I ending up drinking about six or seven beers over the course of the party. There ended up being like seventy people in a tiny room dancing out to reggage. It was around 11PM and I had felt the acid start to wear off. But still I was in an incredibly peaceful mindset. I could just feel the good vibes coming off everything. I still had all the energy in the world despite being up for forever.
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I was back in my room at around 2am and ended up eating a little more. Things were really starting to die down. I ended up listening to music and ended up passing out at around 3am. I woke up the next day at around 9am and still felt a little strange, but fell asleep fine the next night after just sitting around my room all day.
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Overall I can say DOM is an amazing drug, it is by far my new favorite research chemical. The first night was an incredibly spiritual experience. The only other research chemical I have ever found to have any spiritual value was 2C-T-2. DOM is definitely not a party drug, it has a very introspective peaceful quality to it. Yet the second night with the acid it gave a feeling of just being able to have a great time. There is no other way to describe it, it is truly deserving of the title Serenity, Tranquility, and Peace.<!-- End Body -->
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Set: happiness, gradually descending depression for the last 3 months.
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Setting: my bedroom.
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To give an introduction, this experience occured on the 26th of December, and I had returned home from boarding school around the 15th, and until this point had not been home since the first days of September. The euphoria of this change alone was extremely important. I had started using drugs around a year before this point, marijuana mostly but I dabbled in many painkillers/sedatives and salvia moderately at one point, the dysphoria and seeming insanity of which I found very interesting. I had been sober for three and a half months until I returned home for break. I was taking 25 milligrams of zoloft daily, and had been doing so for around the last year.
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Earlier in the day, a few friends whom I had not seen in a long time stopped by, friends that I have had since fifth and sixth grade. They had recently started getting more and more into drugs, and my friend J. mentioned that they were purchasing acid that day, for 10 dollars a hit, and asked if I'd like to pitch in. I was more than down, and began to try to understand the experience I was up for merely hours away. My friends left, and I spent the rest of the day messing around with my brother, watching tv, things of that nature.
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My friends came back around 9:00, including my friend C, a man I rarely ever get to see but wish I could spend more time with. They brought the acid in, all of the hits, and stashed it in my freezer wrapped in tin foil. We found some scissors shortly and cut the strip into four hits, mine being the biggest. My friend c, having much experience with psychedelics and knowing this was my first time, wanted me to experience as much of a wild ride as possible. My friend J was going to take two hits, and my friend N one. We played some music, hung out, played some pool, generally enjoyed each others company. I took my hit around 9:30.
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When we went back to get the other three hits from my garage as they were leaving, J discovered one hit was missing. Chaos ensued, all four of us were down on our hands and knees looking everywhere for the hit that disappeared. I made some joke about four known drug addicts on our hands and knees, surely a criminal scene. It didn't really help to lighten the mood, my friends J and K were quite on edge at this point. Finally, J and K agreed to each take one hit, the hit that was lost was technically K's. They took their hits around 9:45. They left shortly thereafter.
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I saw them out, and went and talked to my dad for a few minutes about a guitar pedal, and how it manipulates sound. This was about 30 minutes into the trip. I was coming up at this point, and noticed a slight differentiation in my consciousness, and I was extremely paranoid that my dad would see the paper under my tongue. I handled it cooly though, said goodnight to my parents and went upstairs where my brother and I live. I hung out in my room for a few minutes, and then recalled a national geographic. I went through a stage in which I read mad national geographics just about every night while I smoked marijuana, I gained some important knowledge. The one in particular I wished to find was all about human evolution and anthropology. It came out sometime around 1990, after scientists had discovered Lucy, australopethicus afarensis. The cover had her skull in holographic form.
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I was in the study trying to find the book when my brother came in and started talking to me. I shot the shit with him for a couple minutes, and was getting a little frustrated at not being able to find the book. This was 45 minutes in. At this time the paranoia had dissipated, and I felt slightly inebriated. I felt like my vision was glowing to some extent and My limbs felt loose. As I left the room, I did a flying tackle on my brother while mumbling something strange. He had seen me under the influence to suspect something, but I don't think he actually knew I was intoxicated. We laughed and I retreated to my room, national geographic in hand. At this time I made the music selection for the night. Jimi Hendrix- Are you experienced?, Pavement- crooked rain, Pavement- Slanted and Enchanted, Captain Beefheart- Trout Mask Replica, and Flaming Lips- Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots. I was wearing this pair of blue converse that I had meticulously spray painted Neon Green about a year and a half earlier.
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Around an hour in, I sat down on my couch with Hendrix playing and decided to call my man W. I had talked to him earlier and he knew the condition I would be in later that night. As I called him I believe he was smoking in his bathtub. When I stared at the shoe braced upon my leg, It started to look as if I was wearing the wrong shoe on my left foot. The green on my shoe looked deeper and brighter than ever. After this I called a girl who I had not talked to in a long time. It was very comical at the time to talk to her, because of how intoxicated I was becoming as well as how randomly I had called her. I remember saying bizarre things which isn't unusual for me even when sober, and she kept repeating to me 'You're on drugs, man, you're on drugs.' I found this all very funny at the time. I had a nervous kind of energy, and was pacing around my room while talking on the phone.
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I hung up after a while, and at around 11:00 went into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. I have always thought the advice 'never look into the mirror on hallucinogenics' is not pushing the experience as far as possible, not making it as intense as it can be. I looked into the mirror, and began to notice things. It seemed like my descending into the trip had been like a downward spiral into insanity, very measurably spiraling. I noticed and understood this with grit and fascination. This was quite different from marijuana, which at least when smoked, sends me from 0 to 60 in short time. One second I notice I am sober the next I am noticeably intoxicated. On LSD, I was slightly more intoxicated than I was the moment before every time I noticed, until I peaked and began coming down.
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Hendrix was not doing it for me on the stereo. The only song that really connected other than purple haze was in fact 'are you experienced.' that CD ended and crooked rain came on. At around 11:30, I felt like I was truly peaking. My vision and consciousness seemed slanted, and there was a metallic twinge to my emotion. Music sounded good, but not as good as it did to me on marijuana. I have also come to believe that I experience more psychedelic symptoms from marijuana than does the common man; I have experienced mild synesthezia, medium hallucination, and am always multiple times as intoxicated as almost anyone I smoke with.
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I never visibly hallucinated during this trip. I began thinking more about cyclical/spiraling nature of things, particularly war and weaponry, and how essentially man has always been fighting over the same thing, power in its many forms. The conflict has just taken many different shapes throughout history. I was tripping at about the same point for about an hour, listening to different music. I called my friends J and K, and was astonished to find out they were tripping hard. Both of them had taken a walk from my friend K's house to the elementary school K went to and were trying to grok the signifigance of this. They were hallucinating madly, and were surprised to find out I wasn't hallucinating, considering I had taken more than they.
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I continued observing the downward spiral nature of my thoughts, and noticing this pattern in everything. I remember feeling like I was really young again at one point, and growing in age. Reading Stanislov Grof's theories on the death and rebirth cycle shed light on this process. I spent much time in front of the mirror. Even though I was not hallucinating, the pictures in my minds eye were distorted. If I looked at my face long enough, it looked like my facial features were just stuck on the blank peach colored canvas that is my face. As my face often appears when I am high, it seemed like the different sections of my face were coming together to meet as one. I also had a mohawk at this time, and that made everything stranger. I had this strange feeling the entire trip of deja vu, like I had been here before. I normally write much on any drug, but I only wrote one sentence the whole night: 'It was like I'd seen acid happen to me a thousand times before it ever actually did.'
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Coming down was chill, but the trip was nowhere near as intense as I'd hoped. I love crazy intense experience, and at times the trip was wild, but I was far too in control of the experience for it to fulfill my hopes. Twice when I was coming down my steps in the dark I could see out of my back glass door to the building down on the road near my house with lights solely on the top of it. It looked like the top was covered in fog, like there was a fog machine up there. It was a beautiful sight. The thing that interested me is that both of my friends took less than I did and had much more of a hallucinatory experience. I think the reason for this is that it takes more to get me uncomfortable than they, which has something to do with the intensity of the experience. As well, the buildup of daily zoloft probably influenced the trip to an extent. I would say I tripped relatively hard, but had next to no visual hallucinations. The slanting and metallic nature of my consciousness sticks out to me most. All in all, the trip was enjoyable, but I wish to take more next time. Tripping alone is an experience.<!-- End Body -->
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This wasn't the first time I'd taken LSD - I'm also confident it won't be the last time - but it did open my eyes to the enormous power of psychoactive drugs. I'm 26 years old and no stranger to the joys of chemical experimentation - pot, mushrooms, acid, E, meth, bzp, opium, I have indulged in and enjoyed all of the above and more over the past decade. One of the reasons I have always enjoyed the likes of LSD and psilocybin is their ability to completely transport me to a new reality. Generally this has been a pleasurable experience - opening my mind to different ways of thinking, finding pleasure and beauty in the most unexpected of places. This time was different.
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The day started with a road trip to see the Rolling Stones. Personally I can't imagine a better way to start a day! During a stop for road works at around 6.00pm I decided to drop. The trip commenced after around 20 minutes - the usual stuff, feelings of anticipation, finding amusement in the most mundane things and slight perceptual disturbances. Nothing untoward really. The group I was with decided that they would each take half a trip and hold off until around 8.30. Perhaps that would have been a wiser choice.
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Upon arriving in Wellington we booked into our accommodation. Explaining myself had already become somewhat of a challenge - though I managed to cope. During the taxi ride to the stadium I felt the waves of the trip building inside my head and body - by this point I was looking forward to what promised to be an absolutely stellar evening. We found our seats with a minimum of fuss and settled in for what promised to be the show (and the trip) of a lifetime!
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When the band arrived on stage and launched into the first few songs I remember thinking that whoever had made this batch of acid had done so with this very concert in mind. The music, the lights and the crowd seemed to gel into one unseperable and ever changing entity. I was entirely overwhelmed (in a good way) by the whole experience! The concert seemed to go on for ever, encore after beautiful encore. By the end of the show I was almost in a trance, standing almost completely still among a crowd of 40,000 feeling the music, the lights and the acid wash over, through and around me. A strong trip - yes. But certainly a good one!!
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After the show finished I remember trying to take stock of my situation. Where was I? Where did I need to go? Who was I with? Was I behaving in an appropriate fashion? I was suddenly transported into a very hostile and confusing world. Leaving the stadium was difficult - I became paranoid and confused by the crowds of people around me. There seemed to be a residue of the light show from the concert following me around, wherever I looked I was greeted by brightly flashing lights and gross visual disturbances. I can honestly say that at this point I was completely unable to seperate the effects of the drug and the reality of what was happening around me. I heard voices instructing me to do various things, which I thankfully managed to ignore, I felt eyes upon me, at one point I found myself wandering around in a completely different city. At least that was what my brain was telling me! I knew I was in Wellington, yet my brain persisted in telling me that I was back in my home town of Dunedin wandering familiar city streets. I had also become prone to incoherent outbursts and was distrustful of everyone around me.
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I decided at this point I should probably make my way to somewhere a little less public so returned to the backpackers we were staying at. Upon arriving in my room I removed a shoe and launched it out the window. It was closely followed by my other shoe and a packet of cigarettes. At this point I had a moment of clarity. It was like the real me had returned. I was still tripping, as evidenced by the incessant shifting of the walls and floors around me, but I was coherent again. One of the crew I was with summed it up nicely when they said 'Fuck!! Where have you been for the last two hours?' I'm still not sure. Having come, at least partially, to my senses we went for a bit more of a wander around the inner city, exploring, walking, talking shit. I was still having a storming trip, but at last I was able to function!! We ate kebabs, we ate curry, we drank, and I wished I hadn't thrown away my shoes. Gradually we all returned to earth and made our way back to our room for a fitful sleep. The trip was over and I had been somewhere I had never been before.
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I firmly believe that I ended up in some kind of drug induced psychosis during the night. What triggered it? Who knows. I have taken higher doses before without the same effects. This was the first time that I had had my ass handed to me on a plate by drugs. I was left with a sense of falibility - no one can ever claim to have total control over a drug experience and this wasn't an insight I'd had until now. I had a newfound respect for hallucinogens and what they could do to a man. This trip was the best I've ever had and the worst. The concert experience was nothing short of magnificent - the after show was very close to hell on earth. World War Three inside my head!
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This illustrated to me the importance of respecting (and never underestimating) the power of drugs. We all take them to have fun - but there's always the potential for the unexpected to occur. Everyone should have at least one experience like this. Especially those who claim to be able to go harder than everyone else. That was me. Now I know I'm not chemically invincible and it took me just one tab to teach me that.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
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I just recently finished my sophmore year at college. To celebrate me and a few very close friends decided to take a trip to the beach for some much needed rest and relaxation. The weekend went off with out a hitch, but while we were there I decided to try acid for the first time. My experience was extremely positive and I was glad that I had the opportunity to try the drug since it helped dispel for me many of the myths and mainstream depictions of what LSD is and what it does. My story is as follows.
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Saturday was going to be the day. After we got down to the beach and settled on Friday we decided that tomorrow was going to be when we would trip. The plan was this, head down to the beach, relax for a little while, then take our dose just before evening set in. My drug experience was somewhat limited, and I had never done a psychedelic before, so I was understandably anxious and a bit nervous, but because I had looked into acid a great deal and I knew what would probably happen I decided to bite the bullet and do a half a tab. The two friends who I was with decided to do a tab each since they were very experience in the way of psychedelics.
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We ate the acid at 4:00pm on the beach and soaked up the late afternoon before heading back to the house. We meandered back to the house around 4:30pm. We lucked out on the weather since it was supposed to rain, but instead of thunder and lighting we were treated to a bright and sunny afternoon. The acid didn't kick in until we got back to the house, but I remember the walk back being beautiful and vibrant. To jumpstart things we all decided to pack a bowl and hang out around the house for a while. After smoking I began to feel the effects slowly settle in. I decided to take a shower to wash the sand and salt water out of my hair. As I walked towards the bathroom I felt my mood elevate significantly from anxious to almost giddy.
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While in the shower I saw my first visualization. Now, having never done acid before I expected to see some very crazy things, things straight out of Fear and Loathing or Fantasia. The fact that I took so little probably prevented that, but I was mesmerized by the bath curtain while I showered. The whole bath area seemed to billow and breathe as I washed up. My mood elevated even more so during my shower, not just because of what I was experiencing but also because I had gotten over the initial fear of what would happen while I was on the substance. I knew this was going to be a fun trip.
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After drying off and changing my clothes we decided to put on some music and sit out on the back deck. The sun was still up and the air was the perfect temperature for just lazing around in. For me, the realities of the drug began to set in while we all talked and enjoyed the early evening. I saw one of my friends the most stoned I had ever seen him. We sat around and talked about the finer points of drugs, college, relationships, physics, sunny days, and what we planned to do for dinner. All the while I remember looking at the pine trees out back and watched them dance in the wind against a cloudless blue sky. I didn't get many visuals while staring off into space but I was very comfortable and content with just being outside with my friends.
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Soon the time came to order dinner, which turned out to be a little harder than I expected. We decided on a local sandwich place, but when I tried to read the menu I was more interested in the text on the page than I was with figuring out what to get. I let my vision unfocus a bit and I started to see the words on the page warp, slide around, and melt. After staring at the menu for what felt like a half hour I decided to get a turkey sandwich even though I wasn't hungry.
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At this point we decided to walk back down to the beach and watch the sun set, but our contentness with our current surroundings kept us at the house. Shortly after, I got a call on my cell phone from my parents. I knew they were calling to say hi and see how the weekend was going, but my mind began to play with the idea that something might be wrong and they needed to talk to me. A little bit of anxiety began to set in as I dreaded this beautiful time coming to an abrupt and unsettling end and the anxiety of having a bad trip and what that would mean began to take hold. After talking with my friends, I decided that whatever it was it could wait and there wasn't anything that could possibly be that important. The relief I felt after this decision was one of the highlights of my trip. I thought I was feeling harmony and pleasure before, but now I was genuinely exstatic.
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After trying to eat our sandwiches we decided that we would play some Super Smash Brothers and chill out until it got darker outside. I don't remember how long we played for, but 9:00pm rolled around sooner than I expected. I felt like I was at the height of my trip since my mood was wavering between pleasurable and anxiousness, so before the eventual comedown I decided that some other activities were in order. We shut off the television, put on some downbeat jazz music, and all gathered outside.
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It was much darker and chillier now, but the atmosphere was very comfortable. I grabbed a little beer and wine for everyone and we sat around and drank a little. I also grabbed a cigar that I had been saving for such a time and we passed it around while we sipped our drinks. Its hard to describe everything I felt at the time, but I felt a oneness with myself and my friends. There was no callousness or poking fun, just a warm and mutual happiness and friendly atmosphere. We commented on how adult we felt sitting around smoking a cigar and drinking wine. It was perfect. Once the cigar was through with we decided on rolling a joint and then go for an adventure in town. The joint did not ignite the effects of the acid like it did for me before, but it helped me maintain my mood and that feeling of oneness with everyone and everything.
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After smoking we headed back towards the beach and the small town that lies next to it. It was around 11pm and we toured around the town. Everything was closed since it was late and the off season, but it didn't matter. We ventured down to the beach again and watched the moon and the waves. On the beach there is a big jetty which I walked out to by myself and watched the waves crash over the rocks. I looked at the moonlight on the waves and reflected on my day. There was no doubt in my mind that is was a very positive one. I overcame my anxiety about doing psychedelics, I bonded even more with my closest friends, I experienced a great deal of beautiful sights and sensations, my mood was bright and positive the whole day, I was able to stop myself from worrying about my parent's phone call and bring myself out of a bad trip, and best of all I understood what it meant to do such a drug.
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My one stunning realization about the whole day occured while I stood on the jetty. I thought about my general attitude and person and realized that I live my day to day life like the character Cameron from 'Ferris Bueler's Day Off'. I'm timid, I follow my parents to a T, I never do anything that might be dangerous or break the rules, and I generally get by but not as happily or as confidently as I could. It is hard to recount exactly what went through my head, but I felt that my day and the things I experience coincided very closely with Cameron's progression in 'Day Off', and despite what happened, I was a better person for having gone through with everything.
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After soaking in the evening we decided to head back to the house for a little more Smash and maybe something funny to watch. At that point in the evening I was dead tired and decided to hop into bed instead of staying up more. Everyone else followed suit. I had some problems falling asleep due to racing thoughts and the like, but eventually I drifted off. All in all a very very positive experience. I'd try acid again in a second, but not in the next little while because of how powerful of a substance it is and how special the experience should be.<!-- End Body -->
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The first time I dropped acid could be described in no other words than crazy. My friends and I were just bumming around the city and earlier that day – about 1pm – I had already snorted a dexie (not sure what the dose was). The guy who was selling LSD stamps had to go somewhere else to pick it up, so I waited around for a while. I’d never dropped acid before, only done drugs like PCP, and everyone was asking me if I was going to take a half or a whole. What I would learn later is that you’re actually only supposed to take half, but, it being a Sunday afternoon, no one else volunteered to share a trip with me.
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When the guy came back with the acid, it was about 3:00pm. He told me to take the whole one and that I’ll be fine, so not really sure what I was doing, I took the whole one. I sucked on it for about forty minutes, and the next hour or so was spent walking friends up to the bus stop since some of them were leaving. When I came back, a lot of the kids were looking at me, smiling. Usually when someone takes a trip, word gets around. It was about 4:30pm when they were coming up to me saying, “Hey, dude, I heard you took a whole stamp. How’re you feeling?”
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Everyone looked weird and distorted. The lights all around the city were moulding into very trippy patterns, everything was so bright, and so loud. At about 5:00pm I really started to trip. It was like walking through a galaxy of brilliant-coloured stars. The textures on the surfaces were more defined, and morphed into strange patterns. I remember laughing so much. I had a few smokes, and for some reason that was just really fun, so I ended up smoking almost a whole pack in about an hour.
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At about 6:00pm, it began to get dark and I saw flashes out of the corner of my eye that startled me. Some of my friends started going home, but I wasn’t due anywhere for another hour or so, so I started freaking out about being alone. A couple of girls told me to come with them to the park so they could take care of me until I was due home. When we got on the bus, things started to get really creepy. People’s faces started to get longer, their expressions yawning. I felt like something was pulling me down to the ground, and I felt really heavy. I felt definitely stuck out of reality. I had trouble walking, and objects started to alternate between getting further away and closer without my actually moving.
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We walked through the strip of town known for its neon signs and bright lights at night, and that was really fun. When we got to the park one of the girls told me to look at a spot on the ground and spin around really fast. I did that for about ten seconds, then stopped, and the world just flew. It kept spinning and spinning, and I think I involuntarily fell to the ground. I felt like gravity had locked me into that position and I could never get up again. All I could hear was some sort of internal screaming and the words of my friend saying, “God, she really is fucked.” It wasn’t the best feeling, but it was pretty sick. Then one of them told me they had to go get their stuff from their apartment.
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I thought I waited down at the bottom of that apartment for about two hours, but then my friend told me it was actually two minutes. They started talking, in slow motion, their voices muffled like sort of a broken record. It was definitely creeping me out. The texture on the pot plant I was looking at began to morph like crazy, and the distance from where it was changed frequently. I began to get scared, especially since I felt like I was stuck in time. Everything was in slow motion, I kind of felt like I was underwater, since it took a lot of effort to move. I felt like gravity was trying to suck me up, into the ground. I felt like I was dying.
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Well I definitely started to freak out after that, and one of the girls tried to get me to a train station home. I was okay during the walk but really, really anxious and paranoid. I thought that when I got home everyone would know I was high. I thought they already knew. At the station, the girl said goodbye and told me everything was going to be fine and to have fun. I tried to buy my ticket but I was feeling really disorientated and on the platform things kept distorting into really deformed pictures. I knew this would pass, but I couldn’t help freaking out. It definitely doesn’t help to be alone. I had a huge panic attack on the train, and ended up calling my friend, babbling to her about god knows what. We ran out of signal, but the girl sitting behind me looked at me and said, “Hey man, I overheard. Are you worried that people will know you’re on drugs?” I said, “Yeah”, to which she replied, “Me too!” She was a lot older than me, but it helped a lot to have someone there who understood. When we got off the train she told me everything was going to be okay and to have fun. I don’t know why but that’s what everyone had been saying to me all night when they left – “Bye, and have fun!”
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The walk home was crazy. Everything looked weird, different, animate. It was all brilliant coloured and lighting. I felt kind of peaceful then, with some sort of internal dialogue very loud in my head. When I got home, it was about 7:00pm, and I calmed down a little bit. I sat on my bed and watched the glows around the objects and the different lightings dancing around. It looked really beautiful. I played a few Doors albums, and suddenly everything Jim Morrison was saying made sense. I felt completely and utterly detached from reality, on a completely different plane of consciousness. When I turned off the lights, I saw rainbow glows dancing in front of me that changed shapes depending on the pitch and tone of the music. I felt very spiritual. Every single object in that room was alive. Objects would distort, and my bed started breathing. It all looked very interesting.
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I tried to play a Pixies album, because I’ve always wanted to trip to The Pixies, but it all got weird after that. In the darkness I felt someone touching me, a muffle by my side, and a man’s voice. I almost had a heart attack. I whacked the lights on and started calling random people, talking about random things. For some reason I felt like I was in a world where I knew the answers to everything. I felt really close to the people I talked to, and felt I could tell them anything. If they tried to talk about something related to their reality, I wanted to tell them that it didn’t matter, because I wasn’t in their reality.
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As the night went on, I started playing The Doors again and drawing randomly. The pencil felt amazing to control and it just guided me to where the trip was taking me. I watched inanimate objects become animate, different rainbow colours of light dancing in front of me. Everything was so loud – I could hear the people next door breathing. There were swirls, and random flashes of light. When it got a bit later – around 1:00am – I started to get really paranoid. It scared me shitless having to walk to the bathroom by myself, especially looking in the mirror. My pupils were huge, and I looked quite creepy myself. When I talked to people on the phone, I couldn’t listen to music at the same time because I had this feeling that my senses were overlapping. Textures felt completely different to how they usually were. I think I tripped over at some point (no pun intended), and the pain in my toe seemed to weep, in a strange, acidic sort of way.
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Time was still going really, really slowly. It was like I had shifted into a world where time and space didn’t exist. I talked for what seemed like hours, only to be told that it was minutes. As it got quite late, around 2:00am, I was really tired but couldn’t sleep. The trippy feeling was beginning to creep me out. I sort of wanted out, but I knew it wouldn’t be over for another hour or so. So I kept myself busy reading for a while (really slowly, by the way, at least that’s what it seemed), until eventually the effects wore off. After that I felt a bit at loss for losing the whole trippy feeling, but it was almost 4:00am and I was really tired. So I popped a Valium and went to sleep (waking up 2 hours later, of course, but that’s not the point).
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In general, I guess I could say that trip was just about the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. I swung from mad fear to hysterical ecstasy at the same time. Everything looked really crazy and bright and fast, but at the same time I was stuck in time. I was stuck in space. The next day, I was still fucked. I heard random things tuning in and out, sudden movements made me jump out of skin, and everything was still a million times louder than usual. This wasn’t good when I had to go to school. But it was a good experience, something I will probably most likely do again (but only on a half, and definitely not by myself!).<!-- End Body -->
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The first and so far only time I tried acid resulted in just about ruining my new years eve 2005/6 that I had been anticipating for the better part of 6 months. Some friends and I went to a drum and bass gig a few towns away, we had each got some acid and extacy to take over the two nights respectively.
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Nighttime fell on the first night (new years eve) and my friends decided to kick things off by hotboxing the van and having a session inside. My first mistake was to participate in this. I should probably preface this next part with an explanation of my relationship with marijuana - it always without fail makes me incredibly paranoid, introspective and unable to do anything physical without great effort. The only reason I keep doing it is social pressures and the hope that the next time will be different. Unfortunately it wasn't.
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I managed to put the tab in my mouth before the weed overtook my mind. People who tried acid from the same source we got ours all marvelled at how strong it was, and I was recommended just taking half my tab. Not listening to this was my second mistake. My girlfriend took a full tab and I didn't want to seem like a wuss, plus I usually have a high tolerance for alcohol and other substances, plus I was keenly looking forward to the psychotropic experiences I'd read about. Bring it on I thought. Jumping into something headfirst is something I always avoid from now on.
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We went to go dance, it was about an hour to midnight, and I was beginning to experience the uneasy feelings of the weed I smoked earlier. 'Why the fuck did I do this to myself... AGAIN?' I thought to myself, coupled with many other anxieties relating to the fear of ruining this night when there was so much anticipation toward it. I lost my 2 friends I came with and was just dancing with my girlfriend on autopilot while my mind was blocked into an introspective loop. My attention nervously shifted from the DJ on stage, to the crowd in front of me, to my girlfriend, to my own dancing, and back again. I worried about getting lost, I worried about bumping into people, I worried about making a fool of myself. I waited and wished dearly for the weed to leave my system, but this was obvioulsy not going to happen in a hurry, there were people all around me blowing weed smoke everywhere. Pricks.
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My internal monologue continued its paranoid rant as I began to wonder about the acid I just dropped. What if this horrible introspection I was feeling was a symptom of this new drug I tried? I tried to think logically and came to the conclusion that was I was feeling was more typical of feelings associated with weed (paranioa, introspection) than acid (hallucinations etc.) So basically at this point I was praying for the weed to wear off and hoping the acid would treat me better. This was new years for gods sake!
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My already fragmented hold on reality began to worsen around when the countdown for new years began. When midnight struck, I had planned to give my girlfriend next to me a big smooch as per tradition. When this happened however, I realised what a fucked up state I was in. I suddenly realised that I could barely see and was struggling to stand up. I managed to plant one on her and mumble 'Happy new years' but I was so unsure of what was going on I feared I had just kissed a total stranger in front of her. I tried to keep dancing and ignore my weakening physical state but I eventually realised that I was going to faint if I didn't do something. I quickly left my girlfriend and went outside of the dancing area to sit down and rest. I clutched my head and curled up under a tree, waiting for some of this poison to leave my body. I probably looked pretty foolish to those near me but I was out of it to sit up in any kind of dignified way. I sat there for probably half an hour hoping like hell I got better so I could enjoy the music I'd waited so long to experience.
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My girlfriend eventually found me asked what happened. to my surprise when I went to reply, I had lost my ability to speak. It took all of my mental energy to muster a sentence like 'This, I don't.... bad.' The fact she was tripping as well made it especially difficult to communicate. I was feeling so awful at this stage my hopes for recovering and having a good night had dispersed and I just wanted it all to go away. I tried my best to tell my girlfriend to take me back to the tent so I wouldn't just pass out in the open and risk being trampled or frozen overnight. Walking, speaking, finding my way around, in fact everything was just about impossible to do, I felt like I was in a dream. I kept blacking out, and began to fear that I would die, either from overdose or exposure. At one point there was no doubt I had reached the end of my life, and sadly thought of my poor mother having to deal with it.
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To make matters worse, finding our way back to our tent was a nightmare. All our friends we encountered were tripping as well and were of no help - I remember thinking, 'Fuck, is anyone at this gig NOT ON ACID?'. We got there eventually and I had a drink of water and curled up with a blanket and finally gave into the urge to pass into unconsiousness I had been feeling for the entirity of 2006.
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There you have it. For me the mixture of weed and acid basically caused me to black out and miss a concert I had waited many months and driven many miles for. Thankfully I recovered for the second night and had a great time on extacy. I haven't touched weed since this, nor will I ever probably. I may try acid again, but at a much smaller dose.<!-- End Body -->
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I could not write this without providing a short history of my life since starting to use drugs and providing a little info about my personality. So, here we go...
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I began smoking cannabis during my teens. I was in high school at the time and was soon in trouble. A favour provided to a classmate turned into a charge of drug dealing. I was given the option of attending a rehab or being reported to the police. I spent six weeks in an in house treatment centre where I was bombarded with totally ridiculous anti drug propaganda. There were one on one counsellor sessions, group sessions, occupational therapy etc etc. I was an ocassional dope smoker surrounded by heroin, cocaine and prescription drug users (the patients) and ex heroin, cocaine and prescription drug users (the therapists and doctors). Eventually I had enough of their bullshit and refused to acknowledge being an addict in group therapy (it was a NA style rehab). After leaving it took about 3 months before I smoked cannabis again. I met new friends through one of my fellow patients who remain some of my best friends to this day.
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With these friends I attended my first music festival where I experienced my first fully psychedelic LSD trip. I had taken a very small piece of a paper before this, but this was the ONE. Uncontrollable laughter, joy, and then, later on I got lost in the crowds of people and joy turned to sudden, inexplicable fear. An undeniable facet of my personality - shyness - rose to the surface of the trip and burst the bubble. In my first trip I experienced the ups and downs of acid. I carried on a few months later.
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Tripping became a regular occurence and, unfortunately, a nightmare. Every time I tripped I would experience the negative thoughts and feelings from my previous bad trips. Smoking cannabis would induce similar paranoia to my LSD trips and stopped being enjoyable in social settings. Set and setting were just not happening for me and I stopped regular trips. Around this time I discovered mushrooms and was delighted to find them like acid, but without the irrational fear acid created in me. Unfortunately this led to a fall as well.
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On the occasion of my 19th birthday I ended up with a 6 gram bag of psylo's and no one to share them with as my friends had bought and ingested their own when I joined them. I decided to take the whole bag alone and see what would happen. This was far, far bigger than the ONE. This was the absolute. I was in a particularly beautiful setting in the South African countryside at another music festival. After half an hour I could not walk. I lay in our campsite and was overcome by the beauty of my friends sitting next to me, the yellow flowers in the fields surrounding us and the mountains surrounding the valley we were in. That was what I think Timothy Leary must have experienced when he ate his first dose of mushrooms in central America. It was religious. I felt spirits in the surrounding mountains observing me and I felt the unity, the oneness, the universe as a whole and I could not contain the tears that started streaming down my cheeks as a result of the joy I was feeling. I was in complete awe.
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The following year I wanted to repeat the experience at the same festival. I went a bit nuts and overdid things. I ate, I think, somewhere between 10 and 15 grams of psylos over a few days. I did not experience a short 6 hour trip but rather an extended 3 week descent into madness which resulted in hospitilization and sedation. Three months of weekly therapy sessions, a couple of psychiatric evaluations and medication followed. My consulting psychiatrist informed me that there was a very real possibility that my experiences could have resulted in long term epilepsy or schizophrenia. My therapist urged me to cease all hallucinogenic use to prevent another descent into madness. I ignored those warnings and resumed smoking later on without the expected epileptic fits or schizophrenia.
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The remaining years until now saw me introduced to ecstasy and electronic music forms, both of which I had abhorred before. These two things showed me the way to enjoy psychedelics again, safely, and without the fears I had known before. I stopped all drugs, except cannabis, in 2005. I still, however, become introverted when smoking cannabis. The magic of cannabis left me. Last year I reached a point where smoking cannabis was no longer fun. I would wake up in the mornings and feel uncomfortable until the first joint which would just leave me feeling normal. I passed a resolution to halt my cannabis use as well and see what would happen.
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My emotional development from teenager to adult suffered as a result of hallucinogen use. I think that in the last few months I have been experiencing some thoughts and emotions lingering from my teenage years. I have been up and down. I have suffered two short bouts of very serious depression and self doubt. At least the negative feelings have been real, rather than drug induced. I wish that there had been someone or something to advise me not to leap too fully into the world of psychedelics at the age of 15. In fact, I wish I had waited until the age of 18 or 19 before commencing experimentation.
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Since ceasing to smoke, my concentration skills are better, I learn new things faster, I am more productive during my spare time, less exhausted, and more optimistic. I have smoked on a couple of occasions recently though and the experiences were sacred again. I plan to limit smoking to once a week, maximum, in the future. For now, I am not smoking at all. I practiced kundalini yoga for a few months after my traumatic mushroom experiences and it really helped me regain some focus as well as getting some good exercise. I am not currently in any classes as I don't have time. I wish to join a tai chi class some time and then decide between yoga or tai chi.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
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Well, it finally happened. I had my first experience with LSD. Three hits of some of the strongest acid that's been around town in several years. I paid for one hit, and one of my best friends gave me the other two, because we hadn't hung out in a while. About thirty minutes after taking it, the dealer called one of my other friends. My friends told us the dealer said, 'Don't take two. It's too strong.' I doubted that, but that doubt slowly vanished as the trip kicked in. I saw a sheet of the stuff, and it was pink, purple, and had a very cool design of two aliens on it. My friends bought about an ounce of weed for the day, and we were set.<br>
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It all started in the woods. It was a very beautiful day. Perfect. We rolled a couple joints in our favorite spot, and smoked. I had taken all three hits of my acid about thirty minutes before we got to the woods. My friend had taken his two hits (he had done acid before), and my other friend had taken one. He would take one more later, when someone gave him a hit. After a while, I noticed myself smiling, for no real reason at all. I would just walk around, smiling my ass off, looking at all the pretty trees. Smiling soon turned to giggling stupidly at the smallest things. It was around that time I got my first hallucination.<br>
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I saw a video camera up in the trees for a moment. I knew it wasn't really there, but it was still very strange to see a camera up there. At this point, there was no way you could make me unhappy. Everything was funny. I loved to talk, walk, and do just about everything. I had a cigarette at around this time, and it was great. Smoking menthol cigarettes was one of my favorite things to do during the trip. We saw that it was going to rain, so we decided to drive to my friend's brother's place <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> , which was a kickass apartment community filled with good friends who all knew each other. The friend who had taken one hit had to go home for a little while, so he dropped us off there.<br>
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At this time, I was slowly drifting into insanity. Not insanity in the sense that I was a raving lunatic running around, but in the sense that I knew the world I was seeing in front of me was nothing close to the world that I was really in. I could look out into the horizon and see the world melting. Right about now, the visuals were basically distortions of real things around me, but strange, nonsensical distortions. There were a group of guys playing volleyball outside, and at one point the volleyball looked like a ball of glowing orange light.<br>
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I have to add that during all this, I kept taking my sunglasses off, then putting them back on. Putting my sight through this 'filter' made things take a whole new visual quality to them. Light became distorted, and whenever I would look at any source of light, crazy things would happen. I would describe some of the visuals here, but it would be a waste of time, because the real visuals were so much more.<br>
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My friend's brother decided he wanted to buy 25 hits of acid from the dealer from earlier. So we went along for the car ride. Boom. Complete insanity. It all started in the car, on the way to the dealer's house. It started raining hard. Now there weren't just normal objects changing before my eyes. I was seeing things that were not there. Hundreds of paratroopers in the sky, slowly falling to the ground over the horizon. All the trees were on fire, with smoke coming off of them, forming outlines and patterns that I was not familiar with. An army of chameleons was marching along the lane, which had no oncoming traffic. They had different-colored uniforms on, and you could tell that it had something to do with their rank.<br>
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It was storming. You could barely see out of the car. The large droplets of water coming off of the windows started to look like blood. I looked back on the road, and it wasn't a road anymore. It was a vein. We were inside something's body, riding atop a large, winding vein. Thankfully the brightness of the sun prevented this vision from taking over my mind for more than a few seconds.<br>
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We were on a slight slant on the road during a red light. I thought everything was starting to lean that way, and that soon the world would be on such a tilt that I would fall into the horizon. There was a water tower to the right of me, and we were being tilted to the left. I thought I was looking straight up at the water tower, and I tried to grab onto it to keep from falling. That didn't work, so I grabbed onto the car. Riding in a car was like riding on a roller coaster. I felt like the car we were in was huge, a large machine that I had to grab on to to prevent from being slung around.<br>
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Got to the dealer's house, got the stuff, then left. One of the most interesting things to note is that my inner-monologue was extremely exaggerated. Someone could be looking right at me, talking to me, and I would just be staring back at them, thinking in my mind, 'What is he saying to me? I know he's talking to me, but what is he saying to me?' Also, I would analyze every single little thing, making it extremely difficult to focus on small, unimportant things like talking to people. I would be staring off into space, thinking 'Did that guy just try to offend me, or was he just joking around, being nice?'<br>
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One thing I kept seeing throughout the trip was paratroopers in the sky, with their white parachutes billowing in the wind. Some stupid preppy jock guy was trying to mess with me during the peak of my trip. He was in his car, flashing his lights at me, trying to trip me out. I went up to the car and said something to the effect of, 'I look in the sky and see hundreds of paratroopers descending down. Do you really think that flashing your fucking lights at me is going to trip me out, you moron?'<br>
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A bunch of people wanted to watch Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, because it was obviously appropriate, and we all love that movie to death. It was very ironic and cliche to be watching that movie at that exact time. I didn't sit there and watch it, because it was much more interesting to walk around and experience things, but it was just fun to see it every time I went back in the apartment.<br>
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I kept thinking vultures were picking at my head. I would have an image in my head of vultures swooping down and grabbing my hair, but I would look up and see nothing but sky. The world would take on a strange look to it, almost as if it was being reflected to me in a giant puddle of water, and someone spilled oil in it, giving it that swirling rainbow look to it. It took all I had not to lose control. If I didn't have the amount of experience I have, I know that I would have been in the depths of a horrible trip. I already was in the depths of a horrible trip, but it was just so good.<br>
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A few times in the trip, I would see things as they're normally seen, but in hundreds of times more detail than I'm used to. I could look at bushes, and see every leaf, every branch. I could look at a bug and see every moving part of the bug, every joint, every feeler, leg, eye, etc. It was in this viewpoint that I thought my mind was being used to its maximum potential. I thought of how advanced our civilization would be if everyone saw in this way, all the time. Everything was so detailed, and at any given moment I could pick out anything I was seeing, and fully concentrate on it, seeing and understanding it in a way I had never felt before. Think of my vision changing as going from playing Goldeneye to Half-Life 2. Everything had so much greater detail to it. Things were clearer, more vivid, etc.<br>
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I would look at the ceiling, and see it melting away outwardly, into the sky. I thought the entire room was expanding quickly. I had to grip the sofa, because it was expanding just as fast. I saw my friend fading away in the distance as the couch stretched itself out in miles.<br>
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My friend's brother had a bunch of sparklers that we had a blast with. I would light one, and I would see every spark that came off of it as a tiny screaming face, shattering into a million pieces as it hit the ground. I actually wanted to stop lighting sparklers because of this reason, because I felt bad for all the faces, which I saw in great detail, with their burning eyes staring up at me, almost in a way that asked, 'Why are you doing this to us?' Keep in mind, these were tiny sparks, and I saw every facial expression they made. Remember what I said about everything being more vivid and more detailed. I don't know how else to explain it.<br>
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Smoke was very interesting to look at. I could see every little particle of smoke, and I could see it being absorbed into my clothes, into my skin. As the smoke moved, it resembled an ocean. A large, moving body of particles, that would conform to itself and its properties. One particle wouldn't move on its own, if one moved, the rest of the mass would slowly make the same kind of movement.<br>
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I had severe trails as I would move my head, but not my eyes. I could move my eyes and everything would be as clear as it was before, but if I moved my entire head or body, everything would bleed into itself, before finally resting at its final form as everything cleared itself up.<br>
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I would breathe, and so would everything else around me. I've read of people saying this about shrooms. It was a strange feeling, like everything was connected to me, and just an extension of myself. Like everything was a single, breathing organism, in my own little world that I could control and manipulate.<br>
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I had such an insane trip that I really can't remember too many details about it. That makes me angry, because I remember how amazed I was at everything, and how much I wanted to just get home and write about what I saw. But it has been a day or two since I did it, and my memory of it has gotten fuzzier and fuzzier. This affects me a lot, because the main thing I wanted to do was write when I was on it. It makes me very sad. I think next time I do acid, I'm going to do it alone, in the comfort of my own home, and just sit there and write.<br>
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My life has changed. I see things in a completely different way than I did before taking acid. I always heard people talk about that, but I had no idea how true it was. I couldn't have asked for a better trip as my first time, because it was more intense than anything I could've hoped for. I would definitely call it a bad trip, but that's a very misleading term. It was the best time I've ever had in my life. Pure insanity. Complete mental overload. Bliss.<!-- End Body -->
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It began around 11:00PM when CJ, who had taken one hit about an hour ago, began noticing the trees were sort of 'dancing' in the far distance while sitting in his car in a parking lot. We were waiting for a call from Miles, signalling his escape from the house and our cue to head on over. We got tired of waiting and lurched into the beginning of his driveway, which is nearly 1/4 of a mile, very curvy, surrounded by bushes, trees, and rolling hills. That useless information will make more sense later.
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Still waiting in the car, CJ seemed content to just listen to music and watch the sky, where he exclaimed there was a black man smoking a blunt in the clouds. At this point, he got out and began to wander around and dance. At around 1:00 Miles' appeared. He had taken his hit earlier too, they were both an hour or two ahead of me, so the entire time I felt slightly disconnected. He gave me a hit. Ever since marijuana, I had been very curious about psychoactives and the alterations involved. Of course, there are the bad trips too, so I had been preparing and anticipating this day for a long time.
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We decided to walk to the porch behind his house for rolling papers, and on approaching, his fenced up dog began to bark. This was the beginning of the true trip, as I could actually follow VERY closely the reverberations from the echos smash against the trees and resound back against the open sky. While this was happening, Miles' was busy inside his kitchen getting drinks and the papers. CJ and I both watched for what seemed like half an hour while he wandered about the kitchen doing who knows what. It reminded me of a sitcom for some strange reason. Then the first feeling of anxiety set in from thinking we would sit at the window until the next morning, when Miles' parents would come down for breakfast and see us staring. An odd thing to worry about, but nontheless.
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We each drank a bottle of what I think was Gatorade I chugged the entire thing in literally 3 seconds without realizing and felt nauseous for a brief period. Wandering around the walls of his house for awhile, I noticed the tall grass and stood over it, staring as though it were a pool of death. What little of the ground was visible in the tall grass was a black void full of squirming black snakes. The moonlight was unrealistically bright this night. Everyone decided a little grass would make the experience more smooth, so a joint or two were in order. I couldn't remember who's car it actually was, and was happy to be back outside, in more familiar places. At this point, I vowed to only trip in nature, or at least yards.
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It was getting late, so the three of us departed back to CJ's car, but before we even started to move someone pointed out how awesome the moon was. But it was not the moon, it was the clouds and they were moving FAST. The moon served as a stationary backdrop to emphasize just how much the sky had changed. Also the air behind the clouds were a strange shade of purple, which seemed to deepen as the trip went on.
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30 minutes had passed and we weren't even a fourth of the way back yet, as each of us kept wandering off the driveway and staring at random shit. It seemed the Cannabis combination was having a really outrageous effect on time, so we smoked another joint. While this was going on, I could hear water dripping several houses away and understood how Chinese water torture worked, but for now, it was pleasant and entertaining. We stopped again at a honeysuckle tree (the kind you can pull apart the flowers and eat). I tried to taste one, but found myself staring at the tree and ripping the flower to pieces instead.
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Finally at the start again, we noticed the powerlines above us. Up until that point they were silent, but now they were emitting a loud buzzing sound, and were covered in red lines that moved about the lines. We decided to listen to some music before heading out. The next 20 minutes or so were a complete haze, only remembering entering, exiting, and walking around the car. They had said I 'screamed'. The next part was probably the most bizarre but amusing situation I've ever been in, as we walked back and forth between Miles' house and CJ's car 3-4 more times. CJ kept seeing random animals in all the plants we passed, including bunnies, elephants, and zebras. At one point when Miles' was talking to me, half of his face became contorted, his eye much wider and stretched than the other, his nose also became longer, kind of like the stereotypical Jewish imagery. CJ also took on a similar effect, but it was his mouth instead, which hung about 5-6 inches below his chin.
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Watching the road while on Acid on a late night is like being the passenger of an airship as you sail through thick clouds. The mist and fog on the road seemed about a foot higher than normal, yet all the cracks and details of the road were more visible than ever. I turned in for bed shortly after and stared into the sofa's design. The small ropes and threads it was constructed of began to bulge and breathe. This was broken by a loud 'HIHOWAREU' screeching as CJ's cat walked into the room. The pipes within the walls began to flow with water as I closed my eyes, sounds were definately louder than normal. There was no sleeping involved that night, which may have had caused the LSD to last far longer than usual, as sleep probably nullifies most of the effects.
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I walked back into CJ's room around 10:00am, where he was still sleeping. Sitting down at his computer I figured the trip had finally ended. Believe it or not, this was not so. It was still going, though very weak. Every so often I would look a direction really fast and notice those translucent 'acid wallpapers' you see floating around. They finally made sense. The most confusing part of the entire experience was when the sound of racecars driving around began to fill my ears, sometimes soft, but always gaining in volume at increments. This lasted an hour or so. For the next few days the 'acid wallpapers' were visible every few hours or so, but everything else was dead, with one exception. Two days later at school, walking down the hallways, the two blue double-doors at the end grew to an extremely intense yellow and faded out.<!-- End Body -->
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I was more a typical high-achieving honors student in high school than 'party guy' but that all changed once I got to college. The summer prior to my first college semester, my best friend and I began smoking marijuana together obtained through his older brother. A few months later I first tried LSD in the freshman dorms on a rather random Friday night. Over the next four or five years I took hallucinogens of one form or another – whether LSD or mushrooms – on a number of occasions and sometimes for a string of a couple days. Oftentimes this was associated with attending Grateful Dead concerts or other concerts of similar jam bands.
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I seemed to be fundamentally immune to what others would describe as “bad trips.” One friend even described me as the “Pied Piper” who guided many of our friends through their first adventure with hallucinogens – a badge I wore with a certain degree of pride for its place within our group. But one night – many years after my first foray into the world of LSD – I had “the” trip … the first real bad one and it was rather horrifying. There was a group of about eight of us who split a rather large amount of mushrooms and I recall very clearly being somewhat reluctant to “trip” that night. I had heard stories about being mentally prepared before dropping acid or eating mushrooms in order to have an enjoyable trip and wonder whether my reluctance to indulge that night might not have been an ignored “red flag” on my part.
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I was certain that all seven of my (rather good) friends were conspiring against me during that trip. I could hear that they were speaking and saw their mouths move, but could not understand a word. It was as if each were speaking like the teacher from “Charlie Brown” and the harder I tried to understand what was being said, the more paranoid I became. At one point, I excused myself from the rooftop balcony and slipped out the backdoor. I walked around for what was probably a couple hours and wound-up at an ex-girlfriend’s house. Although we were no longer dating, we had remained friends and in the past had tripped together. She let me come in and comforted me as I lay curled up in the fetal position, describing my terrible night.
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Recently I was diagnosed as “bipolar,” although as suffering from “bipolar 2” or hypomania. My mother and younger sister had both been clinically diagnosed over the past decade as having “depression” and through family stories, understand my maternal grandmother to have likely been depressed although she “self-medicated” herself by drinking a lot of alcohol and passed away when I was a kid.
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The “bad trip” experience was eleven years prior to my diagnosis as bipolar, but those eleven years were fraught with – at times – rather severe episodes of depression, mania, sleeplessness, irritability, frustration and achievement. I have excelled professionally, obtained a masters degree, married a wonderful woman and have many friendships. After being diagnosed, I have done a fair amount of research and have learned that many “high achievers” throughout history were too bipolar.
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But I wonder about that fateful night – the night I thought my good friends were out to get me and the years of somewhat mild dysfunction since. I never believed in “bad trips” and still maintain that strong-willed individuals are capable of “steering” their experiences on hallucinogens … to an extent. But knowing more fully about my genetic make-up and family history of “depression,” I regret my poor decisions as an experimenting concertgoer. And it isn’t just one experience or one “bad trip” that I regret – it was the recreational use of LSD and mushrooms over the course of about five years that I am concerned about.
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Many years after the “bad trip” during my last summer in college, friends decided to throw a Halloween party and many at the party were eating mushrooms. I was reluctant to join them, fearing I would experience a reoccurrence of my prior experience, but succumbed to a bit of peer pressure and ate just a couple smaller caps and a few stems. That proved to be a huge mistake and again, believe my hesitation to take mushrooms should have been heeded.
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I found myself leaving the party and experiencing rather intense paranoia – more intense than the previous episode by far. I began walking back to my friends’ place as I had recently moved about an hour or so away and was a good three or four miles from the house. Fearing that I would be “caught” by those I believed to be pursuing me, I began to weave back and forth up alternating side streets towards their house. I found myself in a large public garden and crouched down amidst the plants for a long time. I was fearful that I was being followed and experienced hallucinations of hearing voices. After some time, I emerged from the garden after becoming disoriented and lost in it and finally made my way to my friends’ place, the trip beginning to subside.
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When I arrived back at the house, I was greeted by my friends – most of whom were smoking marijuana or cigarettes and winding down the night of partying. It was about three in the morning and I had been missing for the better part of four or five hours. Everyone I had thought was “out to get me” earlier at the party reprimanded me for not trusting in them when having a bad trip and convinced me I had put myself in much greater risk by leaving the party. They were right … and I had once again tapped into a part of my mind that was better left unexamined.
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Being diagnosed as bipolar, I wonder about these incidences. My siblings and I experienced our fair share of “stressful events” as children including a couple divorces, the death of a step-parent and witness of physical abuse towards our mother. But I know others who’ve seen worse and don’t know that they’re bipolar. I feel my experimentation with hallucinogens accelerated what would have likely expressed itself eventually and believe my family history of “depression” is more correlated to my current and recent diagnosis than my drug use. But I can’t help but believe that LSD and mushrooms (and ecstasy) unlocked the eleven years of frustration, depression and my predisposition towards hypomania.
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Would I be diagnosed as bipolar without having ever experimented with LSD? Probably. Would I have had to endure the angst and exhausting bouts of depression and mania for so many years and the turbulent professional career as a “job-hopping” financial professional? Not in my opinion.<!-- End Body -->
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It was a good, lazy summer evening at 'the house.' My friends and I had spent the day smoking a lot of weed and trying to score some acid. Finally we made a connection and sent Al to pick it up. There were six of us that were going to trip, Myself, J, Al, Jin, Kat, and Mari. J and I were currently the only two members of a musical project where I played guitar, sang lead, and programmed synthesizers, and he played guitar, did backing vocals, and engineered the recordings. We both split bass duties.
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Anyway, the acid arrived somewhere around 8 or 9 pm, we all took our doses (J and I took 2 each) and smoked a couple bongs &amp; played video games to pass the time. Then J and I went to work on some music. It wasn't long before our concentration broke and we started laughing hysterically, and watching each other laugh at nothing just made us both laugh even harder. We put down our guitars and wandered around continuing to laugh and giggle and talk in half sentences that we both somehow seemed to understand. I said to J 'Maybe we need to come back to this a little later' and he agreed, so we went upstairs to see how our friends were doing.
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Everyone seemed to be doing fine, you couldn't even tell they were tripping at all! Well, you probably could but we all felt the same way. Al was very quiet, just sitting in a chair looking around and grinning at everything. Jin was completely zoned into something on the coffee table, Kat and Mari were more giddy than J and I while they played video games and laughed. Jin was mumbling nonsensical phrases to all of us and none of us and we didn't really pay any attention except to chuckle occasionally and then she would kind of laugh at herself too.
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After a few minutes J and I went back to work on more music. I set up a few drum loops for us to play over and we both picked up our guitars and it seemed like we knew telepathically what the other was going to play and what we needed to play in order to complement it. It was unreal and we were both giddy again! J hit record on the console and we decided to just track some improvised stuff over which we'd later add lead guitars, vocals, and a bassline. I think the piece we recorded ended up being in the neighborhood of 18-20 minutes, give or take, going through different riffs and patterns, morphing into new ones at regular intervals, and I remember the CEV's during this session were amazing but they weren't the typical patterns and fractals and all that. I was seeing living forms liquifying and then scenes in my head of blasting through a tunnel made of shafts of colored crystal and all kinds of things. I've always been pretty visual. Well with the drum loop sequences and both our guitars tracked, J went ahead and did a bassline and seemed to follow the improvised music really well even though we didn't really know what we started out doing to begin with, then I added synth instead of a lead guitar, and did lead vocals, with J mumbling his own stream of consciousness stuff in the background and a lot of echo on his voice.
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We liked it and decided to take a smoke break on the front porch. Our other friends seemed to be doing exactly what we left them doing but maybe I just don't remember it clearly. Anyway out on the porch, everything I looked at seemed to breathe and smear a little, sometimes more than a little. I've always liked that effect of acid or maybe my mind because I always seem to get the breathing/ink smear visual effect. It was a really nice night, very still and quiet and clear and pretty warm. I was noticing the effects of the acid gradually and subtly becoming more intense.
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We decided to walk around the block and talk about stuff. Well it was a good walk, we talked about all sorts of different stuff and really opened up, mentioning our individual flaws and good traits, insecurities and occasional overconfidence in areas, and really connected more than ever before as friends. As I looked around, the houses and sparse street lamps would slowly pulse in changing color and warp a little bit, and sometimes it looked vaguely like we were walking on a flowing stream instead of a paved sidewalk.
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Occasionally we'd see people on their porches or through their windows and I felt sorry for them because they looked so pathetic. I told J 'I feel sorry for most people' and he said 'Why is that?' I explained how I felt so many people were living in a self-made vaccuum, afraid to really experience things and learn, afraid of knowledge destroying the existence they had constructed based on false assumptions and superficial perception, and not even aware that they were afraid in the first place. It was a weird tangent but I remember it well and at the time, I knew what I was trying to say even if I only conveyed part of it verbally. Anyway, he seemed to get where I was coming from and was able to elaborate on it and it turned into a really great conversation. So we walked around the block and I kept thinking of these people and their small world and being thankful I had been able to experience things some people never do, for better or for worse. I concluded I'd rather know all I can and be disappointed in it than live in a world of false assumptions and be content with it.
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Soon we arrived back at the house. Our friends were now watching Acidburn Flashback Tabu (a really excellent film if you can track it down!!!) but we'd all seen it before. I got the feeling they were half-interested because they kept talking to each other so J suggested we all go downstairs and have a listen to what he and I had created. They all thought it would be cool so we filed downstairs and J dimmed the lights and hit Play. All our eyes lit up, this was really good work! If I can describe the music in visual/textural/physical terms, it was warm, rippling, and very 3-dimensional, totally hynotic and engrossing and we all really enjoyed it, all 18-20 minutes (or whatever) of it and it was a highlight of a trip, all of us friends bonding and getting in the same headspace to music that two of our group had created. I don't recall anyone uttering a word until after the piece finished.
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That set a tone for the remaining hours of the trip in which we all spent communally appreciating and discussing various bits of art and music and having great stimulating conversations and it felt like everyone's mind opened up a little bit further, and we were all better friends for this experience.
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This tight group did trip together many more times and as long as most or all of us were together, there were never any negative vibes. I think it's great how at times, one seemingly insignifcant thing can be the catalyst that gets everyone on the same page and feeling the same thing, and that because of the atmosphere created, walls come down and friendships really begin to bloom. This kind of thing can easily happen with friends tripping together and it's easy to create an atmosphere of total acceptance and trust where everyone feels free to be who they are, not worrying about what the others think of them.<!-- End Body -->
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I am 18 years old at the moment and started experimenting with drugs about a year ago. I started to use LSD very regularly, every week or every 2 weeks for about half a year. I had some experience with psilocybin during that period. My LSD trips were mainly solo experiences which were at psytrance parties or home alone. About 2 months before my nightmare trip which this story is about I started to use MDMA and Speed very often because I had a 2 month holiday which I wanted to spend this way. In this 2 month period I hanged out with friends which I stopped seeing very often during my LSD-period but whom I knew for several years. I also met a guy S who was an experienced drug user and he was a friend of a friend. I heard that he was a good guy with good intentions.
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S had a blotter at home that he got from a friend who claimed it was a mind-blowing trip. I had to buy my own LSD because he had only 1. I bought 2 blotters with a piece of the image of Shiva, but it was only guessing for their strength. We planned to use his house as a kind of HQ. I had been there before several times, and I always felt at ease there. There was music available and a lot of cool things to look at while tripping. So the trip wasn’t really expected to get boring. We dropped the acid at about 11 pm but I took my 2 trips at once, which I shouldn’t have done. I usually take my trips spread with an hour in between when I don’t know the dosage, but I didn’t feel like it was going to be a problem since I did a lot of tripping.
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After only 20 minutes the acid started to kick in, all kinds of patterns started to appear, the colours shifted and I felt great. We decided to go outside and walk around. I always feel comfortable tripping outside because I can still have nice deep conversations while I constantly get new vibes from my surroundings. Everything was quite “normal”. The trip was kicking in harder and harder, it was one the stronger trips. But with the other trips of such intensity I was usually so blown away by the experience that I couldn’t speak and only could look around with a gaze at infinity. This time I had the most intense conversation I ever had. I talked to S like I was talking to my deepest self. I felt a connection like I never felt before, I think most people have such feelings at some time in their life so I don’t feel I should explain this.
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After approx an hour or 2 we went back to his house. Everything was still fine, we put on some music, smoked some hash and continued our conversation. After a while he was talking about his visuals. I said that it never really interested me a lot. And then there was a little click inside of my head. I can't really explain it, it was a series of thoughts and images that appeared in my mind. I saw an image of a little white dot in a total darkness. TO BE, I said, to be or not to be. Then I started to think and think and think. I saw a big blue arrow, this was society, this what we are all part of. Then I saw a little man carrying a bag. When he is on top of the arrow he has to carry less then when he's below. The I saw that how the more the little man tried to stop carrying the bag, the heavier the bag got. But when I looked at S, he started to get a red aura around him and bit by bit he was becoming a demon. I was feeling uncomfortable, every time that I wanted to start talking, I first had to scrape my throat and my voice came from very far. Our conversation from then on got very weird.
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By this time he changed in a 2.5m devil sitting in his chair. First I had something like, well let's play along, it's just my mind playing tricks on me. We continued our conversation, but for me it were only sentences like “Don’t you understand what I mean?” and him replying “ No, can you explain it?” But it was a threatening tone. And the more I tried to play this game, the harder it got, the bigger he got, and the more threat there was in his voice. Then we put on some other music, Jefferson Airplane. Which calmed the situation. Everything was somewhat back to normal, but I saw that look in his eyes. It was like he was watching me constantly. I couldn’t come at ease, and through my mind came more series of thoughts. But it were visions of marginal people who survived by constantly ripping people off and doing illegal business. I had made a conclusion of the world at that moment: The only reason why people live is to steal as much of the people around them as possible.
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Then there was a battle for the setting, I was convinced that as long as I could keep the music calm and kept the lights on, everything would be fine. Then he showed me one of his dub cds, and it said on the front “Don’t listen to this music under the influence of drugs”. I Listened to this cd a several times, but at that moment I said “Then we shouldn’t put this music on”. He said “Come on, there is nothing wrong with it,…”. But I insisted we didn’t put it on. Then I saw an image in my mind of an insane man sitting in a room talking to himself. 2 men entered the room and they were playing tricks on him. What they really did, didn’t matter, but the fact that he was being used in some kind of way was obvious. I saw some images of “the village fool”, the madman talking to himself everywhere he went. He lost all sense of direction, all sense of normality.
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We continued to talk, and I said I might go home… He said that if I was tired, we could go to his room, watch some TV, or that I could lay down on the couch. The moment he said this, he was lying there very seductive and sex was the first thing I thought about. Then I saw a horrifying image of 3 men naked on a bed. One of them was being raped, one was doing the action, and one was smoking cigarettes and burning them in the body of the man who was being abused. This image was so vivid. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I said I really had to leave. He suggested to drive me home, which I didn’t like, because I already pictured myself a situation where he was speeding and drove off somewhere else. I went to the hall very careful because I was convinced he was going to dim the lights behind me and attack me. I finally left but at the last moment I saw him, he did a fast goodbye, like “Figure it out yourself”. And then I had these sick twisted ideas. I thought that I had to go back and I had to get taken in the ass and that when his pack of cigarettes were empty that I would finally understand life and that everything would be clear. I felt like I had to be Jesus and take all sins. Then I snapped, I felt like all my life I did stupid things and always the problems would be solved and that someone else would take care of my mess, but not this time. This time it was too late, this time I really fucked it up.
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I got home by chance. I found the train rails, which I only needed to follow and after a good hour walk I would be home. It was the longest hour in my life, I saw visions of people who were lost saying “Can you help me find my mommie and daddie?” I saw people talking to each other with angry and challenging tones. I noticed this before in several trips that this occurred, but I didn’t have to power to rationalize this feeling. I saw people fighting, I saw people covered with blood and wounds in their faces. This all added to my thought that I was lost. I was put in hell, I had to pay for everything. The problem was that I left his house already but that I was convinced I still had to suffer. So before entering my house I went to my garage. I thought that when I was there somebody would enter and that person would finish the job, he would let me suffer for my acts. Nothing happened and I started to cry. I called S. His tone still had that scary tone, it was like he totally came out of the cell phone and stood next to me. He said that he saw there was something wrong with me at the time, but that I should forget it and should go home. That seemed logical, but after only a few a minutes after I hung up, I had the feeling his words had a different meaning. I had the feeling I could never go back again, it was too late to pay for my sins. This went on and on. Eventually I went home and after a couple of hours of tormenting myself with these ideas I rocked myself to sleep.
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The next day I was a wreck. One moment I thought everything was going to be fine, but the other moment I thought I was still stuck in hell. I helped my father with a number of things in the house, but I couldn’t do anything normally, I felt confusion about every little thing I had to do. For example, I had to help my father cleaning some doors to paint them afterwards. I cleaned them and they looked well-done, but some time later I saw the spot again, and again and again. Then I had to fill little gaps in the door. I did this, but when I did this I dirtied the area around the gap. This frustrated me and I cleaned the door again. Then I saw that the gap wasn’t properly filled, so I refilled, which dirtied the area around the gap again.
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I couldn’t handle it, my first thought was leaving the house. Then I asked my parents for a little talk, at that moment that feeling came back from the trip. I told my story about my drug abuse, about my experience,… My parents were very open, they tried to understand me, and they did actually. Together we made the conclusions of this trip. It had been awhile since I opened myself up to someone else again. I try to find my balance between being the devil and being Jesus. The balance between my wild outside “drug” life and the boring life. When I find this balance I will be happy. The next days I saw my place in daily life, I saw what I meant in my family. I saw my place in society.
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Do I believe the things I saw? My first feeling was, I have to get to know things about religion,… My interest for religion awoke, and I read about it a lot. Some of the visions are printed in my mind, and I consider them useful. Like the ones of the man with the little bag and such. But the other things are getting out of my head, because I don’t consider them useful in daily life. I don’t believe that I lost something during my trip, not anymore… I became stronger, and I trust myself now. I did LSD once some weeks later, it was a microdot. This trip started with laughing but after a few hours I made that little click again. I saw that vision of the little dot and the man with the bag again. My friends all became creepy again, and again I started misinterpreting everything again. But this time I just let it pass. I stopped talking and explaining, I just WAS and that was fine for 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: Dec 21, 2008</td><td>Views: 5,427</td></tr>
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This past Saturday I had my best trip to date. It was an Indian summer on this Saturday in December, it was 60 degrees and sunny when it would usually be in the 40's. My best friend C and I would be taking 1 blotter each once we woke up. I put the hit on my tongue at 7:20 and C dosed about 15 minutes later. The anxious buzz that I experienced on mushrooms and my first LSD trip was present after 30 minutes. I listened to Ariel Pink as I waited for the effects to kick in. Generally, when I trip, I get a restless feeling and cannot sit still, and this soon started to kick in.
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I headed upstairs to hang out with C who was starting on his trip project, which was to paint his bedroom. I soon began to think of everything I wanted to do and experience while I was tripping so I could get the most out of this rare psychedelic. I got dressed to go outside and put on the most colorful clothes that I owned. I put my big padded headphones on, started 'The Six Parts Seven - Silence Magnifies Sound' and headed out the front door.
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Everything was bright and beaming from the unrestricted sun. The day was absolutely beautiful. I started to feel extremely excited and I couldn't hold back the smile on my face. I walked throughout our big yard and ended up in the backyard. I stood at the end of this big opening in our backyard and looked out over the grass, which was partly green and tall and also brown, short, and dying. This is when I noticed the first apparent visuals. The grass was swaying, dancing, and moving side to side. Everything was alive and dancing in front of me. I got the effect of everything being underwater and swaying. The sun was shining in my left eye as I gazed out over this amazing landscape. The Six Parts Seven album I was listening put me in the perfect mood, the ambient-melodic instrumental music was the perfect soundtrack. It was incredible, a word I would use A LOT during this trip.
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I pulled a big wooden chair to the back of the yard and sat down to soak in everything on this beautiful Indian summer. After about 10 minutes I returned inside to tell C that he HAD to go outside and experience all these wonderful things. C was busy and focused on painting his room. He was certainly enjoying every bit of this experience like I was. He was singing at the top of his lungs and was beaming with happiness. When I told him to go outside and check things out he said that he had been going outside to wash brushes and such and was very aware of the wonder outside. I then looked out his window and saw the tall tree that held our tree platform. It was glowing in the sunlight and looked amazing! I was so stunned that I had to go out and climb it.
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I headed downstairs and got sidetracked. I felt like I should eat something so I could keep up the energy that the LSD required. I made a TLT sandwhich (Tofu, Lettuce, Tomato) and ate half while sitting at the dining room table, looking out the window. C would be passing by, busy as a bee, going here and there to finish little tasks. I left my sandwhich and headed to the tree in the backyard. I began to climb the tree, which I was very familiar with since I had climbed it so many times before. When I got half way up I looked out of this clearing where there are no branches to obstruct my vision. I felt like I was on the side of a HUGE tree looking down 50 ft., when I was really only about 20 ft. in the air. I climbed the rest of the way up, laughing and smiling, I was having the best time possible.
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Sitting on the platform in the tree, I was within talking distance of C's bedroom window, where we relayed how awesome we were feeling, and how great of a time we were having. By this time it was about 10am and we were still coming up. I saw my other roommate driving down the road on his way home, so I climbed down the tree to tell him about what I was experiencing. He came inside and I asked him if he would want to play some music with me. He was down for playing guitar, so I sat at the drums. Up until this point I never really considered myself able when it came to the drums, but as he started playing some ambient-psych rock, I just started playing. The drum head on the snare drum had a swirling pattern on it, which I just stared at as I got into the rhythm of playing the drums. The hi-hat cymbal had the rings running around it and they were all bending and twisting. The letter etching on the cymbals were all being distorted, it was almost making me loose focus on playing the drums. After our ears started ringing, we stopped, R had work to do around the house. I got up from the drums and went to finish my sandwhich.
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I went upstairs to hang out with C and R since their rooms are very close to each other. When I got upstairs they were both partaking in a pipe of some mids that C had. I was weary about smoking since I had gotten paranoia from smoking while on shrooms before. They explained that it calmed them down a bit and that once it wore off it was back to the full boosters of the LSD. I obliged and they told me to smoke it in the closet so I could see some patterns that only showed in the dark, also that is where my cat was hiding out. I entered the walk-in closet and took some hits and I started to feel like I was peaking more. I enjoyed the grass and walked out to go draw while listening to The Beatles - White Album and Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band.
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I had previously bought a large sketchpad after my last LSD trip, where I felt like I was unprepared in the art dept. I had also found some pastels that I had never used before. I began drawing with some paint pens while I was sitting on the couch in R's room. I had never really gotten into the Beatles before, but listening to Rocky Raccoon made me appreciate them for the first time, it was really incredible the feelings I got. C was in his doorway painting away and I was sitting on the couch a few feet away in R's room hysterically laughing and smiling. We both couldn’t contain all the joy that was in us. C then exclaimed 'I FEEL LIKE I’M FULL OF FUCKIN' JOY!' I knew exactly how he was feeling and I had to agree. We were both beaming and feeling awesome. I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t focus on what I was drawing. I finally gave up on using paint pens and moved onto some charcoal pieces that I had never used before this day. I did some exaggerated drawings of faces and used some brightly colored pastels. It was so satisfying drawing and using this new medium.
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After a while of drawing, we hit the homemade vaporizer and got ready to canoe to a state Park that was close by. While getting ready I put on some sunglasses and looked out the back door at the sky. The clouds were swirling and making these really intense patterns. They were moving frantically and were twisting and swirling. I was so fascinated by the sky that I stood motionless at the backdoor for 5 minutes or so, marvelling at the sky. C and I headed out the door to go canoing over to Seashore State Park once we gathered all the things we would need. While we were heading down our street with the canoe on our cart, there was A FUCKING FIRETRUCK IN THE ROAD. The lights were blinking in random patterns and it was incredibly shiny and just blew me away. We walked right by it and were within a foot of it, and I got to look at all the controls on the side and everything. C and I were both laughing and were excited that we had this rare opportunity. The firetruck was idling and sounded like a big cat purring.
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We looked at all the trees and everything looked different, yet the same. The trees were so vibrant and detailed. Colors were bold and the weather was beautiful. Soon we reached the boat launch and we were off. At this time we were about 4 hours or more into the trip, but past what I would consider the peak, which happened while I was listening to The Beatles and was drawing in R's room. The water immediately caught my attention and it looked like wine in a green bottle. Even though I have been canoing in that bay many times before, this felt like it was entirely new. C and I began to talk about the role of the individual in the world, and about how we felt like little organisms on this big creature called Earth. Maybe we were supposed to be helping out the Earth, in the same way that white blood cells help our human body, so that the Earth remained a thriving place for all life. I began to feel like I was part of this big system, and it felt incredible.
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After canoing along for a while we reached the end of the park, docked the canoe, and headed to this secluded meadow. We climbed a tree and shared a pipe of grass. This would mark the farthest reach of our trip and from then on would be our return home. The stillness and quietness that I experienced was relaxing and just what I needed.<!-- End Body -->
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Felt the Universe
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(written after one month after the trip)
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(Poor English)
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I met it on March 2006, at Soulclipse Psychedelic Trance Festival in Turkey. Actually that trip to Turkey and all March was full of strange and important events in my life. First was Mushroom, then Festival with Psychedelic music and lot of news. Frankly, all the experience that night was like I could have all them without any acid. Nothing especially interesting about that legendary molecule. Even more, I felt some discomfort and was listening to Infected Mushroom 2-hours performance very disappointed and quite far from the stage. Looks like it was not the time, or I was not ready or something else.
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But the day came. Everything started slightly earlier. I was in Bakuriani and after all day skiing was sleeping like a child when my mobile rang at about 4 o’clock in the morning. Looked over very confused, and when I saw nothing but dressed sleeping friends, took the phone not to awake also them. Benefactor was calling from abroad and was extremely happy to make me wake up. I was not surprised and was also happy that woke up! Said he was going to bring Albert’s bike. I knew what he meant, said good night and slept again.
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He came back in 1 week, but the event took place only after month. We did not plan anything and this could happen either the next day after his arrival or even never. We almost agreed to meet at some cottage and have interesting night. Sounds strange, is not it?
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.. we entered the room. It was quite nice one: leather armchairs, low table, clear toilet, table was ready to use (plates, folks, glasses) and a bed where even a pretentious virgin could lose her chastity with great pleasure. We tidied up everything, everywhere put incense sticks, covered all the windows with towels and put bread (Georgian Shoti) and Georgian Red wine Saferavi on the table. Drank single glass, said toast for coming night and smoked some marijuana. It was about 6pm. After some talk about matter of life, we decided not to postpone more. Counted that by 2-3am we have to be humans again. Blotter has 5x5mm dimensions with smiling Sun pic on it. Took acid, drank some wine and continued talks about not materialistic but anyway quite real parts of the universe. The marijuana was doing its job but not intensively. Finally we took away all the sources of the light. The last he said was offer not to speak with each other, or in urgent cases only with telepathy. I did not pay much attention to his words but remembered well.
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What happened then is difficult to express with words, even more difficult to read and understand. I think it’s almost impossible to express at all using the ways humans usually communicate. I’m not sure if somebody will read it, I suppose I wrote it for myself, not to forget something. But perhaps it will take long even for me to understand and remember what happened. From the other hand, it’s impossible to forget! Very strange, I can’t touch the main topic so long time, like I can’t bear to write it in words. Maybe I’m afraid to make mistakes, and the remember the mistakes.. but I believe, fear is good force.
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When we switched off the lights I felt very alone. Marijuana effects were wearing off. I’ve read much about the FEAR and some BAD feeling while initialization but, felt nothing like this. The only feeling was expectation. Was looking at chequered towel, hanging on the window and thinking about hallucinations seen in films (for instance “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”) but nothing was happening yet. While waiting I could not notice anything, but as I realize now (maybe even mistakenly) speed of thoughts fastened impossibly. I was thinking maybe 10, 20, 1000 times faster than normally. I was thinking on very many things and all these were leading me to somewhere very strange and unknown. This process I realized lately, but in that moment it was like light dream.
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Suddenly I “woke up” in a little piece of a second and this where I was going to was just before my eyes or a brain!! As I know this feeling is often called like understanding of matter of life, discernment, insight. I can’t say I felt exactly this, but it was not too far away. Maybe I’ll never be able to express this in exact words, but for that time it was expressed in: “I know everything” and “I recalled”. This feeling was very different then every other, even hard to call it feeling. So it’s difficult for me to compare with something but if it’s necessary I can say that I could touch it(!), exactly touch! It was the realest thing I’ve ever seen or felt. I was confused, could not understand what was happening, but it was really known for me. I tried to remember and “I recalled”.
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As I found out in that moment, I had the same feeling before, at least 3 times! I did not know this before, or better so say, I did not remember. From these 3 moments one is clear: it was using magic mushroom, but this is another story. Only now I understood why I did not write report about mushroom trip – I did not remember almost anything.
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Another one was with Hashish (NB.: In the first version of this Trip report I did not remember anything about the second moment, but only after 6 months recalled it while another acid trip). And the third one (or to say the first) was most interesting and frankly to say I remembered it ok. I’ll explain exactly:
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When I was about 7 and was playing with neighbor children in the yard, I fell on the ground and hit my head. For several minutes (4-5) I passed away. When I regained consciousness I found myself running up on the stairs of some block. I was already on 6th or 7th floor and frightened children were chasing me. This was not a dream, as my family knew this story. For almost 20 years I did not know, where I was and what I was doing during that several minutes. Only with acid I understood, or recalled. Again, “understanding” or “recalling” is only approximate meaning of that real feeling or knowing. By the way this story I recalled even during mushroom trip, but maybe I was not ready for that information by that time and forgot about that. After this the word “recall” (but only in Georgian) got very special meaning for me. Even when I say that word I can feel something unknown and very unusual very very close, but can’t touch or see it.
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Another expression of that grand feeling, as I said was that I “knew everything”. Now I really can’t say what that means but by that moment I really KNEW EVEYTHING. After I realized this some processes started, maybe not so important but they existed. Immediately I’ve started to think how I’ll tell about this great discovery to others, was trying to remember everything using usual ways (for instance, sent sms saying “I know Everything”). When I started writing sms, only then realized that I was not alone. He said: “Without phone” like he could read my mind. But then I thought activities like that were losing time. I concentrated my mind and started learning this new world, which was surprising every next second. That two feelings (“I recalled' and “I know everything”) were with me all the time. But I’ve used to them like breathing.
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By the way only once I remembered to check my pulse and found my heart not beating! But it was ok, I was not frightened even a bit. I was trying not to pay attention to visual and acoustic hallucinations that were accompanying all the process, all the time. By sms sending time the next day I found it was 2 hours passed after getting acid. Visual hallucination were both with open eyes (shadows transforming into strange beings, living things, moving pictures) and with closed eyes (fantastic patterns, moving in 3 and more dimensions). Music also was there, very low voice but all the time.
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I’ve dreamed to see and hear hallucinations like this before, but that moment I decided it was wasting time and tried to understand everything. I knew that I knew everything about god and universe, or exactly to say I knew “how”, but did not know “why”! Why I’m here, what’s the sense in this, Why this exists. Soon I realize It was impossible to understand by that time and concentrated on other things. Soon some fear came to me: How do I look in normal world? Everybody supposed to think I’m insane and from that normal view I was really insane and thought it would not be good to stay insane forever, even for that other people. Suddenly some vision about madness appeared.. who knows, maybe it’s my future:
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I was sitting in a little room with white walls, dressed in strait-jacket, with my back to window, was 40-50 years and knew I was insane (don’t know exact disease). I could hear street voices from outside, but could not see anything and I knew I was patient in psychiatric hospital. The events happening in real time (in 2007) were my lucid memories and I was recalling them with regret. What would happen if I had not gone to that cottage that windy winter night?? Would I have been here? Would I be insane or maybe I could have family like others, have job.. AND WHAT WAS BETTER??? Several times I was frightened and confused while trying to find out in which reality I existed. Was it reality, my (or other’s?!) memory, dream? It was really difficult to orientate between these variants.
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One moment I decide always to come “here” and “now” when I’ll be in the same state as that time. So to say to make meet several “me”-s from time and space. But then I thought if I do like this, than several “me”-s from different times have to be here now and I did not know which “me” have to “wake up” “today” and go back to “this” reality. So I declined this idea rapidly.
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Another moment I was my father. I was standing in the middle of the room in his specific manner, smiling and looking at myself like my father does sometimes. Only in his skin I realized how he loves me and my brother. It was like stimulus to wake up. Long time has gone already and we lit a candle. Light was disturbing, and I blew out it again. Hallucinations were still existing but not so intensive. When also they weakened we again lit the candle, drank some wine and ate bread. I’ve never eaten bread like that before. It was not just taste, it was, maybe alive?! What about the wine, for some time it brought effects back. Interesting it anybody else experienced wine effect like this, or only Georgian Saferavi can do like this?
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The next hour we were coming back. Hallucinations still existed and once I thought that I could stay in this state forever. But now it was ok with it and I’d have done it with great pleasure. By 2am we went to night club and were dancing on some minimal tech-house in really not-minimalistic way. by 6am we decided to go to Gudauri, but soon changed mind and by 7am I was at my parents home.
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Half an hour I was trying to sleep but because of flashlights in my eyes it was really hard. Light was the same with open or closed eyes so I even though I was blinded. But then I went asleep. After that I can feel the same sense or knowledge very close and try to make my dream real – to go to that other world with no help of any acids, mushroom or somebody else. By this moment I did not succeeded much, maybe it’ll take much longer then I think.
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Now I know: Our world is not only what we see and hear, or just think that we see and hear. There are lot of magic around us and no acid is needed to see that. I don’t know why but, we close our eyes when all these magic appears. And as it exists all the time, we are blind and dumb. We think there’s no need to see sunrise, as the Sun anyway will come and we can see it whenever we want. I was trying to see sunrise during 3 months, woke up early (in Georgia the Sun comes about 3-4 hours before working hours start) about 15 times, and only after that deserved to see it. But we don’t realize that one day the Sun won’t come up for us.
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I am a male 18 years old of average body weight. I have always been interested in mind altering substances. To this day I have only experimented with alcohol, marijuana and now LSD. Nowadays I no longer use marijuana however I still drink alcohol fairly often. Up until recently I never had or knew of a way to purchase something like LSD, I suppose it always seemed to me as one of the hard drugs.
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Recently a friend of mine, who I do not see that often anymore, announced that he could get LSD. Of recent times he has been right into experimenting with many new drugs other than alcohol and marijuana, due to this he had acquired a lot of new contacts and now knew of someone who could get him LSD. Naturally when I heard this news I was very keen to get some, as I have always been particularly interested in the psychedelic side of drugs. Anyway I purchased one blotter tab of him for $20AU, to me this seemed fairly expensive. But never having purchased it before I didn’t really know what to expect and it wasn’t much money to try something new that I had been wanting to try.
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I was amazed by the size of one dose, it really is tiny. It was a little piece of coloured paper wrapped in foil. I had also heard that it was important to keep LSD in the freezer to preserve it so this was also done. On the day I decided take the dose I’d had a fairly late night the night before and was slightly hungover from drinking. I am sure this had a negative effect on the experience. I arrived home in the morning at about 10:00am and took the tab at about 10:30am along with a few toasted sandwiches and juice. I have recently heard that juice can make LSD more potent but was not aware of this at the time. This may be a rumor I’m not sure, it doesn’t seem to make much sense.
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Anyway after taking the dose and eating breakfast I headed up stairs, I started watching TV to fill in time as I knew I would have to wait a while for it to set in. After about 30mins I began to feel a slight change in thinking patterns but just assumed it to be my imagination at this stage. About 5 or 10mins after that, I began to notice little things changing, if I really started at my curtains I they would ripple slightly but nothing special at all. Throughout this time my stomach seemed very gassy and often made gurgling sounds so I could tell that it was being absorbed. Realising that it was just beginning to come on I turned off the lights, lay on my bed and put on interesting melodic music.
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After another 10mins I began to find myself staring at my curtains and could now see clearly that they were moving. They were moving as a whole thing, almost as if they were attached to a board and this board was being rocked forwards and backwards. I then began to notice my sheets and if I let my vision run they began to resemble some sort of skin. When I saw this I new that the LSD was starting to take more of an effect, so got up and sat at my computer and became fascinated with my desktop background. It is a 3D computer generated picture that starts out bright in the middle then darkens off on the outsides and allover it there is sort of like a network of wormlike structures with brighter parts to them. Normally it is an interesting looking picture but now the wormlike structures were beginning to squirm about the screen, particularly at the brighter spots.
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Suddenly I noticed one of my walls, this wall is brown and the lower part of it is fairly dirty from peoples hands touching it. The finger marks appear a whitish sort of colour against the brown wall. When I looked at these marks they spread right up my wall and onto the ceiling but they were no longer just marks they resembled a sort of Asian script. But if I put my ear against the wall and looked at them side on, they appeared to be raised off the wall but now it was just a foggy looking haze that now flowed down off the wall at a very fast pace. It was like watching fog get blown into a valley if you have ever seen this happen.
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All of a sudden what was happening sunk in, it was amazing, everything in my house was incredible to look at, to touch! I then couldn’t stop smiling as I ran around the house like an idiot feeling and looking at different things, each one just as amazing as the next. Soon I found myself looking at all our pictures on the walls. One painting in particular, well two they are meant to be put together and were sold as a set. The sides that face each other are a rich yellow with blots of red and the outer sides indiscernible people shaped patterns each a different colour. Staring at these paintings was amazing as the once stationary red blots were now jumping between the pictures with amazing trails. I could not stop it happening, relaxing or concentrating my eyes did nothing, it was just how I saw it.
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Other less stimulating pictures would appear far away only to race up towards my eyes and become what appeared to be about 5 times larger than they were when I first looked at them. The other amazing thing was when I found the mirror in my bathroom, it was me but then again it wasn’t. Imagine a thousand photographs of your face are taken from the front but each one at a slightly different angle, left, right, up, down. Then play all the shots back to yourself at about five every second and that is how I saw myself in a mirror. It was interesting but a tad unnerving at the same time.
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My sense of touch was as heightened as my sense of sight, it felt as though my I could keep pulling off my skin as I pinched myself. I amazingly could pinch myself as hard as I possibly could and would not feel any pain. It was as though I was encased in a layer of dough. As well as my own skin, my dogs fur felt pretty amazing in-between seeing him turn into a wolfish looking creature and then appear as himself. The colour of his fur would change colour uniformly as if adjusting the hue of a picture on a computer screen, by now it had been about 2 hours since it took the LSD. I was feeling very different but it still knew where I was and what was going on and I still had a good 4 or so hours until anybody would come home. I figured that it wouldn’t come on anymore and I would be fine by about 3:00pm.
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But while walking around the house I felt a sudden kind of jolt or something in my head, like my consciousness had periodically been jerked out of my head, all of a sudden I didn’t really know where I was and no longer felt with it. All my hearing had become muffled and strange so I sat down and felt a bit better. Then it happened again but stronger this time, it was then I realised what I’d got myself into. I turned the heating off and went to my room, closed my curtains and got into bed. Strangely enough I felt far more sane with my eyes closed. I spent the next hour in this position freaking out, I was panicking as my mum would be home in about 2 hours and I didn’t know how long I would be like this for. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to hold down a conversation and not let on that I was fucked.
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I drifted in and out of what felt like consciousness, gibberish persistently echoed around my head in this scratchy old sounding English accent??! My heart was racing and I nothing was as it seems, the walls of my room were convulsing and pulsating, periodically the whole room would appear to tilt on a 45 degree angle. Still realising that this is was in fact just the LSD and that it would eventually go away, I just put up with it and shut my eyes. It may not have been an all that unpleasant experience if no one was going to be home in a few hours. I would probably have had loosened up a bit and not been in such a state. But at the time I kept thinking why have it taken this? Will I ever be normal again? I missed normality. But that’s were I was and I had to deal with it, it did get quite terrifying at times and I shuddered to think that this was only one tabs work and couldn’t imagine what taking five or something tabs would be like. Not getting any better I figured I’d put on the TV again, this did wonders as I would have a few seconds at a time where I knew what was going on. Then just a quickly as I’d recover my consciousness would be ripped from the side of my head again.
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At about 2pm two friends came round to see me, this turned out to be very fortunate as one of them had used LSD before and had experienced all this. She was able to reassure me that it would wear off eventually and just to relax. While her boyfriend kept me entertained (and conscious) with stupid comments, as he likes to do. The three of us sat in my room watching TV and I’d have snippets of conversation with them in my more sober moments. This was great as I had people to re assure me and some company, I began to feel better again. Despite this I was still tripping incredibly and my room was still bending and bowing uncontrollably, which I still found it fairly disconcerting as my mum was going to be home within the hour.
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My mum did come home within that hour and came straight to see me and who I had over, I just said I was very hungover and she went away and didn’t bother us anymore. I was lucky she didn’t ask too many questions as I would be unable to provide much of a coherent answer. Another hour went by and the three of us just continued to chill out as we had been doing afternoon. Then almost as quickly as I had realised that I was tripping, I felt extremely spacy but sober and like my brain had just run a marathon. Suddenly I was capable of conversing without my consciousness deserting me. I could walk straight and the room stopped rotating. The drug was far from gone but it never returned as it did earlier that day. Surfaces still swam when stared at and the Asian script was still in full view but the high was just fun now, not too intense.
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Soon after this happened my friends when home and I was extremely thankful that they came along. Then a good 2 hours after that I went out for a walk in the cool evening, the sky was clear and the fresh air was fantastic. Looking up at the stars still provided me with flashes of colour and the lights in the valley looked brighter and their colours were much more intense. I basically was myself again but was just feeling very spacey and mellow, not a bad feeling really. I pondered the day’s experience very deeply on the walk, I felt extremely mentally drained but very relaxed. It was a truly incredible experience but wasn’t something to be taken lightly, not like have a few tokes or a couple of beers to relax, it was something pretty heavy. It was like the classic drug scene from movies, the hallucinations were unbelievable. I can’t say I was having debates with posters on my walls or flying gracefully down the stairs of my house on the back of a unicorn but you catch my drift.
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The experience opened my eyes amazingly to what the mind could do if provided with the right ingredients. I would definitely do LSD again and definitely in the company of others I trust. I think I will be waiting a while to do so though, I can tell that something like that is not good for my brain and it should be allowed a fair bit of time to recover.<!-- End Body -->
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Two friends and myself were in the second day of our camping trip. The night before our LSD trip we camped in a very minimal amenity campground in a forest filled with palms, ferns and other sub tropical plants in central Florida. That first night we had quite a wonderful session with marijuana, quite possibly the deepest high I have ever attained smoking weed. So deep at times it was uncomfortable and bordered on unpleasantness, but overall still a good time. The next day we woke with the sun, and cleaned up our mess from toasting 10,000 culinary masterpieces over the campfire. Well, toast with cheese on it, but hey, it was delectible at the time. We finished packing up the tent, cooler, and decided where we should go next on our open ended voyage. We decided Flagler Beach sounded nice.
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Arriving at Flagler, we were the only 'tent campers', everyone else had RVs. Flagler is an Atlantic beach with a deep blue water. The sand is actually made of crushed shells and has an orange tint to it. The waves that day ranged from 2 to 5 feet. We had some lunch and walked around the beach for about half an hour. Upon coming back to our campsite my friend Z pulled out his LSD wrapped in aluminum foil. This was my first time and I was honestly a little hesitant. I had been reading about LSD for some time and was very interested in what it had to offer. I asked my other friend R if he was going to do it to which he responded by sticking out his tongue with 2 blotters already in his mouth (his first trip also). So, I placed my single hit on my tongue.
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We just kinda sat at our campsite for about five minutes doing nothing when we decided to go down to the beach. We put sunscreen on and all of that good stuff, and brought a huge frisbee down to the beach and did normal beachy things, running around, wading and such. I wasn't feeling much of anything, but I was feeling anxious and ready for my trip to start. It came on slowly, but the first thing I noted was that I couldn't stop smiling. It was great! Everything was just peachy, and I couldn't stop laughing at seemingly mediocre jokes. Out of nowhere in the middle of the smilefest, it hit me.
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I was staring at my friend's face, with his immense grin showing all teeth, and his face seemed to consume every ounce of my attention. I was standing about 8 feet away from him, but his face took my entire field of vision. His eyes had a rich liveliness to them, especially the iris, a wonderful light shade of brown. I kept saying to my two tripping companions, 'This is nothing like I expected. I could have never imagined it would have felt this way.' I was absolutely fascinated with my mode of thinking. It was completely detached from logic, I was introduced to a completely new spectrum of feelings. These feelings simply are not describable, and differ completely from anything I have previously experienced. The sand was made of crushed shells and had a bright orange hue that seemed to glow. I got on my knees and inspected the sand and had a strange ability to 'zoom in' on what I was looking at.
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I looked into the sky which was the deepest, purest blue I had ever seen. This blue was accompanied by turquoise swirls between the whispy incredibly detailed clouds. By now, I was at my peak and communicating my thoughts was terribly difficult. The best I could come up with in trying to convey my experience after much thought was, 'This is a lot different than it normally is.' Upon hearing this, my friends and I all laughed and intuitively we all knew that what we were all feeling was beyond what language could facilitate. The most popular phrases amongst us that day were, 'There is so much going on!' 'Everything is so huge' and 'This is sooo intense'. I know, pretty limited. As a sidenote, none of these words give justice to the splendor of my experience.
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My peak must have lasted about 3 hours, and hundreds of tiny events and happenings made my experience. At times I got paranoid of people, thought I might be dead, and could not get over the magnitude of the waves. I had a minor ego seperation, and would say things like, 'My body is cold, but I am not.' Eventually we decided to go back to camp. Upon walking up to the camp, we all realized how much the tide had come in. Perhaps fifteen feet closer to our camp than before. Our camp was in a safe spot however.
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After coming down from my trip, me and my buds had conversations about nearly everything. The best part was a strange self assurance that everything is okay. This thought still permeates my life daily, as simple as it is.<!-- End Body -->
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I’m standing in a room the size of a warehouse, dark and crowded with bodies shimmering with energy that will soon turn to sweat and cheers. I feel waves of excitement through my body – is it from the chemicals inside of me or the tension of a crowd of people nursing cheap beers and trying not to stare expectantly at the empty stage? The room goes black, a collective yell comes from our throats, both primal and civilized at the same time. And then our noise is eclipsed by drums, guitars, synths, and a voice like liquid meets velvet, like wine. My body shakes, my toes tap, my head nods, my energy radiates outward and mingles with that of the people around me. I can feel an involuntary grin spread across my face – the music, the energy, the acid surging through my veins, it all brings me closer to bliss. I turn to J to see if he feels it and can see it in his smile, in the ways his eyes glow a bit brighter, in the movements of his body.
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Before long I desire some distance from the sweaty energy of the alcohol saturated crowd, and I also want to actually SEE the show, enjoy the colors and appreciate the artistry of the band, which my mere 5’1” stature won’t allow. So we zig and zag through a maze from the floor to the side balcony and find a secret vantage point where we can watch the mass below without being consumed by it. As I allow the band to transfix me with music and lights, I surrender to the retreat into my own mind. Sensorily, I’m here, watching and hearing and feeling a Wolfmother concert at the T Theater. But psychologically I’m in my own reality – and it occurs to me that we all are, from the girl who must be crushing her poor boyfriend by perching atop his shoulders, to the crowd surfer pumping her fists as hand after hand grazes her body, to the middle-aged woman bopping cheerfully in the aisle beside me, to my dreadlocked tripper buddies nodding their appreciation of the entire spectacle. I flow with it.
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The music explodes in my ears, the brightly-colored lights are both beautiful and confronting. They almost crash into my eyes but I don’t want to look away, instead I smile and relinquish control to the sensory overload. I feel the power coming from the stage, watch the rest of the crowd equally transfixed in their own way. And yet I’m relieved when the song mellows, when more subtle, fluid noises warble from the synth and gently vibrate my ear drums. I am aware of my brain again. It is sharp and smart, I can see everything clearly. I can see my weaknesses and I can see the truths that make them bearable. I want to tell my sober self so she can have some peace, I only wish that she will someday understand.
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The journey continues. I don’t know for how long, is there any time on an acid trip? And then it’s over. The music climaxes, the crowd surges, the energy peaks. Wolfmother have gone and the lights come on and we have to deal with reality. Get out of the concert hall, try not to grin too much at strangers, find my friends, make our way home. We attempt to collect ourselves and start to walk in the direction of the city, looking for a taxi. My legs are weightless and I can’t feel the cold, I want to walk until dawn. But the speed and the headlights of the zooming cars are jarring, and finally we climb into one and ride to the embrace of home. With trance cranking on the stereo, a book of Alex Gray paintings to transfix me, and my friends beside me on the couch, I can drift calmly through my altered reality.<!-- End Body -->
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<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 25, 2009</td><td>Views: 7,533</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Club / Bar (25)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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It was the early 90's, and for the first time I had moved out of home. I was living with three friends in a rented house in southern England. The 'rave/acid house' culture was in full swing and I was not really part of it. The music meant nothing to me and the kind of people who seemed to frequent the illegal parties that my friends attended, were certainly not my crowd. I was 22 years old, and some may say quite old to be experiencing acid for the first time. The drug was always taken in our house on a Friday or Saturday night. Paper trips (blotters) seemed to be the only available acid. I didn't see a 'dot' for another year or so.
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It was on my fifth trip - taken for the fifth week in a row - that things went bad. So far my experiences had been good, and I couldn't see how it could ever be bad. I had not taken into account how important it was to be in the 'right mood' when taking the stuff. On this particular weekend, it was only me and one other friend tripping. Everyone else had been drinking heavily, and smoking pot all day. They didn't want to trip. This should have been enough to make me think twice about doing it on this occassion. The social factor was absent.
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I took two blotters and found myself 'coming up' very quickly, far quicker than usual. Within one hour I was feeling anxious. I tried playing board games, watching TV, as if trying to find a reality anchor to hold my sanity in place! My tripping companion was missing! I couldn't find him anywhere in the house and this increased my anxiety. I felt I could not relate to anybody else at the time. With my heart pounding I stepped into the garden. I called into house for someone to come and talk to me, feeling very self concious. One of my friends appeared at the garden door. 'You feeling ok?' he asked, the concern in his face was etched in like a stone carving, the lines on his forehead exagerated by the drug. 'No' I replied 'I think I'm drowning' It was at that point I looked skyward, and the dark blue sky suddenly became water. It was as if I had put the idea of drowing into my own head, by making what had been a fairly flippant remark. As I inhaled my lungs seemed to fill with water. I was gripped in terror as I gasped for air and fell to my knees. My friend caught me saying 'Whoa! You're NOT drowning Warren! You're NOT under water. Get your breathing under control. Nice and slow' It took me about five minutes - with his support to achieve this.
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By this time, the visuals were really kicking in. Nothing would stay still, and the inside of the kitchen seemed to be crawling with life. Insect life. The whole house was filthy anyway, and I was later told that two moths had been flying around the kitchen light, giving the impression of insect infestation and general chaos and disorder in what, I was very aware, was my home. The state of the place seemed to reflect my state of mind and compound my despair.
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Slowly returning to the kitchen, I was handed over to another friend. It was apparently his shift to get me under control. I still had no idea where my friend 'D' was (the other tripper) My new 'councellor' decided to help me up to my room, whereupon he ordered me to lie down. He put some music on and talked to me calmly, but as he sat at the end of my bed and talked, all the stripes on his tee shirt came away from the shirt and circled his head, like the rings of Saturn! I remember saying 'Oh Jesus, oh Jesus!' over and over again. I managed to calm down when Holsts 'Venus, bringer of peace' started playing on the CD my friend had put on.
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Finally I managed to make it back downstairs, and eventually bumped into my fellow tripper at last. 'How's it going?' I asked. He smiled nervously 'Not good, but it's past its peak now' At that moment there was a massive connection between the two of us. We had shared something, despite being apart, and had now come together again in this acknowledgement that all had not been good...but would be ok again. I can not describe the relief. The come down from thereon was scerene, and we both vowed not to trip again. As it happened we did, but it was never the same.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Apr 9, 2009</td><td>Views: 9,314</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">20 g</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/banisteriopsis/">Banisteriopsis caapi</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(tea)</b></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">8 capsls</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/banisteriopsis/">Banisteriopsis caapi</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:40</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">300 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(extract)</b></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:30</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2.25 </td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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Recently my friend and I had a free weekend together and decided to make the most of it. We both have dabbled with a good variety of intoxicants, and in particular enjoy psychedelics.
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I brewed 40g of powdered Banisteriopsis caapi, doing two washes and then combining the liquids and boiling them down into volume around the size of a double shot. This would be split evenly between us, we would be ingesting 20g of extracted caapi juice. We also took 8 ‘00’ gel caps of caapi powder, to ensure that we would be MAOI’d up to the max, even if the brewing was slightly botched. Surprisingly little caapi is needed for a potent MAOI effect in this manner.
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40 minutes later we ingested around 300mg – a filled ‘00’ gel cap – of what I can say with some confidence is some very pure, good quality DMT, extracted from Mimosa hostilis root bark. The extract is white and clearly crystalline in appearance, and is potent enougth to produce impressive effects when smoked from a glass pipe.
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We had the house pretty much to ourselves, and relaxed in the living room awaiting the on coming trip. I had cleaned the house and got everything ready so both the set and setting were optimal.
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Around half an hour later I started to notice subtle, yet at the same time very detailed visuals, and a feeling like I was immersed in warm water. Around this time my friend had to purge. Around 5 minutes later, I also had to purge. The nausea suddenly came on intensely, I noticed my heart was beating a lot harder, and I had an incredibly intense electric feeling in my head. It was definitely time to purge! The purging was remarkably easy and hassle free, and I felt good to rid myself of my stomach contents, and enter the next phase of the trip.
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I went back downstairs to find my friend lying on the floor near the downstairs toilet in a semi conscious state. While sitting next to him, I noticed how the visuals increased rapidly from simple patterning to intense visual patterning. DMT visuals are in a league of their own-extremely detailed, down to an almost molecular level-in this respect other psychedelics simply seem crude by comparison.
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After I while I suggested we go and lie down in bed. We had both been quite literally knocked off our feet. There was no gradual, levelled coming up stage like other psychedelics-it wet from minor peripheral visuals and feelings, to purging, and then – BAM- we were in hyperspace. We both remarked that this was a level of intensity in quite a different order of magnitude to any other. DMT is a step up in terms of raw, uncensored POWER. It demands respect.
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The start of the trip was quite an introverted time, and we both felt completely caned in a weird way, and far from high. But, at the same time for the both of us, a switch seemed to flick, and the trip shifted gears. All the feelings of uncomfortable-what have we got ourselves into-where the hell is this going to take us disappeared and we both felt completely filled by beautiful, cosmic light, and for the lack of a better word, and words in this territory are flawed - love.
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My friend was in complete and utter awe and was constantly trying-and failing I might add-to put into words, just how unbelievably incredible the experience was. For me the experience was around the same intensity of recent smoked DMT experiences (from the same batch of extracted DMT). At times my friend was even reduced to tears-of joy-at some point. My friend is a seasoned tripper, and to see him brought to his knees so profoundly was quite a revelation in itself. He also described-while laying on the floor by the toilet earlier in the trip-having entity contact, and while so much was going on making it hard to remember it appears these entities had similarities to some of the Ancient Egyptian gods-half animal, half human. This was interesting as I’ve read similar occurrences on other ayahuasca experiences, and indeed Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics bear a striking resemblance to some DMT imagery. The Ancient Egyptians, basically viewed life as a training ground for death and the afterlife. This links in to theories about DMT released when you die. Anyway, there was much fodder for thought in the sober days following this trip.
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We both noticed an interesting effect – the experience, while powerful – seemed slightly synthesised. This was very interesting to me. Despite DMT being the most natural drug in the world-a brain hormone required and produced in normal, healthy metabolism, we could both clearly detect that this DMT had been chemically extracted, as opposed to drinking proper ayahuasca prepared by a shaman. Next time I plan on brewing ayahuasca properly to see how the experience compares.
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This experience was not recreational – even taken in this fashion, it was much more of a medicine than a drug – both the caapi and the DMT - and they demand considerable respect.
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The trip didn’t last long, and began to tail off rapidly around 2 hours after dosing on the DMT. While on the trip, there was a very strong anti drug message for the duration of effects. We both like our ganja, but we both had absolutely no desire to indulge whatsoever. There was also a strong anti alcohol message. The next day I had a small glass of cider, but could barely finish it, it really wasn’t what I wanted. And I do enjoy a drink now and again. But this message was clear, and has indeed carried through – I don’t drink much these days, and when I do it is not to get really drunk. I am more aware these days that when I’m drunk I’m simply poisoned – alcohol has taken a much lower rung on the ladder of desired intoxicants. I do enjoy weed however, but my use of this has also diminished, to the point where I can have a large bag of homegrown blueberry in my drawer and not have an urge to smoke it. Ganja no longer occupies my mind to the same extent as it did before.
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When this trip started to wind down, we each dropped 2 and a quarter blotters of acid. I have found DMT and LSD to mix nicely – LSDMT – when used in ayahuasca, combination style, or smoking DMT having reached a plateau on an acid trip.
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This trip was excellent. I’m not sure if it as the effects of MAOI’s or residual DMT, but the resulting trip felt especially clean and pure, and the detail on the visuals was incredible. The feeling of the come up reminded me a lot of good MDMA, back in the days when I indulged.
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We went for a walk in the woods during the night, both of our night visions being severely impaired. The plants were all humming with energy fields, and the leaves on the ground all arranged into incredibly vivid fractal patterns. Just after sunrise we had an attempt at smoking DMT, which was largely a failure, although we both felt a change, and I noticed a certain DMTesque nature to the acid visuals for a while, and colours were incredibly intense. The sun was rising, which was a beautiful spectacle to behold, and I remarked how I had never noticed just how incredibly green the grass was on the lawn.
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The trip was a resounding success, even better than we could have hoped for, but it did not come without side effects. We both noticed that we needed a great deal more sleep than usual, and would wake up still feeling tired, and it was hard to fall asleep early.
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It took around a week to reach some level of normalcy again. A few times I would wake up during the night to spot DMT visuals. I’ve had this once before a while back, likely following ayahuasca experiences in Peru. However I’ve had this happen a few times recently. I definitely think that endogenous DMT is involved with the visions in dreams, and perhaps indulging in DMT, makes my brain slightly more sensitive to my own levels. This is just my theory, but I think I might be on to something.
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DMT may be an ally to those interested in lucid dreaming, as I am. The feeling of ayahuasca is clear, yet dreamy. I recently had a dream where I suddenly had a feeling as though I was in a dream. This is unusual in that usually, a trigger is required, such as reading something, looking away and finding it has changed, or seeing a mythical beast – like a hybrid between a giraffe and a cow – that is just too ridiculous to exist. Not this time however, it was just a feeling. I remember looking out over rolling green fields, and in the air there were the same type of DMT visuals I see sometimes during the night! This is interesting as it is similar to some of Terrence McKenna’s experiences – sometimes in dreams he would dream he was smoking DMT and experience completely realistic effects, which is amazing enough. A few times though he would awake to find he was completely immersed in a DMT experience! This also suggests that DMT is involved in dreaming.
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Caapi has changed. I often use a bit to potentiate mushrooms, and now I am much more prone to nausea and purging – often I’m not actually sick at all but the result of dry heaving is an immediate increase in visuals, feelings, and usually a vanishing of the nausea.
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One final side effect I have noticed is a visual potentiation of one subsequent psychedelic experience (and my only one since). On 8 ‘00’gel caps of caapi, followed by 0.6g of dried ‘Hawaiian’ Copelandia cyanescens, and a tea brewed with a variety of fresh cubensis mushrooms, very soon after coming up I noticed that the intricate, molecular detail of the DMT was clearly present on this trop. I found this very interesting. Caapi followed by mushrooms is quite similar to ayahuasca in many ways, and psilocybin is 4-Ho-DMT, very similar to DMT. It seems like my brain may be slightly more sensitive to psilocybin following this experience. This is interesting, as I have read similar reports in Rick Strassman's ‘DMT: The Spirit Molecule’.
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It is my opinion that ayahuasca is an ally and has a potential for healing beyond those of the other psychedelics. It also shows me there is another dimension near yet far that is definitely worth exploring for those who seek.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 67591</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 5, 2009</td><td>Views: 14,421</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">Dreams (85), Huasca Combo (269), DMT (18), LSD (2), Banisteriopsis caapi (169) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">20 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ct7/">2C-T-7</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">10 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2ct7/">2C-T-7</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(capsule)</b></td>
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-Introduction
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I’ve been staring at this page for quite some time now only wondering where to begin this report. I have never been blown so far from reality as I was taken by 2c-t-7. This Experience would simply be impossible to replicate. Even, by the drug itself.
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I guess I will start by giving a quick background as to who I am. I am 24, 5’10 and weigh approximately 150lbs. Although I have been smoking pot and doing mushrooms for years, I have only truly been in the psychedelic realm for about 6 months. However through the experiences I’ve had and the things I have tried in the past 6 months I feel I am far more experienced than most. Having tried many other substances on multiple occasions, such as: LSD, ketamine, 2c-b, mescaline, MDMA, mushrooms, marijuana, DXM, and a few others that have slipped my mind on this occasion; not a single one of them has given me an experience quite like 2c-t-7.
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-The Build Up
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It was approximately 7:45pm when I first took 2 10mg capsules of 2c-t-7. I was with a fairly large group of friends having a party in a cabin in the mountains. Let me explain this cabin and “party” so that you get an idea as to the magnitude of these parties we tend to throw every few months or so. The cabin was 2 stories had enough places to sleep at least 30 of us comfortably, most people in beds and a few on some couches. There was a pool table, ping pong table, foosball table and air hokey table, all inside. We brought a full DJ setup (Mixers, Speakers Lasers, lighting, fog machine, etc…)
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About an hour had gone by and I was starting to notice the signs of its build up. Trails were starting to appear mildly, I started getting excited and a bit anxious as well. This feeling slightly grew gradually over the course of the next hour or so. Only to suddenly stop as if been blocked by a wall all the effects of the build up had gone and no signs of tripping of any sort were going on (or so I thought). Everyone who had taken the substance was feeling the same. We were beginning to think maybe it was a bad batch.
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Just over 2 hours had past when a friend called me over and gave me a couple tabs of some low potency LSD, feeling I would be the person at the party who would appreciate it the most. Little did I realize all the acid was going to do was unlock the doors to the dimensions I was about to be launched through. However, at this point I stopped getting annoyed with the fact that the t7 had failed to work and just let my night go where it wanted to take me.
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I had kind of stopped paying attention to time at this point. However, about 3 hours (time approximation taken by the build up effects of the LSD starting to be felt) after my initial dose of 2c-t-7 (20mg) I was given another 10mg in hopes that I would then begin to feel the effects of this wonder drug. I had not yet realized at this time that the previous doses of t7, plus the LSD were simply placing my brain in a sling shot and pulling it back as far as they could preparing to launch me through multiple dimensions and off to another reality all in its own.
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-The Journey
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*The next part of this report will not be structured on a time basis; I can’t really recall the order in which the proceeding experiences took place. It will also be extremely difficult to try to put this part into words that can be understood. The things I experienced and went through were not only Intense but also taught me stuff about reality I do not know the proper terminologies for; and so I will do my best to describe them.
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I can’t quite recall when I entered this alternate reality, when I noticed I was on the other side or how the build up was before it actually hit me. All I can recall is that one moment I was my normal self. The next I was in a world that worlds could not describe. I remember sitting on a couch staring off into nowhere watching the trails behind people when I noticed that these are not normal trails but precognitive trails. They were in front of all the moving objects, as I watch people and objects move into their trails. Only, to then see their trails follow behind them as well. At this point I was seeing the future, the present and the past all at the same time.
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~Traveling Through Alternate Dimensions
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-Realization of the 3rd Dimension
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It took me a while to grasp the concept of what was going on in my head. I couldn’t understand how I was seeing the future of everything that was going to happen and in such vivid detail. At this point the only way I was able to accept what I was seeing is that I was no longer experiencing my trip, but was some where off in the future trying to recall what happened that night with vivid details.
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I began to understand at this point that I was seeing the full potential of the 3rd dimension at full effect. Time itself is in fact the ability to process the 3rd dimension; although, it’s not just as simple as that. You have to understand what dimensions themselves are. In addition to understanding dimensions themselves you also have to understand what time really is. Most people would tell you time is the space between when 2 events occur. There is more to it than that. You have to understand why time exists in order to fully understand what time itself really is.
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For example: If you were with a friend and your watches read the same time on them, then you were to freeze time and exist in this word for even just a minute then return to normal; what would you refer to that moment in which you experienced. Your friend would have not noticed this minute of existence even though your watches would now be 1minute apart. So what happened during this period in which you experienced time and your friend did not? Would it be true to say that time did not exist while you were there? Or simply that your friend and the entire existence of the universe simply missed this moment in time?
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-The Creation of the Universe, the 3rd Dimension &amp; Its Purpose
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To understand why the Universe was created you have to first think about having the power to know everything. If you know the present, the past and the future; you then know every thing that can and can’t happen. This is the second dimension. Now to step over from the 3rd dimension you have to ask yourself “What If?” Welcome to dimension 3.
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To define “What If,” I will give an example: Take a coin, a coin has 2 sides to it; and so we will refer to this coin as the second dimension. Now flip the coin, it will land on either heads, or tails. But what if you were to flip the coin and a 3rd image appeared neither heads, nor tails. This is the “what if,” every possibility of every outcome other than what is already known.
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Now that we know there is a 3rd possibility we must find a way to analyze and process every possibility. However, with limitless possibilities we need to create a new realm in order for them to take place, thus creating the 3rd dimension. With a new dimension, possibilities start happening, changing place, things constantly changing and playing out what may happen. Through calculations having taken place multiple times over and over eventually somewhere down the line the creation of mankind took forth. Now in order to make a conscious being able to understand the constant changes and analyze as to what is going on; the concept of time has now been created. Time, simply being the ability to recall the moment past in connection to the current moment happening.
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Living in the 3rd dimension we think in a very 2 dimensional field. This is because we do not fully understand the 3rd dimension. When you plan out your day, you think about what you have to do, and often times it’s simply I can get this done today, or I can’t. However we rarely take into account; what is something unforeseen happens and screws up all my plans. We don’t often think of this because we can only see 2 sides of things; what is happening, and what has happened. Now in order to see the future you must remove yourself from the 3rd dimension and take a step into the 4th. Being in the 4th dimension you will now know what can and can’t happen, and all the possibilities as to what if something else entirely happened. Knowing this, time in the 3rd dimension no longer exists and you se every moment at once as a still image.
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-The 4th Dimension and Beyond
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The 4th dimension and any other dimension beyond that simply can not be processed by though it self as to our thought process is defined by the boundaries of the 3rd dimension. When in fact the 4th dimension has a completely different set of rules we could not begin to fathom the concept of this change because it beyond anything we can ever experience or alter.
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To get an idea of these changes you have to throw out logic itself. Gravity, or any other force bound by a law of physics or logic can no longer exist. And if its presence is some how made in this dimension its effects will be completely different and can be altered by forces also unknown. We see time in this dimension as something that is constantly moving forward. But what if time were to move sideways?
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How can time move sideways? Imagine freezing any moment in time, or better yet, open a picture in photo shop, now adjust the color balance and watch the image change. Although it is in fact the same moment in time that the image is showing, changes are taking place. This is time moving sideways, the same can be done for sound as well by simply taking and sound and changing its pitch. This is the 4th Dimension.
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~What Am I?
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Having realized I was some how in a dimension at this point other than the 3rd, seeing the past the present and the future all at the same time. At this point I began to think that none of what was going on could be possible. This all had to be a dream. But this thought process from the other dimension was not that simple. What If maybe I was someone else entirely, this being a dream and all you are no longer limited to being yourself. Maybe I was someone else in the room recalling an event from another perspective. Maybe I am lying in a coma somewhere and all this is my pure imagination. I mean why not?
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At this point I no longer know who I am. My mind starts to wonder, and with the acceptance of the concept that I may not even be the person I currently think I am who is to even say I am a person at all? Maybe I am a tree in the corner of the room. Of course I would know If I was a tree right? But imagine being an inanimate object: now for the first time ever you have a consciousness of reality and what is going on around you, however never being taught what anything is, you have to start defining what is what given in instant to take it all in. At this point you are creating and defining reality itself. Having no way to prove or disprove anything is possible.
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We would then base judgment on the fact that there is no way I could be an inanimate object due to the fact that I would be stationary and could not roam the cabin as I was. However, if an object can have a conscious who is to say it can’t have an imagination as well? Now that we are giving this object an imagination we create dreams as well, or a subconscious. Being that we created this new rule to giving inanimate object consciousness, we must now begin to assume the powers of how strong this imagination is. Can an imagination be strong enough to over power reality itself? Maybe not in this Dimension, but that’s not where I was at the moment.
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~Tripping (Visuals &amp; Sounds)
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It’s hard to sum up what the visuals I was seeing were; everything was morphing colors and shapes, I could see people’s trails before them as well as behind. Walls were breathing, objects were melting patterns were forming and swirling as if life was being viewed through a kaleidoscope. I was able to see anything my mind wanted me to see, including people and object that were not there, everything had become translucent and I could see through people and walls. Or at least my imagination was filling in the “what might” be on the other side but visually it was as powerful as reality.
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A few people asked me what my visuals were like, aside from explaining the intense trails I was seeing I could not bring to words what it is the visuals were like. This was unlike anything I’ve seen on LSD or even N,N-DMT. The only way I was able to describe what I saw for visuals was “I saw everything imaginable except for what was really happening all at the same time.”
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-Sounds
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Granted I was at a party with music blasting through my ears all night long and people being loud the whole night, I was able to pick out certain sounds and such which were not normal. The music sounded amazing, but the DJ who was performing was simply one of the best. I could depict certain laughter that was not of anyone there like little kids on a playground. I would also hear people yelling and talking as if in another room or far away and that would have simply been impossible to hear given the noise level of the music.
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When the music was no longer going, I was able to hear an accumulative of everyone’s voice going at once, although it always sounded as if they were talking through a door. I was not able to make out what anyone was saying, only fragments of words. However I was hearing voices from friends in whom I had not been around at all also allowing me to realize that these sounds I was hearing were simply in my head.
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-The Come Down
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-The Morning
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Around maybe 9am I was beginning to come back to reality. Although my mind was still working in loops I was again aware of whom I was and the visuals had mostly come to an end. Trails would still appear at random times and my vision would occasionally glitch. I could not sleep. I had been wandering around for a while at this point trying to find somewhere that would be comfortable to lie down and pass out. However, whenever I would find a spot, shortly after I would become uncomfortable, my mind would spin into another loop and I would be aggravated and get back up.
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I couldn’t get comfortable any where I went, I went outside to smoke a cigarette and was calmed by the open environment and fresh air, but it was literally below freezing outside so I couldn’t stay out there too long. At this point I started becoming a bit irritable and annoyed with everything and the mess that was left behind. After a bit one of my friends woke up and we began to clean up the cabin this took away my restlessness and my anxiety, which was probably more so due to the fact that I had been awake for so long and just needed to distract myself.
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-The Ride Home
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It was approaching noon and we began our journey home. It would be about a couple hours till we got back to my house. I wasn’t really looking forward into being cooped in a car heading down windy roads till we got back. However the ride what very relaxing and I had no trouble staying awake for our journey home. We laughed and joked about all the things that went on last night. I was trying to explain what I had gone through on my journey to my friends when my phone started ringing from an unknown number. As usual I ignored the call. Then it rang again from another number, that was almost exactly the same, only 1 digit off. I made the joke to my friends saying it was the matrix calling to teleport me out. At that moment I thought maybe it was…
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I got home fine, went inside, and immediately went to bed; it took me about 30 minutes or so to get fully comfortable, and with still hearing distant sound hallucinations it took longer than I thought to fall asleep. I slept for the next 16 hours comfortably, only to wake up refreshed with no problems, aches or pains at all.
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-Summary
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Over all I enjoyed the trip, Although looking back on it there were moments that were very intense and quite scary, during the trip I had no concept of fear itself and was never alarmed. It was very overwhelming and I don’t think it was an experience most people could handle looking back on things I wonder how I managed to handle it myself at points. I would not recommend 2c-t-7 to anyone who is trying to use a drug recreationally, but more so for someone who wants the experience and knowledge of completely shattering reality and learning from it. I would probably do it again some time. It is not something I would go looking for or do anytime soon. However, I enjoyed the journey, and knowing what I am getting myself into I may be able to further control the events that take place the next time and find ways to enjoy my trip even more. Maybe next time do it in an out door environment.<!-- End Body -->
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In 2004, my favourite friends and I spent a lot of time off our faces. Mostly it was just on weed, though occasionally we were able to lay our hands on some acid. We took it only very few times over the course of the summer, but the trips we had were some of the most beautiful and memorable of my entire drug-taking life.
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There is something very special about tripping with people that you care deeply about. There is one night in particular, though, that will stay with me forever - not only was I in fine company, it was also a night of great self-discovery for me.
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There were six of us. We were in our friend's band practice room. The tabs simply bore a red square bordered by white. The first few hours of the trip were pleasant but wholly unremarkable - the weirdness grew and grew until I was thoroughly outside of the metaphorical box and in tune with the surreal and child-like side of myself that I love so much. I recall spending quite some time watching a beetle crawling across the floor, and being absolutely mesmerised by the concept of an exoskeleton.
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I also spent a good long while with an orange. Examining it in a way that I only ever really do when I'm tripping. Running my fingers over the skin, squeezing it gently, smelling it, digging my nails into it - it was as though I had never seen an orange in my life. I was absolutely enthralled with its perfectly spherical shape. I licked it, I tapped it, brushed it against my face and over my lips... everything I did was centred around getting an absolutely clear picture if what it is that oranges are all about. Peeling it took an awfully long time, but it was okay because time was nothing more than a harmless illusion anyway. And finally being able to pop a segment into my mouth.. slowly chew and feel it with my tongue, all the time marveling at the changes in flavour and texture, then at last to swallow... it was almost orgasmic.
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I came to the conclusion at that point that oranges are nature's most perfect creation - and to this day I am still convinced that they're pretty fucking clever. The way they're designed and put together, they really are a bit special (and apart from the occasional satsuma I don't even like the bloody things!).
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It was shortly after my little citrusgasm that I was hit by The Badness. At that time in my life, my depression was reaching its most severe. And at that moment I began to experience the most crippling low I can ever remember feeling. I dropped of my chair, crept into a little space in the corner, and fell into an almost catatonic blackness. I would have cried with despair had I any energy whatsoever. I became absolutely convinced that my whole existence was utterly pointless and insignificant. I didn't want to be alive any more.
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Nobody else seemed to notice.
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I don't know how long I was there, but eventually one of the others gently shook my arm and told me they were going on a mission - to walk into town (several miles down a country lane). I tried over and over to tell them I didn't want to go... in my head, I was ecstatic that they were leaving because it meant I would have the privacy I needed to kill myself. After a lot of persuasion, I was talked into going with them.
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Standing up was so difficult that it physically hurt me. Trudging outside took only a few seconds but they lasted a lifetime.
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As I stepped out into the warm morning air, suddenly every ounce of the depression lifted. The pain was gone. I looked around, everything looked so beautiful in the vague pre-dawn half light, and I smiled. Had I stayed inside and gone through with my plan, I would have missed this gorgeous moment. Each breath tasted sweet and each step filled me with a renewed energy.
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The mission back into town on foot is a long one, but it felt like about 20 minutes. All of the plants, trees, fields.. everything natural was emitting a faint blue glow and the more I gazed over it all, the more it healed me and made me feel alive. I fell behind as the rest of the group went off ahead, and that was okay. I loved them all dearly, but I needed the semi-solitude to get through my little personal battle.
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As we reached the town, I opted to head back home instead of going on to the castle. We said out goodbyes, and about ten minutes later I got back. It was about 5am. I made myself a big mug of coffee, cut a slab of chocolate cheesecake, and went and sat outside and watched the sunrise.
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And as I sat there, drinking the nicest coffee in the world and eating the best goddamned cheesecake of my life, I watched the world wake up and I had one of those life-changing revelations that one often has on acid, but this one really did change my life.
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It dawned on me that the reason the whole night had just been one big metaphor for my life. I'd had some fun, but because I'd slipped into my own little world and started ignoring everything around me I became depressed. It was the show of love and friendship from those around me that convinced me to get up and fight back, and it wasn't an easy thing to do but it made a huge difference and got me to where I needed to be.
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At that moment, I finally saw the way out of my mental problems. And I knew it wasn't going to be easy, I knew it was going to be a long and painful road... but I also knew that I'd be okay at the end of it.
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That was the first time in a lot of years that I started to see a light at the end of the tunnel. It was still a long time before I was able to say I'd recovered to any great extent, but since then I've always been able to think back to that night and know that everything would eventually come together.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 61638</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
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I have a good deal of experience with LSD and other mind-altering substances and have never once tried to intentionally stop a psychoactive with another medication. This was my first time doing it, and the results were quite surprising.
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T=0 I ingest 4 hits of quite strong LSD sublingually allowing them to move around for approximately 5 minutes before swallowing them.
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T=2.00 I am having an excellent time, walking around in a park and eating ice cream, quite typical results from LSD, euphoria shifting distortions, time and perception change.
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T=4.30 I realize I need to return home and wanting to discontinue my trip, I ingest 4 25mg pills of Seroquel which I had been prescribed about 7 months back.
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T=4.45 My happiness is starting to get sucked away and is being replaced with feelings of fear and depression, the hallucinations/distortions are even more pronounced and have taken on a less 'intelligent magnitude'. I am seeing large color shifts in reality of my surroundings and a physical body load is getting very pronounced, riding my bike is no longer safe and I start to walk it back to my house.
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T=5.00 I feel like shit and am experiencing temporary black outs, movement is difficult and everything seems to have taken on a 'stupid' feel. Rather than having closed eyed visuals of fractal patterning mixed with mathematically irrational expressions, and exploded views of my mind with angelic tendencies, I now only see a single color. Open eyed vision is heavily disrupted, yet my pupils have constricted back to what they would appear as when I'm sober.
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T=7.00 Thank god the Seroquel's effects seem to be stopping, I still feel dumbed out, creative thinking is incredibly hard.
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MORAL: Seroquel did absolutely nothing to revert me back to baseline, although my pupils were no longer dilated. I put a substance into my body I am in it for the long haul. I really hope they don't use this medication for people who are brought to the hospital suffering from intensely powerful trips.<!-- End Body -->
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About me:
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I'm a 21 year old musician, chess player, and psychonaut. I'd say I have an intermediate experience with hallucinogens having done mushrooms more times than I can count and acid a dozen times. I have no family or personal history of mental illness, I smoke marijuana daily, and I generally have my life together.
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This particular event took place when my main band decided to ingest acid together for the first time with some new liquid we had aquired. I had broken up with my girlfriend the night before but I felt that I was in a peaceful enough mindset to be okay with the planned trip.
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T+0:00: The guitarist and I have taken acid together since the beginning, the drummer a few times, and it was the first time for our singer. 'Guitar', 'Drums', and I took 2 hits each, and 'Singer' took 1 to test the waters. We decided to listen to some music while we waited to feel the effects.
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T+1:00: An hour later Drums and Singer were starting to feel the effects while we were listening to The Doors. Guitar and I were not impressed with the new acid and passed it off as weak. We each took another hit.
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T+1:05: The first two hits started to take hold for me and I looked at Guitar. He was looking back at me with the same, 'Oh my god, what have we done?' look on his face. We laughed and decided to get ready for an awesome trip.
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T+1:30: We were listening to Portugal The Man's new album and I was watching the ceiling warp and change while the lyrics took me to a faraway place in my mind. (This CD would set the tone for my battle to come. If you have heard the album then you already understand.) I was having the time of my life and I believe I can safely say the same for Guitar and Singer. Drums was slowly spiraling downward into his own introspection and wasn't liking what he was seeing. We could feel the bad trip across the room.
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T+2:00: Everyone was full blown tripping at this point. We had planned out most of the trip and it was time to listen to our new release to get inspiration for new music.
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As we listened to our CD I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. I imagined a woman dressed in a cloak from the future placing an object on a pillar. I couldn't see what it was because the item was bright like the sun. She placed it on the pillar and the light grew until it was brighter than the sun and in an instant it was gone. Teleported back in time where it would be safe.
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To me, that object was our music and we had somehow found it. I knew it as a powerful weapon that could be used to destroy the world or bring it to glory. It was all ours. I suddenly knew myself as a guardian of an ancient relic, my band mates were my fellow warriors.
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The CD ended and I opened my eyes. I was feeling the third hit and the world was entirely new. Our house had become an ancient land. The music room was a treasure room where we kept our precious weapon. The rest of the house was an itracate series of tunnels in a cave designed to confuse those who would come to steal it.
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I looked at Guitar, the silent assassin. He was smart, calculating, and precise. Singer was a noble knight, a bit loud and arrogant, his intentions to change the world were righteous. He was our leader. I am the biggest and strongest of the group and I felt like the muscle. My bass was a weapon of power, I had to be careful where I put the notes because I could change the edge of our weapon altogether if I wasn't careful. Then I looked at Drums.
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Drums was having a terrible trip. I looked into his eyes and saw for a brief moment something I've never seen before. A demon...I knew then that a demon had possessed Drums in order to get close to the weapon. He wanted to get close to us so he could use the weapon to destroy the world.
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To make matters worse he kept saying Demon-like things. 'We're going to become great and take over the world!' I 'knew' that my fellow warriors would not be fooled by such trickery but I couldn't call him out on being possessed or we could be killed. Now was the time for calm moves.
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T+3:00: After listening to our release and taking a quick break, we piled into our music room and hooked up our equipment. My bass felt new. For the first time I appreciated the smooth edges, the way the strings felt in my hands, the weight of the bass on my shoulders. I was one with this weapon and I wondered briefly if somebody would find this ancient relic and use it's power someday for good.
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Drums asked in a demonic fashion, 'If you could play one last song before you died, what would it be?' So this was how it was going to end. The demon was going to kill us after he learned the secret of the weapon.
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We started playing one of our old songs. I felt that the three of us were battling with the demon through music. It was like a video game, every well played note seemed to hit the demon and every misplayed note made the demon stronger.
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Drums was terrible. The drum parts were inconsistant, the tempos kept changing, and I figured it was because demons didn't understand how to use the weapon correctly. I couldn't let this get to me, we had to destroy this demon.
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After the intro was over and the song really picked up I closed my eyes as if being forced by an unknown entity. No matter how I tried I could not bring myself to open them. I played my parts on instinct and feeling.
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Suddenly, I felt our souls being transported into Hell. The music was distorted and alien. All of the evil in the entire universe had surrounded us.
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<br>
At the moment it was clear, we weren't fighting for just our souls. We were fighting for the souls of the entire world. This was the time to fight back. The fate of the world and its inhabitants depended on us.
<br>
<br>
T+3:04: I have never played the song so well and with so much passion. Could the souls of 3 men defeat the entire army of evil? Does love really conquer all? I wasn't sure, but I would be damned if I didn't try.
<br>
<br>
The song was nearing the finish. I felt like we were losing, it was just too hard to play against the drums that were consistantly wrong. I started to lose faith. This could be it, the world would be destroyed because we toyed with a weapon far too powerful for mere mortals.
<br>
<br>
It was only a matter of time, the song was almost over. Evil was winning. I perceived the temperature in the room rising by potentially thousands of degrees. My skin felt like it was melting off of my bones. I had to try, I had to fight, what else could I do? I loved the world! I couldn't let it be destroyed.
<br>
<br>
The outro began, the part where I do back up vocals. As I shouted my back up lyrics I felt a strange sensation. Love was coming out of my chest and filling the room. It wasn't just from me, I could feel the love coming out of Guitar and Singer's chests as well. I could even feel it from Drums. The weapon wasn't sent from the future, it wasn't kept in the music room, and it couldn't be stolen by evil.
<br>
<br>
The weapon was love and we each had a piece of it in our hearts. I heard the demons start to scream. I could feel them clawing at the walls and trying to escape. We were killing them off! We could actually beat this!
<br>
<br>
The song ended and my eyes opened. The room felt cool, calm, and peaceful. Drums looked up and said, 'I feel like I just woke up.'
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<br>
'Welcome back.' I said with a smile. We turned off our instruments and separated into our own rooms.
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<br>
T+3:05 onward: I spent the next several hours in my room playing online chess while still tripping. I felt sober compared to the events that happened in our music room and in truth I won most of my games before falling asleep for several hours.
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<br>
I stopped feeling the effects of the acid completely around T+10:00
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While the trip was intense and intricate, the lesson I learned that day was very simple and I believe it to this day: Fight for what you love. If you go down in the name of love at least you tried.
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Cheers.<!-- End Body -->
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 drops</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(pill / tablet)</b></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 4:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 7:30</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 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="90" align="right"> T+ 8:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td>
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I took a bottle of liquid acid to a friend's new year's eve party. I usually take MDMA with halucinogens as it can help to reduce anxiety if things go pear-shaped. I was very fortunate in that I had managed to procure eight very clean* pills and took five of these at roughly two-hour intervals starting two hours before the first dose of acid.
<br>
<br>
I took two drops of the acid under my tongue at around 10:30 pm with the intention of starting to trip after the new year had started. The timing was perfect and shortly after midnight I started seeing bright colours and experienced the happy confusion that acid always brings to me. At around 4:00 am I decided to take more acid as the trip was proceeding well and I wanted to trip harder. I took another 4 drops. Within half an hour I was tripping very hard indeed. I had chosen an elevated location in the corner of the room where I could look down on the whole room and observe everyone within it. I was aware that movement was becoming harder and that soon I would not be able to move at all so this comfortable location was something of a neccessity.
<br>
<br>
At the height of the trip I had the impression that I had two minds. My personality, which is never affected by acid, was looking in on my rational mind which was very strongly affected. I could feel thoughts passing through my rational mind very slowly and these thoughts were always recursive. I cannot recollect the precise nature of these thoughts but they were something like 'I could go across the room but in order to do so I must first move half way. In order to go half way I must first move half of half way...' I was also aware that no one else in the room was moving so I assume that these periods were actually very short in duration although they seemed to last for hours.
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<br>
At the end of each period I would see people start to move very slowly and I had the impression that I was willing them to move and that they could not move without my will. I concentrated on each person that I could see moving and they slowly gathered speed and would eventually move at normal speed. After following this procedure with some five or six people the rest of them them started to move of their own accord and I no longer needed to 'help' them. Another recursive effect was where the room seemed to expand from a point within itself. The 'parent' room would be squashed by the expanding 'child' which would eventually fill the parent and take its place. The precise mechanism of this effect is lost on me now but it seemed that this expansion was taking place in some external dimension beyond the usual three dimensions of space.
<br>
<br>
The entire room was decorated with UV reactive hangings and these provided me with the most glorious visual effects. Everything shimmered with bright colours although there were no gross visual distortions and everything in the room was clearly recognisable. In particular there were none of the gross distortions of faces which I have experienced with psilocybin**. For the entire trip I was happy, relaxed and most of the time, utterly euphoric. The euphoria was almost certainly due, in part, to the MDMA.
<br>
<br>
During the most intense periods the party room was the entire universe. I was not aware of anything outside of that room and I had no concept of any geographical location. This is a feeling that I deliberately cultivate when I go to an outdoor festival (the whole point being to leave one troubles in the larger world behind) but in this case it was not a choice or even a feeling that I tried to induce.
<br>
<br>
In my more lucid moments I felt very close to nature and at one with everyone in the room. It is hard to describe this oneness, I was always located in my own body but I somehow felt that my body or mind incorporated the others in the room. In contrast, psilocybin can induce a dramatic loss of self, both physically and mentally which can reduce me to a point of thought floating in empty space. This is somewhat disturbing and annoying since it effectively removes me from the party. Acid had never made me anxious, even when I have been anxious in anticipation of the trip when I first started to use it.
<br>
<br>
After the peaks had passed I spent many more hours experiencing strong visual disturbances of colour and light, although my rational mind was relatively clear. The music at the party was especially enhanced. The DJs were playing deep house and progressive house but I heard sparse, minimal techno. I love this style of music and the transformation was very welcome. These effects continued until around 5.00pm when they stopped rather abruptly.
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<br>
The next day I awoke expecting to feel the body load that acid normally brings but there was none. I felt fit and alert and there were no detectable residual effects at all, not even from the MDMA. This was the most acid that I have ever taken at one time and it was clearly very strong, the strength was noted by others that had taken it and several of them said that they had had their hardest trip ever. Despite the strength no one reported any unpleasantness and many who had taken it said that it was their best trip ever. It was certainly my best trip ever and a highly satisfactory way to see in the new year.
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* By 'clean' I mean that the pills had the effect of pure MDMA with no side effects.
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** I have previously tried psilocybin in doses from threshold to overwhelming (12 * dried psilocybe cubensis) and I find it too unpredictable and, at times utterly horrific. I have had good trips on psilocybin but when your friends faces decay and worms crawl in and out of the holes in their flesh it is difficult to retain your composure! I have since decided that psilocybin is way too unpredictable and I no longer indulge. I have taken LSD on about eight occasions over approximately six years, usually small doses and the experience has always been entertaining and controlled.
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Note: I am an atheist in the true sense of the word. I do not believe that there is any mystical significance to halucinogens and I consider it the height of stupidity to make any significant decisions as a result of any drug induced mental state. I take drugs for entertainment not for enlightenment.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Published: Jul 19, 2009</td><td>Views: 8,161</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">900 ug</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">sublingual</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:50</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 5:20</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 6:50</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 8:20</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">insufflated</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/ketamine/">Ketamine</a></td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">125 lb</td>
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Set and Setting:<br>
A regional outdoor camping and dancing event. This group of people gathers every month or two to throw down a good party. The mindset was positive, fed by the good vibes projected by everyone present. The group of people was my burn family, and everyone knows everyone fairly well. <br>
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Experience level:<br>
I regularly (once every month or two) participate in some form of psychedelic activity. Lately, I have been doing this mostly with MDMA (pure), but the effects have started to drop off just that little bit and I thought it was time to take a break of longer. I've done MDMA 18 times over the course of my three years of psychedelic use. LSD and DMT have been great to me the dozen or so times I have been able to get a hold of them. I have not had any notably positive experiences with mushrooms or heavy stimulants. Research chemicals remain mostly untouched.<br>
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The Trip:<br>
At 20:20 on 18 April, I intended to take 250µg of LSD to trip into Bicycle Day, in typical fashion. <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> By 21:00 I felt ill to my stomach, coming up hard, but I knew I had nothing to vomit. I drank some water, trying to quell my stomach, but this was instantly rejected. I 10 minutes or so, I tried to get fluids into my body but this repeatedly failed over the course of two hours. The world was spinning and I could not tell which way was up. All I could think about was that I needed to get fluids and electrolytes into my body, to give myself something to burn. <br>
<br>
The headspace of the trip was fairly interesting with heavy spinning patterns and thoughts about evolution, survival and how we've come to this point in our existence.<br>
I was still trying to make this a good experience, but the physical symptoms overwhelmed me. Starting to think I might just be 'that kid at the rave that dies from dehydration', but I pushed through it, trying to figure out the easiest way to get what I needed into my body. Switching into survival mode, the journey began to find tolerable liquids, something with substance, but light. I decided to take a walk, because I knew this was not going to come to me.<br>
<br>
At 23:00 I ran into the person who had given me the '250 mics'. He hesitantly asked:<br>
<br>
'Hey man, did I accidentally give you the white ones?'<br>
'Yes, why?'<br>
'And you ate all three?'<br>
'Yes, why?'<br>
'Those were my personal ones, I dosed those at 300 a piece'<br>
'That explains a lot.'<br>
<br>
After learning of the actual dose, I needed to find something to level me off. As I did not want to go to sleep in such a state of dehydration, sedation by xanax or trazodone was out of the question. I tried some marijuana, as this generally works for nausea. I cough and gag, take a sip of water and vomit immediately.<br>
<br>
Vomiting another time against a tree at around 00:10 on 19 April, I was approached by one of the long-time veterans of the group, and asked if I wanted just a little bit of ketamine to relax my body and stop the convulsions. I felt that this was the best option out of the few I was considering. Ketamine is something I had little experience with, but the few times had been completely relaxing, and I could see how this would help my situation greatly. She takes me to the magic bus and measures out a 50mg bump.<br>
<br>
About five minutes after the drip passed, I was overwhelmed by relaxation and was offered a quart of orange gatorade. Sitting down, the gatorade slowly makes it into my system, and I feel better as the ketamine begins to take effect. I find some company, talk through my trip, working out a lot of existential issues. I give my thanks to the orange gatorade bottle, as it is now empty. This is a good thing and my fears of death-by-dehydration dissipate. My body is fueled. The water bottle needed refilling and my companion suggests that we talk a SLOW stroll around the beautiful landscape.<br>
<br>
Standing on my own two feet again, I feel like I have made it through the storm, and explore the positive side of the night. The K has made the soreness and discomfort in my body vanish, and I can walk and dance again. We go to the bus again because a large party had built up around it. Dancing for the first time after feeling so much in agony was refreshing to say the least, and gaining a new perspective on space, time, and movement was a rewarding experience. I could feel the way my muscles were moving through the space and time. Visually, I cannot explain what was going on, but it was a beautiful fusion of hybridisation of space-time and emotions.<br>
<br>
I was comfortable and finally managed to get more liquids in me with a tiny bit of solid food (bread, cream cheese, and jam). However, the K is beginning to fade, and the nausea is returning. Seeing me start to clench my stomach, my friend offers me another dose, and I take it, as it worked so well the first time. Almost instantly, I'm back on the way to comfort, and we decide to check in with each other every hour or so. The visuals at this point are almost continuously reminiscent of an Escher woodcut, drifting between full black and white and full neon colours. Staircases and columns are imposed over everything.<br>
<br>
Each time I hit the peak, I had new insights, one of which was very useful to my physics thesis. I've been working on this one problem in quantum mechanics of how to tunnel through an infinitely tall yet narrow boundary. A fellow physics major, who was hit by a car in September, and was remarkably able to walk (with the aid of a cane) had a method which had worked for him. 'Baby steps' he says. I though of how he had overcome his 'infinite barrier' of a shattered pelvis, concussion, and a whole mess of related problems. This was ironically the same solution to my problem. Modeling the boundary as a step works, and solves the problem.<!-- End Body -->
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 cig.</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis - Hash</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">145 lb</td>
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It was the first time I took LSD. I had been fascinated by reports such as reported by Hoffman and Aldus Huxley and had been reading it up for a few months now. So I scored a 500 microgram double dipped hoffman 2000 from my man and me and my best friend Kim went down to the beach. <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> We smoked a hash joint there and then I dropped the acid. Time approx sunset. He then left me to go to his girl and I proceeded alone on a long leisurely walk along the Arabian sea coastline of India. Looking back I should have surely needed a guide, I don't know why I didn't insist on him coming with me.<br>
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15 min later the effects still hadn’t begun and as the stars had come out I tried inducing the trip by looking at the stars and spinning around. It kick-started the trip and would last me a full hellishly intense 12 hours. I got off the beach and into a beach bar. Initially it was like the most ultimately pleasant experience ever. Laughter on 45 min at anything and anyone. Everything was really cracking me up. Even things that were not funny. Then I spun in my seat looking at the thatched roof and it took off like a helicopter’s blades spinning it into the air. Fuck. Houston we have lift off.<br>
<br>
I started to feel uncomfortable and decided to get out of there before it became obvious on my face that I was affected. I reached the end of the road and had to sit down at the bar. It was holi festival in India that same day. A festival where people throw powdered colour indiscriminately on people, cows, cars, bikes, houses. There was a group of grotesquely fat aussie women with their guys all covered with holi colour. What a disturbing sight. I needed peace sanctuary. Then the waiter noticed I was fucked and I asked him for a glass of water. He brought it and put it on the table. The table looked like it was sloping 45 degrees so I put my hand out to stop the glass from falling. The waiter kindly informed me that all was well. He asked if I was ok. I most definitely was not. <br>
<br>
After an eternity or probably 20 min or so. I saw a face I knew which otherwise I could identify with the name but in my state I could just cry out “Hey you!“ So he came over and I explained that I had taken acid and needed to go home. He brought me to my hotel. I was tripping on the journey back heavily didn’t even recognize the road which I had been down so many times before.<br>
<br>
The strongest part of the trip begins at my 50 rupee/night hotel room. I see thru miniscule holes in the door and see floating white mist in the room. From my bed I can see the ant moving in the crack of the door, illumined by the streetlight. I can focus in and out of the ant. I can focus in and see the ant in more clarity. I start to convulse on the bed and get palpitations. I look down at my left chest and it appears red. The red colour gets dimmer every time I breath out. Every time I breathe in, the red under my left chest gets brighter. I think I’m gonna die. I’m in a very bad state.<br>
<br>
Oh no I got worse. I started to hear the distant cries in the sky of the birds of prey. Vultures. The cry of a fallen creature. I’m really in a bad state. I think I’m really gonna die. Then I also see Jesus Christ behind the grill. So I get down on my knees and say “Father forgive me I have sinned…I have done LSD”. Sounds funny and all but I was in a panicky state and was getting palpitations. <br>
<br>
I was not feeling confortable on the bed, it felt like I was falling thru an endless series of blankets. Faces came out of nowhere and approached me in a parabolic fashion, exactly as Raul Duke@ Hunter S Thompson saw Nixon’s face in the Las Vegas hotel room in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. The girl I was presently involved with, Renu. Her face came up a lot throughout. Some other faces came up too but I don’t remember now who they were. I then had a sexual fantasy. I remembered a Chinese woman I had a dream about when I was an adolescent and having such dreams. I had that fantasy again and this time I had virtual sex. I did not at any point masturbate myself. I just had virtual sex and I felt like I had come. <br>
<br>
As that ended I suddenly remembered my distant past, when I was a little kid aged around 3 and chewing on the telephone cord in my grandmom’s house. That was the first time I had remembered that incident since I had done it. In other words, I had remembered that at the age of 3, I was aware and had memory of doing that act of chewing on the telephone cord. This part of the trip amazed me the most. For obvious reasons.<br>
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Started drinking heaps of water and auto suggesting that it was not reality and that I will be better in the morn. The thought that I might live in this state of mind forever also terrifies me. Suddenly the world was appearing so mundane and boring which made the world seem to be made of a fabric so horribly banal and there seems to be a matrix…. A matrix of inescapable ennui that it makes me depressed to be in such a world. The walls are made up of this fabric. This was the depressive part of the trip which I cannot properly explain in words. Mind you I had absolutely no music to divert my attention away from the physical symptoms I was experiencing. I should have kept a diazepam/valium handy just in case. That would have aborted the panic attack. I always go around with it these days if I ever trip. It has come in handy.<br>
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I realised I needed to externalize to get out of this bad inner trip. So I sat cross legged on the bed, eyes shut and started reciting aloud. OM OM OM OM Namo Shivaya. With every long OM, I saw and felt concentric waves of sound/vibration come into focus and everything felt better. The universe felt ONE. It was one. So I said it again and again and it really helped calm me down. It all helped. I drank a lot of water. I peed a lot. I chanted a lot to keep those godamm birds of prey away. The sun came out. I walked slowly a godaamm long way to my friends hotel in the wee hours, woke him and his gf up saying I had a bad headache. Which I did. I ate an omelette with him. I had a tea. I finally felt better. <br>
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The next few months were definately the most creative period thus so far in my life. I changed forever after this experience. Quite a way to begin the new millenium. It was a bad trip though, and I sincerely hope NEVER to go through this again.<!-- End Body -->
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Last night was by far the most traumatic night of my entire 19 year old life. My good friend Loren’s birthday was that night. He worked night security at a hotel in San Diego County. I can remember the night like I was still living it at this very moment.<br>
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I sat at my house alone, playing the newly released videogame Fallout 3. The videogame which my girlfriend has purchased me for Christmas. Before I know it, Andrew had shown up at my house telling me we were going to go visit Loren on his shift for his birthday. He worked at ten o clock (at night), it must have been nine thirty or so by the time we were leaving my room.<br>
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We started by smoking a bowl of marijuana through Andrew’s bong in my parked car in the driveway. I got high as a kite as we made the transfer to Andrew’s “Squirly-Drifter”, a 1987 Nissan 200SX. The hood taped on with no back window, and brakes that make small children cry. On the way to San Diego I was at this point completely “domed out” and higher than ever.<br>
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We had decided to get Loren a hit of LSD for his birthday, and we committed to doing it since neither of us had obligations (Besides Loren being at work). So, we called our LSD connect and cruised up to his house in San Diego, buying 3 hits of LSD, at ten dollars each. We drove to the hotel, and found Loren sitting in a chair bundled up in jackets. The temperature must have been close to freezing. We were all layered in multiple jackets. I had on a t-shirt, then a warm pajama top with another jacket along with some heavy jeans. It didn’t stop the cold from penetrating our bodies and causing the deepest shiver I’ve ever known. This was before we even took the LSD. We then presented Loren with a hit of LSD. We began to make a patrol around the hotel, and we all popped the blot-papers on our tongue. We all did one hit. We let it soak in and started taking in our surroundings.<br>
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A good half hour went by and nothing really happened. I was still high and wondering how the trip would begin and how it would end. Another twenty minutes or so, we just sat in chairs viewing the parking lot and pool. The visuals would soon begin. Upon looking at the neon-lit hotel signs, I began to see swirls and distortions in the signs. As we began walking around more, the environment began to transform all around me. How it became a bad trip was a mystery to me. I had done acid twice in the past. The first time was by far the best, a euphoric trip. The second time was not good.<br>
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I began to lose complete control over my mind. Loren and Andrew were the only shred of reality I saw. The outside world was nothing, a big dream of hallucinations and repetitions of my mind. At most I would only see half the real world, and everything else was complete hallucinations. I was becoming scared. Really scared. Andrew and Loren recalled most of my experience saying that I walked around in awe, frightened out of my gourd. I would say their names, confirming who they are and nothing else.<br>
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I lost control over life, and would occasionally slip back into it for seconds at a time, immediately returning to knowing nothing, and literally going crazy. Walking was now a nightmare. I would follow Andrew and Loren with them being the only clear path, everything else around me was surreal. Walking up a quick flight of stairs to the second story of the hotel became a psychotic experience. I placed my hand on the railings only to feel my hand liquify with the railing itself, and seeing the railing disappear altogether. I walked up the stairs, and began following Loren and Andrew down the corridor of hotel rooms, the corridor twisting, doors changing shapes. At some point we emerged in the housekeeping room, where there was a bathroom and a heater inside. We found refuge here for a short while.<br>
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It seemed the reason I was so scared was that Andrew and Loren were on a completely different level than I. None of them saw anything. Their mood was affected, that was it. No visualizations. I then next remember constantly walking back to Andrew’s car to try and fall asleep. Falling asleep on acid was horrifying. I can’t even begin to describe the things I was seeing. My mind was then put on hold. All of a sudden I had no feeling over my body, it was like watching my life through a TV. I began to experience events more than once, twice, three times. I saw myself and my friends walking and doing things we had just done earlier.<br>
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At the heaviest point in the trip, I would be walking with minor vision of the real world and heavy hallucinations. The street became infinitely wider, bushes grew and things were so bright and detailed. With a quick stare, things would glow, and look like a 3D graphic animation. At this point I was near insanity. Questioning life, wondering if I was going to stay like this for the rest of my life. I had believed that the end of my life was near, had even questioned killing myself.<br>
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I had entered Andrew’s car and sat back in the chair and alternated between the two at least 5 times. Whenever entering the car and grabbing the door handle, the car would twist and bend as if it was a big stick of black taffy, I became so lost I just stood there lying against the car door with my hand on the handle. Trying to make sense of anything, I forced myself into the car again and again, randomly opening the door handle to get out and immediately recoiling and closing the door to try to protect myself from myself. At this point there was more walking to be done. I had to hold Andrew’s hand in order to get anywhere because walking in real life was impossible. I would see the real world, and it would immediately be clouded by my thoughts, which became 100 percent visual. My thoughts would pile on top of each other and fill into my eyes, making it so I could see nothing but blurs of past thoughts. At one point, upon looking at a stucco wall my vision became full of nothing but a twirling stucco wall, and I had no idea where I was. I just stood there in awe, and my friends would try and make me come to.<br>
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Time took forever to go by, absolutely forever. It would feel like an hour from 2:30 AM to 2:40. I was pleading with myself to not go crazy, to try and realize that there is life on the other side when this is past. There was a shred of reality I wouldn’t let myself lose hold on…and if I did it would have ended in absolute insanity for much longer than the trip itself. Visuals were off the wall. I would see half of a building and the rest of it blurring and swirling into my past thoughts. I began thinking of my girlfriend and that she would never love me if I was like this. I was so sad, and so scared.<br>
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I managed to force myself to stay in Andrew’s car. They had known something was wrong with me, so they escorted me into the car and put the car cover over it so I could have some alone time to try and keep it cool and come down. The car cover was like a prison, I felt as if I would never be able to escape the car. The next thing I remember after that, I was climbing out of the back of the car and it was about 5:50, ten minutes left for Loren to finish his shift. We talked about how he would never do acid at work again, that it stresses him out and I questioned as to why they didn’t have a trip anything like mine. He told me what I was doing, and I remembered strings of it.<br>
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Andrew was passed out in the car, I was beginning to come down and grab a hold of reality again and began to recollect on what just happened. I tried to stress to Loren that I had a near death experience. Eventually we woke Andrew up and we all departed the hotel, my trip began to change. Imagine the following in absolutely freezing temperatures, yet a perfectly sunny and gorgeous blue morning: All I could think about was Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, because that’s exactly what we were. Tripping on acid, driving a car and freaking out. I was on constant panic watch for police, and the visuals I began to see were so vivid. There were no more full on hallucinations, just accelerated senses and brighter colors.<br>
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We were hauling down the 5 north freeway at around 100 miles per hour on acid, with Loren following behind on his motorcycle, following so close he could touch the car. There was no doubt in my mind that what we were doing had the consequence of death if not done right. Andrew’s hood was tied onto the car with THIN string. I was becoming very frightened that the hood would fall off onto the freeway. At the speed peak, the hood was literally 4 inches in the air being held on by a thread of string. Luckily, it didn’t fly off. If it did, there would have probably been an accident. We stopped at Loren’s house and went into the room which he rents from a family.<br>
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Loren had lost the care to maintain a squeaky clean room. There were dirty plates everywhere, bottles full of pure urine (Apparently someone was in the bathroom when he needed to urinate) and the room needed a cleaning so bad he straight up spit on his floor for no reason. We all found tons of laughter in his room’s state. Loren wanted to stay and sleep, we forced him to leave.<br>
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At this point we began talking about girls. Andrew and I both have our girlfriends, and Loren had his one love leave him a year ago when she went to college. We decided to make the day a new day for him. We took all the pictures they had together, all the notes she left him (Obsessively written notes, by the way. With multiple color pens, many entries on paper that was folded into a swan) and put them into a FedEx box. We left the house after a good while and began our commute on the 101 home.<br>
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What was to occur was frightening fear of getting rolled by the police. Our highs were coming down, so we smoked another bowl of weed. Andrew was lighting up as he passed through an intersection, directly in front of a cop who happened to not be looking as she was making a right turn on a red light. He sped away from the immediate area and continued down the 101. We saw two motorcycle cops on the right hand side sitting there, talking. As we passed, they both began riding behind us at a distance. We became frightened, took a right, and fortunately they passed.<br>
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I was rapidly gaining consciousness and wanted to go home and sleep. I did have to hang out with my girlfriend…in fact as I type this now, I am planning on hanging out with her too. In a nutshell, we went to Wal Mart and purchased amazing tasting candy. We then walked to Best Buy. We then drove to the mall, and burned the reminders of Loren’s ex. Security came and said we couldn’t set fire in the parking lot. He looked like he was calling the cops, so Andrew then took me home. I came home, showered, slept for a couple hours, and am now writing this. What an experience for the books…. The experience was so traumatizing I have serious doubts I will ever do LSD again. I will remember it for the rest of my life.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 76019</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Sep 2, 2009</td><td>Views: 7,965</td></tr>
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After the long and anticipating 5 month wait, the TooL concert finally arrived! Skipping the crap, we arrived in Jurys Hotel near the point and went into the concert. As Mastodon started playing, I put 1 quarter of a stamp (what I believe to be 75micrograms of LSD) onto my tounge. I was surrounded by friends and an unbeatable atmosphere, with art, lights and great music. A great venue for a 1st LSD trip to say the least!
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After Mastodon stopped playing, the quarter of the stamp in my mouth fell out, so I put the other quarter in. I was over an hour after I took the 1st piece, and I was already noticing the effects. I was in great humour, and I couldn’t help but laugh and notice my increased apprecation for colours, smell, and the pretty rain that was falling on me (we were outside at the break).
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Back inside, Tool came on stage, the place went insane, streaks of colours, like a rainbow, started flying from the ceiling, the atmosphere was electric, people were screaming, jumping, and I couldn’t stop laughing, smiling, and loving every little thing that came my way. Maynard put the mic to his mouth and said hello, and I knew taking the acid was definately a good idea. At this point, I was alone in the crowd. I couldn’t see any of my friends, and I was surrounded by randomers, but I didn’t care. I was never as happy in my entire life, and I knew if I had friends around, I would probably get distracted, so I stayed put, but if I say them, I'd stay with them.
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Schism was played 1st, the lights were out, and the Tool Art in the background stood out so much, I couldn’t help but sing and throw my hands in the air. I looked behind me, and there was this GIANT pit, I thought it was the most dangerous thing I have ever seen in my life, but it looked like fun, so in I jumped.
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I spent the entire concert with randomers, jumping around, screaming, 'singing', shouting 'make some fucking noise!' and smiling. No matter where I looked, there was a mass of thousands of hands dancing in the air. The music took over me. My body was tingling, and my mind was processing 100's of thoughts per second (at least it felt like that). I could feel the weirdness of the acid in flowing through my blood, in the tips of my fingers and circling through my body. I couldn’t stop smiling!! The music slowed down, and the lights came down from the ceiling and started rotating (this wasn’t the trip, it actually happened) I was incredibly relaxed, full of love / joy / apprecation for everything / amazement / peace. Being part of a huge crowd of Tool fans combined in 1 room, singing and chanting the lyrics of songs we knew backwards was an unbeatable feeling. During the concert, the feeling was a lot stronger than the visual aspects of the trip which I experienced later on. At one part, during Rosetta Stoned, the lyrics sang
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'And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning
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E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose,
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He said you are the chosen one.
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The one who will deliver the message.
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A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
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And a warning for those who do not.
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Me, the chosen one
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They chose me '
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I was the chosen one. Or at least I believed I was, it was amazing. I really believed I was put on this earth to be at this concert. To prove to people life is great, and that this feeling and sights was to be expereinced by everyone. Those lyrics stood out the most in the entire concert, and was definately 1 of the highlights of the night.
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People all around me had lighters in the air. No matter how good the atmosphere was, or how much I loved the music, I never saw anything as beautiful as thousands of lighters filling the air. I stopped dead, amazed at the twinkling lights surrounding me, all around the arena there were hundreds of lighters filling the air, these petty words cannot describe how amazing it was. Others who have taken acid may be able to relate to this experience, but to those who have not, the best explenation I can give, is your imagination is incapable of dreaming how amazing this spectaculare sight was!
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Another part of the AMAZING experience that really stands out to me, is during Stinkfist. I was told how some parts of the journey seem really long, like x10 longer, this was definately the case here. The start of the song has a weird distorted sound for not even 10 seconds, Tool dragged this sound out for what I believe to be a minute or 2, but what felt like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaages!
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Raising my hands as part of an endless sea of people was amazing. Turning to randomers, shaking hands, singing along together, smiling constantly, helping people up off the floor, watching in awe/amazment at all the pretty colours/lights/lazers etc. Only a few of the priceless moments that made the concert so *can’t find a word to describe the concert*.
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The concert ended. I was exhausted, my body was ready to sleep for days on end, but my mind was never so awake. It was a weird combination to say the least! I exited through the side door and decided this would be a good time so start looking for friends. Dressed in a t-shirt in the rain, I climbed a metal staircase leading to the roof of the point. I thought this would be a good outpost to search for friends, but acid+stairs = no, so I climbed down and walked in the direction I thought was jurys.
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I must have asked 30 people 'is this the right way to jury's?' on that stretch of road, even though I knew I kept asking people, I wanted to make sure I didn’t imagine someone giving me directions, not that I believed it was possible, but finding jury's seemed too important to care about asking for directions. The walk from The Point - Jury's Hotel was an adventure of its own. Rain, REALLY REALLY happy people, more rain, guards, and me. I kept walking, but it looked like I was going nowhere and the floor was moving! The music was ringing in my ears, and I couldn’t believe the concert was over!
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Eventually, I got to Jury's, and made my way past the guards/security without trouble because of flashing my Key Card for the room. I entered the elevator, but there was a problem, I didn’t know where to start! It was so bright, so funny, and there were so many buttons!! Another guy jumped in, and pressed #1. I pressed #5, and we chatted about the concert. After what felt like an hour, the doors FINALLY opened. At last that weird elevator-on-acid feeling was over. 'Hey man, aren’t you going to #5?' I eventually got into my apartment, and basically exploded over everything. The contents of my pockets were thrown upon the floor, only to be left to be found in the morning. I didn’t care. I had just experienced the best night of my life, but little did I know it was far from over :)
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The difference between the life of the loud concert, to being in a quiet, well organised, tidy (minus my crap on the floor) hotel room was *can’t find a word for this either*. I rang a friend again, I tried turning on the TV, but all I could get was the annoying buzz when you don’t select a channel.
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I needed music, Fast! I tried ringing another few friends who were staying in jurys, (very hard task) but I had no luck. I tried ringing other friends to get my mind off the emptyness of the empty room, (it seemed x100000 emptier, guess why? :p) Eventually someone came back. We turned on music and waited for the rest of them, talking, laughing, tripping....tripping, and tripping. The bed, which had a weird design down the middle of it, looked like a treadmill, rotating constantly.
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The next part of the night, was a horribly difficult but compulsary task. A friend left his ring in our room (which was the rendezvous point earlier) and his gf had my jumper, they weren’t allowed inside! I had to make my way down the elevator and trade the items in front of numerous guards+security! When I came back, more people had joined our room, and were rolling spliffs :) Another 2 joined us soon, and we continued to smoke/talk/laugh/trip/trip and trip :)
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I remember looking at my jeans. The creases on them came alive. It looked like there was a dozen snakes in my jeans, moving around frantically, The laces in a shoe on the floor came alive and started moving about, melting into the carpet and sinking into the room, Stalligmites/Stalligtights *not sure which is which* hung from the ceiling as colours, green, pink, blue, purple, violet, red, orange, brown, white etc. They all sparkled and shimmerd as if they were light and someone was blowing at them, it was truely beautiful.
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The picture on the wall looked like it had 10 layers to it, and each was clearly visible. The water from the shower (I took 2 showers) tinted red in the pearly white bathroom and changed to a light blue as it hit my chest. I felt like a slug in the shower. Dressing myself seemed impossible. Drying myself felt like hours. My tastebuds multiplied x10000, so smoking widow/homegrown/pollum was nice :)
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I was very hungry. Some guy pulled out sandwhiches and gave me one! Looking out from the top middle floor of Jury's onto the Liffey/Dublin City was amazing. Not being able to express myself was frustrating, but 'DEEPER MEANING MAN' kinda solved that :p.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 57857</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 8, 2009</td><td>Views: 6,499</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr>
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I’m not a serious drug user. I hate alcohol and love pot, but don’t smoke it more than once or twice a month. I never want to get burned out and always approach drugs with the utmost respect and appreciation. About a year and a half ago I almost got my hands on some LSD, but came up short. I was disappointed as one knowledgeable friend described a trip where his disembodied alter ego had put his arm around his actual self and began talking. This seemed too much to be true for my ever rational intellect, but I was intensely curious. A true psychedelic trip to whatever alternate realities that may exist is something I had craved since high school when I first started reading about them. So when my brother told me he had got some good acid from a friend, I perked up immediately.
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Being somewhat afraid, as I usually am before trying a new drug, I wanted to let him try it first and when he came back all he could utter was an exasperated “these are awesome...lots... of energy”. So I set a date, my 22nd birthday, to try them. My brother told me he had taken 2 hits and said it was just about right, but I wanted to make sure that it hit me fully and really ramp up the experience. I took 3. In about thirty minutes, I started to feel subtle waves of energy flow through me. An increase of energy made me feel as if I was hovering slightly above the ground. I felt taller and stronger. My visual field became hazier and more blurry, like everything was just slightly out of focus. I felt an overwhelming wanderlust come over me so I decided to head to the local arboretum and enjoy myself. I went off the beaten path and explored the interior of the forest. Various sights attracted my attention. Majestic and massive oaks and hickories put me in a seemingly fantasy world where I played but a small and insignificant part. I just stared and stared at complex spider webs that blew my mind. Being a biology major, I’ve always been interested in nature and its secrets, but before this day I never really looked at one in this way before. How could this simple invertebrate make something so intricate and beautiful and deadly?
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I had thought from previous discussions about the drug that I might lose touch with reality or in some way have a “bad trip”, but it was nothing of the sort. Reality was intensified, and instead of feeling fear, I felt an overwhelming love and appreciation for everything around me. In that sense it was similar to MDMA. I also felt a slight giddiness and would burst out with joyous laughter at different times for no apparent reason. Nothing frightened me. Insects that before would provoke a quick reaction from landing on me didn’t. I just observed their details and gently pushed them off. I encountered a dog that was barking, but just blocked it out. So many thoughts flowed through me, but I didn’t get bogged down in any of them. If I didn’t like what I was thinking or feeling, I could alter it at will.
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I found a lake and just lied down by it for an hour just taking in the surroundings. It was so intense and delicious, like high quality fudge or ice cream, that must be sampled in small bits and pieces because of its richness, that I had to steel my mind momentarily from the stimuli. All worries about life, college, and women that had been building for months just evaporated from my consciousness. I saw tracers and various alterations of light. At one point, I thought something was crawling under my skin and at that moment could sympathize with people who tweaked out and thought these things were real. But as before I just changed my feelings at will. It didn’t bother me. I felt like a kid again before everything got so complex.
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After about three hours the main effects began to subside, but nevertheless the longevity of the experience, close to eight hours in total, pleasantly surprised me. The come down was essentially a feather fall over 4 hours in a book store with just a touch of physical and mental fatigue. This was the most intense experience of my life up to that point. The drug gave me the profound and mystical experience that I had been craving for so long. LSD was everything I had hoped it would be.<!-- End Body -->
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The following is a report of an intense experience with acid and ketamine. Originally posted to the lycaeum forums, I thought I'd copy the post in tact, to give a flavour of the type of posting that I contribute to over there.
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Yes, it was an absolutely insane combo, worked like a charm, almost too well, like now what do I do? Balls to the wall for sure. Almost seems to have rendered any further perception redundant, but for lack of anything else to do, I'll try and describe it.
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I've had a rough history with psychedelics, lots of freak outs, unresolved emotional issues, it was a self torture thing. I was searching for something, not sure what. Scared off by some sanity shattering episodes in the past, I'd done only low doses of anything for years, stopped posting at Lycaeum too. Then this month, got a hold of some very pure, fantastic blotter acid, the real deal. Did a preview dose, half a blotter, and got a warm giddy glow that lasted longer than neccessary, to the point of annoyance, but it made me realize tripping could actually be fun and positive and not necessarily enslavement to some sadistic self-critique, subsumed in negative energy. I've been off pot for weeks too, I had to admit, it just rubs me the wrong way, grating physical and mental paranoia no matter what the circumstance. But something about ACID, as opposed to shrooms or DPT, there seemed something transparent about it, straight to the point, something I could DEAL with, get a handle on, control.
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So, last night, I decided to go with this positive feedback loop, and take two hits at once. Took a long time to get rolling, I always forget how long acid takes, got impatient, and then slowly but surely, I became completely engulfed in extra sensory perfection, full spectrum hallucinogenic consciousness, fractal foam, all that good stuff. Had some lines of potent K ready to go, was still building up to the peak, but I figured I should do some of the dwindling K before my roommate snorfled it all down himself. So I hooped a couple of large lines.
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Well holy hell did that ever kick things up a notch. Five minutes later, I was in some other universe. It became entirely internal, non local. I was interacting with a network of minds, trying to learn some kind of new emergent language that was being formed in real time, by other minds in the network - what I imagined to be other people, dreaming, on psychedelics, or in various states of mind that could allow telepathetic non-local connection - I was realizing, allowing myself to see and accept the challenge of the fact that there was some new conscious infrastructure forming, but the rules were not set, we were having to figure it out for ourselves, define it, and see this happening for what it was. This all had the sense of extreme ridiculous hedonism, the heat and electricity and cable bills paid, the oil still flowing, for now, the music still playing, everybody's music, overlaid, cosmic purpose was in interlocking schemes of hedonism, physical spigots, grooves, corners, gravity. Hard to describe, I'm just trying to get across a slice of it.
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Anyway, I've gotten to that state on K a lot, but what the acid did is make it bright, like I imagined it would be, like this dreamy interaction with collective unconscious personalities all expressed in fractal translucent flowing multidimensional finely textured metaphors - eye candy, layers upon layers, in some subsets that resembled fragments of short term memory, this new house I've moved into, the upper floor, a nice house basically, but with a little too many drugs and parties happening...
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Anyway, when that first pass of K wore off, I came back to something vaguely resembling reality, that being some being I remembered as myself, in 'my room', RIPPED on ACID, just reaching the peak - see it was reality, but a plural reality, I was seeing different timestreams simultaneously - trailers on everything at every level, bouncing around, hallucinations within hallucinations. Now I'd never been this high on any tryptamine before, this was unprecedented. Like, suddenly I seemed to have the option of perceiving whatever I wanted - choosing lives, realities - this was made aware to me via the distortion of vision - opening the door of my room, entering the bathroom to pee, changing one room for another, door falling away to a mirrorhall - the word insanity occured to me - it also occured to me that I didn't care if I was insane forever, I could deal with that - I could choose that if I wanted to - it was fluid, dreamlike and yet totally real, these options - there was no solidity, I could shrug off one reality with a flick of the mind, select another set of associations on a whim - it was the A No. 1 God trip, cutting to the chase of perception, cracking the code, taking control - but I had no agenda, except that of some bumbling googley eyed drug fiend. Even hedonism seemed meaningless. It was too transparent. The inner workings of the mind. Positive was negative. There is something hollow about this realization, for me. But how could it be any other way? It is a shortcut, isn't it?
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What happened after that? well then it starts to get really grimy - some dudes showed up, on a coke bender or something - I thought one of them was the landlord my roommate had been paranoid about earlier that night, showing up for a surprise inspection, but he was actually just a creepy kid and his friend dropping by - I felt sorry for them, they were so obviously trying to be high - I thought, if they're doing blow, I want no part of that - although I was feeling pretty burned out myself, still tripping balls, still engorged with beauty, like a leach, eyes bugging out of my head, but it was so redundant now, like beauty wasn't beautiful anymore - I did some more k, got telepathic again - there was a moment, for a few minutes, when that 2nd wave of k kicked in, where I felt like it was perfect, the groove, the hole, just nail me to this corner of the universe, let me be the focal point, let it flow, and it was great, happy addiction
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Then my psychology and frailties crept back into the mix, loneliness, loving the one I'm not with, comtempt for those available, wrote a letter to my ex gf, felt horribly and sick for writing about nothing but drugs. I listened to music, plateau music, but no idea what I really have to offer as a musician except empty virtuosity, plenty of fractal foam and patterns, patterns aplenty, but soul? Not sure where the soul is anymore.
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What have we learned folks?
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Heh, I dunno, just another trip
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Another god trip, another omega
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Gratuitous grace, doesn't that say it all?
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An online friend of mine recommended I read the novel (short story?) Flowers for Algernon - she described it as a story of a retarded person who is granted genius perception - but it wears off - but the poor bastard still remembers being smart - does seem allegorically perfect right now. I'm glad I tried to write, though, if I'm gonna be some metacrackwhore, I might as well write about it.<!-- 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 26, 2009</td><td>Views: 7,889</td></tr>
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The most frightening thing about taking LSD and Ketamine at the same time is the unexpectedness of the effect. I had taken both of these drugs in the past, either alone or in combination with other substances, but I had never taken LSD and Ketamine together until the occasion I describe here. It was an utterly exhausting and slightly frightening experience.
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My two friends and I had taken LSD in numerous forms on numerous occasions and it was quickly becoming our drug of choice. Over Christmas I had purchased myself a gram of powder Ketamine and decided to share it with my tripping buddies over a couple of tabs of Acid. At a friend’s birthday party, after an evening of drinking, we took the acid – half tabs all round. It was about 12:30 am and we racked up the Ketamine at about 3am when we were starting to trip - we put Book of Knots on the CD player and divided up the gram.
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Having used K in the past, we agreed that we should force ourselves to go for a walk and stagger around. What could be more fun? We went for an ‘adventure’ walk. About fifteen to twenty minutes after taking the K, we all started to feel a little unusual. We were sitting on top of some pallet racking when suddenly we were in a submarine. Unconsciously, we sensed that being on the pallet racking was weird and dangerous. Without speaking, we all climbed down and lay on the ground. At this point, the three of us slipped into something like a K-Hole. Melanie, a friend who had only been drinking and had accompanied us, said that we all fell silent and our faces went slack. We were staring into the sky.
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I saw the stars melt and morph into worm holes, one of which I was sucked into. I felt that I was being propelled through time. Heather saw the night sky turn completely white and felt that she was floating in mid-air, one with all matter. Mark felt his consciousness drift into each of our minds – he could see through our eyes and feel our thoughts. We didn’t discuss any of these feelings until the next day – no one could speak. Clearly, this was not a normal trip. No one was laughing. Melanie realised that something was off and picked us up from the ground – myself on one shoulder, Heather on the other. Mark would just have to follow. After a long, staggering, bumbling journey around the block we made it back to the party. Heather and I collapsed on the bed, Mark on the floor.
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During the morning I felt a range of experiences - I was incredibly tall, I could crush trees and houses under my feet. My hands and arms were extremely far away. I was constantly being sucked in and out of time. Time travel was exhausting, at times I wanted to cry because I wanted time to be still, to stop ‘rushing’ quickly back and forth through consciousness. I was no longer in a house, I was in a forest, in a video game and the people around me were characters. They talked video-game talk and I couldn’t make it stop, no matter how much I tried.
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Speech was nearly impossible. Mark kept gibbering nonsense while trying to work the CD player, not a single intelligible word came out of his mouth for over an hour. Heather lay on her back in the bed mumbling “Why, why? Ketamine bad. Not good. This wasn’t meant to happen…”. We were both feeling nautious. My greatest fear was that I would never come back, that my mind would be irreparably damaged. I simply couldn’t understand how the effects could be so strong, how the trip could so completely control my mind.
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The next day, I found sleep impossible. Heather was extremely ill and throwing up white bile all day. Mark was the only one who bounced back quite quickly, I can only put this down to the fact that his body size is twice that of myself.
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This combination did not do what I expected. It made me trip harder than I’ve ever tripped before and it was uncontrollable and exhausting. Perhaps for the right person this could perfect? I achieved something that I had always wanted to that night – I ticked something off my list of life experiences. I had always wanted to explore the ultimate trip, the complete lack of mental control, the borderline experience. Now I don’t ever need to do that to myself again.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 70530</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: Nov 26, 2009</td><td>Views: 13,963</td></tr>
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Basically here is some background info about myself. I am nineteen years old from England, I have taken acid quite a few times in the last three months and seem to have a natural tolerance to it. Maybe I just take too much I don't know. But I love how cid makes everything appear visually because I am a graphic design student and am naturally a very visual person anyway. I also love how it affects my mind set and makes me think deeply about certain aspects of life and the universe. I am also naturally a very deep thinker and my brain is quite over active.
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Anyway for the third year running I was going to global gathering which is a big dance music festival. I was planning to take my cid Friday night with some ketamine and take my mdma Saturday night as that was when the drum and bass was playing.
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I always seem to get carried away when it comes to taking drugs at a festival and I had decided this time was going to be my last for a very very long time as I was going to uni and want to keep a clear mind. Just take acid very rarely maybe once every two months. Bearing in mind I first took cid three months before this experience and since then I have taken around forty drops, I normally get liquid acid and my dealer has very nice cid.
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Anyway I had 15 drops of this cid on bits of paper that I had bought the night before, I always watch the guy put the drops on, he's very reliable. These drops were half mine and half my friend, so 7.5 each. We get to the festival and get the drugs past the security and the police and their dogs. This festival has the highest security of any festival I know of. We get in and pitch our tents. It was quite a nice sunny day and I was feeling very happy, why shouldn't I feel happy as I was at the best festival in my personal opinion.
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I sat in my tent which was in a circle of four of us. I decided to get out the ketamine. I had a very covert method of getting the drugs in that I use every year, I wrap them in A LOT of cling film and then place them into crisp packets and then melt them back together. That way when my bag gets searched they don't suspect anything and also the police sniffer dogs can't smell it. So I got the ketamine out and did an average line, feeling in a good mood.
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I decided then after a few minutes to get my cid out. I sat there in the tent looking at it thinking to myself, ''You shouldn't take all seven and a half drops in one go.'' Before this experience the most I had ever taken was six, but this was at a festival so would maybe be more intense. I thought for maybe a few more seconds and then decided to eat them all. My friend who owned the other seven and a half drops came into my tent with his mouth open wide questioning what I was doing. He didn't agree too much with what I had just done. We are both two people who seem to get carried away and as he saw me do this he soon decided to do the same. So he munched down his cid also.
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I sat there just outside of my tent with three of my friends. Only two of us took cid, the other two were drinking and taking ketamine. Someone decided to roll a joint as we were sat there. It had been around ten minutes since I had taken the cid and I had started to contemplate what I had just done. It started to occur to me that I had taken seven and a half drops of cid at this festival. I started to have feelings in my body that are related to cid. Tingles and feeling slightly lethargic. I knew that I was going to be in for quite a journey.
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I looked across at my friend who had also taken the cid as his tent was opposite mine. I laughed in a giggling sort of way at him and said, ''Guy what have we just done??!!'' He laughed back and replied, ''We are going to be wrecked Tom.'' The joint had been rolled and it came to me. I had maybe three tokes and decided I didn't want any as quite often on cid I find smoking is rather harsh on the throat. It had been now half an hour and we hadn't explored around the campsite or the stalls etc. The main part of the festival where all the different dance arenas were didn't open for another two hours so we decided to have a look around. I stood up and as I did my head started to have a sort of rushy feeling within it. My body still feeling the same way. We all left our tents and set off down the path.
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I noticed that I was starting to trip slightly. I looked at the floor which was a gravel path and the stoned started to morph slightly and have great detail to them. the ketamine I had took just before taking the cid made my vision kind of hazy, I couldn't see things in the distance or mildly close too well. Everything was sort of out of focus. I didn't like this too much and thought I should have taken the ketamine after I had come up from the cid. There was quite a lot of people walking around the campsite, setting up tents etc. Now I had also began to feel a nauseous feeling in my stomach that I sometimes receive after taking cid, especially liquid. I despise this feeling, it is one thing that I dislike about the whole cid experience.
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After only ten minutes we decided to go back to the tents for a while as me and Guy were feeling quite intense. I wasn't tripping much yet but the feelings I was having were insane. I had never felt anything as strong as this after taking cid. I sat in my tent looking out and listening to the sounds of the festival. I was listening to every individual sound and thought where it was coming from. I was very restless and I could see that also Guy was. Everything was getting too intense for me there and then. I stood up fast and said to Guy, ''I need to get out of this festival pretty quick. I need to go.'' He looked at me and agreed this was a good idea. I needed to centre myself and get away from the intensity of the festival. The other two friends were confused but said ok and they would wait. They were very K'd up as we say, under the influence of a lot of ketamine. I can just realize when someone is on ketamine because they give me this blank look that seems as if they are looking straight through me. Max, one of my friends, had a polo nose as we say, where he had a white ring around his nostril.
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Anyway me and guy left them and walked to the entrance/exit of the campsite. This festival is on a huge old airfield and runway. So as you get out there are these railings where you get checked and police are there. After this there is a part of the airfield where all the cars are parked. We decided to walk that way, just an immediate reaction to get away directly from the chaos. Across the field there is a road where the cars drive along which is full of police, I mean LOTS. Me and guy just crashed on this field and led there.
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Now I was tripping pretty hard, the grass was morphing in such a fashion that it appeared like waves in the ocean. Everything had a cartoon feel to it, bold in colour, bright and outlined. I couldn't enjoy this too much as my stomach was feeling so bad. I knew the inevitable was going to happen, I was going to be sick. It has happened to me once before when I took 6 drops of liquid cid. So I was sat there in the sun with Guy, police all around at check points and patrolling maybe one hundred yards away. We were laughing hard from the come up of the cid and then I just vomited everywhere, laughing in between being sick. This whole situation was quite funny to me, the fact I was being sick, laughing and there was so much police everywhere. As I was sick I was tripping more and more. Guy began to be sick also. This image will never leave me. I rolled over onto my back and gazed up into the sky. The few clouds in the sky looked so detailed and were moving around each other. Then a barrage of flies were above my head and were annoying me a lot. so we decided to go back to the campsite now we had relaxed a bit and had a better state of mind.
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As we walked up to the entrance and the sniffer dogs I remember stumbling a lot bouncing off Guy. We must have looked so obvious to everyone but not one person or police officer said a word. As we got closer to the campsite the sounds of a festival hit me again, this time they did not affect my state of mine so I was happier now. I felt though as if I had been beaten up or hadn't slept in a longtime, although I had enough sleep the night before. This started to play on my mind a little. We got back to the tents and I placed on these sun glasses that gave everything and orange tint. This amazed me and was pretty cool to view everything for a while.
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I was again sat in my tent looking out at my three friends. I noticed I had lost a lot of my brain power. By this I mean I couldn't think very well, I couldn't do much of anything. I felt as if I lost half of my IQ. I was also getting more and more tired. I felt as if I could pass out and go to sleep which was now worrying me. It was only 2pm. I fought to stay awake and wondered what was going on. I kept getting distracted from every thought by looking at the texture and detail on my tent, looking at the sky things like this.
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I have once heard about loosing your ego on cid, becoming someone you are not, so I thought maybe this was happening to me. I had taken a lot of cid this time. As I had these glasses on no one could see where I was looking. So I sat there listening and watching my two friends on ketamine. I was thinking how stupid they sounded and how they were being quite foolish. This amused me. I saw Guy who also looked brain dead led on his back. I laughed and said to him that I had wrecked my brain this time. I also noticed my motor skills had been reduced to basically nothing. I tried engaging in the conversation to bring my state of mind back to sanity and regain control of everything. It was working after a while so I was feeling better. I would laugh at things with a very cheeky giggle. I looked at my ketamine and decided to do a small line. It was very very small as I was on a lot of cid. I racked it up onto a bank card and snorted it. This was where things began to get very weird.
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I went into my tent to put on a change of clothing as we were going out into the festival soon. I closed my tent up and got distracted by how my skin looked so weird. How it was morphing around and appeared to be raising from my body and back down onto it. I then sat up right in shock at what I heard. I had never before really had sound hallucinations but I have heard about them from certain people. There were many people here from all over England with different accents. But I noticed that everything was being echoed and distorted to my ears. Each individual voice was being echoed and bent into a weird sound. This freaked me out to the point I un-zipped my tent and fell out with just my underwear on. I had shock on my face and looked at Guy. I said to him that this was too weird and he laughed at me. I quickly got back in and put my clothes on.
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When I came out it got worse. It seemed everyone was speaking a different language to me, even the music was echoed and distorted. It all merged into this language I could not understand. Then I remembered something a friend once told me. He said that his uncle once took a lot of cid at a festival and these people fed him quite a bit of ketamine. He went insane and heard everyone in an unknown language. He had to be taken to France for a few months to sort his sanity out. This thought scared the hell out of me.
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I jumped up and had to get away from all these people and sounds. Guy followed me and also the other two friends. I said that I was again going out of the whole festival but hey insisted on following. As I walked to the entrance/exit I was walking at a fast furious pace with my hands on my head. Only Guy decided to follow me in the end. I got outside of it again and Guy was questioning what I was doing, what was wrong with me. It sometimes was so bad I couldn't understand anyone, but sometimes it was just weird and understandable. I paced again across the field and I remember that these distorted sounds now sounded as if I was stood in a room and they were bouncing off the walls, although I was stood out in a field.
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I said to Guy that it was crazy, that this had never happened before. I turned around to face the festival from a far. It's hard to explain this part but these distorted sounds, I could actually see them coming from the direction they were being echoed, it was quite weird. they were being woven and entwined around each other. I turned again and paced off insanely. the police hadn't even questioned anything me and Guy had done, we were just randomly waking around this field where no one was around.
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We sat down and as soon as we did Guy jumped up and shouted. He had been stung by a bee which wasn't good for me as I am allergic to bee stings. So we had to leave that place again. We walked in a different direction, I was thinking and thinking if this would be permanent, these sound hallucinations. If they would ever go away. They were very weird and I couldn't handle them. I noticed how everything looked amazing though, how it looked so clean, so vibrant and cartoon like. This was very good cid and I had done too much.
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We walked to where you drive into the airfield when you arrive there. There were again so much police. We were going to leave the festival all together but decided we would have to climb over a barb wire fence and there were police all over, so it would look a bit weird to them. Then we realized we had no drink. It was a very hot day so if we were going to leave the whole festival for a few hours we needed a drink. We turned back to go and get one. I saw this teenage boy who was waking away from the entrance very fast and noticed a lot of security coming after him. They had ATVs and some were running. They surrounded him and searched him. Then I heard in the distorted way, ''knifeee knifeee'' as it echoed and bent around time.
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This specific moment in time in England there was a lot of knife crime and murders so I guess they needed to have tight security. Anyway I then had a paranoia enter my mind that was quite irrational due to the cid. I thought that it would be so easy for terrorists to infect themselves with a deadly, contagious disease such as small pox or something, to attend this festival and spread it around. This thought stayed with me and I focused on it so much. This cid really screwed with my mind.
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After we had got a drink I led on that field again not daring to go back in. Guy was still with me. he seemed to be fine, tripping nicely. But he didn't take any ketamine yet. I was thinking hard about everything and I decided it was best to go home from everything. As we sat there again a police officer with a sniffer dog was walking towards us. Finally someone had realized how random and weird we were being. He casually took his dog close to us and past us. The dog didn't smell any drugs on us although I remembered I had mdma and ketamine on me at this point. After he went I threw my 2 grams of ketamine away and my gram of mdma. That is how much I wanted to go and not to take any more drugs.
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I had to ring my mum and tell her what I had done. I am pretty upfront and blunt with my mum when it comes to drugs. She sounded so happy to hear me and was about to go out for a mea with friends. This made it so hard to tell her because I knew I would wreck her day. I told her and she wasn't happy to say the least. She couldn't come and pick me up so we had to contact Guy’s dad who had brought us there in the first place. It is a two hour drive there and a 2 hour drive back. He had done this once already today and I felt so guilty of making him do it again. But I had to go, I couldn't take these noises and thoughts much longer. He said he would come but he would be three hours until he was here as he was visiting Guy’s mum who was at the hospital getting treatment as she had cancer. I felt even worse about this, the amount of shame and guilt I had was too much.
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I went back to the campsite to unpitch my tent and get my things. My three friends were there and quite sad for me to go, but I had to do it. They were trying to convince me to stay but it wasn't ever going to happen.
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When I got into Guys dad’s car I was still tripping and I was explaining to him what had happened. I could understand him but everything was still echoed and distorted. We didn't speak much in the car but I mentioned how sorry I was and how much of an inconvenience it was. On the drive back I saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I had ever seen, this warmed my heart a little and I admired it for quite a long time.
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The sound hallucinations that I hated so much much stayed with me for the next day also, but the were not as bad. I think it was the ketamine that set them off but I cannot be sure. If I ever do cid again I am not using ketamine with it in that dose.<!-- End Body -->
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I never expected my night to be anything like it was. I had tripped on lsd quite a few times before this experience, but I had never truly had an out-of-body experience. I wanted to make sure I had taken enough to experience a real acid trip. Man, did I have it coming. It had been about 4 months since I last took lsd, and I thought it had been long enough of a wait to trip again. My friends told me that 'bottle caps' or 'sweet tarts' were in town. I wasted no time in buying some, however, I wondered how many I would need to take to truly experience an acid trip. I was told to take 2 bottle caps to achieve such a trip. I was then told that each bottle cap had about 3 hits on it.
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My settings for my previous trips had all been generally similar, go to a friend’s house where no parents were home and stay the night there, as he was my sober friend watching me. This time, I went to a friend’s house that I had been to many times before, but never to drop out. I was ready to fly high in the sky, or so I thought at least. We listened to some young jeezy, not what I would listen to while being high, and so I put on my headphones and listened to some calmer music. My setting and mindset were overall in poor states, as I was still recovering form my previous trip 4 months ago, and at someone’s house where I had never tripped.
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Within about 1 hour of my first dose, 20 minutes after taking the second dose, I began to feel something, a slight twinkle in my legs which told me that it was going to be some real acid. Within the next 10 minutes however, something all of the sudden happened. My body started to get warm, and I began to feel anxiety as the carpet right before me on the floor began to come alive. This is about where I realized that I shouldn't have as much as I did, little to late. Over the next 20 minutes after that, my heart started to beat fast and I simply told myself 'It's ok, just relax, I am going to be fine.' I then took my headphones off since I started to become confused at why I couldn't feel their presence in my ears anymore. I stood up and walked over to a counter and I began to trip.
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My heart started to beat harder, I breathed much deeper, and I became very warm. Now that the first dose was pretty much in full effect, I began to worry beyond belief. I grabbed the chair that I had been sitting in before, and I heard bullets being fired, I then ducked behind the chair then stood back up as the tracks of the bullets were frozen in mid-air. I then began to feel a change. The bullets turned in to Fighter Planes and they roared incredibly loud, flying straight into my stomach and chest, causing me to feel as if I had been hit. Now that I was experiencing some difficulty I brought it to my friends attention that I needed to go meet up with my other friends, two of them whom I had tripped many times before with, which was who I should have been with to begin with. As I was waiting about 15 minutes it had felt like, to go meet up with my other friends, I began to experience very strong synesthetic feelings.
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I looked over at the wall and it began to turn and twist as a whole, and as it turned, it became lit ablaze with very colorful fire. As this was happening, I began to hear echoes and these echoes became visible to me as patterns of what appeared to be faces which flew by me in waves. The most unbelievable thing happened next. To describe exactly what my vision becomes on a dose of LSD would be something like having a fish eyed view - stretched peripherals and a cartoon like world in front of me. I began to see and feel time turn into frames of life. I saw heat signatures of patterns enfolding right before my eyes, eventually making it impossible to make clear what I was really looking at in reality.
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I then began to slip away from my body, as I saw a body standing right in front of me for a brief second as it became engulfed in waves of lightning. This body turned around standing right in front of me, it was me, and no I was no where near a mirror at the time. I felt as if I had made a mistake, and many things began to happen, which had been reported by others who have also had a troubled experience, like mine, before. I frantically asked myself if I was going to be insane for the rest of my life, if I would ever be the same after this. The scariest thought I had was the question of 'Am I going to die? O my sweet mother of God my heart is going to stop on me,' as my heart was galloping from the adrenaline ridding through my body. I felt as if I had snorted a few grams of cocaine and then taken acid, since my previous trips were no where near this 'quick.'
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Now, I got into my friends car as he drove me to my destination. While driving along, I don't remember doing so, but I apparently bit into the seatbelt of his car telling him it tasted like chocolate..? While this was going on, I looked at the road as it began to wave and the trees began to sway and touch down on the road in front of me. It seemed as if everything was about 3 seconds behind in my head, as things weren't really processing visually as they should have...I wonder why. Eventually I arrived at my destination and ran out of the car faster than I have ever ran before, and I found my friends with about 12 other people sitting in a circle in a vacant lot between two houses, one of which my friend lives in.
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I simply fell onto the ground and my friends began to light a bowl up in front of me. While this was going on I prayed that God not kill me yet, for I was only 17 at the time, and if he would let me live I would never drop out again for the rest of my life. After this my friend lit the bowl in front of my face. As soon as I had hit the bowl, my trip changed, I finally calmed down. I began to sink into the ground through the grass, and all of the sudden, my throbbing head began to inflate and deflate in relation to how I was breathing. At one point I took the biggest breath I could and my head became a balloon hooked up to a helium tank. This was the beginning of my out-of-body experience.
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I held my breath and the sky became still, and I exhaled all of the air out of my body, and the Kaleidoscopic patterns began to soar very fluently. I saw many different objects crumble, re-shape and reappear in the sky, as these objects moved diagonally in the sky. I suddenly felt my head inflate and I heard a balloon inflate at the same time...weird. My head eventually detached from the rest of my body for brief periods of time. I was unable to speak coherently or perform any actions even close to being considered sane at the time. This part of the trip is hard to remember as it had now been 2:30 hours since my first dose. I was not even peaking on my second dose yet...
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The next few hours were very difficult to remember, as I am reporting this trip about 9 months afterwards. Eventually, we went back to my friend’s house and I began to see faces laughing and giggling on the walls as the walls would bend again and again. I then did the most stimulating thing I have ever experienced, video games. I played games at a speed that blew me and my friends out of the water. Everything became a speedy rush as if every moment of my life was being lived on a rollercoaster, stuck in a seat that I cannot leave, but full of energy.
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I eventually fell asleep at about 7am-730am and was still noticing some effects for the next couple hours (I had taken the first dose at about 7:15pm the day before). My pupils eventually receded and came to a normal size at about 11am that morning, I had a 16-hour body high. I survived a night that open my mind up and showed me that drugs were not the path I was wanting to do, and it has been a long time since taking any harder hallucinogens. I am doing 1000 times better now and feel great, ready to continue my life.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 17</td><td> </td></tr>
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I am a male 18 years old of average body weight. I have always been interested in mind altering substances. To this day I have only experimented with alcohol, marijuana and now LSD. Nowadays I no longer use marijuana however I still drink alcohol fairly often. Up until recently I never had or knew of a way to purchase something like LSD. I suppose it always seemed to me as one of the hard drugs.
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Recently a friend of mine, who I do not see that often anymore announced that he could get LSD. Of recent times he has been right into experimenting with many new drugs other than alcohol and marijuana, due to this he had acquired a lot of new contacts and now knew of someone who could get him LSD. Naturally when I heard this news I was very keen to get some, as I have always been particularly interested in the psychedelic side of drugs. Anyway, I purchased one blotter tab off him for $20AU, to me this seemed fairly expensive. But never having purchased it before I didn’t really know what to expect and it wasn’t much money to try something new that I had been wanting to try.
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I was amazed by the size of one dose, it’s really is tiny. It was a little piece of coloured paper wrapped in foil. I had also heard that it was important to keep LSD in the freezer to preserve it so this was also done. On the day I decided take the dose I’d had a fairly late night the night before and was slightly hungover from drinking. I am sure this had a negative effect on the experience. I arrived home in the morning at about 10:00am and took the tab at about 10:30am along with a few toasted sandwiches and juice. After taking the dose and eating breakfast I headed up stairs, I started watching TV to fill in time as I knew I would have to wait a while for it to set in.
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After about 30mins I began to feel a slight change in thinking patterns but just assumed it to be my imagination at this stage. About 5 or 10mins after that I began to notice little things changing. If I really stared at my curtains they would ripple slightly but nothing special at all. Throughout this time my stomach seemed very gassy and often made gurgling sounds so I could tell that it was being absorbed.
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Realising that it was just beginning to come on I turned off the lights, lay on my bed and put on interesting melodic music. After another 10mins I began to find myself staring at my curtains and could now see clearly that they were moving. They were moving as a whole thing, almost as if they were attached to a board and this board was being rocked forwards and backwards. I then began to notice my sheets and if I let my vision run they began to resemble some sort of skin. When I saw this I new that the LSD was starting to take more of an effect, so got up and sat at my computer and became fascinated with my desktop background. It is a 3D computer generated picture that starts out bright in the middle then darkens off on the outsides and allover it there is sort of like a network of wormlike structures with brighter parts to them. Normally it is an interesting looking picture but now the wormlike structures were beginning to squirm about the screen, particularly at the brighter spots.
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Suddenly I noticed one of my walls, this wall is brown and the lower part of it is fairly dirty from peoples hands touching it. The finger marks appear a whitish sort of colour against the brown wall. When I looked at these marks they spread right up my wall and onto the ceiling but they were no longer just marks they resembled a sort of Asian script. If I put my ear against the wall and looked at them side on they appeared to be raised off the wall. Now it was just a foggy looking haze that now flowed down off the wall at a very fast pace. It was like watching fog get blown into a valley, if you have ever seen this happen. All of a sudden what was happening sunk in, it was amazing, everything in my house was incredible to look at, to touch! I then couldn’t stop smiling as I ran around the house like an idiot feeling and looking at different things, each one just as amazing as the next.
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Soon I found myself looking at all our pictures on the walls. One painting in particular, well two, they are meant to be put together and were sold as a set. The sides that face each other are a rich yellow with blots of red and the outer sides are indiscernible people shaped patterns, each a different colour. Staring at these paintings was amazing as the once stationary red blots were now jumping between the pictures with amazing trails. I could not stop it happening, relaxing or concentrating my eyes did nothing, it was just how I saw it.
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Other less stimulating pictures would appear far away only to race up towards my eyes and become what appeared to be about five times larger than they were when I first looked at them. The other amazing thing was when I found the mirror in my bathroom. It was me but then again it wasn’t. Imagine a thousand photographs of your face are taken from the front but each one at a slightly different angle, left, right, up, down. Then play all the shots back to yourself at about five every second and that is how I saw myself in a mirror. It was interesting but a tad unnerving at the same time.
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My sense of touch was as heightened as my sense of sight, I felt as though I could keep pulling off my skin as I pinched myself. I amazingly could pinch myself as hard as I possibly could and would not feel any pain. It was as though I was encased in a layer of dough. As well as my own skin, my dogs fur felt pretty amazing in-between seeing him turn into a wolfish looking creature and then appear as himself. The colour of his fur would change uniformly as if adjusting the hue of a picture on a computer screen. By now it had been about 2 hours since it took the LSD.
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I was feeling very different but it still knew where I was and what was going on and I still had a good 4 or so hours until anybody would come home. I figured that it wouldn’t come on anymore and I would be fine by about 3:00pm. But while walking around the house I felt a sudden kind of jolt or something in my head, like my consciousness had periodically been jerked out of my head, all of a sudden I didn’t really know where I was and no longer felt with it. All my hearing had become muffled and strange so I sat down and felt a bit better. Then it happened again but stronger this time, it was then I realised what I’d got myself into. I turned the heating off and went to my room, closed my curtains and got into bed. Strangely enough I felt far more sane with my eyes closed.
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I spent the next hour in this position freaking out. I was panicking as my mum would be home in about 2 hours and I didn’t know how long I would be like this for. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to hold down a conversation and not let on that I was fucked. I drifted in and out of what felt like consciousness, gibberish persistently echoed around my head in this scratchy old sounding English accent??! My heart was racing and nothing was as it seems, the walls of my room were convulsing and pulsating. Periodically the whole room would appear to tilt on a 45degree angle. Still realising that this is was in fact just the LSD and that it would eventually go away, I just put up with it and shut my eyes. It may not have been an all that unpleasant experience if no one was going to be home in a few hours. I would probably have had loosened up a bit and not been in such a state. But at the time I kept thinking why have it taken this? Will I ever be normal again? I missed normality but that’s were I was and I had to deal with it. It did get quite terrifying at times and I shuddered to think that this was only one tabs work and couldn’t imagine what taking five or something would be like. Not getting any better I figured I’d put on the TV again, this did wonders as I would have a few seconds at a time where I knew what was going on. Then just as quickly as I’d recover my consciousness, it would be ripped from the side of my head again.
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At about 2pm, two friends came round to see me, this turned out to be very fortunate as one of them had used LSD before and had experienced all this. She was able to reassure me that it would wear off eventually and just to relax, while her boyfriend kept me entertained (and conscious) with stupid comments, as he likes to do. The three of us sat in my room watching TV and I’d have snippets of conversation with them in my more sober moments. This was great as I had people to reassure me and some company, I began to feel better again. Despite this I was still tripping incredibly and my room was still bending and bowing uncontrollably. I still found this fairly disconcerting as my mum was going to be home within the hour. My mum did come home within that hour and came straight to see me and who I had over. I just said I was very hungover and she went away and she didn’t bother us anymore. I was lucky she didn’t ask too many questions as I would be unable to provide much of a coherent answer.
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Another hour went by and the three of us just continued to chill out as we had been doing afternoon. Then almost as quickly as I had realised that I was tripping, I felt extremely spacy but sober and like my brain had just run a marathon. Suddenly I was capable of conversing without my consciousness deserting me. I could walk straight and the room stopped rotating. The drug was far from gone but it never returned as it did earlier that day. Surfaces still swam when stared at them and the Asian script was still in full view but the high was just fun now, not too intense. Soon after this happened my friends went home and I was extremely thankful that they came along. Then a good 2 hours after that I went out for a walk in the cool evening, the sky was clear and the fresh air was fantastic. Looking up at the stars still provided me with flashes of colour, the lights in the valley looked brighter and their colours were much more intense. I was basically myself again but was just feeling very spacey and mellow, not a bad feeling really. I pondered the day’s experience very deeply on the walk. I felt extremely mentally drained but very relaxed.
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It was a truly incredible experience but wasn’t something to be taken lightly, not like have a few tokes or a couple of beers to relax, it was something pretty heavy. It was like the classic drug scene from movies, the hallucinations were unbelievable. I can’t say I was having debates with posters on my walls or flying gracefully down the stairs of my house on the back of a unicorn but you catch my drift. The experience opened my eyes amazingly to what the mind could do if provided with the right ingredients. I would definitely do LSD again but definitely in the company of others I trust. I think that I will be waiting a while to do so though, my brain should be allowed a fair bit of time to recover. As I have only taken it once I don’t know if I have a low tolerance, if that was a particularly strong tab or that’s what your are supposed to feel off one tab.<!-- End Body -->
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I am eighteen years old and on my way with P and G to see Widespreaed Panic in Nashville. I have never really listened to them, but I know from friends that the scene is like a Grateful Dead show. We are stocked up on cannibus and beer, but I am concerned because we do not have any acid. At this point in my life, I have tripped around 40 times. Needless to say, I am wide ass open and I want to trip every chance I get!
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We get to the parking lot and I jump out of the car and run up to the first hippie I see and ask if he knows where we can find some dose. Well, I have asked the right guy! He must assume I'm not a cop from my long hair, Liberty overalls with no shirt, bloodshot eyes, and shit-eatin' grin! He looks over his shoulder a couple of times and pulls a large piece of paper out of some foil. We buy 10 hits. I eat 4, P eats 3, and G eats 1. This leaves 2 hits in my sock.
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We get into the show and I am berzerk. The acid hasn't kicked in but I am stoned, drunk, young, and dumb. I am screaming another buddy, C's name at an annoyingly high decibal, trying to find him in the crowd. We find C and he is with our other buddy, D. These guys went to a high school on the other side of town, but we know them through the stoner circuit. I had also come to the same arena a few months earlier with C and D to see a Rusted Root show. Good show! However, right now C and D are acting shady and snotty. They probably have something like coke and do not want to share, so they say they are going to go up front.
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The show starts!
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Widespead Panic is getting down, but I am in a strange state of mind. The pine trees looming over both sides of the stage have begun to take on the appearance of several Gargamels from the Smurfs, only his chin juts out just as far as his nose! I feel very self-centered and begin to take imaginary things very personally. I don't realize it and I would not admit it if I did, but this may come from the fact that I feel threatened and out of my element for not really knowing WP's music. I feel the need to represent myself, so I start 'dancing' with myself. Man, am I going nuts! We are near the back-left of the open area, and the crowd collectively decides to give me some space, forming a circle. I am psycho: spinning, flailing of arms, kicking of legs, and basically making a total jackass of myself with a circling crowd of hot chicks and frat boys making wisecracks at me. At one point at the end of a song, I jump as high in the air as I can and land flat on my back!
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This all seems totally necessary. It is as if I feel the need to confront every one of my mental quirks, but the trouble is that I keep getting quirkier by the minute. My friend G attempts to act as a voice of reason and tells me to sit down and chill out because I am freaking him and P out. They just want to enjoy the show, you know like normal people. It seems to me that he is trying to act like my Daddy. Does he not realize that I have been divinely summoned to dance like Turbo and Ozone in Breakin' 2: the Electric Boogaloo?
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Well I would have been better off to listen to him, because I was about to unwittingly embark on a riskier mission. Now I am roaming through the crowd and I feel like I am the only person with emotions or something. Everything everyone is talking about seems so vain, and yet I feel so subordinate to everyone. If there is a fine line between sanity and sociopathy, I am now moon-walking on it. I mesh with crowds of moving people acting as normal as possible until out of the blue, I surprize the masses with oohgah-boogah-chant-babble and bust back into the freaky-time dance! This gets me several threats of ass-whippings which I totally deserve. I believe I am a spy-prankster saving mankind by freaking people out for their own good! At one point I get right up in this cute girl's face (I hope she was not tripping) and make the most twisted goatfuck mug I can muster while delivering a blood-curdling witch-cackle while throwing one leg up edgewise and figeting my fingers together like Montgomery Burns before backpedaling away from her. I am in a place to which cartographers do not make maps.
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All of this behavior is way out of character for me. My whole life I have generally been well-liked by all my classmates. Maybe there are some deep-rooted issues of acceptance by my peers coming out of the closet here. I must sound like a basket-case, but an inferiority complex is the least of my problems. I don't know it at the moment, but my ego will soon become a total loss!
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I feel positive energy rippling off a certain area of the audience. I am getting excited because I am beginning to achieve rainbow-body! Everywhere I turn I am greeted with a spectrum of color and cheer! I believe that I am a way aways from my friends and now I am entertaining a new group of spectators with the suicide-shuffle. And they like me! They really like me! People are throwing their arms around my shoulders and offering me tokes of cannibus and such, but I can tell that I need to tone it down and fake like I am alright so as blend with the mellow crowd as I drift towards the outside of the circle. So I am cool with this: I can act up in the middle of the circle, but I try to chill towards the crowd. This may be the last rational thought of the night for me. And it was a fleeting moment, at best.
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Unbeknownst to me, G and P are keeping a watchful eye on me from a safe enough distance so that nobody would notice that they are my friends. What I do next is so sadistic that my memory bank does not allow record of it to this day. Luckily, I had two credible witness whom I trust to lay me out on the exact details later. G and P watch in horror as I relieve myself on some poor concert-goer's back! They quickly intervene to explain my condition to the man who was on the receiving end of my golden shower. My amnesia dissipates about the time I am in mid-stream, at which point I discover that I have no more fans. Imagine the embarrassment. In one awkward instant, I went from the coolest dude in the world (in my own mind) to a scared toddler making a wee-wee, and oh yeah.......showing off my softie to a group of total strangers!
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This leads me into a train of thought that reality is not real, and by God, I think I can prove it. My bone-headed plan is so brilliantly retarded: I ought to attack security! If I had an ounce of logic during this lapse of sanity I would have picked a yellowcoat closer to my own size. But no! I just run as fast as I can toward a man who is the embodiment of a military Hum-V and give him the old George McFly (you know 'keep your damn hands off her'), only this guy doesn't fold up afterwards like Biff! He picks me up like a ragdoll over his shoulder and I am pounding on his back! I am ashamed to say that I must look quite a lot like Olive Oil over Bluto's shoulder at this point! Some other members of security notice the hub-bub and feel it would be a good idea to not only restrain my arms but also bend them up towards the back of my head in a manner just shy of dislocating both my shoulders. This moment now marks the end of my good time. What, has it not sounded like fun thus far?
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The pain in my shoulders is too much to bear so I now truly feel like the victim. I have difficulties grasping the concept of the prepetual drama at the speed in which it is now unfolding before my primitive eyes and mind. The trip is at full peakage and is begining to take religious overtones. I am reminded of Christ on the cross. I feel that I have been chosen to bear the yoke of humanity. The confusion on the faces onlookers makes me wonder I have maybe just been in some type of life-threatening accident. They take me into a security building and into a room of puke-yellow cinder block walls and plop me into a folding metal chair.
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Everything is so surreal. I can still hear the groovy music outside the doorway. I feel like this can not be happening to me. I believe I may be able to stop the current situation by returning back a few moments in time. My heart is in the right place, but my brain is sunny-side-up! Did I really attack security or is this some type of mental conspiracy against me. I am baffled by the setting into which my airplane has just crashed. I was free and now I am not. It is too perplexing. Do these people not know that I am a good person? I wonder if I am on Candid Camera. I feel that I am not being let on. There is a constant blur of non-hipsters (cops, security, paramedics) coming in and out of the door.
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Well, this all happened while G and P were still trying to patch things up with my involuntary water-sport partner, so they saw it all go down. They actually followed the pissed-off troupe of security guards who carted me up to the security office and once there, they broke the news to the cops who were arriving that they were my friends! They now have the pleasure of spending the rest of their trip with cops who just found acid in my sock! The cops decide from the size of my friends' pupils that they are tripping and proceed to ask them a series of routine questions.
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'Is my face melting? Do you see that? Nevermind, nevermind it was just a spaceship, WAIT!!!.....do you see that? Holy shit, son, it's a god-damn lightning bug! Do you think this is funny? Your friend in there may be schizophrenic from now on because of the dope y'all gave him. You ever seen a cop do the Chubby Checker? Lopez, put down that bear-claw and do the twist for these kids!' That type of stuff.
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Meanwhile, I get the idea that the one female security guard in the room has big plans to tell the boisterous crowd to leave the two of us alone so she can sex-me-up-style. I am blowing kisses and giving her the 'I know what's on your mind, you want a piece of Charlie Manson here' look. Either the realization that I am I bufoon or the seemingly constant cycle of strip searches, pinlights in the eyes, and pat-downs caused me to decide to buck the system. I make a dash for the door! Someone guides me back into the chair. I stand up and two people now physically force me into the chair. I shift in the seat and three people hold me still in the chair. This claustrophobic string of events leads me to believe that I am a prisoner of war in a dungeon-cell miles underground and I have been subjected timid forms of emotional abuse for as long as I can remember for the purpose of mind control. I have to break out!
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I slide off of my seat like a snake and slither onto the floor, where I am now on my back. While they are attempting to pick me up I discover that my legs are longer than their arms, so I am kicking like hell and pushing off of them with my legs and I am backing myself toward the wall so they can not get behind me because I want to keep kicking them! This was working well for me but I didn't know that they were about to show me a quick trick for being so slick. Apparently, I gave these poor folks a workout, because my friends told me later that three sizable cops came out of the room upset and out of breath, but that may have only been because they pepper-sprayed me and themselves in the process. And let me tell you, you have not lived until you have been pepper-sprayed on acid!
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I am now convinced that I have died. This idea probably came from the fact that being pepper-sprayed feels like suffocation by Tabasco. They also took the liberty of putting me in a handsome hog-tie of handcuffs! The chains give me the impession that I am in a pugatory-type of existance, not of this world but nonetheless like the world and its binding propeties. I can move my legs but not my arms and vice versa. Oh good Lord! It is really like they told me in church? After I died I am still stuck with myself, only now I have to suffer the consequences of having died while not being 'right' with God! It should be noted that I am now agnostic. That is, I feel that there may well be a God (or Goddess for that matter!), but it is not my place as a human to know, and if God does exist, He understands my logical assumption that He does not exist and would not punish me for such, I hope! I guess I have been conditioned by my upbringing in such a way that I will never really be comfortable admitting this. Now let's go back to 1997: I feel that I am in an Abraham's Bosom of sorts. Only I must wait for the second coming of Christ before I may plead for my oppurtunity to enter the kingdom of heaven. But how long will this take?!
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I am also toying with the idea that I was escorted out of the show for a higher purpose. Several things lead my mind in this direction. I think that maybe I am correct to assume that reality as I have always known it is not real. My memory may have only been implemented to keep my soul at bay until I realized the cosmic truth. At which point, when I realized reality did not exist and hit the security guard, it was a call to the archangel Michael (the heavenly form of Jesus) to sound the trump and officially announce that it was Judgement Day, and yet had it not always been Judgement Day? I felt that the security guards knew this, and that they may have actually been angels that were with me in the security office to iron out all the kinks, and maybe bring me to the point that I could be forgiven for dying under the wrong circumstances.
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They ask me my name. I tell it to them assuming that it is so they could check for it in the Book of Life. They ask me if I know what concert I am at. I tell them 'Widespread Panic.' They all smile at each other. It all seems to make perfect sense.
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Of coarse, if reality had existed as I once knew it, I would have gone to see a show and chosen to get out of my mind on acid when the world would have come to an end. But have we not always been trying to answer this riddle? In a continuing string of life form possibilities, would I ever be able to make the right decisions? We have all been through this so many times! Unbound by the dimension of earthly time, I am in the picture-show of what my life could have been, but every time I have made the ignorant decision to revolt and have essentially blown it for my spirit. Why have I been such a stubborn old soul? I don't have the strength to fight anymore. Is there not some type of special arrangement that may ensure that I do not end up for an eternity in Hell? Is that not why most of my captors are showing concern for my well-being, or are they only leading me deeper into their diabolical plan to feed their goblin-energy with the eternal consumption of my soul?
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There are a couple of things, however, that are just too deep to try to fathom. Why is one fat redneck cop eating Ritz-Bitz peanut butter sandwiches with no drink in the god-awful southern summer heat? And why is he periodically throwing one at me as I lie in an oblivion of despair? I come to discover that he is only throwing the single crackers with no peanut butter on them. You know, the ones at the bottom of the bag that fell apart.
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Meanwhile, my friends have been so polite outside with the cops that they have actually convinced these cops to let me go home on one condition: a paramedic would do a final analysis (basically wave a pin light in front of my face and nothing else) to make sure I was good to go. It couldn't be better news! Things are really looking up for me, right? Only one problem: my mind is up somewhere in the stratosphere!
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So the paramedic comes in and has the cops get me uncuffed and such. He then waves a light in my face again and says, 'OK, you're free to go!' He must be playing some sort of prank on me, I think. I am so fed up with the repetitive process. I have tapped back into the rage that has fed my rebellion through my numerous life possibilities through which I have been so disgraced! I decide to press on and fight the not-so-good fight! So what do I do? I open-hand bitch-slap the poor paramedic across his 5 o' clock shadow! Well that is all she wrote for me. They appropriately cart me off to jail in the back of a cop car that is tuned in to none other than the Classic Rock Station from Beyond, as far as I can tell. While the cop up front listens to the old, twangy Pure Prairie League tune that is playing the way it was meant to be heard:
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'Amy, what you gonna do? I think I could stay with you, for a while, maybe longer if I do.'
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To me it sounded more like a code from above:
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'JC, how you gonna tell? I think I could stay in Hell, for a while, maybe longer if I do.'
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The song gives me the heebie-jeebies to this day.
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So I get to jail and I am convinced that it is a personal hell of my design. I am forced to take a few shots. No, not whiskey shots, tuberculosis shots and what not! Did I mention that I am petrified of needles? I choose not to test the limits of reality while they stick me with needles. Now, there is some evil shit going on this jail. I keep a humble demeanor, because I think that a group of saved people are behind some glass (clear glass, that is, I can plainly see the people), formed up like a jury to decide if I might be saved. And it is not looking good for me, because every member of the jury of my imaginary peers appear to be straight-laced Republicans! In retrospect, it seems that these may have been total hallucinations. This is happening while I am getting my mugshot, so surely there are not any old ladies and folks on the other side of a window. I cannot explain it.
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After all this I am on a cold metal bench being processed and I start to cry.......and sing! I must have tugged on the lady's heartstrings who was processing me in to the computer system, because she showed true empathy on her face when she should have been laughing her fool-ass off! This further leads me to believe that she understands my plight, and I am correct to assume that I am in the Big Waiting Room Upstairs. She can not ignore the despair in my voice. I am truly singing the blues! I grace her with my psychotic vocal stylings of the gospel tune 'Jesus is on the Mainline,' and again, I am in jail, crying, and singing at full volume!
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'Jesus is on the mainline, tell him what you want, oh!
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'Jesus is on the mainline, tell him what you want, oh!
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Jesus is on the mainline, tell him what you want!
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Just call him up, and tell him what you want!
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Oh if you need a lawyer, tell him what you want.............'
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I feel that I have the answer! I will praise the Lord even though I know that I am facing the possibility of an eternity in Hell. How could God put me in Hell if I praise him? This may be what they mean by 'weeping and gnashing of teeth' (Luke 13:28).
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To make matters freakier the tile floor is checkered black and white. These tiles faintly form the M.C. Escher-esque image of angels and demons in an etheral waltz. It also seems that these angels and demons make up the cage that binds me, so they actually ARE the floor, walls, and ceiling. It is just easier to see that by looking at the black and white floor where, like an eternal chess match, they plainly dance to their tiresome hearts' desire. A perfect stale-mate!
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When they throw me into the drunk-tank with the other inmates, I feel that I am in the general population of lost souls. An old man with a white beard is brought in after me and another guy exclaims, 'Hey Santa Claus! What kind of case do they got on you?'
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A few of the other guys half-laugh and there is a general somberness to the comment. I feel that it is in bad taste to joke at someone's expense when we are all really supposed to be pleading to the Lord to save us from damnation. I try my hand at some good old-fashioned small talk with a fellow next to me who closely resembles Cactus Jack.
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'What are you in for?' I ask.
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'Me and Mama got into it. That bitch cut me and they locked ME up.'
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This poor spirit is confused and not willing to admit his own part in the matter that led to his demise, I think. I guess he will have to just wait and let St. Peter explain it to him, because I don't have the energy. I am totally delusional, lost in my own tangled web of nonsense.
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Well, after being served breakfast, lunch, and dinner I decide that I may actually be in jail. I was arrested with $500 in my pocket but I can not be released on my own recognisance. I place a Collect call to my Mom and she and my brother come to my rescue. As for my friends, they decided I could just screw and headed back to Alabama. For some reason, they felt like they had their fair share of fun with law-dog types that night. I have since given them several playful rations of shit for not bailing me out, but only after they bring up the whole ordeal. They just say, 'Fuck you man, they were gonna let your stupid ass go home!' Well that is my story of the first time I went jail on acid. There has since been two more times, though not quite as dramatic.
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The second and third times I was subsequently arrested for DUI. Note: driving under the influence is stupid and irresponsible and it puts other people at risk.
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The second time I went to jail on acid, I was arrested for DUI. I was at a party on some farmland owned by a buddy of mine's Dad, and from what I understand some dumb idiot threw a rock at a car that was driving up the highway. The cops broke it up and made everyone leave. Well, almost everyone. I was driving the caboose of the party train, and boy did my buddy and I look suspicious! They asked us how many pini colonis (that's redneck for pina colada) we had that evening. I told them I was at zilch. They shined the flashlight in my buddy C's face and said, 'what about you, son?'
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'I only had, hiccup, screws me, ociffer......I only had a couple......ya heard me.'
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When they put the cuffs on me, I had a quarter bag of schwag in my pocket and about a half sheet of blotter in an envelope in my wallet. When I got into the back I got my hands into my front pocket of my jeans (it's not easy but it can be done) and then shoved the baggie as far up my crack as possible without, well, you know. I was admitted into County, forced to give up my clothes and my wallet, and man was I sweating! The lady behind the glass actually asked me as she was thumbing through my wallet, 'You don't have anything tucked away in here for a rainy day, do you?'
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'No ma'am, ma'am. And may I add, ma'am, that you look real nice this evening, ma'am?'
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I made it out the next day with everything, including a charge (which I totally deserved).
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The third time I went to jail on acid, I was with a group of buddies riding around town with a keg in the trunk two weeks after the previous DUI. I do not know what I was thinking. I am a different person now. I think I was so bummed about my legal predicament that I didn't really care what happened to me, and I blamed all my problems on cops. This is not a good frame of mind. Things can always get worse, especially when I deserve it! Anyway, my buddies and me go through the Taco Bell drive-thru and I didn't think they gave me all my food and I got belligerent with the poor girl at the window. She informed me that the cops were on their way to which I replied, ‘Good! I want to file a report about my missing taco!'
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So the cops get there and put me in the back of one of the squad cars and I remember that I have a 15 pack of gelcaps in my wallet. About the time I get them into my mouth (it's not easy but it can be done) one of my buddies who is now waiting on his cab looks in the window at me to give me a peace sign and a shrug so I stick my tongue out. I see him mouth the words,'Oh, shit!'
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I can hardly remember the time I spent this night in jail. Thankfully it was very clean acid, so I had the feeling of a tremendous wave of water rushing over me for about 12 hours. Piece of cake compared to the 4 hits at the Widespread Panic show. I also lost my ability to speak. That was kind of frustrating. A seemingly cool dude was trying to shoot the shit with me in the bullpen but whenever he asked me a question all I could do is nod and shrug. He asked me what high school I had gone to and I knew the answer but I just could not speak. It was like when you try to run in a dream and just can't. He must of thought I was a total dumbass! He was right if he did!
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Please, reader, avoid the mistakes I have made. I don't know if anyone is even stupid enough to do any of these things, but I am very grateful that I never hurt or killed anyone. I always felt like I was cool to drive when I did, but I was not too cool to go to jail. Because of these and other mistakes I have spent a year of my life behind bars. Be careful out there and I wish you all
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 lines</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/khat/">Catha edulis</a></td>
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After a busy and nerve-wracking term at university I went to a psytrance party in the middle of nowhere with my brother, his girlfriend and four of his friends. We had all been pretty close before this, and I was excited for another mind-altering night on LSD. I had tripped twice before that and had an amazing and life-changing time. Acid had consumed me, mentally and spiritually. It was all I thought about and all I wanted to talk about. I believed acid was god's gift to humans; the substance that could save the human race. I never imagined it could ever have a dark side.
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I was arrogant about my tolerance, and dropped two hoffmans and an MDMA without thinking. Within an hour I was getting the usual visuals and feelings, but a nervous tingling that I contributed to the strange area we were in was starting. The trip started out all right. I realised that 'the substance is all around us.' That is, that every single tree, plant, piece of grass and earth is acid. Acid is wonderful, acid is a vibrant pulsating call to consciousness.
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More and more however I was becoming segregated from the group. I am usually quite a solitary person, and drugs cause me to go on solitary wanderings without much thought for my own safety. It was all of a sudden finding myself in the dark, in the middle of a dirt road with only grass and trees all around me that I not only became extremely nervous, but felt a full fledged panic attack overwhelm me. I know now that the crowd was not far away, but my mind had already run away with me, and I believed I was lost and alone. I could feel myself hyperventilating and choking on tears. All of a sudden my brother's friend, who we will call Wyvern, and his dealer, who (unfortunately for me) was commonly known as Hell Boy came across me.
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You would think seeing them would have made me relieved, but instead I felt the most extreme vulnerability and fear overtake me. I was sure that these two men were not here to save me, but instead do unspeakable things to me. In my mind I was now a victim who was about to be raped, and I had to play their mind games or else they would have their way. They, of course, had no idea what I was thinking and casually plonked down on the grass and started chatting. They spoke to me, of course, and I spoke back as a way of 'calming them down out of their ideas to rape me.'
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What happened next was one of those unfortunate things that escalate bad trips. Wyvern and Hell Boy were both on MDMA and decided to kneed and massage each other's backs. I was sitting beside them watching them do it, with wide eyes, and they must have thought I was keen for a massage too, since they knew I was on MDMA. 'Turn around and I’ll massage you,' said Wyvern. He might as well have said 'Turn around so I can sodomize you.' in my head that is what he said. I turned around, in my head I thought they would turn violent if I didn't. He laid his hands on my shoulders, and all of a sudden I jumped up and started running. In my head he had raped me, even if he had only touched me for a second.
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I soon came across my brother and the rest of the party again. Apparently I was as white as a sheet, breathing heavily, it truly looked as if I had been attacked. My brother was obviously concerned and they immediately questioned me. I burst into tears and told them that Wyvern and Hell Boy had raped me. Well, when something like this happens you can imagine the effects. We were all on acid, and all of a sudden somebody says they've been raped.
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I do not wish to go into the details of the next ordeal. It involved trying to determine whether what I said had happened or if it was just the acid. The thing is, in my mind I thought it had happened, and every time some one said 'but maybe you just imagined it' I felt like they were in a conspiracy to silence me as a rape victim or make me think I had imagined things so that they could rape me again. After a grueling and emotionally disturbing time that still leaves me shaking to this day I was finally convinced that it was just the acid and I had not in fact, been raped.
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After that I spent my trip shuddering, panic-stricken and still trying to extricate my thoughts from reality. We all came down a few hours later, and in the sobering light of day we knew things had changed between all of us. My relationship between my brother and I has all but fragmented, and I still can't look Wyvern in the eye. I have not taken acid since and doubt I ever will. I was raped mentally and spiritually, and for 7 hours relived what a rape victim would feel, but worse, since I believed everyone was in a conspiracy to shut me up.
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Truth is, there is nothing on this earth or in the universe better than a good acid trip, but at the same time there is nothing on this earth or the darkest reaches of hell that is as terrifying and disturbing as a bad trip. I was never one of those girls who constantly worries about being raped. Sure, I feared it, but it wasn't something that consumed me. The mind is a very dark and complex thing, and LSD opened up chasms and thoughts I never even knew I had.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
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I'm 19 and acid seemed like an awesome idea. No matter how much i'd prepared for this drug, i never could have predicted the wrath and power of acid.
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It was 5.20pm and NYE was arriving soon on the night, when i took half a tab at my house. I walked to Hungry Jacks as i awaited my friends to pick me up. I felt nothing after 1 hour so i took the second half. Within the next hour shit really started to kick in and i was at a party where only us 4 were on acid and everyone else were just drinking and smoking. I had a joint with a mate too. i was on the fone speaking faster than my lips could move and then i looked at the clear night sky and saw actual universes going past as earth plummeted through space. the stars were drifting around and i saw portals in the most beautiful sky. boundless energy flowed through my body and insanity progressed every minute.
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My close friends, J, Z and D were just starting to peak, and we became gods and everyone else at this party were just sheep compared to us. We looked in the mirror (my big mistake) and saw our own power which made us become evil, and spoke every word with utter passion. Death metal was playing at the party (another bad idea) and i lost control of positivity. My friends and I could understand eachother, yet our thoughts became insane and we had all lost our fucking minds, saying thoughts which made no sense to normal people. 'TONIGHT WE DON'T HOLD BACK' I said and repeated. I tried describing this drug to some guy saying 'this isnt just a drug, this is real, marijuana, pills and anything else is a joke COMPARED TO THIS' i had to let people know the power i had and when some guy tried to make fun of me, i became angry and i shut him down with words so forceful he backed off. This was just my first peak.
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My 3 acid tripping friends and I made it to a bus to go to Broadbeach where fireworks were going to display. After just 15 minutes on the bus, it felt like we had experienced 5 hours and we had a fair way on this bus to continue, but i lost my mind completely and forgot all basic ways humans behave, and i forgot what emotions were. Suddenly everyone on the bus started screaming, literally screaming maybe because new years was appraoching, but they sounded so full of hate, fear... they were demons who didnt let us 3 trip in peace. On the bus i saw a girl spew and piss at the same time, me and my friends lost it, ripped our shirts off and i exposed my muscles to try and ward everyone off and to make them stop screaming. My friends yelled to me 'WE ARE IN HELL LETS GET OFF THIS BUS' luckily we jumped off where it was near Broadbeach! (We were at Pacific Fair)
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As we were sprinting away from the bus we found toilets but the door was locked so me and jason bashed it with our fists and saw the thick wooden door starting to indent. We just walked off and made it to another party where more death metal was being played, but I knew everyone at this party and they were all on drugs. Everyone seemed so friendly yet I had to get out of this bongsmoke ridden hole and we ran to the beach where thousands of people were. my friends lay down, but I couldnt go down I had to keep moving so I just bailed on them and made it into the crowds.
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I saw people fighting and crowds were cheering, and I couldnt understand why causing pain could be considered fun and i questioned every detail about what people could consider fun. I was peaking so hard at this point, I just started talking to this man about logic, he walked off because i wasnt making sense. I closed my eyes for a second and opened them, and my arm was facing forward and this world suddenly portalled out of my hand for me to see everything. I turned 360 degrees and I created life through my hand!
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I made for the crowd and asked every person in my path all my questions that needed answering and in turn I appeared mad. 'why is good so good? why do we need good to feel good? what do we need to do to feel good? what is do? I AM DO AND DO IS ALL!'
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I made my way down the steps to the beach where the fireworks were being displayed, and when they did... the sky became an orgasm of colours of which I questioned every bit of light with the speed of thought no mortal could manage. all these colours and sounds and even the feeling as the earth shook from every explosion left me paused in time and wonder, not even god could make this night better!
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Ok now my mind became what they call 'fucked'. no one was speaking english, I saw my friends again somehow and I ran away from them back to the pacific fair bus station, and I had to find sanity or else I would stay on this trip forever, or just die. so I went up to strangers and tried to talk to them so I could relearn english and find reason to everything I held dear to me.
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Then a bus came i got on without paying AND MY MATES WERE ON IT! we gazed at eachother for a moment and laughed in discovery of eachother once more and my mates got me close to home safely. Taking a piss in a bush as I walked home was incredible, it felt like some evil force was being banished out of my member. as I got home I couldnt work out how to open the door, so I lay outside in the night on a pool floating bed thing and just stared up at the stars once more and travelled through space and time as the sun rose.. the clouds were images of screaming female ghosts as they all morphed into one another, but I was in too much bliss to feel any negativity. stars were swirling in the sky and this sunrise of red ignited the clouds into flames and I just lay for hours watching..
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If you're having a bad trip or you need to find a way to enjoy it more, look at the night sky and let universes overtake you in journeys out of this world :)
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2009</td><td width="90">ExpID: 76061</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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Background: This experience took place in July 2008. I am a male, at the time of the experience I was 23 years old and weighed 125 pounds. I am familiar with a broad range of psychedelic drugs including mushrooms, LSD, DMT &amp; 5-MeO-DMT, Salvia, 2C-I, 2C-E, and have dabbled with many herbs and other substances such as ketamine and nitrous oxide. I take no medications, but use marijuana and yerba mate on a daily basis.<br>
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For this experience I took my usual dose of two hits of LSD plus my usual dose of 20 mg of 2C-I. For me, 2C-I is easily manageable at 20 milligrams, and I have experience combining this dose of 2C-I with a variety of other substances, though I had never combined it with LSD before. I already had maybe 50 2C-I trips under my belt at this time. For LSD, two hits is the most comfortable dose for me. One hit doesn’t take me all the way in, leaving me feeling stuck in my thoughts and emotions. Taking three or four hits of LSD can become more of a challenging trip for me, I often feel socially awkward or have trouble communicating clearly at these higher doses. So for me, two hits of LSD is the happy medium point, a dose I am comfortable with.<br>
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The experience: The day began with tension in the house, fighting between two of my romantically involved roommates, Star and Eliane. I was adamant that I was going to get out to the mountains today, come hell or high water. I had been working lots all summer and really wanted to get out into nature and enjoy myself. Come noontime, Eliane was on the front deck crying and Star was on the back deck sulking and smoking.<br>
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“You ready to go?” I say to Star…<br>
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“Sure.” He says. So I bring the car round back and we make our exit. Giving everyone time to calm down, and space apart from each other.<br>
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“You still want to do acid today?” I query.<br>
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“Honestly… fuck yeah! I need a break… away from all this.”<br>
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We took the 2C-I (twenty milligrams each) about a half hour before getting to our hiking destination. <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> By the time we were ambling down the first leg of the pathway, two hits of good blotter acid freshly tingling on the tongue, I could already feel a little warmth and colour seeping into things. We had taken the 2C-I half an hour before the LSD in order to time the peaks to overlap nicely. For me, I feel 2C-I within 20 minutes but it takes two and a half hours till I peak and has a total duration of eight or nine hours (at a 20 mg dose). LSD I also feel within 20 minutes, but it peaks for me within an hour and a half and the total duration is ten to twelve hours (at a dose of two hits).<br>
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We climbed the side of the canyon and found a mossy ledge in the forest, looking down to the rocks below. Smoking a bowl of pot, and admiring the way the sunshine comes through the trees, imparting a warm golden glow. Green and gold, the colours of the forest, with textured greys of bark and tree, red of mulched needles and pine cones. The acid was definitely beginning to effect me, I felt a sense of nervous anticipation and a little dizzyness. Ignoring this vertigo come-up sensation, we went sliding and falling back down to the canyon floor, an exhilerating ride!<br>
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The first stop on our spiritual journey… a journey we are not yet consciously aware that we are undergoing, although the web of synchronicity is already lined up. The canyon takes a turn, forming a natural gateway. During winter, the canyon is impassable past this point. During winter, the path is choked with a thick sheet of ice. On the rock face, in faint red ochre, are some native rock paintings. Fertility rites, passage of the seasons. Strangely, considering we are nowhere near traditional corn-growing areas, some of the portrayed figures seem to be of Coco Pelle, a god associated with fertility and with corn. He is a mesoamerican corn deity, and on the walls we can see the stalks of corn clasped in his hands. Strange to find this drawn on the walls of a canyon frequently by nomadic hunter gatherers of the Northern plains.<br>
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Past the entrance portal with its rock drawings, it is just a little ways up till we reach the waterfall. I was remembering the hike from childhood, it seemed like it would take a long time to hike up to the waterfall, but it hasn’t taken us much time at all. The canyon opens up, and there is a towering rock face from which water oozes, drips, seeps out of the pores of the rock and splashes down onto our upturned faces. Covering the walls is a living green slime which we jokingly call “phlegm of the rockies”.<br>
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We took our shoes off to better grip on the slippy rock as we clamber up to the waterfall. The water cascading over the small bowl-shaped falls sparkles in the sun, scattering misty rainbows. Water doesn’t get much cleaner, clearer, and energetically activated than this. Tumbling down in a whirling dance of gravity, aerated in the spray, soaking up the sunlight… I think about how we drink bottled mountain because we know how good mountain spring water is. But once you put it in the bottle, it looses some of its vitality.<br>
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“Well that was kind of easy…” we say to each other, wondering, what now? What comes next? “Well,” I say, “there is a cave if we go up the canyon a bit more.” The combined 2C-I and LSD was coming on much stronger now. A very lively, interactive and tactile buzz. Lots of energy to hike around, and lots of sensory enhancement. Textures and patterns in the rocks jumped out at me. I was feeling a little bit of phlegminess in the back of my throat. 2C-I often gives me a little phlegm in the throat, but it was easy enough to ignore and just keep walking. Physical activity calms the mild body load nicely.<br>
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The wind does strange things through the twistings and turnings of the rock walls. Sometimes it is very still, very calm. Othertimes fierce winds will whip through, a howling wind tunnel all around. As we walk up the valley, the wind is fierce indeed. Harsh sunlight and the wind pushing against us like the meltwaters which flood the canyon only in spring. The wind sounded as if the passing whisps of cloud were tearing themselves apart on the lofty mountain peaks. The voice of the canyon speaks to you, in its silences and in its howlings, if you have the right ears to listen.<br>
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Exposed at a turning of the river is a large buttress of soft, sedimentary rock. A conglomeration of gravel and stones held together with sand, the rock is very soft and had been eroded by wind and water into sculputured hoodoos. Improbably, this buttress of soft rock pokes up into the sky, and even more improbably, there is the dark mouth of a cave staring down at you from its face.<br>
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We climb the scree slope up to the cave, concentrating everything on simply going up and not falling back down, till finally we make it to the cave’s entrance. On the way up to the entrance, a couple chunks of strange yellow rock (quartzite, which is normally purple or white in colour) jump out at me, and I pick them up and put them in my back pocket. It feels like these stones have been given to me by the mountains and the cave.<br>
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Passing into the cave, there is an immediate change in the feeling of the environment. It is calm, perfectly calm inside the cave, through wind may gust and whirl the dust into eddies just outside the mouth. It is cool, moist and earthy. The cave is little more than a grotto (as the name implies), a small rocky womb hollowed out the rock. Not too sure how it would have formed through, in such soft rock and with no evidence of water having flowed out of the back of the cave in recent history. Nevertheless, we are inside our little rocky grotto now, sitting at the back. Looking back down, straight down, to the rocks in the valley so far below us.<br>
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The entrance to the cave is a ring, and there are more rings, more ripples of stone coming up the birth channel towards us in the womb at the back of the cave. As we sit, the whole cave becomes alive. It moves, in a very organic way. The muscular ridges of the rock ripple and flow. As I watch, the floor of the cave is repeatedly covered by tree roots which grow out of the rock and up towards us. Then the roots retreat, and the bare rock floor is revealed again. The roots grow back… and retreat… and grow back again. Rooted. Earth. No question of that. Outside in the valley a raven croaks, its voice echoing strangely into our grotto.<br>
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Wanting to leave an offering in this place, we dig a small channel in the earth at the back of the cave. The sandy earth is moist, and thick with clay sticking to our fingers. We bury a whole cigarette, organic un-chemically-enhanced tobacco, patting the earth back into place. The earth energy. Oh my god. The power of the cave. With hands on the rock I feel myself being pulled into and through the earth, through the layers of gravel and sand. I felt vividly the presence of the native medicine men who journeyed up this canyon, to this cave and sat here as we sat now. I experienced hundreds of years of time flowing by, the buttress of sandy rock eroding with the seasons, and thought of all the people over those years who came and sat in this cave. The quest for spirit and visions drove them. That kind of power radiates backwards and forewards in time, especially at an energetic nexus point like this. <br>
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From the cave, everything flows down. Down, downstream, and down some more all the way back to the parking lot a couple hours hike away. Sitting here, above the valley, in this protective and enclosed womb, we are separate from the valley. Separate from the harsh sun, from the searing winds, a good place to sit and observe the valley and everything that passes in it. Way down below and looking like large wood ants, two sun-stricken hikers pause and look up at the cave, squinting. Wondering whether they can see us in the gloom at the back, and with the sun in their eyes, we wave. After a moment, they wave back, looking incredulously at the slope they would have to scramble in order to get up to where we are.<br>
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My cell phone bleated plaintively. Help me, I can’t get a signal. Help me, I’m shielded by the womb-like rock. More and more tourists are gawking up at the cave, wondering whether there may or may not be a bear in the back of it. What they least expect is to see two long-haired hippies come out of the cave, and instead of taking the safe(ish) path down, electing instead to free-fall slide down the scree slope. The limestone was sulphur-bearing and with the speed of our descent we stirred up a dust cloud smelling faintly of rotten eggs. That was fun!<br>
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There’s still plenty of daylight and we are still plenty high, so we venture farther up the valley past the grotto. For both of us now, this is uncharted territory. I’ve never gone past the cave before. The canyon has a strange effect on us as we continue upstream. It seems to be pulling us forwards. There is a sense that just around the next bend might be something really cool. Cooler than the cave, and that was cooler than the waterfall before that right? So we’d better keep going, and find that cool thing somewhere upstream. Each bend reveals only more spectular mountain panoramas.<br>
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As we are walking up the canyon, it feels as though my mind is becoming… heavy. Fuzzy. We are entering into the spirit realm, a sort of waking-dream state. Hypnotically, the canyon pulls us onwards. A sense of foreboding, of vague discomfort begins to impress itself on me. We debate with each other whether we should be continuing on, or maybe turning around and heading back. How long we’ve been hiking for, how far we’ve hiked, and how much daylight we have left are all questions that get thrown around. With a headful of psychedelics and use of english grammar breaking down at a fundamental level, we carry on upstream but with much confusion and miscommunication.<br>
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There is a big mountain now revealed, dominating the skyline. In the late afternoon sunshine it gleams with a golden light, and you can hear again the wind ripping and soaring through the rock crags up high. As awe-inspiring and beautiful a sight it is, I am feeling very threatened. The mountain is malevolent. We have perhaps trespassed too far.<br>
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Star turns to me and says “Have you heard the stories about what happens to people walking up this canyon?” <br>
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The question is out-of-the-blue and I am startled… “Actually,” I say, “I specifically didn’t tell you about the stories I’d heard about this canyon, because I didn’t want to freak you out.”<br>
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“Well what kinds of stories have you heard?” He asks.<br>
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“Mostly people who walk too far up the canyon, and get caught in sudden storms. Flash floods. I’ve heard that some of them don’t come back.”<br>
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The canyon speaks to you, in its silences and in its howlings, if you have the right kind of ears to listen. Right now everything is still. Deadly still. No wind, no insects, no birds break the silence. In the distance we can see an intriguing rock wall. Blue rock, quite vividly slate-blue. We agree to make that wall our turning around point, at which point we really should start heading downstream and home.<br>
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We never made it to the blue rock wall. Star is seeming to fry out on me a bit… he asks if we can just stop and rest for a moment. He seems disoriented, confused as to which direction we came from and which direction we are going in. So we sit on some rocks in the now shady canyon, and the feeling of brooding malevolence bears down on me. Hoping Star has his head screwed on straight we continue towards the blue rock wall. Anxiety grips me. Turn back, turn back!<br>
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On the very next rock, an inukshuk stands out blocking our pathway. To reinforce the message further, I hear birds crying in the sky. An eagle, warrior of the skies, is being chased and harried across the canyon by a pair of rock doves. We are sitting on a rock collecting our heads and I am feeling, I am feeling that we have really overstayed our welcome. The mountain is telling us sternly, pointing downstream, this is your path home. It’s a long one but you will get out safely. But don’t go further upstream. Go back.<br>
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Star is still acting strangely. He seems oddly hypnotized by the golden mountain. Staring at it, muttering about how the whole thing appears to be made of gold…<br>
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“But it’s an illusion,” I say uneasily, “its not actually made of gold.”<br>
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“How could you turn your back on something like that, though?” He asks. Resolutely, I turn my back and we start off downstream. “You think we should go back?” He questions.<br>
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“Yes. Yes I think we should go back now.” I say firmly.<br>
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We had hiked up a lot farther than either of us had realized. Every once in a while, hiking back towards the grotto, Star would ask if we could just sit, chill, hang-out for a minute and I would say “yes of course” and then he would begin staring at the mountain and the sky again. Staring and staring. I could trance out that way too, and I gave it a try… it was a still, blank sort of feeling. But not a comfortable stillness. Something was off about it. We were still in the shadow of the golden mountain, still within its unwelcoming aura. A little concerned for my friends well-being, I would give him a minute or two of trance-staring and then would gather him up and get us moving downstream again.<br>
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As we walked, I told Star about this movie that my parents watched when they were young and impressionable, and then showed to me later when I was also young and impressionable. I think its called Picnic at Hanging Rock… anyway, its set in Australia and these girls from an upper-class school go on a field trip to this rock buttress. The rock does strange things to them, as they stare up at the sky and its wind-sculptured peaks. Some of the girls go mad. One disappears, never to be seen again. A man who goes up into the rocks searching for the missing girl turns up days later, sun-crazed and speechless, clutching in his hand a scrap of the missing girl’s shawl. Anyway, I said to Star, that’s the sort of feeling the mountain back there was giving me. As I say this, we come out from behind the mountain’s shadow. The sun hits my skin again. Already I feel a little bit better, but were not out of the woods yet.<br>
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After a stiff hike we again reached the buttress of rock and its small grotto. Psychedelic safe-point #1. Your not out of the woods yet, but at least your not still up in the backcountry with no proverbial paddle. This time we walked on the far river bank, looking back up at the cave. It was only now that I noticed the face in the rock. The whole buttress, from this angle, looked like a human head. From its prominent sculpted forehead with alpine grass and trees in place of hair, the scree came down forming a nose. The cave was the left eye, open and staring, the right eye visible in the scree but its lid shut. It was not a kind face, not a gentle face. Stern and powerful. Oh. So that’s the face of the moutain whose will we just tested… well then.<br>
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After another stiff hike, we made it back to the waterfall. Psychedelic safe-point #2, within reasonable walking distance of the parking lot. The last of the foreboding leaves me. Everything is going to be fine now. Most hikers never make it past the waterfall anyway, never make it to the grotto let alone exploring beyond. Now I have a better appreciation for why those few hardy souls you do see hiking down from the upper reaches of the canyon always look so wind-blown, so wild-eyed. It’s not something I can explain, but you can go and experience it for yourself. We cleanse ourselves in the stream water and drink a little of the cool mountain springs. The water looks and tastes perfectly clean. If we get beaver fever, I’ll put it down to the mountain’s revenge.<br>
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One more stiff hike and we relaxed at the end of our journey by the pond adjacent to the parking lot. Fish jump and splash, gulping down the equally hungry mosquitos. The eagle was out fishing too, his talons perhaps more effective than the lures of the fishers casting around the lake at this dusky hour. It is peaceful to sit on a picnic table, smoke a well-earned doobie and integrate a bit of what we had experienced this day. Admiring the highly fucking deadly poisonous water hemlock growing so innocently like celery in the shallow water, and a few green bog orchids scattered here-and-there amongst the horsetails. There was a buzzing in my head and I was seeing visual patternings everywhere, reminiscent of the afterglow of smoking DMT. <br>
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I showed Star my pieces of yellow stone given to me by the mountain. “Depending how you look at things, you could say that the mountain gave me these rocks, that they are special. Or you could say that they are just two rocks that I picked up because I was high on acid. It all depends.” He held them, and spiralled out, giving them back and saying they made his head feel fuzzy.<br>
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Did we subconsciously know exactly what we were getting ourselves into, when we dosed and set out on this journey? Back at the trailhead, there was an interpretive sign we hadn’t noticed before. It explained how for the last 500-1000 years, native tribes would seek out this canyon and travel up it on vision quests for spirit and guidance. It had a little picture of some of the rock-art figures. No shit, we said to each other. I did some more research at home, and found that the Hopi tribe has sent groups exploring to the four corners to find land to live in. Grotto canyon is as far north as they got, the point at which they decided to turn around and head back south. That explains the Coco Pelle figure, anyway.<br>
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In conclusion, I found the combination of LSD and 2C-I to be a very enjoyable one, these two substances compliment each other nicely. There was a little bit of nervous energy and body load, but nothing too uncomfortable. It was very pleasant for hiking or other physical activity. The visual effects were prominent and I had all round sensory enhancement. Our hiking location, Grotto Canyon, is for real. I have gone back not on drugs and still found the energy of the upper stretches of the canyon very thick and heavy. The land seems to be aware of travellers passing up the canyon. Check it out if you get a chance, sit in the cave and meditate. I have heard the foodsteps of those long ago, approaching from a side of the cave where there is no longer even a pathway.<br>
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First of all I am writting this because i witnessed something very interesting during a vacaction trip to a virgin beach in the state of Michoacan, México. The story is regarding properties from the orange te leaves othat i dont know if are known or uknown to moste of the community in erowid,the story happened like this.
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I was on my vacations on this semi virgin beach in the state of Michoacan, México named Maruata, several plants and drugs can be found here since many many people come to this beach to experiment with them and the unique ambient and settings of a virgin beach, the drugs that can be found here are most commonly opium, marihuana, lsd, datura or 'toloache' asi is called by the inhabitants or natives from the beach, extasy and others.
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We were hangin out with my girlfriend in the camping zone when she had to go to the bathroom at approx 10 p.m, when se came back she told me about this very weird guy that seemed to be on something very potent, she told me that he came up to her and started asking her what her name was, and after that he told her as if i was something very normal to look at his burned feet, he showed her his feet which was baddly burned after steping on a bumfire, he said some other nonsence which i dont quite remember and left, we thougnt that maybe he was on shrooms or something,
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At approx 11 pm we were waiting for our food to be served by the locals at this table located in the camping zone when we heard screams and saw movement between all the other tents and saw this guy screaming 'help me', 'he wants to kill me' and stuff like that he was coming up to me and my g.f so i thought he was going to be agressive towards me since my gf told me it was the same guy that tried to talk to her earlier so i stood up but before he reached our tables he tripped and falled to the ground and tried to hide under a table, when he fell he calmed down and remained silent, i came close to him and saw he was awake but silent, he was breathing extremly fast and when i touched his chest i noticed his heart was beating very fast, his body was very hot too, he stayed just laying there with his eyes open for approx 1 minute and i was askin he what he had taken, he didnt listen to me and started screaming again to help him, that someone was trying to kill him, he stood up and start running again just to fall to the ground again.
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By this time may of the people that were there were trying to help him, asking him what he had taken but he wouldnt say nothing back, he was just screamin for help, and at one point he started choking himself, grabbin his neck with his own hands and squeezing it, we stopped him from doing that and tryied to calm him down, some people suggested to drive him to the near hospital which is located in the Navy base which was 10 mins away approx, but we couldnt get him in the pick up truck, not even between 7 guys we could get him to the truck, he would just get away from us and go back to the floor, it was like if his body was in total drunkess.
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Many locals were watching the whole thing and most of them were saying that it looked like he had taken 'toloache' (datura) and were saying how theyve seen people take it before and never coming back from the trip, or stayin with the effects for about a month. after an hour of this a guy who was his friend came and told us that he didnt know what he had taken, besides some medicine for the burned foot, alcohol and maybe lsd, he said hsi friend went to this island the night before and returned in a very weird state, the the rest happened. While we didnt know what else to do this older local woman came with a coup of some kind of tea and told us to give it to him. We asked what was it and she said it was orange te (orange leaves tea) which as you all might know is very very common, at least in México, is something that we all will have in our houses to drink sometime.
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After all this preface we come to the interesting part, we grabbed the guy on the floor, made him drink a lil bit of the tea and INMEDIATLY like after 3 or 4 seconds from drinking the tea he combes back, he stares at us and in a very very very scared, desperate voice tells us to help him, that he doesnt know what he took, that he remembers going to the island but dont remember what he took, then after approx 10 seconds he goes back to his madness screaming and stuff, we give him more tea and comes back, again saying that he is not feeling right, that he doesnt know what he took but that he needs help, to not make the story longer, his friend had to deal with this all night long, giving him the tea, having this guy sleeping and waking up in terror, then going back to a sort of sleep, but everytime he drunk the tea either he came back to reality or was able to sleep a little bit better.
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Next day we walk by their tent and see the guy is feeling better, but still has a strange look like he is not completly back, he looks worried, a lil bit scared, confused. So that was the only and last time i saw him, but for sure ill never forget how this so commonly used tea brought him back every time he took it.
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I hope this story can be usefull someday, if anyone has similar stories pleas writte them here, if anyone wants more details about the story or wants to talk to me writte me to [email protected], ok this is the end and sorry for the ortography and grammar, im Méxican so english is not my first language.<!-- End Body -->
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<b>Drug:</b> LSD (Lysergic Acid Diethylamide)<br>
<b>Dose:</b> Three Strong Blotters (Hiero's)<br>
<b>M.O.A:</b> -- Oral<br>
<b>Duration:</b> -- 12 Hours<br>
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<b>Intro</b><br>
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In my past experiences with this drug, I've typically had a better ratio of good trips over bad ones, and I can honestly say I haven't had too many bad experiences until recently after I dropped this past weekend. I've now realized how fucking crazy acid is, and how any situation can turn out disastrous if you haven't taken the certain precautions to ensure a completely safe setting for the trip.<br>
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<b>The Experience</b><br>
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Recently I've had a little trouble finding blotters but this weekend we had no problem getting them in which buddy and I bought and split, 10 tabs total. The tabs were very distinct in detail with multi-coloured hieroglyphics, they looked amazing. A few other friends decided they were also in for a treat, those people being Misty, Josh, and Lisa. As soon as we picked up the blotters Josh and I were immediately compelled to drop hoping they'd set in fast, we were so damn excited. <br>
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Within half an hour of having the tabs, it was 7:30, and Josh and I had ingested 3 tabs each inside of a nearby Dairy Queen. We walked around the mall for a bit hoping for the effects to kick in, waiting about a solid 45 minutes. Upon making our way to a seemingly long distanced park, we began to feel almost weightless and we both became completely silent. Everything was so calm yet I could hear brief odd sounds that sounded significantly loud throughout the entire park we were in. It felt as if someone a distance away was talking to me or I was overhearing topics of conversation, It was hella weird. At this point, we found it completely necessary to smoke a nice fat bowl of chronic, packing it full to the brim. We both agreed that this would definitely help with the onset of the trip, and shit.. did it ever.. Within a few minutes of smoking, I could tell I had begun to space out, Josh too.. and within a few hours we would unknowingly and entirely lose our grip on reality.<br>
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We stayed in the park for a while longer trying to comprehend what we were seeing; The most intensified visuals we had ever encountered. I sat on the bench staring into the abyss around me, watching everything transform and unify into millions of tiny, detailed fractals. The grass, the clouds, the tree's.. anything I could have imagined was spyralling infinitely, I could not believe my eyes. Standing up from the bench, we walked around really slowly, giggling with seriousness on our faces, not surely contempt with what we were witnessing. Countless thoughts were running through our minds. The world we have been living in, seemed to us was felt like everything that existed inside looked as if it were handmade, but alive this whole time. Still laughing and joking around, we thought It might be cool to try our luck on the swings. Within a few minutes we were swinging so high. With the acid was flowing through our bodies, complete with so much kinetic energy, it felt as if we were literally going fly away. I have never ever felt such a sensation all throughout my body like this before, i was completely mindblown. <br>
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After what had seemed to be atleast a few hours, it had been maybe an hour since talking to Misty and Lisa; They had been waiting about an hour after us to drop; I suggested they drop sooner than later for the fact that we didn't know the strength of the cid.. They didn't seem too worried and frankly neither did I.<br>
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At about 8:00 Misty and Steph arrived at the park and witnessed Josh and I completely looped out on the things we were seeing, not making any sense at all. They were WTFing. We hopped into Mistys car and headed in an unknown direction to us, asking over and over where we were going and when we were going to get there. <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> At this point I was so fucked up while we were driving, I could see nothing but fractals everywhere, and almost everything sounded electronic in a sense, even our voices. We kept driving, dazing out and getting lost in our minds thinking, not knowing exactly what the fuck we were doing. All I could think about was the fact that Misty and Lisa had just dropped, and this is how fucked up we were.. We had to stop driving before they were as fucked up as us.. I looked over at josh and saw this distinct look of disbelief in his eyes. I couldn't believe it either.. we had never in our time of tripping had such intense visuals and mindfuck before, and let me say, I've dropped atleast 20+ times by now and I absolutely could not believe what I was seeing nor could I come up with the words to describe it.. I was Speachless.. as was Josh.. <br>
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We continue to drive to this unknown location, and Josh begins to ask where the fuck we are repeatedly, once again. Misty replies saying we're going to Lynns while her parents are home.. As soon as Josh heard this he was utterly confused and panicked; We were going to his ex girlfriend's house while on Acid, this was not good at all.<br>
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After what felt like forever, and looping out so many times that we were completely lost, we arrived at our destination, realizing that we were in fact at Lynns, Josh's ex girlfriend. He seemed quite hesitant to be there but I didn't really think anything of it. We chilled inside, smoking a few huge bowls as they watched us trip out while we were so gone that they were laughing at us. The weed made us more confused and forgetful. All I could do at this point was stare into the visuals I was seeing with amazement. I looked at the carpet and all of designs spyralled into a complete set of intricate fractals that would never end, follwed by an extremely loud sound-loop into an electronic-like tunnel, or tube.. that lead deeper and deeper and echoed throughout the room as fractals grew with colour increasingly. I felt completely lost and didn't know what was going on. I look around as everyone but Josh and I are laughing and could tell by Josh's look he was starting to lose it, as was I. I remember sitting in this room, looking around everywhere contemplating existance, reasoning with everything in the room, as if everything had an understanding to it. Lynns brother came up to me and asked me if I wanted a beer. I was so fucked up and initially this kind of freaked me out because I was so looped out and could not fathom still, what was going on. I had the rankest body high ever imaginable and felt a huge rush of anxiety amplifying increasingly.<br>
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Everyone decided it would be a good idea to go for a little adventure, to take a walk to a nearby park, bringing a few drinks with us along the way. As we're walking I could tell josh was gradually getting more worried. Just the look on his face told me something was up.. but we continued to walk and trip. The walk felt as if hours had passed although it had only been minutes, and the patterns began to flow and replicate through and through, the ground rippling as we walk upon it, the most intense and unified unimaginal, NEVERending fractals like I had never seen before; It was fucked... The area we had been walking through, felt as if we had been there a thousand times before, multiple times over, which confused Josh and I a shitload. After what had probably been about a 10 minute walk, we arrived at Burger King, there were about 5 of us, and this is where things started to get out of control. Out of nowhere I completely forgot what the fuck we were doing, and why we were walking and where. Josh and I looked at each other, completely sketched asking each other where the fuck we were, we had no idea. <br>
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The 3 other people around us were now very worried about us but could not seem to communicate with either of us, nothing they were doing seemed to make any sense at all, they were just following us... Everything they said was complete mumbo jumbo, and neither could I or josh make out the words they were saying, however, we could understand each other quite well. I remember standing beside burger king, asking why we had come on this walk, asking everybody's side of the story, but it felt as if they were totally ignoring me. I actually come later finding out that they were actually really worried. As we looked around terrified with what was happening, I looked over at Josh and it seemed that everything around me was manifolding itself over and over again, I could not tell what was real and what was not. It was like i was seeing thousands of everything around me.. At the same time, the fractals were still completely visible and I honestly felt as if I were apart of these fractals, I would flail my arms techtonically, in sequence with all of the fractals surrounding me, It was like i was dancing automatically but was so deep in thought, I had hardly noticed i was doing this.. wow was it amazing. I cannot even fully describe what i felt, but the waves of body highs that came along were just incredible.<br>
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After enough freaking out, we all decide it's time to start heading back.. Josh was really sketching. As we were walking, I was trying to enjoy my trip but became increasingly worried about my buddy, he was really starting to lose it. We'd be walking and he became really pushy to get home, he was panicking to the point where he actually ran back to the house. Lynn went with him, and as did I.. trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, and whether josh was okay. I approached the house and saw josh standing on the porch hugging Lynn, he was terrified. Lynn was trying to talk to him, attempting to calm him down, which initially seemed to be working, but when i approached them to talk to Josh, she wouldn't let me.. This confused the shit out of me because I knew josh could understand me, and frankly I was the only one who he could understand, this he later told me. I kept asking Lynn why she would not let me talk to Josh, but she continued to ignore me and attempted to calm Josh down. <br>
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I could instantly tell by the things she was saying that she wasn't helping at all, she was just jumbling him up worse, confusing his shit. I remember Lynn asking josh if he wanted to go lay down in her bed... like the good ole' days, it was like she was trying to have her way with him, or so I thought in my mind. She told him to go inside and I tried to enter to, but she pushed me away, telling me not to come in. What the fuck. So i went into the backyard where everyone had settled, sitting on the deck talking about ordinary things, not at all about Josh having a bad trip. I sat down and continued to think, to comprehend what was actually happening. Suddenly Lynn's mother come's outside asking what the fuck is going on. She informs us that Josh is going mad, that they had called 911, and a squad car and an ambulance were on their way. This freaked me the fuck out, because everybody was acting completely normal, like nothing had happened, annd I still had two hits of this really fucking crazy LSD. I immediately got up trying not to panic but countless thoughts were going through my head, 'What the fuck am i going to do?', I was completely sketched out, and the cops were on their way. I instantaneously got up and ran to the front of the yard, panicking not knowing what to do. <br>
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Anthony was with me at this point, trying to chill me out. He assured me that people go crazy from acid all the time, that some people just can't handle it. His smooth talking helped, and i finally started to calm down... When out of nowhere a squad car pulls up to the house and both officers quickly get out. They ask where Josh is and i'm completely speechless.. I was wearing tie dye and my eyes were absolutely huge, like saucers. We clearly knew where josh was but i was too sketched and had to peace before they started questioning about where the acid came from, so Anthony says he has no clue where he is, and we slowly start to walk away from the house. This whole time i'm thinking about getting caught, so i calmly grab the tinfoil from my pocket and drop it on the ground. We stayed away from the house for about an hour as there was nothing we could really do at this point but talk it all out. Initially I was really sketched but all of these friends that I met that night, calmed me the fuck down. We walked around, talking about Josh and whether or not he'd be okay. It felt as if we thought he was going to die, I certainly thought he was, after I heard what had happened...<br>
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Meanwhile Josh is at the house, apparently saying he wants to kill everybody in the house, or so said Lynn. They took Josh outside and he sat waiting while they asked his name and address, which he could not remember at all.. Everything would have been fine if they left Josh be, it's a trip and we all know that it WILL eventually end. Lynn just initially panicked and called 911 although she shouldn't have. Anyways, the two cops walk up to the house and josh is hiding in the trees and bushes not wanting to come out. He keeps asking if he can just end it..get it all over with, and kill himself. The cops are completely shocked and try to assist him, talking to him calmly and asking about his trip. They attempt to grab his arm (mistake!) and he flips out, punching the first cop directly in the face as hard as he can.. The other cop runs up to approach him and also gets layed out. Out of nowhere he was complete with anger and frustration, still not knowing what was going on. He continued to fight back as they tried to calm him down, this still did not work. The quiet neighbourhood we had been chilling in moments ago, had all of the sudden turned for the worse. Everyone had come out of their houses, wondering what all of the ruckus was about, watching this gruesome scene unfold..<br>
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The initial squad car was having so much trouble with him that they had to call another squad car for extra backup. After a solid 45 minutes of fighting with Josh, They finally all wrestle him to the ground and cuff him, and at this point, he is wailing his head against the ground furiously. They get him into the back of the ambulance, still smashing his head into whatever he can, screaming 'I Just want Fucking Reality!' multiple times over. They finally get to the hospital and have a tremendous amount of trouble getting him inside, he is pissed the fuck off. Apparently he was fighting everybody around him, pushing or punching anything he could, even punched the boob of a nurse. They finally strap him down onto a stretcher and load him with a shitload of anti-psychotics. They proceed to ask him who he was, where he lived, where he got the acid and so on, but he had no clue at all. Josh was so fucked up from the drugs they had given him that he had passed out for about a day and a half..<br>
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This night will always stick with me and It was probably one of the most terrifying experiences I've ever encountered. I'll always remember the night I possibly could have lost a friend; I think about it all the time. After we had finally realized that Josh was probably going to be okay, but still sketching, we all went home to think about the bizarre events that occured. I, myself had a shitload of trouble sleeping.. In fact, I think I only got a couple hours because of the acid being so strong, I was completely awake the whole night. It was like my body was sleeping, but my mind was racing constantly. When i awoke, it felt as if i was still tripping and I hadn't gotten a single wink of sleep. I got my shit together at 8am and headed off to work. The whole day as I worked, I could recall everything that happened the previous night before.. I could fast forward and rewind through the ordeal, trying to understand where we had went wrong. I thought about what would have happened if we hadn't gone to Lynn's.. It all made sense.. It felt as if I had figured it all out, the reason for Josh having a bad trip was because of his ex girlfriend.. <br>
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Although at first it wasn't too awkward being there, I gradually realized how much she confused the shit out of him, and that she was in fact, the reason for this terrifying night. Of course she tried to help him, but obviously didn't realize that he was on ACID, and that everything could have and WOULD have been completely fine if she had initially let him be.<br>
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Josh got out of the hospital just a couple days later, he was completely fine other than all of the cuts and bruises all over him. I was so relieved, although I wish i could have done more to help my friend, there was literally nothing I could have done. I've tripped with him so many times that I could not imagine anything like this was possible. I honestly think that going to Lynn's played a major factor in Josh having a bad trip, even though we did take a lot of acid..Nothing could have prepared me for this night. It felt as if the meaning of Life had been ripped apart, and placed back together piece by piece... understanding everything clearly in the end. I have never tripped so hard in my entire life. It was definitely an experience I'll never, ever forget. Although this night scared the shit out of me, it taught me a great deal of valuable lessons. Always know your limit.. Test the waters first before diving straight in, you never know what you're getting yourself into, I surely didn't.. I definitely tested my luck that night.. And for FUCK Sake, don't go to an ex girlfriends house on Acid.....<br>
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For some time now I have wanted to go the whole way and try LSD. I have done weed, which in my experience only induced paranoia and mild anxiety, I have also done Magic Mushrooms, which now thinking back on, wasn't the best experience and was dreadful to consume. But the time finally fell upon me that I was to take LSD. Forgetting completely about how it could go terribly wrong I took my first tab four days ago at Reading Festival. There were several of us taking the tabs so I felt comfortable in what I was doing. I was happy and felt confident.
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Now from here until I started feeling the full effects there was a long time gap, and I lost all sense of time. We found ourselves trooping towards the main arena to go watch Red Hot Chili Peppers live, although by the time we got there one of my fellow trippers had fell ill and couldn’t move an inch. We thought the best thing to do was to go get help and get her to the Medical Tent. Even though this was such a serious task, making sure she was okay, me and a friend just couldn’t help grinning and giggling at nothing at all.
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Everyone in the Medical Tent was friendly and understood our confused ramblings, one of the medics even asked us whether we had seen any “green tornados” of some sort yet, of course our reply was to roar with laughter as everything he came out with was confusing. We told him that we took a tab of acid that had a picture of a Divinci Code man on it, after much Charades as we couldn’t remember the right name.
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Shortly after we met up with everyone else back at the arena and made our way to the funfair that was near. By this time, everything was sparkling and swaying slightly. We all clambered straight onto the Waltzers and handed over our money. As soon as it started we all felt like we were in heaven, it was like complete euphoria. Music swished past my ears, lights and UV soaked white clothes swam in the air, and every time I turned my head to look at my friends all I could see was smiles. I had decided right there and then that this was certainly the best night of my life.
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Once it had finished my whole body tingled and felt amazing. We sat and watched other riders on the Mega Motion and sat there laughing at their faces. By this time we had met up with one of our friends who was not on Acid and felt like he was our guider and was there to make sure we were all okay. We walked around the shops, gazing at all the clothes and accessories there was to buy. The best way to explain this was that we felt like children, all grouped together, all amazed. Then we found a stall that robbed us blind of our money. All stacked up on a rack was blue and green light sabers that we just had to have. Now so far there were about 10 or so of us walking around like an army of star war lovers waving around those long sticks. By this time I had realised I could make a trail of light, almost like a snail trail in the night sky.
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Again time ticked away, hours felt like seconds and before I knew it we were back near the main arena waiting for more non-trippers to join us, and to go to the Silent Disco that was available at Reading this year. Some decided to drop Acid as well, it being there first time also. I was trying my best to explain to some of them they may not like it, but couldn’t give a good reason why they wouldn’t. Around this time I also took my second tab, only wanting this good feeling to stay and never leave me. No-one bothered to stop me and only said I’d either lose the tab or have no one else to trip with another day. So I plopped it on my tongue and sucked away.
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Once people had started to come up, they all wanted light sabers too, so we had to walk back to stall where they had sold them. This is when it all went downhill. The best night of my life turns into a living nightmare. As they all collected their light sabers, me and 2 other friends were standing on the grass near them. My head lolled around taking in all the lights, mist and swaying trees. Then I looked down smiling at the ground when I thought I saw a glowing worm in the grass. I bent a little lower and to my horror the whole grass stretch had morphed into scorpions, their stinger tails swinging and rising up into my face. I stood up immediately and said to the friend “something’s gone wrong”.
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She of course knew nothing was wrong and smiled at me. I started to panic crazily as her face and hair and body started grow little scorpions from no where and their tails shaking, making the whole surface of her face purple. I’d close my eyes and shake my head then when I’d open my eyes for a split second everything was okay again. Then the scorpions would just re-appear. I was too confused to even believe that this was just my mind, and not real but I couldn’t handle the fact that everything was freaking me out.
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I looked back at the ground hopefully reversing the curse and that the scorpions would die away and I would be fine again – no chance. Again, the grass began to morph into something worse, one of my actual fears - dead bodies. My feet were rooted to the spot even though I wanted so bad to get up and out of the rising dead that was only grass. Funnily enough I didn’t scream or cry – instead I complained to my fellow trippers what was happening, but they just didn’t seem to give a fuck. I now understand why they didn’t care because it wasn’t their problem, but none of them was prepared to help me. Sound was distorted and music sounded awful. I looked up into the sky and it looked like coloured mosaics in the sky, this made me feel good again but I couldn’t keep looking up at the sky knowing fully well that I was wading through dead bodies.
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I kept wailing saying I needed to get back to the campsite because I couldn’t take anymore of this, but no one was listening. I was also scared and panicking that my boyfriend wouldn’t of approved of me tripping and even more so that it was a bad trip so I was terrified of going back to camp. This only made things worse.
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It felt like we were standing around for days doing nothing and I was starting to get terrified of all the people I really liked as friends. The one person who said to me acid wasn’t a good idea was the worst of all. Her face was green and curly hair started to wave around her face like medusa’s hair, her teeth were all chiselled into sharp points when she spoke and her eyes bright green. There was neon coloured hair on her face and when she spoke it sounded so much like she was telling me off and I felt so alone. Even though she was so scary I didn’t back away from her or anyone else because I knew that if I didn’t stay with these guys I would have ended up dead.
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Other people’s faces were odd and distorted. Some had 4 eyes, some had these weird maze-like descriptions on their cheeks, and others just looked like demons. I don’t know how I made it back to camp because all the oncoming people looked immensely like Death Eaters and Dementors (if you’ve read Harry Potter you’ll know what I mean) and just glided past me, cold air slicing through my face. I forgot who was holding my arm but it must have been someone I had known but their voices kept speeding up and slowing down so much it was inaudible to understand what they were saying.
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By the time I got into my tent and found my boyfriend it felt like earth had crashed down upon me because once I hit the ground I couldn’t move. I tried to explain how bad the situation was to him, and how important it was for him to stay awake and comfort me, but I kept shaking and muttering about all the things I could see forming shape on my tent floor. It must have been for hours that I was freaking out because after some while, staring at the main area of my tent (it was a big 6 man tent) and my sleeping bag, everything morphed into nothing that was in my tent. Large bodies came floating up from the ground and I couldn’t feel my boyfriend clutching me close.
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Then all of sudden the worst part of it all, the bodies seemed to sit up, stand up and grow like mountains and I suddenly had to stand up to get away from them but the sensation that took over my body was uncontrollable and I screamed so loud for so long, but couldn’t hear myself. I looked up and felt like I was in a glass orb that was my tent, but repeated many times like when you look through 2 mirrors. One of my friends who had been happily tripping outside came crashing through the tent to try and help me, although I could see about 5 of the same person holding out their hands to me. I could hear this thumping in my ears and this low buzz as I tried to reach out to the hands, but then screamed again when I realised I had lost touch of my boyfriend and where had he disappeared to. I looked around and saw a split second of his face surrounded by dead bodies and dark green muck before I felt him dragging me down on the floor again.
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After the whole fiasco of me losing the whole plot, I was describing to him that when I closed my eyes I could see lots of little Pacmen flying through oblivion. We both came to the decision that if what I see when my eyes are open is terrifying, I should keep my eyes closed until it all went away. So I had my fingers sealing my eyes shut so I couldn’t see the dead bodies in my tent slithering about. But every so often I would have to open my eyes to see if it had subsided, which of course it didn’t. Whenever I dared myself to open my eyes again, the light filtering through the tent seemed to get lighter and lighter, meaning morning was dawning. I thought to myself surely by morning I’ll be fine. While having my eyes shut it was almost pleasant to see something other than dead bodies, scorpions and medusa haired people – instead I was seeing puzzle shaped nothingness, twirling around in bright colours I’ve always been fond of. For most of the time it was like being in a kaleidoscope.
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Then the time came for me to open my eyes again. Dazed and very confused I could see familiar clothes scattered around the tent floor and my sleeping bag, and to my relief my boyfriends face swaying about violently as if I was on a boat. However when I looked down at my hands, it looked like I was covered in mud. I bent forwards and my nose felt like it was dripping so I went to wipe it away and looked at my hands once again and my hands were covered in blood. Asking my boyfriend in alarm he assured me it was fine.
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More hours passed and more people came into my tent, some worse off than before, but none experiencing what I had just been through. I took photos and videos and entertained myself by looking at my friend’s skin and muscles while my boyfriend slept. After a while I went out into the main arena to go find food. I didn’t feel hungry but felt somewhat displaced because I missed so many events that last night because of all the freaky shit I was seeing. I didn’t feel that anxious persistence anymore but on the way back to the tent I looked at the grass and it started again. My heart started racing and I couldn’t even think about calming myself down. The grass started jerking around and I was sure that it was either spiders or crickets. Either or I still started to freak out and stopped dead in my tracks to cover my eyes and wail that I needed my boyfriend.
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It felt so pathetic that I needed him so bad, but when I got back to the tent I didn’t feel any better. I would sit down in one place, with my friend in a circle around me, and then feel as if I was being dragged away and my friends bodies were going further and further away from me. Of course I panicked again but after a while it subsided. From the time the depths of the horror had finished around 6am, I still felt odd and like the only one who was still tripping for the whole day. At around 5pm on Sunday I started to get that tingling feeling that I had last night on the funfair rides, although this time it didn’t feel good. It felt as if I was locked in some force field and I was unable to break free. It almost felt as if I was a robot. I had gone to see some bands play earlier in the day (solely because I didn’t want to be left alone) but didn’t enjoy the crowds of people staring and being too close to me. I also felt a bit nervous of the vast amounts of grass around me and I was scared that the dead bodies were going to rise up from no where again.
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Once I got back to camp I felt exhausted and had slight sunstroke. I attempted to sleep in my tent but couldn’t do it. My boyfriend found me a few minutes later and came to hug me and comfort me. It felt so nice and the sweet things he was saying made me feel so good, but I started crying hysterically saying I wanted it all to be over and kept asking my boyfriend to kill me. I kept seeing knives scattered all around the tent, wondering where they came from, but they could aid me in my death. I felt extremely suicidal and felt like ripping my skin apart.
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Again the hours whipped past and it was gradually getting dark again. I was getting extremely agitated because I hadn’t slept all of Saturday night and it was time to sleep again but I couldn’t sleep as I was too petrified. This odd phone music kept going off near my tent, which sounded like a haunted ice cream van and I kept muttering to my boyfriend “I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy”.
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My friends outside the tent had started a fire, they had warned me, but in my deluded state of mind I kept thinking the only reason they had the fire going was to kill themselves. I could hear loud and clear them saying things connected to death. I could see the fire flames licking through the tent material and as soon as I saw it felt like I was on fire, drowning in the flames.
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By this time everyone was concerned by my tears and crazy mutterings and thought it should be best to get me home, seeing as it was Sunday at Reading and everyone went a bit mental and sets everything on fire. My friends got me an ambulance to the Medic Tent where I spent a while trying to calm myself down but still feeling like I was trapped in a force field.
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Finally my boyfriend and I caught a taxi to the station, got 2 trains home and got straight into bed. I finally drifted off to sleep and woke up no longer feeling anxious or trapped in a force field, but my mind was clogged up with all the bad things that happened that previous night.
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It’s only been a few days but I still feel dazed and unhappy with everyone for different reasons. Also when I drift off to sleep and wake up I get vicious flashbacks, which I hadn’t realised before that it was, but I thought it hadn’t wore off yet. I don’t know how long these flashbacks are going to last but I can tell you now, I am somewhat unstable, suffer from depression, use drugs to numb reality, and didn’t think twice about me having a bad trip. But now coming to think of it, it was bound to happen to me.
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Now I’ve made the decision that I will no longer touch ANY sort of hallucinogens, or marijuana. I just wish everyone else who was having the time of their life could have been in my shoes to know I’m feeling now.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 65429</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
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<tr><td>Published: May 8, 2010</td><td>Views: 7,130</td></tr>
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My trip took me to hell on earth, literally. I saw and knew in my head that in every second someone is dying and that they are going to die the most painful and ugliest looking death and suffer until there´s no being alive. The whole humankind was about to be destroyed by Death.
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It was my first trip and i had been waiting for it since i smoke my first weed sometime in junior high and got to know what drugs are about. At first i knew i might not be ready, since i had done some research of how the drug works and heard tons of crazy stories starting from a guy who ate his whole shoe; another one who made himself a nest out of cardboard and old newspapers and stayed there for days; a group who drove into the black hole in the beginning of the trip and remembered nothing after this. But most of people just see fractals, patterns and enchanting beauty in everything and can chill out in the party or in the crowds.
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I have to say i was mentally a bit fucked, since i was just coming out of depression what had lasted for about two years. That´s why i may have experienced what i did. But i still descided to take it because i had a chance, and LSD is not something one could find often in the place i´m from.
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I think i got depressed because i had doubts in myself about not becoming a 'proper” adult, not having a good job and being worried about what to study since my mind changes a lot. And the second thing was probably that i had had death breathing on my neck for ten years of time. From 10 years of age until 20 i lost my dad through car accident by drunk driver, my biological father drank himself to death, my uncle got killed by electric shock when he went to repair the powerlines at grandmas place. Then a first guy friend i had in school and with whom i was just getting really close to. One day he was found dead next to 16-storey building. No one knows did he jump/was pushed/fell, because he might have been high or just had some trouble with his bosses with some dealing money or stuff. Plus grandma and grandfather too, but those were by natural deaths. And many pets that kids especially love.
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There was three of us taking acid for the first time plus one girl who had tried it once or twice before and agreed to keep an eye on us. We each had a blotter out of Jaggers Lips sheet and then our watcher took us for a ride near to small city where one folk music festival was taking place. So there were hippie-like and hippie minded people around the city.
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The first weirdness came over us about 30 minutes later when we were still at the car. It felt strange and was pretty strong (but somewhat acquainted because we all had taken shrooms before) and sort of ugly, because I saw faces slowly distorting. We went to some field and sat down on the ground and then the most magical things started to happen. The ultimate synesthesia, where I see sounds and hear colors, where fractals buzz through my mind and sing me the ultimate beauty and happiness through the vocal chords out from this everyday world. We were the colors of the fractals.
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After the first peak the drug let us calm down for a while, we went to the car and drove back to city to take a walk. Thats where my mind started alternating between two realities, besides the one i was actually in. I don´t remember it thouroughly at what point it happened, but i started noticing bad things around me happening. At one reality i was an old hippie who´s priorities for my understanding were nicely set. It was all about the goodness and right way of living, very down to earth and nature/people friendly.
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And the other reality where i was started showing me all the messed up and just bad things. How traffic is not well organized and people get killed by accidents (by drunken drivers for example). How kids hurt themselves with glass shards‚ when they play at the same playground where youngsters drank the night before and broke bottles by throwing them because they´re in that state where they just don´t care. How fucked it is that nowdays your looks and how much you weigh is so important, for example old hippie had saggier boobs and the other reality needed plastic surgery to keep nice tits. But you can´t stay young forever and fight the nature, right?!
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Anyway, at one point i saw that my friend had jumped from the bridge to the river (he actually went swimming), but the waterlevel was too low and there was a stone where he hit himself when he jumped into the water (there were no „be careful” or „no swimming” signs, which showed again how things are not taken care of in public places). He came out all bloody. And accidents around me started to happen and I started feeling all the pain people around me were feeling.
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Then my friends started walking me back to our car, because i was going pretty crazy. I could not watch children crossing the street and started screaming because of the danger i could see coming; i saw them getting hit by a car. My friends in my realm had a car accident too. The guy was barely walking and had little pieces of glass from car windows in his throat from the hit and he couldn´t breath properly. The girl who was driving us around and taking care of us had had the biggest injuries from the impact in her stomach. Her face was purple, swollen and i saw through her shirt that all her insides were freakily messed up and shirt was the only thing keeping her together.
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It was like rotten.com and the madest photos about killing and accidents and torturing people, stuff what you accidentaly see in the web for example. Add some of the sickest thrillers and scary movies you´ve seen from different eras and countries. And that feeling what you might get if you see a weekend afternoon in the lovely town and everyone you meet dying at any second. Everywhere i looked, there was a hardcore battlefield, but not just something you see in war movie. Add women, kids and messy accidents with extra blood and guts everywhere around. We even had police coming to talk to us at some point, but my friend just said this is the hippie tripping and that it´s better to let me be, since theres nothing to do with me anyway.
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I started crying because it naturally makes you cry if you see what i saw, plus the extra knowledge of every single being dying. First people i was with, then my family and friends and everyone else one after another. I cryied hysterically, when that bad reality (BR) filter came on to me. At one point my nose was blocked from that crazy crying and i just could not breath normally. I did not think of blowing my nose, because at that point i was most of the time in bad reality screaming. And when i was back in that old hippie reality i just tried to catch my breath because i knew in any seconds that bloody filter comes over my vision and thoughts and i feel the sickest pain again.
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I felt like my head and heart were squeezed by the insanity i experienced. I had lumps of blood gurgling in my throat and taste of it in my mouth all the time i was in BR. I could not breath normally, because i cried madly and could not catch my breath all the time plus the snot factor (tons of it dripping out of my nose).
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Finally shifts between two realities became less frequent as the drug was leaving my system. It took about 4-5 hours since we took acid and it was oh-such-a-relief to get out from it.
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I slept the whole day after the trip, just got up to eat or wee and i didn´t really spoke a word throught the week after it. I was just so shaken and stirred. It took me few weeks after i could talk about what really happened to friends who were with me, and it still made me shaky and filled my eyes with tears.
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I still wonder how i can possibly have all this in my head without ever seeing so many ugliness and warped ideas and acts in my life. I guess we just all know everything and are part of everything (infinity) and have the essence of things in us, but are not capable to see all that, because of the simple form most of us are in (outcluded rainman, geniuses and all types of beings called witches, madmen, psychos, religion freaks etc).
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I did the same Rolling Stone blotter in two parts few months later (alone), because i sort of needed to slowly become friends again with the drug since i needed to face that state i was in. I got some weak flashbacks from the trip and shed some big tears without crying. But i want to take acid again and get more of that power this drug has a to offer. But i´m afraid of something similary sick to happen (i´m a bit of a weirdo anyway) and that what keeps me cautios.
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Even after almost a year since the trip i find new nuances-answers-ideas from it and see how powerful this thing is on top of our shoulders. It made my paths in time and space more clearer, confirmed that tolerance, empathy and similar things i have thought of as important are extremely valuable. And although it was the ultimate pain possible to go through for me, because it always hurts worst in your heart and soul than in your physical body, i would not exchange the experience. It´s just that you never know where you might go.<!-- End Body -->
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For the past 5 years of my life I have learned everything I could about LSD. I have a very focused interest in drugs, there use, and abuse. While not much of a “drug user” myself, only cannabis a handful of times in my life, the aspect of the chemical interactions produced in our brains fascinates me. LSD has always seems as the epitome of the “near life” experience psychedelics offer and I’ve wanted to try it for a long time.
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I don’t know the type of people you need to know to get LSD these days, it’s not easy in my area. Cannabis is not an issue, but LSD is nearly non-existent and has been from what I have learned sense about 2003 or so. Slowly I made some contacts that would eventually lead me to writing about my experience today.
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Two weeks ago I got the phone call that it’s a “go”. I did not just want a few hits, I intended to purchase a very large quantity so I might keep it in cold storage for a very long time (hopefully my whole life) to use every year or so. My buddy came though and in my freezer vacuum sealed is some 100 sugar cubes with LSD in them.
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This past weekend I “dropped acid” for the first time, and I must say it lived up to every expectation and everything thing I had read in the past few year about it. My experience was extremely positive. Here is a basic recount of it:
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5:30pm
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Downed 1 sugar cube, at this point I don’t know if I’ve been burned on the deal or not, and I have no way to test to see if it’s real or not. I dissolved the sugar cube in a glass of water, and drank it all. I must say I was extremely nervous about what I was doing, it was very very unknown to me.
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6:00
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I took a walk, no effect that I could tell, very nervous still.
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7:00
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I felt extremely anxious, but I truly though the feeling I had and generally restlessness was a placebo effect and not the drug, at this point I had begun to think I got burned. (100 hits of acid these days is not cheap!)
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7:30
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Same feeling as at 7:00, I decided to take another hit, thinking maybe there were very old or not well stored and had very little LSD that was active in them. I knew the threshold effects take place somewhere around 25 micrograms so my skewed logic at the time was I may have not passed this threshold. Effects were suppose to set in, in the 60-120 minute mark, but seemed they had not. So another glass of water and another cube was downed at this time. Looking back I think the effects had started I just did not really realize it, and taking another cube was poor clouded judgment.
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7:45
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Extremely nervous, very warm and I started to think this was no longer a placebo effect, and that taking that second cube may have been a bad idea.
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7:50
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I went to my living room window, and looked out into the garden. I noticed my reflection in the glass of the window, it was very blue even though my shirt was tan in color. I stared for a bit and noticed my vision started to flicker like a low refresh rate on a CRT computer screen. I then looked at myself in my bathroom mirror to see if my eyes were dilated, they were not yet, or at least it did not seem as such. The reflections in my eye were amazing, it was like staring in to my soul, and seeing the universe for what it was for the first time ever.
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8:00
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Sitting at my computer listing to music I was amazed at how the room looked, it was like I was a child again, everything felt new and unknown. Time was starting to slow down a lot, it seemed like 15 minute intervals were 1-2 hours, while 1 hour intervals were 2-3 minutes, almost a giant expansion and then compression of time. I closed my eyes and started to noticed some very very intense CEV’s, very pretty and much more complex then what pot gives you. And none of the memory loss pot has either! I can recall everything in such great detail.
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9:00ish
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I remember looking around and thinking this was amazing, but still had yet to see any real visual effects, then suddenly I looked at the carpet (I thought of fear and loathing in Las Vegas and what it looked like when they were tripping on LSD) then all of a sudden the carpet started to swirl and then to my absolute astonishment the entire floor in my office was a beautiful sea of plants pulsing to the music. Looking at my computer screen the white space in the itunes program widow was flooded with amazing colors and shapes, complex paisley patterns and geometric shapes.
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9:30ish
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My girlfriend arrived, I found talking extremely hard, and the amount of intense thoughts I had was so incredibly overwhelming. I asked for her to walk about the neighborhood with me. I will never forget that walk as long as I live, it was amazing. The sensory cross over I experienced, the motion trails, the colors, sounds, and the sunset was probley the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life.
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Later that evening after she left I had some very intense visuals, I watched TV for a bit and every pattern on the TV was on the walls around it as well. Some other highlights were seeing my kitchen sink in neon colors with patterns all over, and the titles in my bathroom morph into various shapes. While the visual aspects were amazing, my thoughts were so profound. I leaned about about myself in the next 10 hours or so.
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At 5:30am I went for a walk as the sun was coming up, the bird sounds I heard I experienced visually, the walk was very nice. I took a shower around 8:30 and went downtown by car feeling that I could drive at this point. Breakfast tasted great and the rest of the day was great. From going to the mall, to having sex later, everything was intensified. I went to bed around 9pm having been up for well over 24 hours.
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I slept great, the next day I needed a lot of caffeine to stay awake, and I was in a generally poor mood, probley do to serotonin levels in my brain being all out of whack. I could go on and on about what I learned about life that night, I think it’s sufficient to say that it was the most life changing experiences I have ever had in a 24 hour period, and I hope in a few months to repeat it again.<!-- End Body -->
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I had planned to stay overnight at an Inn where my friend Sariah worked, with a few other friends staying also. They would be her boyfriend Cannon, my girlfriend Ashe, a friend planning to use 2-CB named Tay, and another friend who had used LSD a few times named Wreck. There were various substances to experiment with, though no one had quiet made up their mind until we had all met. After some time spent debating I had decided to take my first blotter hit of LSD ever, this came after some time spent thinking on it and encouragement from my girlfriend and friends. Prior to this I had tripped twice on mushrooms, once on Salvia, and experimented with a handful of other non-similar drugs. I regularly used and enjoy marijuana the most. Out of our group of friends our interests, experiences, and education into drugs led us to being serious minded, (hopefully) well educated, and positive thinking people, which is the only reason I felt comfortable taking the LSD with a group of people rather than alone.
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Sariah, Cannon, and my girlfriend Ashe all decided to drop a hit as well. Wreck decided on two, due to his past experience. I wasn't sure what to expect, especially being that my girlfriend was with me and she remains unexperienced when it comes to drug usage and mind exploration. We all took our hits, and Tay decided to wait some time to dose his 2-CB. I began downloading some music I wanted to hear and we hung out in a comfortable apartment above the Inn. Sariah said that one of her friends, Jane, was on the way, and would bring some marijuana to smoke. We spent the time waiting for her talking and listening to music, she arrived and began rolling joints with Sariah after introducing herself. By this time, my girlfriend and I were really questioning whether we would feel any effects or not, though we were both comfortable with just relaxing and enjoying what was to come.
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Talk of a meteor shower occurring that night had led us all to decide on a walk down to a nearby dock and promenade where we could see the shower. Tay had snorted his 2-CB dose and became nauseous, throwing up twice but then was seemingly overwhelmed by the drug, explaining an intense body high and visuals hitting him 'at all once'. Once he was able to walk, we made our way outside into town. Shortly after I began walking down the sidewalk, I had no doubt that my trip had begun. As we walked past trees, the bark began to protrude at me, forming various images. The most distinct of these were symbols that resembled Egyptian style hieroglyphics. I casually described this to my friends, as it appeared again and again on trees we passed. At this time, I was very unsure how my friends were feeling. Ashe had began to claim she didn't feel anything, though everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves and were somewhat quiet.
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I was overcome with energy. I had the urge to run, climb on a tree, and have fun outside. Even though it was 1AM and humid, no one seemed to notice or care. I couldn't believe how much energy I was feeling from the LSD, I felt free and tireless and like the world was so vast. Every step we took was deeper and deeper into our exploration of the town. We made our way down a hill leading to the water when a police officer spotted us from behind in his car - no big deal, though Jane had some joints on her. Standing ahead of my friends looking at them up on a hill, they seemed miles away. I had admitted while laughing to my friend Wreck who agreed, 'My depth perception is so fucked.'
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The cop ignored us as my friends came down the hill. Making our way through the parking lot, there were vivid ripples in the nearby black water. Boats rocked back and forth in a way that seemed synchronized. I wasn't talking much to my friends at this point, as we were just walking and taking in sights. We arrived to find the cop who had passed us earlier repeatedly circling the parking lot, looking for someone or something. We were ignored by this cop, but all signs said the area was closed at 11PM. Deciding to head back, my energy seemed to continue increasing.
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I stayed ahead of my group of friends, able to see all of the bushes on either side of the road lined with white webs. The humidity had made every spider web in these bushes seemingly illuminate with a white hue. It began to drizzle, though no one seemed to mind as we headed back to the Inn. I had began to wish I knew how my friends were feeling, but was hesitant to ask them out of fear of being intrusive or obnoxious. At this time, my girlfriend was claiming she wished she felt like me. When we had returned to our apartment and sat down, she said it was clear the LSD had kicked in. We dimmed the lights and played enjoyable electronic music, while a few of us occupied ourselves with light toys and had conversation with one another. This was enjoyable, as everyone was freely expressing ideas and describing their experience. Up until this point, It had seemed to me that everyone besides myself was remaining very quiet. I was constantly worried about being too loud, or talking too much and making one of my friends' trips unsettling.
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At this point everyone was relaxing in the same room, though ever since we had come back in I began to feel restricted. The apartment seemed smaller, hotter, and less welcoming than before. I was interested in trying to occupy myself with a movie, video games, or other music, but doubted anyone would want that. Instead, I began to fall into my thoughts. I was considering what I'd seen from my friends on there many trips, and could feel myself becoming frustrated because I couldn't find something to occupy my mind. At this point I started to feel like I had to convince myself that it was a positive experience. I had mentioned that I enjoyed parts of mushrooms better, and Sariah said to me 'No way, don't say mushrooms are better.' The strangest thought had come over me. I believed that Sariah was trying to convince me not to have a bad trip, that if I thought mushrooms were better then LSD, my trip would go haywire. I quickly dismissed this, because I knew in my mind that everyone else was experiencing a flood of ideas and feelings as well. It was near impossible for any of us to accurately interpret one another, though it was easy, fun, and occupying to converse.
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For a short while, sitting on the floor and listening to the others talk, I had observed and worried about Ashe. She was saying virtually nothing, but was visibly happy and entertained by her experienced. Everyone else remained talkative. As I looked at my girlfriend I had noticed a small area in the bottom of my vision become black. I was swinging a pendulum light between my fingers, with my eyes focused on the red, green, blue, and white colors of it. However, everything around me was becoming covered in the black. The small section of black from the corner of my eye overtook an entire side of the room, leaving only myself and the pendulum light sitting in vast darkness. I openly described this visual to my friends at the time, who seemed to find it awesome.
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After this point my visuals had almost completely cleared up. As I sat in the room with my friends I found myself frustrated, fighting inside my mind the idea of becoming lost in my thoughts. I was refusing to fall victim to doubt or insecurity, or rapid mood change. I felt stale, like I had to occupy myself with something else, though getting up and moving to do that was impossible. I sat for a while, occupied with the idea of refusing to fall victim to 'mindfucking', or agonizing in my thoughts as I have heard described
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It was three or four hours later, about five in the morning. I had began laying and talking with my girlfriend, while Sariah, Cannon, and Tay slept on the floor. Jane, who had been good company and also seemed like an experienced tripper, decided to leave. Ashe began to describe her own experience to me, as we went through long periods of laughing hysterically about everything we discussed with Cannon and Wreck. At many points, we found ourselves saying 'I just want this lingering feeling to end'. The experienced had seemed to pass very quickly, and it was obvious to Cannon, Wreck, Ashe, and I that sleep was not going to happen. I instead decided to leave with Wreck and my girlfriend a few hours later.
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For along while I had decided not to use LSD, though I watched many friends do so. I had been unsure about the drug for a long time. I'm still left with feeling mostly unsure. I don't understand the substance, and I get the impression that many people who use it are on a quest for something, or a journey to master the substance. It's effects I found not as enjoyable as other drugs, but unique and extremely positive. The experience did not fail to disappoint me, and I was having fun achieving the effects I desired. I had come down from the trip feeling very empowered with my ability to reason, and my self control and willpower. I could have done with longer, and more intense visual hallucinations, and I also could have gone without the racing thoughts that were induced. As had been described to me, it was impossible to keep track of my thoughts and was a mental struggle to remain positive, clear headed, and alert. This was only for a slight time, though, and I feel it's fitting as I have heard it described as part of the LSD experience many times before. I don't know if I'll use LSD again, but chances are I won't. I don't feel up to investing myself into it, as I'm left feeling I may have to, to enjoy it on the level I see many others do. All in all, a worthwhile and super fun, introspective experience.<!-- End Body -->
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Pre-History: I am an 18-year old boy, living in Belgium. I have had a number of acid and mushroom experiences. In my old days I was very fed up with amphetamines en mdma, during these times I had a few bad trips on acid. But lately my life has been going for the best, and my trips are getting more and more spiritual. At a good Friday-night I was planning to take some acid. There was a psytrance party I might wanted to go to, but it soon turned out I wanted a more solo-experience.
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(00:00) My trip started at home at midnight. I took a very potent Hoffmann 2000 blotter.
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(00:15) The first acid waves are noticeable. I put on some psytrance music, Sesto Sento. Mmmh lovely music… There is a little tension in my body, no anxiety, but more a happy welcoming of the acid kicking in. I roll some joints for underway.
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(00:30) I go to my garage to take my bicycle to the party, but when I do this I make up my mind. I don’t wanna go to the party already. I made a big walk in town, tripping around, very nice walk.
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(01:30) I am expecting a phone call from a friend for a few hours, but I decide to put off my phone to have no feelings of possible interruption. I jump on my bicycle when I get home, but I am not really planning to go to the party. I bike to a very chill distant area. It’s a group of benches but hidden in a little park. I knew nobody would ever disturb me here.
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(02:00) I smoke a joint to peak the experience. I smoke about half of it. Everything is starting to breath very vividly. I close my eyes, I see all kind of circles with strange patterns on them. I try shifting my consciousness through my whole body and the colours change when I travel through my body. I open my eyes, full of confidence. I decide I should go to party anyway. I decide I should roll another joint here to smoke at the party. I take some weed from the baggie and put it in my hand. I start to grind the weed with my hands. But it feels very weird, very soft. I look, and suddenly my weed has changed into little green gremlins, very very small. They start jumping around.
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I try to continue to roll, but it’s impossible. Now I try to put it back in the baggie. But even that is impossible. Now my whole environment is full of the little green animals. They become larger, and look like the creature Gollum from lord of the rings, but totally in green. They are like little swamp people totally in green. My inner conversation is now being held out loud. I call them ‘the green little mutants’ First I am a bit suspicious against them. The mutants start jumping up and down. I relax and put myself in a comfortable position on the bench. I start thinking about why they are here? Is it a message from my mind that I smoke to much pot? Must be… I put the baggie away, but the weed is still in my hand. I am complete zen now, I don’t want to move, and I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.
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The green mutants starting getting more ferocious.
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My eyes are opened. There is a second vision created. It’s like a sort of projection screen. Al my focus is now gathered in this new vision. I see myself. I am playing basketball I think at the school basketball field. I see some scenes of my youth flashing by. Awesome visions. Soooo accurately. They come out of nowhere. Nothing in the environment could have triggered it. The visions come straight from the inside of my mind. The next thing I see on the ‘projection screen’ is a cop on the street. The screen is just 1m before my eyes, so I startle. I am distracted for a few seconds and out of everywhere I see sirenes, there are people coming out of everywhere. The thought of running is there for a second, but then I realize I am busy with my mind. I search concentration again. The screen is there again.
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I think of my girlfriend. My deepest fantasies are projected on the screen. I see my body, how it works, I see myself breathing. First with my stomach, then with my chest. I see our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Then I see my body again. A fully mature body, but inside the body there is a little man. At that time I interpreted that I might feel like I am mature and confident, but my mind inside is still that of a child.
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A lot of sad thoughts enter my mind, the little green mutants start laughing at me. But inside I still had a feeling I had to stay relaxed. I’d prove the little mutants wrong. I would attain my calm even if the world would end. The cops returned from everywhere. All kinds of people started to surround me. I closed my eyes very gently, and I felt like I was falling. Then suddenly I started breathing very deep, and suddenly I stop breathing. I feel like I am drowning, I am fading away. My vision is becoming blurry. I calmly regained my breath.
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I opened my eyes, everything was calm for a moment. I wanted to move, but then I heard a loud whispering in my left ear. And a man with a little flamethrower appeared, he was scaring me. But I enjoyed this. You might think I am a masochist… But deep inside I knew the rebirth would follow eventually… But I must admit I was very afraid the moment after this. A pack of black dogs came out of the bushes. One of them approached me and he bit of my penis. Then a bright light came and covered my whole sight. It consisted mainly of psychedelic white, pink and yellow colors. Some time after this, I put my weed in my baggie and left.
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(04:30) I realize I have been sitting there for quite a while. I ride home on my bicycle, full of confidence again. Chasing and sometimes being chased by the little green mutants. But the rest of the trip was very calm, I never had so much clear thinking…
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(04:45) At home I see that my mp3-player is on and playing a song. I check which song it is, ‘Darkpsy – Mutants’. This was rather ironic and pretty shocking at that moment…
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I smoke the rest of my joint in the garden, I think more about my girlfriend and I can see her very vividly in front of me… The rest of my trip I fill my time, by taking a shower, eating a bit, and falling asleep like a rock<!-- End Body -->
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We each ate 1 dose (liquid dropped on candy) at 8:00pm. There were three of us, plus three pet cats in the house.
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I had acquired the doses from people I love very much and find very pure in God’s love, and I felt a great deal of trust and gratitude in my mindset. I also trusted the two friends who were sharing the trip with me (they are experienced psychedelic users) and felt that I was in a safe setting.
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We smoked a bowl of medical-grade cannabis. I was a little excited and I think my friends thought it would calm the trip a bit.
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We put in a movie. An hour later, I began to see the characters' facial expressions change and morph to reflect their emotional states. Anger and sadness made the facial features morph with sharp lines and angry eyebrows; happiness or love made them approachable and fluid (two characters who were in love had kaleidoscopic eyes filled with brilliant, sparking colors). Though the characters’ facial expressions were probably consistent and stable by “sober” standards, they were continuously changing.
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I was pretty sure I was high.
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The pattern on the rug became fluid also; certain colors in the pattern seemed to dance above others. One of the cats began scratching on a toy, which sounded like popcorn inside my head. I pet one of the cats, feeling how soft and alive the fur was. We listened to Lee “Scratch” Perry’s album Kung Fu and the Dragon and marveled at how the album art “totally nails [the feeling of being high on acid].” I felt several elements of knowledge about pop culture and mysticism become integrated in my mind. It was as though a doorway had been opened for me to “get it” – that is, understand what the 1960s counterculture had been trying to say and how it tied to the transcendent mystic traditions.
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We smoked another bowl of cannabis at this point.
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We had set out some art supplies, and I started with colored pencils. The pencils made no sense, and I became frustrated quickly with the largeness of the task of holding one and making lines. The pastels were much better and I easily became immersed in the colors. I had a great feeling of overwhelming existential joy – one might call it a mystical flow state, union with God, or just plain “blissed out” – whatever it was, I felt called to express my happiness through color. It seemed as though each choice I made was deliberate and perfect, destined through my happiness to fall into place perfectly in harmony with the universe. Synergy or synchronicity, I think, are terms used to describe this. I’m not sure. I just felt like I was “in the zone” with the art, and moreover, with life. “Hey, [friend’s name],” I said. “I’m high on acid!”
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Fuck yes.
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Previously, about a week prior to the experience, I had begun reading about entheogens (Pinchbeck’s “Breaking Open the Head”) and listening to podcasts about them, (specifically the one featuring Ford’s book “Becoming God”). I have been a mystical seeker all my life, and have read widely on enlightenment and psychedelics, but I wanted to prepare for my first acid trip and thus had redoubled my interest in the subject.
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Because I was coming from such a strong, happy place to begin with, any potentially frightening images were easily dispelled by remembering the things I’d read about how to cope emotionally with an acid trip.
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As I’d learned, I remembered, “Everything is love; ask what’s next; don’t expect, just feel love and union and focus on God,” and therefore any closed-eye visuals I experienced became beautiful, rainbow-hued fractal patterns infused with brilliant light (which I felt was similar to the light people experience in near-death experiences or to illumination from God). These fractals featured indescript, beautiful geometries infused with the divine rainbow light as well as curling, tendril, claw-like geometries that held dark energy. I remembered reading that acid can reveal the yin-yang quality of reality, and as I watched the visuals, I realized that both dark and light energy are necessary to make the world. I sought the light but acknowledged the darkness. I felt peaceful, blissful, and trusting of God.
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At one point, the three of us went outside to look at stars and to smoke cigarettes. As we stood outside, I felt so unified with my friends. They spoke to one another and I could tell that they felt a connection with one another. This union was present throughout the trip, but was particularly strong at two points: standing outside under the stars, and while playing with tarot cards.
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One of my friends said she was “feeling the tarot” and so she took out her cards. She asked me to shuffle them and cut them with my intention clear in my mind. I did, wanting simply to find God’s pure intention for me and to understand. My friend laid out three cards, past, present, and future. The present card had, to me, an aura surrounding it. The aura was multi-colored, prismatic. The rainbow aura energy (which was similar to the closed-eye visuals I’d experienced earlier) was also present in a line in front of my friend’s face and heart as she read the tarot.
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I interpreted my reading as symbolizing the progress I’d recently made in therapy regarding some family problems (the past card), the culmination of my emotional struggles in the LSD experience and associated mystic reading (the present card), and our ability as elements of the universe to create our own experiences through intention and happiness (the future card). Interestingly, the past and future cards related to one another. Both were about material possessions (the family problems heavily involved these, and I’d been struggling to cultivate a sense of detachment from the materials around me).
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At any rate, during this same period of time, I also experienced the visual phenomenon of my flesh sinking and discoloring. I found that this was easily remedied by again focusing on love; as my focus became stronger and flooded my body with love, my flesh became white and luminous and smooth.
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At one point, I went into the bathroom. I’d been cautioned against looking into the mirror too much while on acid, so initially I was careful to avoid looking into the mirror. But at some point, I felt that it was important I be able to face myself confidently and happily in the mirror, so I looked. Initially, I saw some of the sinking, discoloring phenomenon near my chin and my eyes, but as I determined to love the person I saw in the mirror and to love myself, again, I became glowing and free, smooth in appearance.
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I felt free from the continual, perfectionistic self-doubt that had plagued me for the past ten years.
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I also, at one point, saw a green disfiguration on one of the cat’s faces. It was unilateral, just on the left side. It seemed mucous-like to me, though it was more like an aura or like the sinking disfiguration I’d seen on my own body than like mucous. The cat’s disfiguration was different in color, more green than grey. I found out later in the night that the cat was sick with a sneezing, coughing sickness. I tried to send the cat love and to feel love strongly myself, and I was able to influence the green disfiguration but not to eliminate it.
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I realized that I could only control myself and that the trouble was the cat’s, but also, that I could help the cat by sending it love and by feeling love myself. This was a freeing revelation; my only obligation was to love! The greatest way for me to help others was to love!
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I laid down, exhausted, at about 3:15am (7 hours after dosing) and finally came down enough to sleep around 6:15am (10 hours after dosing). I slept until 12:15am and woke up feeling mostly normal and quite refreshed.
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The best and most effective strategy was to maintain inner stillness and trust in God. I think that previous experience with meditation is helpful and that it was important to have several activities in reserve that seemed like they would be comforting and joyful.
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Some things I brought or experienced as comfort: art supplies (pastels were great, pencils not so great; I’ve also heard the recommendation for blacklight paint), food (fruits, vegetables, nuts), essential oils to smell, pets (though this could go both ways, I think, depending on the dosage and set), outdoors, trusted friends.
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LSD can’t substitute for years of reading, meditation, therapy, and inner struggle, but in a few short hours of bliss, I came to feel insight, peace, and enlightenment in a way I hadn’t felt in many years of continual struggle. I realize now that struggle is not the answer; peace and love are available; the hardest task is to cherish and listen to them.
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LSD was a very healing medicine for me, and I believe it could help many of us given the right circumstances. I can see how it would be easy to abuse LSD, but I gained a serious amount of respect for the playfulness of the universe and feel that this is a powerful and beautiful medicine for psychological healing.
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<tr><td>Gender: Not Specified</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jul 20, 2010</td><td>Views: 9,052</td></tr>
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12:45 PM - 10 blotter hits LSD (Sublingual)
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5:00 PM - 20 mg 2C-P (Oral)
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6:30 PM - 5 blotter hits LSD (Sublingual)
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It was a sunny day, just below the perfect temperature to be comfortable outside. I went to [a college] with my best friend J to meet my other best friend D. On the ride, I dropped 10 hits of blotter I had recently procured. Within about 20 minutes, I started to notice visual distortions similar to 1 or 2 hits, and by the time an hour had passed, I began to feel excited and energetic, as if I was two hours into a 5 hit trip. For a moment, I considered taking the other 10 strip I had, thinking this wasn't very strong. After some thought, though, I realized that the 'trip' that had 'plateaued' had only been the come up; I would normally only expect to experience threshold effects at 1 hour.
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I had wanted to take a 10 strip since I was younger and a lot less mature, but the circumstances were very inviting. My friends were not tripping, so I didn't have anyone to take care of, and I was being monitored and kept on track. Because of this, I experienced NO anxiety and was pretty lucid all the way through. The doses of psychedelics to which I've become accustomed to taking are somewhat high compared to those taken by most people who are not my close friends. When close individuals take responsibility for their friends' short term sanity when tripping, it becomes fairly easy to get through just about anything. I'll list some significant past experiences:
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5 hits blotter LSD + 7 g Mushrooms + syrian rue extract
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3 hits blotter LSD + 300 mg DXM (by far the most intense trip I've ever experienced)
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35(+) mg 2C-E
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30 mg 2C-I + 25 mg 2C-E
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30 mg 2C-P
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14 g Mushrooms
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This trip was very different from my more recent trips. Acid has a way of directing my attention away from the fact that I'm on a drug, pushing me into the experience. I felt like I understood the reason why people call it an 'experience' rather than a very interesting chemical (something I've become accustomed to feeling about 2c-x's).
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So back to the trip. When we arrived (2:00 PM), for about five minutes I was unable to make sense of taking my things out of the car and figuring out how to wear a shirt. Once I wasn't holding a jumble of items, it became much easier to think. After we got situated and picked up some Guinness Extra Stout and Sam Adams Light (for contrast), we hung out in D's kitchen with the door open to the outside. I was SO excited about every idea anyone had, but it was really easy to lose my train of thought if I didn't concentrate hard. J cheerfully commented, 'I haven't seen B this f***ed up in a long time!' and I encouraged him to subtly mess with me to confuse me all day. We started listening to Autechre, which was extremely euphoric. D had found a torrent for the limited edition version of the album Quaristice, which has an extra 11 songs that are about ideas in the first 20 songs. Autechre has a way of taking a certain idea and making it three-dimensional; the song structure uses themes with such variation and development that reminds me of the way vision works when I move to get a better idea of the intricacies of a surface. To me, listening to these 11 songs was like walking all the way behind the ideas.
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I soon remembered that I had promised a friend of mine that I would call her. The night before, she was so drunk that she forgot how to pretend to be a person she's not, and I listened intently. What she said changed the way I felt about her so much that something really changed in me. I had been somewhat interested in her, but I realized that I didn't consider our interaction to be a true friendship. There was a definitive moment in which she became important to me so that I would value her friendship regardless of what it develops into. Holding her in such high esteem meant that it meant more to me to be her friend than to be romantically interested in her. I feel that I'm beginning to more fully understand what love is, although I now also realize that there is so much more to it that I have yet to discover.
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So I wrote a letter to her, recited it and rewrote it in the words I chose for speaking, and gave her a call. I wanted her to know that she's important to me because she's my friend, and that we don’t have to try to be romantic. Romance is a stream that runs through the veins of friendship, integral to every relationship, and there’s no mistaking it when it surfaces. Building a strong foundation will make whatever is on top of it strong, regardless of what the structure is used for. I told her, 'When there's no resistance, I don't have to push.' It's been exhilarating to actually feel the way I always thought I should feel about someone I care about. Love had always been more of an escalation of attraction; if I felt 'in love' with someone, it meant that I couldn't imagine a more attractive person, and that I felt euphoric whenever I perceived anything she did or even thought about her, and doing anything to communicate my love for her felt like the only thing that mattered at all in the world. However great that sounds, I realized that it is incomplete: the kind of friendship I have with D and J is true love between individuals, and to love someone in that way before letting myself fall for her is essential to gaining a true experience of her as a person and to fully being a person myself. (Despite the fact that our friendship never got very far as she had some strange personal issues interfering, I regret nothing and consider our short interaction a fundamental piece of my personal journey).
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After the conversation, I came back inside and measured out 20 mg of 2C-P to take orally. I had been peaking all day, but it was only 5:00 PM, and I felt that the slow onset of the 2C-P would be appropriate. However, the effects were somewhat limited, as if a cross tolerance had already developed, despite the typically lacking tolerance buildup with consecutive dosing of 2c's. Perhaps also I have become so accustomed to high doses of research chemicals that suggested doses of common acid tabs may be limited in strength comparatively. I must note that I was extremely energetic and in a wonderful mood, and maybe the fact that I had absolutely no difficult moments throughout the trip led me to believe that I was not experiencing enough effects. I had no delusions or thought loops, and my friends kept me focused through my scattered moments of distraction.
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As I explain my analysis of certain effects of acid and 2C-P, I must describe the explanation of the nature of the effects of all psychedelics that my friends and I have developed. Every psychedelic increases the amplitude (i.e., frequency or firing rate) of signals related to perception, and each psychedelic causes a different balance of emphases. For example, increasing the firing rate of cones in the eye causes brighter colors; However, the way that the brain handles such an increase is not often just a more intense version of the idea. Signals that are significantly amplified are given more specific attention through various pathways. When visual contrast is randomly increased, the brain evaluates this information to communicate movement, even if the object is known to be stationary. It is our hypothesis that the effects experienced from a psychedelic are better described as subjectively experiencing the brain's reactions to signals that are simply amplified.
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From this experience, it seems that acid is very opposite from 2C-P with regard to certain metaphysical ideas. I felt very hesitant to say that two ideas or objects are not actually the same thing. It seemed important to note the possibility that a distinction could be based on an incomplete idea or flawed point of view such that the distinction is erroneous. Objects and ideas feel connected by something greater than them; this gives rise what I would call common 'acid revelations' such as Bill Hicks' humorously accurate portrayal:
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'Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves'
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On acid, Black and white are not distinguished by a line between them but may be represented as extrema on a single curve of their synthesis - in this case, grey.
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My experiences with 2C-P have suggested to me that those realizations on acid are actually the result of the emphasis on a particular aspect of perception that is pushed by the drug: 2C-P has a nearly opposite effect, which seems to emphasize the existence of an object or idea (i.e., the perception of its existence is experienced repeatedly) so much that taking note of the distinction between objects or ideas becomes practically the most important priority necessary to gaining a clear understanding of anything. I recall being hung up on the distinction between the infinite limit of a converging sum and the actual integer L; this distinction is not unlike the difference between being sure that I am and I exist versus being sure that an object that I am not has existence also supplemented by being. I was convinced that any idea could be expressed through binary logic but because any object possesses being and existence, the only way to overcome this two-dimensional idea is to map the dimensions into one, i.e., to assume that the dimensions are the same entity.
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If the separation of distinct entities is the first element of thought used to consider ideas, how then are ideas related? An infinitesimally small point is infinitely separated from one other such point in a space; however, the synthesis of various ratios of separation between several unique points is used to consider the meaning of individual separations practically as a scale. The effect that the existence of an object or idea has on another idea has less to do with defining the idea itself but rather is concerned with its position in a composite topological space. Despite the inability to represent the entire set within a topology all at once, subsets are possible to conceptualize; after walking around a building, you can’t see all four sides of it at once, but you can surely understand the idea of each and the idea of their sum that connects them.
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When the distinction is made between objects, the discovery is made: 'That is a thing, and it's not the same as other things.' It then felt necessary to consider polygonal containers to create directional reference boundaries around ideas to allow a spatial interlocking of the spaces around and between them. Interlocking containers are used to create a reference frame that allows for the practical relations of the 'things' (entities) contained by them.
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When combined, the acid seemed to take control the 2C-P; its effects seemed curved and truncated to resemble acid. This may be related to doing the acid prior to the 2C-P, as well as the idea that any intersection between effects would be vastly emphasized over the differences between them. Thoughts became a bit sillier (silliness is a notion strongly associated with describing the effects of 2C-P, although it is not unique to it by any means), and it became easier to feel spatially disoriented. It wasn't unfamiliar enough that I couldn't treat it with the same attention I was giving the acid, but it was definitely different. Geometric patterns were peeking through my vision, but not dominating it; the two drugs seemed at odds with each other visually. It was as if the geometric patterning from the 2C-P was a sphere covered in the viscous, neon colored fluid that by the effects of the acid had assumed authority to represent all matter previous to this point.
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It seemed that all objects were made of this sort of material - it could morph and form or flow, and in every color I felt and saw a rainbow. The natural form of the fluid could be likened to Nickelodeon GAK, especially in its ability to form around a shape enough to be nearly transparent. Although the geometry could not be directly perceived, it could be inferred by the shape of its interaction with the fluid. There were occasions, although short in duration, in which the 2C-P burst through the surface usually as black-white high contrast flashes.
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J had fallen asleep, so D and I watched television for a while. As I began to drink a large glass of Guinness extra stout, I noticed almost completely immediate effects. Throughout the trip, my mind would slowly attempt to assume levels of attention to ideas consistent with a sober mind; slowly, I was learning how to be sober, despite the still very strong effects of the chemicals. After each large sip of beer, I would forget all that and become extremely silly for about 5 minutes. Then I'd recollect myself and I could do it again. The simple task of typing a song name and hitting play was complicated by my fascination with every object in reaching distance, especially if I could pretend it was a hat. It was as if I experienced a psychedelic peak (due to increased mental vulnerability) with every sip of alcohol!
<br>
<br>
As I waited for J to wake up, D and I watched a bit of television. The show Bleach was on, and while I had seen a few episodes, it never caught my attention until now. In this particular episode, Rukia experiences a flashback of the first time she trained with her deceased sensei, Kaien Shiba. Her inner monologue as she runs with Kaien reveals her deepest feelings: “I remember this. This scenery, every tree in the grove. This bouncing feeling of anxiety and excitement and warmth, all blending together. This is the place where Kaien-dono first trained me.” I was floored by such a perfect way to illustrate that she truly admires this person. Kaien reflects on his superior’s philosophy regarding the purpose of fighting. He says that fighting to protect one’s life and to protect one’s pride are actually fighting for the same thing: the heart. He asks Rukia, “Where do you think that ‘heart’ is?” Flustered, Rukia puts her hand over her chest and says, “w… well, um.. of course it’s right around here… isn’t it?” Kaien confidently stands tall while lowering his head to meet her eyes with his, flexes his arm and puts his fist right between his and Rukia’s hearts. “..maybe. But I think that the heart is right here.” This scene has had a longstanding impact on me as I see the heart that I share with my closest friends as the synthesis of material and spiritual; it is essential to my humanity and the joy of living.
<br>
<br>
Around 2:00 AM, J finally showed some signs of life, and I assured him that some champagne would wake him up. We checked out the party the neighbors threw upstairs, which was a nice warm up. Things died down and we wandered down the street until we found another party with plenty of friendly people, and J got in touch with a friend, Da, who came down with us but partied elsewhere. A few guys were heading over toward that neighborhood, and so we called a taxi and showed up to Da’s friends’ house. Combined with my already energetic state, the way J and I feed off of each other like we’re building a tower of excitement led us to take a dying party and turn it into a dance off on the deck for another four hours. I had previously met this dude at a gas station on the way to the university who was carrying an armful of empty beer cans as he climbed out of his pickup, and by some extravagant coincidence, he was right there with us, partying. He spotted me and yelled, “I told you I’d see ya later!” despite not knowing anyone there at all. The atmosphere we helped create seemed to bring out the best in everyone, especially Da. I perceived a rare humor about her, radiating with spirit and felicity while keenly self aware. As daylight approached, J and I retreated to D’s house to conclude this outstanding adventure.
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Ever since, (it’s been a couple months), I’ve felt such vigor and direction, and I’ve realized the importance of faith in all of this. I feel that finding a more true understanding of the abstracts (love, joy, justice, equality, and, similarly, their cause, which Plato calls “the good” and I would call God) requires faith in the absolute nature of the transcendent. Faith that love is greater, faith that life is more wonderful, faith that God is good and that goodness is real are required to gain significant insight into the natures of these things. I’ve never felt so in touch with living, and I see the single purpose of everything I’ve ever experienced to be to bring me here.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Sep 22, 2010</td><td>Views: 14,328</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">87.5 ug</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 bowl</td>
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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>
<br>
My Mind:<br>
* sober when I first dosed.<br>
* naturally drug-sensitive.<br>
* no prescription medications.<br>
* officially diagnosed with tourette's syndrome, obsessive-compulsive disorder, attention deficit disorder and asperger's syndrome. Present range of symptoms mild to very mild, self-managed with CBT strategies.<br>
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Set &amp; Setting:<br>
* at home, living with girlfriend and her family.<br>
* everyone at home is drug-tolerant, no need to hide anything.<br>
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Past Drug Experiences:<br>
* pothead (everyday smoker) for about 5 years.<br>
* tried and enjoyed a few other kinds of drugs.<br>
* never tried any psychedelics before, vague idea of what to expect...<br>
* ... Or so I thought.<br>
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* * * * *<br>
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NOTE: This is a LIVE trip report! It gets kinda weird and cosmic the more you read but it's all truth :).<br>
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Put on some Shpongle. Already noticing more depth and layers in the music. I’m perspiring, yet calm. Field of vision seems to be tilting a few degrees to the left, perhaps I’m noticing the tilt in the floor more than I normally would have. No crazy visuals yet.<br>
<br>
Still no visuals, but everything I look at, touch and hear is just more... Interesting. Textures have more depth, music has more layers, everything is much brighter.<br>
<br>
Overwhelming feeling of total bliss, similar to a very strong hash high but also completely individual in its own rite. I’m DEFINITELY feeling some changes within my being/soul/self/idontknow this is fucking awesome oh man<br>
<br>
okay gonna try going out to the backyard now, gotta see what nature is like<br>
<br>
before going outside I looked in the mirror. I wanted to drop to my knees and cry, I realized just how beautiful a person I am inside. It's me! I’m here! I’m a human being!<br>
<br>
just got back from outside. Didn't realize the brick walkway was so uneven and warped. Everything was so beautiful, this is such a beautiful day. I saw a squirrel and then he ran away over the fence. Had to go back inside because my girlfriend was getting cold. Typing is much more difficult now. I’m such a n00b, I still have that tab under my tongue but I don't know if I should get rid of it yet or what. 'Joe' still isn't answering his phone.<br>
<br>
okay, I feel like an even bigger n00b now, just called the guy I got this acid from, apparently visuals won't start happening for another few hours or so. What the fuck do I know. Oh well, I’m ready for it when it happens. Also apparently I could've swallowed the tab ten minutes in, not over an hour in. *gulp* done.<br>
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started laughing hysterically out in the garage, loud and happy and love oh I am laughing for the sake of laughing because it feels good oh does it ever feel good<br>
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we humans invented time. We created time. It is our brainchild. They say we need time but time needs us, without us and the constant attention we pour into this creation of ours it would cease to exist. We are the structure, the pillars, the support, the architect. We are. It's so clear. The human mind and all its creations. We are god.<br>
<br>
I feel the overwhelming urge to sob and cry in utter joy and happiness. I'll be criticized for this inside the house. I must go to the garage. Hahahhahahhhhahhahhahha<br>
<br>
haha I keep distracting myself from what I was gonna do before, but I’m gonna do it after I type this. Just wanted to report that I hugged my girlfriend and it was wonderful, but even more wonderful were the feelings leading up to the hug. She asked me, 'can you give me a hug?' I said yes, yes I can, and it's wonderful, I can hug, I can touch, I can love. Oh yes. Okay crying time now, I'll report again when I come back from the garage. Hope I don't wander outside absent-mindedly past the boundaries of the property in which I reside, but what is this property, what is this other than a comfort zone we construct for ourselves, an idea that having a roof over ones head symbolizes stability, goodness, the ridiculousness of it all is becoming comical and lovely. :) oh god it's 5:39pm now, maybe I don't need to cry, I'll go find out now.<br>
<br>
wow, didn't think that much time passed. Haha time. Didn't end up crying, but I sobbed a little bit, mostly internally. The tears didn't flow but I felt them, they were great. I think I've still a few more social filters to break through before I can truly bawl my eyes out on a level I so deeply desire but with every passing minute it feels easier and closer.<br>
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I called 'Joe' when I was in the garage and chatted with him for a while. He's really happy to hear about my experience. He's on his way over right now, I'll be waiting for him in the backyard in about an hour and fifteen minutes. He's bringing pot! But even better, 'Joe' is coming yay yay yay I love 'Joe'! If it weren't for his gentle and wise advice I definitely wouldn't feel brave enough to do what I’m doing today.<br>
<br>
time for more shpongle time time time<br>
<br>
at first I thought I was overanalyzing but no, I know what this feels like, I feel like my soul is stuck in a perpetual state of peak orgasm, coexisting with the aftercuddle that follows mind-blowing sex<br>
<br>
one of my biggest worries going into this trip is that what I'd feel would be beyond words and impossible to convey but this file sure is putting that worry to rest quickly. Look at how much I've recorded! The words come to me with such ease, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa<br>
<br>
I just felt like typing something<br>
<br>
I am trembling with joy and amazement and wonder and awe<br>
<br>
I can't believe it's been a whole minute. Okay I'll take a break from this file for a bit, I just need to feel<br>
<br>
enough listening to music, I’m going to make some. Sort of. Time for some frets on fire!<br>
<br>
okay 'Joe' should be here any time soon, more than a feeling by Boston never felt so alive, life never felt so alive<br>
<br>
I think 'Joe' should be here any minute, though I said that earlier because I didn't understand what time it was or how long it had been. Here I was talking about time -- which we invented and created -- and now it's just slipping away from me...<br>
<br>
you know, when I first took this hit, I was expecting to see all sorts of weird, pretty visuals. I don't think I've got a single visual yet, but it doesn't matter anymore. That's not what it's about, that's not what it's about! I just feel it within me and it flows through me and it wakes me up, it's so wonderful, it's so wonderful!<br>
<br>
even within the first hour I realized why the powers-that-be don't want us to open up our minds with this wonderful, beautiful substance, but aside from that, this is something that could replace the world economy. It would replace the dollar, the euro, the pound, everything. People would give it, people would share it. It would break down barriers of what's 'ours' and what's 'theirs', what's 'mine' and what's 'yours'. LSD could bring about the singularity.<br>
<br>
I can feel a part of myself resisting. Resisting what it's trying to tell me. It's like I want to know it, but there's a certain element of fear there that thinks it's protecting me. Maybe when I take a full hit it'll be too much for my defenses to handle. Then I'll know. Then I'll know what it's trying to tell me. Right now it's eating away at me like crazy. Damn it...<br>
<br>
I gotta keep reminding myself that I’m probably only half way into this, if even that! This is such a unique experience, especially how when I first dosed, I was questioning whether or not anything was really happening, but now... Well now just fucking listen to me, hahahaha! I just can't stop logging all everything I’m feeling! It's such a wonderful feeling, I have to type it all up, I have to share it, I don't know what else to do!! I hope 'Joe' gets here soon! I’m gonna give him a great big hug as soon as he gets here and thank him for helping me feel brave enough to try LSD.<br>
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I just discovered how malleable and shapeable this whole experience can be! I can almost instantly go from being all mentally hyperactive and spun to being totally mellow and calm. I've never felt this much freedom within my own mind!<br>
<br>
I’m smoking my first bowl of pot through the trip thanks to 'Joe' arriving here and getting me high. More to come.<br>
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I barely feel spun anymore, I think the pot mellowed it out. It's still there, though, waiting to come back to the foreground.<br>
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okay yeah, the acid's coming back for sure now. Wheeeeeee!<br>
<br>
I don't know if enya was singing about lsd when she wrote 'china roses', but damn if it didn't send ripples through my soul and remind me of my feelings through this very experience, which is still going pretty fucking strong. Clearly, I need to listen to more enya.<br>
<br>
after a good, long cuddle with my girlfriend and doing a lot of energy play and exploration with her (keep in mind she's 100% sober and has never done psychedelics in her life, she's just really fucking good with energy to begin with) I think I may be ready for sleep soon. I’m still a little spun, but my mind feels like my body after many hours spent longboarding. Aching, burning, but totally satisfied and fulfilled. It's a good exhaustion that comes from something fun and wholesome.<br>
<br>
okay, now I know what they mean by 'you're done with LSD before it's done with you'. As I lay in bed trying to get some rest, I couldn't get my head to stop racing around until about now. Ten hours... Holy shit. Going to sleep now. Good night!<br>
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The Morning After<br>
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Everything seems a little brighter and warmer today. I feel I've gained a new perspective on life. I feel like I'll be looking at the world through completely different eyes from now on. I feel reborn. LSD has changed me for the better. I'll never be the same again.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jul 27, 2010</td><td>Views: 6,441</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
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I had done acid before with a friend of mine, and she and I had experienced what one could call an average acid trip, if you can even suggest that such a thing can be average. We looked at patterns in blankets and had the same conversation over and over, etc. When it comes to my drug usage I like to think I'm a pretty sensible person when it comes to drug usage--except on very few occasions I haven't gone overboard smoking weed or drinking, and even then I try to stay sober. It was me and another friend, Amelie (a first timer), who were tripping, along with 2 other friends (Zach and Ann) who couldn't trip due to psychological and medical problems. Though they are close friends of mine, Amelie and I's proximity to the two during the trip affected it to a great degree, as we were dragged from one thing to the next by our sober friends who wanted to do crazy things with the trippy people or to fuck with the tripping people.
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After the trip started (roughly an hour in), we were brought to a folk concert that our friends were holding because a large number of people were tripping on that day, so...I guess it seemed like a good plan. While I am sure that the people who were playing (who were not tripping) all felt like they were being polite and tolerant of our experiences or something, speaking to my friends later we felt like we were being condescended upon, an experience made worse for me because I'd never met the lead singer before, and the lead singer was acting as if he knew me, so I wasn't entirely sure if he was real, or a magician, or something.
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Patterns are something that human beings create habitually--we pray, it rains, we thank the rain god. Psychadelics increase this behavior to a larger degree: I wrote in a notebook I brought with me that 'The acidhead tends to link things which no sober person would link. Sometimes this is a positive thing, in creating new realizations and new conceptions of things. However, a lot of the time I am simply connecting things that happened in ways that don't make OBJECTIVE (emphasis in text) sense.' I was partially aware of this when I was tripping on LSD for the first time, but this realization--that a lot of the things that I was experiencing were subjective and creations of my mind, rather than real, affected the trip to a very large degree.
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<br>
Because of this knowledge, I didn't let my paranoia get out of hand. However, as time moved forward more and more people left the concert to do other things, and Amelie also left, and ended up spending the rest of the majority of her trip with Ann. This was pretty bad for me--I'd never tripped alone, and I wanted to do the trip primarily as a way go get to know Amelie better. I went to my college's coffee co op, and lay on the couch while I was peaking. Another friend of mine who was aware of my condition was volunteering at the time, and he had chosen to play extremely dark goth music. I stared at the grafitti and paintings in that co op for an hour while listening to Marylin Manson, frankly very overwhelmed. After a while someone asked me about the journalistic integrity of the Economist. This is an example of an objective experience--objectively someone asking you about the journalistic integrity of a magazine is a pretty normal thing. However to me it took me 5 minutes to say, basically 'yeah they're an ok paper'. I said something about Palestine that I don't remember and then the person attempted to turn my point back on me. I then said precisely this 'I cannot...right now', and promptly left to go to an abandoned part of the campus.
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I lay in the corner of a lot (a more comfortable experience than one might expect), during the rest of my peak, though during the walk to the lot I had managed to get some sort of control over myself (It's God's day, after all, I said in my head, though I'm not religious). The next hour went as so--I would writhe in the sun, eating air as I called it, then when I had a poignant thought I would stop, take a bite of the apple I had with me (which was delicious), and write the thought down. I had the strong feeling of 'Why are you doing this silly, silly thing?'
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<br>
It was a trip that reaffirmed my liking of normality, which is very odd when I think about it. During my trip, during the whole section of the trip after I left the coffee co op for the first time, I was thinking that though acid gives me new perspectives, said perspectives generally do not have a great deal of relevance to my day to day life. Perhaps it is different for some people, and now that I think about it I wasn't being entirely fair, but that's how I felt at the time. I was, at this point, thinking of tripping as a ridiculous thing I paid MONEY for so that I could just lie in the sun. I could lie in the sun without tripping, and then I'd be able to do work! While I'm tripping I can't do that, man, what a gyp.
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I've always felt that psychadelic experiences go on a little bit longer than they need to. Like, by 6 hours of shrooms I'm ready to 'get off', as it were, but I'm in for 2 more hours of feeling odd. With acid this is stronger, since the trip is so much longer and I’m so much more exhausted by the end of it. By this point, I'd tripped for 5 or 6 hours, and I wanted to stop. Normally, I would have acquiesced to the substance that was in me and continued to go along with the acid trip. But not this time--this time I tried, thoroughly, to join what I called the world of the Normal. I quickly walked back to my room, cleaned it, took my clothing and put it in the laundry. I then tried to think of something else to do, so I walked to my friends place, where they were playing Magic the Gathering. I watched the two guys--both were beginners--play, and listened to their talk about how epic what they were doing was. I was staring at an Island card, trying to give sound tactical and strategic advice. While I was trying as hard as I could to keep normal, the weird kept on poking out at me, like the spring of an old mattress.
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<br>
I then went to the laundry and put my clothes in the dryer. I went to the library and started to write a paper (which, upon later inspection, was uninspired--which is the last thing one might expect from a political scientist on an acid trip). I was suddenly confronted by a sense of lonelyness. I looked for Amelie--she'd left the world, and was in her bed, trying to sleep. I tried to not state that she was 8 hours into an acid trip so there were few things in the world that would allow her to sleep, and beyond that I have not heard of a positive dream one has had during an acid trip, but she told me that she'd see me tomorrow morning, and since her roomates were there, I decided it'd be best to leave.
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<br>
I was then struck with a sense of boringness. It was a Sunday night, so everyone was writing papers, or at home, so I wandered for a while, continually asking 'Is this what I'm supposed to do?' I ended up going back to my room and taking a shower (I thought that a shower was a supremely normal thing to do) while I was still angry at my boring contemporance. I wondered 'What is it that I normally do to make time move faster?' And then I realized. I picked up my zune and played Merriwether Post Pavilion 3 times. I think I then listened to Brothersport for a full half hour, while 'air-synthing', which meant moving my pointer fingers around frantically.
<br>
<br>
Amelie texted me, and I went to the quad to see that she had taken her blankets and computer and put them out on the lawn, which everyone walking by knew as an acid head thing to do, but hell, I was on acid, I thought, no need to condescend. I stayed with her for the rest of the hour, with us doing what we called 'acid sex' which meant we ruffled each other's hair. I then went back to my room and went to bed.
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I don't think I'm going to do acid again--while I avoided having a bad trip, there was definitely the undertone of not knowing why I was doing this ridiculous thing, and I think that doing it again would be to invite a bad trip.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 tablets</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 bowls</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(plant material)</b></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td>
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I have referred to myself as a Psychonaut for nearly two years, as I believe that the hallucinations and ideas induced by psychedelics are closely related to hidden subconscious thoughts. Substances like LSD and psilocybin seem to reveal my imagination, which can be both beautiful and terrible.
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I have been idolizing the rave scene for years, long before I even considered using drugs apart from weed. I've always enjoyed the spacey, digital quality of electronic music. I have composed many trance songs, and spent countless hours studying the work of psychedelic, trance, and drum &amp; bass artists. I envied my friends who had been to several raves before me. For about two years I had very little motivation and money, and couldn't attend a rave until after I turned 18.
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Shortly before my 17th birthday, I tried mushrooms with my brother (UnHoly) and my best friend (Jester). To make a long story short: We ate the shrooms, went for a walk, played with finger lights for the first time, meditated under a waterfall, went to Jester's house, and proceeded to trip like madmen until sunrise. It was beautiful and mind-blowing, and from that point on, we were in love with psychedelics. We took mushrooms several times in the following year, had a lot of fun and learned some interesting things about ourselves. The three of us gained a kind of psychic connection which we call The Unimind. We all became very close, more like brothers than friends.
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I used to be very afraid of extacy, the drug that burns holes in the brain and dehydrates; and LSD, the drug that can trigger permanent psychosis. For the longest time I only used natural drugs, like weed and mushrooms. Having been exposed to light shows for the first time while tripping on mushrooms, we quickly and intensely appreciated the art form. We learned how to swing glowsticks on strings (poi, as most would call it), and really immersed ourselves in our training. We started hanging out with ravers who take extacy and LSD frequently, and that's when my perspective of these drugs began to change.
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I observed my new friends rolling a few times, and it seemed like a fun experience. After a few months of hanging with this crowd, I bought two Red Bacardi pills from them on an impulse. I figured it can't hurt to try it once. Silly me...I rolled that night and loved it almost as much as mushrooms. The light shows had a whole new meaning to me, and techno music sounded even better than ever. We of The Unimind began taking extacy once a month, more or less, and rapidly learned a lot of poi technique.
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Finally, after much curiosity and craving, we found a source who could sell us LSD. 4-20-08 was a very mind-blowing day for The Unimind. We each took three hits, and soon had the time of our lives. Acid brought us even closer together than mushrooms, packed a stronger body high than extacy, and allowed us to fucking SEE music! Trees whispered to us, colors swirled through walls, and animals approached and attempted to communicate with us. Acid was my new favorite. The dealer, however, was our only source for acid, and he got busted. There went our acid connect, so we went back to MDMA for our high.
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I made it to my first rave, Nocturnal Festival '08. I rolled harder there then ever before, and felt I now understood the nature of party drugs. As it turns out, I was just beginning to scratch the surface.
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My second rave scared the shit out of me, shattered my ego, and showed me a dark and sinister side of the rave culture. Upon arriving at the FuzyFest in Redlands, Jester and I bought 10 extacy pills. We consumed five apiece within 3 hours. I had never before taken more than two in one sitting, so naturally, I was in High Heaven. All the people were friendly and social, and so many people were blown away by our light shows. I felt happier than I remember feeling ever before, like that night could have lasted for eternity.
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Five hours into the rave, Jester asked me, 'Do you want some acid?' Remembering the bliss of our first LSD experience, I gratefully accepted his offer. We couldn't get those paper tabs out of the foil quick enough, we were so excited! We dropped the tabs and went back to dancing in the crowd.
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It didn't take long for that familiar acid trip to begin, accompanied by an intense party and the strongest roll I've ever experienced. Somebody brushed my body with a fuzzy duster, and with my eyes closed I felt myself floating through clouds. Everything around me began to resemble M.C. Escher patterns, and the tracers were unexplainably vivid. Jester and I performed a light show for a group of people unlike any light show we'd ever imagined. I am convinced that I projected my vision to these people, because the moves I performed were the simplest ones I know, but they looked like nothing I'd ever seen. Some of these people were moved to tears, nobody around us could look away. That is the last thing I remember before Jester and I became separated.
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I blacked out for an unknown amount of time, finding myself in a completely different area of the rave. I didn't know anybody in this whole building aside from Jester, and at this point my trip was so intense that I couldn't navigate, see straight, or even speak without the comfort of the Unimind. I kept looking for Jester all around the rave, through each stage area and room, with no luck. What I did find was that everybody else in the rave was walking. It was like a highway of people, all in strange clothes, all with a longing look in their eyes, as though they too were searching for something. It seemed like everyone in the rave was searching, because they were all perpetually walking. Some were dancing, some were conjuring bizarre entities with their lights, but the greater majority of the people were just aimlessly walking.
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I still hadn't found Jester. The music was becoming too much for me to handle. I decided to go outside and take a break from the music, and maybe even find Jester out there. I followed the assembly line of walking people until I reached the door to the outdoor smoking area. Four security guards were blocking the door, informing us in a very serious tone that the outside area was now closed. I was trapped in the place that was beginning to frighten me beyond all reason. By this point I had forgotten that I'd even taken acid. I couldn't understand why everyone's faces looked so grotesque, why the light shows appeared to be controlling the people who held the strings, why everything seemed so mechanical. I now identified this place as The Machine, and felt I could not trust anyone who was participating in the machine. It all felt like some kind of mind control facility, and I was convinced that this rave was a conspiracy. Nobody understood it but me, so I had to be very careful about who I talked to.
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Several times, I found myself sitting in the most bizarre places, watching the people circulate on the conveyer belt without any idea that they were being brainwashed by the system. Most people avoided me, due to the look of agony on my face. One person approached me and fanned air at me with his shirt. The breeze was so shocking it snapped me back to reality for an instant. He smiled at me, and told me I should walk around, it might make me feel better. I took his advice, and after drifting along the assembly line for another half-hour, I Freaked out. I was in the Machine again, so easily tricked into following the crowd that I had lost the mission, I still hadn't found the only person in this myriad of people that I could trust. I listened to one other person and wound up brainwashed into the system again!
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I sat down again, nearly crying, and tried to call Jester telepathically. It has worked for us before, but not consistently. I figured it was worth a try, easier than finding a needle in a hay stack. I tried and tried, but just didn't know what to do. I walked along the walls, in the outskirts of the traffic, and for some reason I was drawn toward a Dance Dance Revolution game. When I reached it, I found Jester on the other side. The first thing he said to me was 'We shouldn't have taken acid at a rave!'
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He too had noticed many frightening peculiarities about this event, and wore a fearful expression on his face. He could not stop swinging his lights--it was as if he was being mechanically controlled, like the living entity in the light show forced him to carry on! I was now frightened of light shows, and every time I found myself instinctively swinging my own lights, I freaked out and cursed the machine for making me do its bidding.
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Now don't get me wrong, there were many qualities of this trip that I enjoyed. The ceiling was undecidedly purple or green, and the music had a futuristic, sci-fi aspect to it. But I just could not accept the constant migration of the people. It was too organized, it was too perpetual, it just didn't seem like something a bunch of druggies could have designed. It had the vibe of a slaughter house, and by now all the people looked either frightened, phony, or deeply confused. People were beginning to get inside my head by now. In the midst of my attempt to identify what was happening to me, somebody five feet away from me uttered the words 'Bad Trip.' I was stunned. I turned to him and told him I was having a bad trip too, I had been stuck in the machine since time began and couldn't stop the conveyer belt. My rash assumptions seemed to have frightened him quite a bit, and he promptly left Jester and me alone in our riddle.
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Jester looked at his clock; it was 5:15am, the rave should have ended fifteen minutes ago. We finally admitted to ourselves and each other that we could not handle this rave, and we followed the assembly line to the exit. We passed a line of security guards, who told us to hurry up, we were 'halting production.' That further convinced me that we had been in some kind of mind control slaughterhouse. There were cops outside, many people still looked lost or frightened, and the security guards wore grim expressions as they directed the assembly line of ravers out of the party. I thought I was going to be arrested for taking acid, and furthermore, everyone displayed symptoms of undead reanimation. I was surrounded by freakishly dressed zombies!
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Jester and I now had two choices: wait 3 hours for the first morning bus to arrive, or walk 10 miles to get home...we couldn't handle the idea of sitting in front of a street for 3 hours on acid, so we walked home with many negative thoughts to keep us entertained. But the further we got from the rave, the calmer we began to feel. We agreed that the rave was more frightening than fun, and acid is not a wise drug to take at a rave. The sun rose as we walked home, and the trees and bushes melted in the most beautiful ways. The sky changed colors and the ground resembled spin art.
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After idolizing the rave scene for such a long time, I never thought I would see it from such a perspective as this. I think it's just a money-making scheme, and I really do believe there is some form of mind control going on. I can never again look at a rave the way I used to. I will always remember the PLUR credo, but I will not let the system conform me.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
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Me and my friends had been talking about taking some acid for a couple of months, but had not really pursued it other than just talking.
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It was a Friday night just like any other; we were probably just going to get drunk, smoke some weed and chill. The day before a friend of mines sister called and said she had got a hold of some really good acid and wanted to know if we where still interested. Of course I was, I had never done it before, but the other 2 of my friends doing it with me (we will call them J and R) had done acid before. So we go to the bank and drive over to the friend’s sister’s house. Get there buy the acid which comes in the form of 3 super cubes which I am told by the sister each contains 2 hits. She also says she took it the night before and it’s really strong so be careful.
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I have done lots of ecstasy in my day, as well as DXM, shrooms, cocaine and weed, so I am really not concerned at the time to be more careful. We get back to my house, there are 5 of us that live there including J and R, also my girlfriend is there but leaves not long after I take mine, also some other people over to just hang out and smoke some weed. We all take our suger cube, no need for any chaser it’s a sugar cube it tastes great. Its mid summer so one of my roommates decides he wants to go drive around and look for races and then go to the sonic where there is a car meet. Also I am prescribed lithium for my bi-polar disorder. I take 1 pill in the morning (300mg) and 1 at night (300mg). I had not taken my morning pill because I was taking the acid later that night and figured they would not mix well taken so close together.
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T +00:00 – Take the acid, and leave with roommate and J to go find races and go to car meet at sonic.
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T+00:40 – Start to feel a little funny, start to see things. Squares of color in my vision, things seem to look plaid.
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T+00:50 – We get to the car meet at sonic after finding no races. Now I can really feel I'm on something. Looking around everything seems really pixilated in all different colors, and then it comes, a sherbert orange 69 chevy camaro. This car looks so fluffy, like it had shag carpeting as a paint job. I remember saying I was going to get out and touch it (we never left the truck, just drove around the lot looking at cars). Wisely both friends advised against it.
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T+01:20 – Me and J are tripping pretty hard and decide its time for my roommate to take us back to my place so we can trip there and meet back up with R and see how he is doing.
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T+01:35 – Driving down the highway listening to hardcore is nice. All of a sudden things start becoming too much and I start to lose my vision, I tell J this and he advises me to put on my sunglasses to help mellow the high. For some reason putting sunglasses on always help mellow me out when things are getting heavy, and this time was no different.
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T+01:50 – Back at my place, R is tripping balls and just sitting there looking around. I sit on the couch and smoke a cigarette, trying to play off that I'm not freaking out. Maybe this is what an acid trip is like; I don’t know this is my first time.
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T+02:00 – Things are really getting heavy now, I can barely see anything, all I see is whiteness nothing else, also I cant hear or feel its like a complete sensory shutdown. I now realize that this is not what is supposed to be happening due to J and R are not having the same experience as myself, not even close. I ask a friend to take me to my bedroom so I can lie down. This is when I start to lose track of time and what is happening.
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T+ ?? – I'm in the bathroom screaming for help, curled up in a ball in the corner of the shower stall (shower is not on), lose consciousness again.
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T+?? – I don’t really know where I am, I know that I am in a bad way, but I don’t know how badly. I can’t tell if my eyes are open or closed because I only see one color WHITE. My mind is racing at a thousand miles per hour. I have a thought, and then it’s gone, and then a new thought and it’s gone. I try to remember a thought but forget instantly to try to remember it. I scream my girlfriends name but I don’t know if anyone hears it because I can’t see or hear anything. I can feel this weird pressure on my body in certain places. It feels like I'm sitting, or maybe laying down. Or maybe I was sitting and then lying but I don’t remember. Anyways all of a sudden the though of death came to mind and maybe I was dying. And then BOOM it hit me, I was.
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I realize again I'm dying; this strange pressure is felt around my nose. I wonder what it is for a moment and then forget again. Then it clicks it’s a nasal airway the paramedics had put on me. I couldn’t see this or see them or hear them, but at the time I was attending school to be a paramedic and knew exactly what this nasal airway felt like.
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T+05:00 – I wake up in the hospital with my girlfriend and one of my roommates there with me. I don’t know how I got there. I can think just fine but I can’t talk, it takes me forever to try to convert what I am trying to say into words. The nurse asks me why I'm there and I proceed to explain I was in a car accident. Its hours before they let me go.
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So if you're wondering what happened in all the time I was unconscious, well lucky for me someone told me the whole story.
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After I screamed for help in the bathroom sober people helped me back to my room. I asked for another cig so they got me one and tried to light it, but every time they would try to light it I would let a big breath out and put the lighter out. After a while they stopped trying and left me alone just thinking I was having a bad trip. I guess I came out of my room into the living room and I start screaming out of the living room windows and try to climb out of them. My friends start to get a little worried and call my girlfriend and explain I'm having a bad trip and she should come home.
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She gets home and I'm sitting on the stairs that lead from the living room to the kitchen. My girlfriend said that she stood face to face with me and I did not see her and that I actually looked through her. I suppose after some time I decide its time to try to run across a table with 3 bongs on it and so I do, I knock one of the bongs over and break it, and then go smashing off the table into a couch and over the couch onto the floor, face first. I start coughing up blood at this point which is later found to be from my tongue that I bit through from eating shit over the couch. Then all of a sudden I start to have a seizure. At this point I am sitting in an open space behind 2 couches next to a lamp, and my girlfriend and some other people are there making sure I'm ok after the fall. So I start to seize and they are all freaking out, then I stop breathing, and they start freaking out even more, my girlfriends said that after I stopped breathing my face started to turn blue and she put her head to my chest and could hear my heart beat getting slower and slower. At this point I am told my girlfriend and other friends are standing around me screaming for me to start breathing again. After about 3 minutes I start to breath again and my girlfriend decides its time to get to the hospital. Another friend tells her that they need to call an ambulance because at the rate I was going I would die in the back of her car. My girlfriend and roommate clear everyone in the house out, due to J and R still tripping balls, and lots of weed and paraphernalia around the house.
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I guess I kept trying to sit up on the stretcher so they had to strap me down. And then boom, wake up in a hospital bed, unable to talk and have to get a CT scan to check for brain damage.
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I was told by the doctor that the reason for the adverse reaction was the fact that I had mixed acid with lithium, and the fact that I hadn’t taken it that day meant nothing, because it was still in my body from the months of prior usage, (Recently diagnosed bi-polar at the time). So a warning to all taking lithium, do not mix with any chemical drugs, lithium is very powerful anyways and adding another chemical into your body that fucks with chemicals in your brain is a bad idea. A friend of J’s actually did the same thing after my experience but had not heard of what ended up happening to me, unfortunately his friends who where all tripping with no sitter (always have a sitter) just thought he was having a bad trip and put him in his room and left him there all night, he ended up being in a coma for 8 days, I was lucky enough to get the medical attention within just a few hours after ingesting the acid.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
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When it comes to drugs, I can say in all honestly that I'm a very experienced user despite my young age (I'm now 19 years old). I've had lots of experiences with stimulants, some with depressants, and countless trips in the world of hallucinogenic drugs. I've been introduced to the world of drugs through Salvia about three years ago. LSD and psilocybin mushrooms have been an important part of my life for about two years, the infamous dissociative known as Ketamine as been an interesting tool to me and, much more than anything else, I acknowledged the infinite power of DMT about twenty times since I began my experimentations. <br>
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When this event took place, I was just coming back from a rave party in the city. I was coming down off both MDMA and Ketamine. I eventually thought that dropping some LSD could be a good idea (Who the hell would do that just after having drained his serotonin with too much MDMA...anyway.) I took the vial from my desk, dropped two drops on my hand and, licked it.<br>
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To be honnest, I first tought that two doses of good LSD would satisfy me: I'd be able to draw or paint some crazy things while having some nice visuals. But then I tought: Is it really worth it do drop acid just to have some lil' cute visuals? Or should I go for something more interesting? The highest amount I had ever taken was a dose of about 550-700 ug. Since there was five other drops in the dropper, I decided to take them. I then proceded to do what everybody who knows a bit about liquid lsd knows you should never do: I resplenished the dropper with water and drank it as if it was a shooter. Twice, to make sure not to waste anything.<br>
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One 'shooter' of a vial gave a trip of about 1000 ug to a friend of mine (and it was the second time that this vial was being 'washed'). It should be important to note that my vial was twice as big as his and so, has more surface in contact with the LSD (and that there was probably a couple more doses in my vial than in his).<br>
It could be considered a mistake to wash the vial as I did, but it was on purpose. I didn't really think about it, I just felt like it had to be done.<br>
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I clean my room very fast because I know being on acid in my room if it's messy is only gonna make me frustrated. I then went for a cigarette in the backyard and sit for a minute. Everything was heavily distorted, but I could still handle it. I tought about all the LSD I droped and realised that I had probably around 2000 ug in my body.<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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I open my eyes and notice I'm back in my room without even remembering going back inside my appartment. I'm lying on my bed, eyes wide open. Nothing is left static. There is some waves of glowing blue light going across the room. Everything looks fluid. I start hearing some kind of chants and melodies alongside that electric drone-like sound that I'm used to hear while tripping with DMT. The visuals then stop waving and take a beautiful crystaline form. The world seems to be made of colorfoul geometric patterns. It really felt like a pre-breakthrough DMT experience, to be honnest. This lasts for about thirty minutes. I then close my eyes. I'm totally blinded by what many people call the white light. It's beautiful but so intense I'm not sure anymore I will be able to handle this experience. This is where it starts to get bad...<br>
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When I open my eyes, my room has stopped distorting and the colours are gone. The room is not back to normal: worse, it looks like everything is grey and sad. Substence as left everything. The whole world looks like it just died, as if the energy present in everything was just gone. I try to get up of my bed and go somewhere happier but, as I sit on my bed, I feel myself falling into an infinite void only to find myself lying again. Images are duplicating, repeating themselves without meaning. <br>
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I put my hands on my chest and try to relax, but it feels like my hands simply go through me, as if I was non-existant, empty of any matter. My heart was beating at an incredibly fast rate. I started thinking that I had found two absolute laws of the universe that were totally contradictory, acting as a proof that reality was a lie, an illusion created out of my consciousness. In fact, there was nothing at all, nothing but solitude in my own consciousness, and lies. My brain being now 'aware' that everything was fake, made everything look fake, dead, empty. Was that death? I wished death was more like a lack of consciousness, a complete, calm darkness. But this death was much more like a purgatory: grey and rotten.<br>
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My roommate came into my room and asked me if I was ok. He wasn't aware I was on acid. In my head, though, it looked more like he was shouting at me. Being the consciousness from wich reality emerged from, I had destroyed every human being in my world by destroying the 'illusion'. This is why he was kinda frustrated. He went out of the appartment laughing. I felt bad for I had messed up bad time and now that I had 'killed' everything I knew, all I had left was my room wich I wanted to go away from with all my heart.<br>
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While still lying on my bed, I started loosing every feeling of my body. It felt like I was loosing contact only to be lost on this room as a dead spirit. Every hope left me. Some weird experimental Drum and Bass started playing in another room (complete, clear, precise audio hallucination). It sounded like my consciousness was glitching, lagging. Then, suddenly, it stopped.<br>
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Everything came back to life all at once. I got awareness of my body again, the colours and the visual hallucinations came back. Everything was moving again, alive. All these sensations coming back at the same time made me think I was gonna explode. I felt warm again.<br>
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My other roommate eventually came to see me and when I told me how my trip went, he got me an antidepressant (some kind of dopamine stabilisator or something like this) just to make sure I had no other problem, even though the trip was pretty much finished. Everything after that was kinda quiet. <br>
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This was obviously the most intense LSD experience I ever had and, maybe, that I will ever have. Sure, I will drop LSD again, but maybe not that much at the same time (but you never know). I've seen what I needed to see, and even if it wasn't very pleasant, I believe it is those kind of experiences that teaches you the most.<br>
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I've been gifted with the amazing phenomenon that is called life. For some time, it felt like it had been taken away from me. Now that I have it back, I know that I have the power to make anything I want out of it.<!-- End Body -->
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The wonderful trip with all odds against it.
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Beforehand I'll explain the dosage estimate first; these specific LSD blotters were lab tested (can be done in every large dutch city anonymously) and contain on average between 50 and 70 ug, since there is a small difference between each hit I can only estimate my dose as in between 150 and 210 ug, this is probably still more specific then not tested at all. In terms of the ketamine, I have no scale to weigh powders and I don’t even try to eyeball, I know the size of a bump of line I need for the right effect but I can’t quite tell how much that would be. The cannabis was pretty much chainsmoked through out the whole experience but being a daily smoker its not something I feel significantly adds to the experience. Then about who I am, I’m a nearly 20 year old female and I would consider myself rather experienced with LSD; this experience being my 32nd trip on it. With ketamine I’m a little less experienced, I probably used it around 20-25 times.
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This experience might not seem very unique from any other perspective then mine and my fellow trippers that evening but it had one significant detail: originally this evening was planned to be our ‘nitrous event’, where we’d buy 300-400 whippits of nitrous oxide and just keep taking them all trip long. However we failed to order them in time and came to realise that nitrous event would be the first trip in almost a year withóut nitrous. Personally I was rather happy, because since a few months almost none of the nitrous moments in my trips were positive. Instead of euphoria I’d get the feeling something absolutely horrible just happened, like realising the birth you just witnessed was of a dead animal instead of a cute living one, and that would happen around 80% of the times I’d do nitrous. Knowing we’d have no nitrous, the three of us who would trip together quickly made this in to the ‘no nitrous’ plan instead and were all still looking forward a lot to trip. Now on to the evening of the trip.
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I was going to take the LSD with my boyfriend Ri and our good friend De. It turned out that last minute Ri had to work that evening but he could be back at my house, the trip location, around midnight. Since De had to come from another city he arrived a little earlier and around 23.15 we decided to already take the LSD since usually Ri’s experiences last shorter then mine anyway. We both settled on taking three hits for a medium to strong experience, which as explained above would be anywhere between 150 and 210 ug.
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I put on some music to make the come up a little less boring. After only 10 minutes I already started to feel the first physical effects of the LSD, a strange feeling in the back of my head / neck and odd feeling slightly clammy hands. I noticed too that everything looked a bit blurry and would then switch to being overly sharp with unusual amounts of detail. That effect became much more appeared over the next 20 minutes after which some objects were rediculously sharp and others had a glowing blur. Around 30 minutes after taking the LSD this effect turned into more concrete visuals and patterned emerged from the blur.
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Around this same time Ri arrived and I gave him 3 hits as well, so we’d all be on the same dose. It was now roughly 1 hour after taking the LSD and the visuals were building up very nice. Everywhere colourful patterns would twist and slide in and out of themselves and all the lines of my house were blurry and buzzing around to a sort of LSD buzz that I always notice near the peak of the trip. The visuals quickly gained more and more colour and it wasn’t long until almost everything was bright and neon-like.
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De mentioned he had some serious tracers so I decided to test mine. Amazing! If i’d move my arm across my visual field it would be visible in the room for a few minutes, and looking from one place to another would cause people’s faces to appear in odd places in the room and they would also stay there and eventually twist in to the patterns. Noticable was that expecially eyes and mouth’s would remain visible on for example a wall, or the ceiling for a long time after actually seeing the person. The same thing occured upon closing my eyes, I’d see the things I was looking at for up to a minute or more and it would slowly morph in to the abstract and fractal like visuals that I always have in any trip.
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I decided to play around with these tracers by looking from one thing to another to place objects in other objects, I got Ri’s face on the cieling quite a few times, still the ‘slowly move hand across face’ was more then enough, because 5 arms are more entertaining then one, especially if they’re in such bright colours. I think we spent about 10 minutes placing with and looking at the intense tracers which eventually made the whole room into one echo like blur because everything had sort of melted in to everything else.
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Around this time, probably 1.5 hours in to my own experience Ri’s visuals started to appear as well and De was at that time talking about some problems he had and how the mental clearity of LSD might change that for him. I, not having any problems at the time, was more focussed on the still intensifying visuals. The patterns were noticabelly green, with a lot of purple, like usual, which is a shame because I don’t like green that much, but this was acceptable green and the shapes were exceptionally beautiful. Around this time I wandered off from my own room to the living room where one of my cats was sleeping on the coutch. Here the unstable looking and moving walls were even more noticable and my coutch was twisting in to itself and the patterns going over it would change its shape as they moved across the survace. Also my cat was changing shape a little, but not as much as her surroundings.
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Occasionally I’d walk back to my room to convince Ri and De to join me for a visual quest in the living room but they unfortunately couldn’t be convinced. I went back to the living room and sat on the coutch, looking at the bright neon patterns that with their movements and swirls kept changing the shape of everything in the room. It was a very calm, peaceful setting and the dimmed lights of the room and earthy tones of everything in it made it feel very relaxing.
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Even though I liked the visuals in the other room I went back to my own room because company, conversation and music are also worth something. After around 5 minutes I concluded the visuals here weren’t any less interesting, just much more familiar as I was very used to tripping in my own room. I decided to dim the lights here and turn on my blacklights for a change of scenery. In the mean while my young cat Alice had come in to the room, De was compulsively moving a cat toy around (he said ‘its just like smoking, just keeps you busy) and of course little Alice was very amused. I saw the most beautiful slowly moving patterns on my cats fur, she is a long haired tortie-tabby kitten so her fur is naturally interesting already, but LSD made it more then fascinating to look at. Someone suggested trying to look at our closed eyes visuals, which I only did for a brief amount of time because they were quite green again, and the variation in colour in my room was more pleasing to the eye.
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Even though I had gone back to the ‘laying around and looking at the visuals and occasionally mentioning an interesting one’ with my friends I still felt like going for a visual quest to make sure I didn’t miss on seeing anything really interesting. Ri was finally come up enough, it was now +1.45 since I took my dose, to join me in my visual quest so we decided to check out my balcony which looks over many people’s garden and no streets. The first things I noticed were that there were clouds that changed in to blurry patterns, then moved place and then started the typical rythmic movement all patterns seem to have on LSD. After looking at them for a while longer they all changed into hands, and after that into a sort of skulls, and then the nicest one came: all the clouds turned into people, all lying on their belly with their face up looking in the same direction with their arms next to their body’s.
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A nice detail was that the song still audiable from my room at the moment was ‘people can fly’ from astral projection, and indeed, these people could fly. It was a very calm image, but somewhat out of nothing they all bounced down and then up as if they had landed on a huge trampoline. After watching these floating people, as this visual remained longer then the other things I had seen, for a while longer I took my vision from there to the trees down. The trees were very bright neon green patterened and looked this odd mix between 2D and 3D, like really bad old video game graphics, I’d also séé them grow out and grow larger and even grow all over the garden down below me.
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After being on the balcony for a while more we decided to go back to the music. Back there we calmly went back to conversation. De mentioned his visuals finally started probably as he had gone to a mental process before, which I really did not at all. Not even slightly, you might mention there’s almost no description of interesting trippy thoughts, which is purely because I didn’t really have any. My mindset was calm, relaxed and quite clear, not unlike sober but definatly more sharp and euphoric. I had been on the same relaxing and stable and highly visual peak for the intire 2 hours I had been tripping so far.
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It was now around 2.30 am, nearly 3 hours after taking it and the setting was almost unusually relaxing, Ri had mentioned his friend Le would come over, and Le wouldn’t be tripping. I was wondering what this would do the nice and calm but certainly very psychedelic atmopshere my room currently had, but I figured if it was this good now it’d probably remain quite nice. Around 4 am Le came in, somewhat alcohol intoxicated and he had brought beer. He shared a few with Ri and there were some normal conversations. I found it suprisingly difficult to hold a normal conversation, I’d keep mispronouncing things but I managed to talk about anything normal Le would start talking about, it just took a lot more efford then I had expected.
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The two hours here aren’t very interesting, we just listened to some cd’s Le had brought with him and I was mostly just staring at the patterns that were moving across Ri’s face, which were quite fractal like and purple with highlights. Around 6 am Le suggested we’d go for a walk, which all of us found a suitable idea, unfortunately after two streets we realised it started to rain, which Le and Ri didn’t agree on, they said it was just a few drops.
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I noticed it got heavier though and no more then 5 minutes later we were actually walking in the rain. A few times I had suggested Ri and Le could walk on if they wanted and that me and De, who didn’t appreciate the rain as much, could just go back inside, but Ri kept saying he didn’t want the group to split up, but when I realised the fact hé didn’t want the group to split up made me walk in the rain against my will made me just turn around and walk back. At that point Ri and Le gave in and walked back with us. While walking back I was somewhat annoyed and talking to De about how social situations are pointless and all they cause are annoyance and compromises and loss of individual idea’s and plans, even though I realised social behavior is a human need no one can go without, I was more annoyed then pleased with it at the moment.
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Once back inside Ri and I decided to attempt eating since we felt hunger. I took a dry piece of bread that looked tasty. What I didn’t expect was that eating it would be so incredibly impossible. I just didn’t produce saliva at all, so swallowing it without a glass of water was absolutely impossible. Ri didn’t believe me, so I fed him a piece too, which caused him to start laughing because he couldn’t swallow it either. With two glasses of water I managed to actually eat it and I mentioned eating bread had never been that funny. It was a noticable moment for LSD’s speedy effects, like the insomnia and the complete inability to produce saliva while eating.
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We sat there, not doing anything worth mentioning in my room, just talking a bit, actually nót listening to music at all until Le left at 7 am. I put back on the psy trance music and we went back to our original chill out mode. I started google earth since it had entertained me for an intire trip my last trip. I found some area in northern china/mongolia which was a desert with all kinds of mysterious lakes, the sand dunes on the pictures looked like faces and human bodies that were all extremely peaceful and content, all with their eyes closed.
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The effects of the LSD were starting to wear off a little, as it was a little over 8 hours since taking it. I think I spent around 2 hours looking at the desert pictures until De had to leave as well as he was to visit his girlfriend that day. Just before De left we noticed the sun had come up and we decided, just for fun, to see what it looked like outside. Up on opening the curtains we were complétely blinded, couldn’t see ánything in that bright light. We quickly closed it because the sun was just too heavy for our eyes.
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Somewhere around this same time I decided to finally do some ketamine, which I usually do in the comedown of my LSD trips and only rarely in the peak because I feel the sedated dissociative feeling suits the late night / early morning better then the peak of the experience. I took two medium bumps of my key because I wasn’t sure how much tollerance I’d have after 5 weeks. I took the ketamine around 8.5 hours after taking the LSD, I was still having milder visuals and mental effects but it was definatly past plateau.
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When after 20 minutes the ketamine still hadn’t done anything besides slightly numbing my arms I decided to take some more, noticing I still had my tollerance. I took the same dose up on the last one and this one díd start to work. It really became noticable when we went outside to show De to his bus, when walking outside it was still a little too bright for comfort, but more doable then through the window earlier, but walking.. that prooved more of a challenge then I had expected.
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When I talked it sounded like how it would sound for other people, like the sound didn’t come from me but from the outside, very inverted. On the bus stop I was talking to De about the dissociative experience and I was trying to analyse it, unfortunately ketamine impairs memory and I’m not completely sure what it was, but it had something to do with giving you an outside perspective, which would be like a false objectivity because you were still only human and I thought the strange dissociative thoughts would bome from mis interpreting that feeling as objective or something along those lines, again, I don’t recall the specifics of this theory but it was something like that.
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De’s bus quickly arrived and me and Ri went back into my room. Just when we arrived my mothers boyfriend, who has no clue we were tripping came in so we rushed into my room. Whispering we continued talking in my room. Because we were whispering, something I don’t do a lot, I quickly started to feel very alien and moved very close to Ri’s face with a very odd grin on my face, there something I experienced on ketamine about a year ago happened again: the moment my face hit his face, I felt like I was both our faces, and besides the skin feeling overly numb, it was difficult to tell from which side the sensory input came, just like with the talking. It was like I felt pressure but no skin, so it was like sharing one huge head. Ri seemed to like the idea, even though he wasn’t on ketamine, so we kept sitting in this way for a while, feeling more then usually connected. After around 20 minutes since taking the seccond bumps I noticed it was wearing off, and I felt like really exploring the ketamine realms this late morning after this comfortable trip so I took 4 large bumps of my key, which even for me is quite a high dose.
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After around 5 minutes my head became so incredibly heavy that sitting up was difficult, let alone walking. I noticed my eyes and I entered a place where I couldn’t tell what was up, down, left or right. I had no clue from what side I was looking at it, this is normal for medium to high ketamine doses and closed eyes for me, the feeling I could be looking down or up even though I’m holding my head straight up. But this place wasn’t all black, there was this long wall where I, again, couldn’t tell what was the above side and what was the below side, I wasn’t sure if it was upside down or if anyhing could even be upside down, I saw a small figure on that wall, standing on it, or hanging from it, again I can’t be sure. It was a bit esther like but much more empthy, for a moment I doubted if the little figure on the wall was me, but I realised it wasn’t.
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It was interesting and quite beautiful, especially since I didn’t know which side was above and I at the same time felt myself sliding backwards, but it was quite dissorientating so I opened my eyes and sort of.. crawled onto the bed on to Ri. After some short conversation he decided to put on a ren and stimpy cartoon, of which, for me, the audio would seem off and on, and then loud and then soft, and I kept forgetting what the characters had said and wether it was significant or not. I found things funny but I couldn’t laugh.
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I didn’t feel my body at all, my face was uniquely numb and I wasn’t aware of anything below my neck, so walking in this state would’ve actually been impossible. I noticed if I looked at my carpet it’d start moving almost in an agressive way, bubbling and crawling over the floor, which I assumed was partly caused by the ketamine. I decided to lay back and chill out and enjoy the very strong but very pleasant body high of the ketamine. If I’d half close my eyes everything would look really odd, extremely white which was odd as I was closing my eyes, it looked as if everything was covered in chalk-powder and things were white that normally weren’t white at all.
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If I moved it would be extremely fragmented and slow and I regret not keeping my eyes closed for a while because it being white instead of black was actually quite significant. After about an hour the ketamine started wearing off, only my mouth and lips remained feeling numb for about another hour. There were still some neon coloured lines, mostly blue and orange now over some objects and the neon static hadn’t gone away, occasioanlly it’d even attempt to form a pattern. We were getting tired though and somewhere around 12 hours after taking the LSD we fell asleep.
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This was a very calm and relaxing trip, some beautiful visuals, not the most strong or unique ones I’ve had, but beautiful nonetheless; I think the lack of nitrous partly made it so relaxed as nitrous is quite bingy; when we have it we just keep doing it all night, kind of as if its what we’re supposed to do, this intire trips plataeu was pure LSD and that was lovely for a change, part of the reason I waited with the ketamine until the comedown. It was by the way probably close to one of my most interesting ketamine moments with the odd up side down or not world. I realise I forgot to mention any of the cannabis use, it was as said before chainsmoked during the intire trip and since at no point it changed the experience I didn't notice the moments it was used.<!-- End Body -->
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In 1984 I was relatively new to LSD, having only tripped a few times before. My friend R introduced me to it with some Orange Pyramid. The first and second trips we took together were absolutely mind-blowing, in a good way. To this day I still can't properly put them into words. However this is about our third trip. And it is still with me to this day.
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We had gotten hold of some Green Pyramid this time. Just like before, we had it all planned out very carefully. Around 6pm, R came over to the house and after a few minutes we dropped the cid. We sat around for a while listening to music and talking. Finally, after around an hour or so, R asks me 'are you tripping? Look at your eyes dude... are you tripping?'
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I said, 'hell yes, this is gonna be great!' Another 5 or 10 minutes went by and he asked again, 'are you tripping?' I said 'yeah, aren't you tripping yet?'
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That's when he stood up and said, 'I never took mine. I have to go. You're a drug addict now. I've transformed you. Look at yourself.' And walked out.
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My entire existence came crashing down in one massive swirling nuclear Acid bomb. Everything was exactly the opposite of those fantastic trips I had on the Orange Pyramid. Everything was black, poisoned, burnt, and death was everywhere. I sat there in shock at what I knew was going to be a very long night. And I wanted to kill my friend for setting me up for this experience. I know now that he did it because he was curious about how it would turn out and knew I could handle it. But I still wish I could return the favor someday.
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The incredibly beauty of the music turned into a hollow, vile mocking of me and everything I was about. And if this wasn't bad enough, R's last words to me came rushing back.... 'you're a drug addict now. Look at yourself....' and I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. Worst mistake ever.
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My eyes were completely black. This was very good acid and if the bad was anything like the good, this was going to be hell. I saw myself, dirty and disgusting and withering away. In my mind was repeating DRUG ADDICT, PATHETIC LOSER, YOU'RE IN HELL NOW BOY. YOU'VE DONE IT THIS TIME. I thought, I will never amount to anything because I've poisoned my existence with this shit. This must be what the whole world is like. Pointless existence and death.
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And then the flesh melted off my face. The whole room was swirling with demons and death, and I sat there staring in the mirror for 14 fucking hours thinking DRUG ADDICT. DEATH. ETERNAL HELL. POISON. BLACKNESS.
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I stood up and tried to shake it off a few times with no luck. Kept telling myself, 'this is just a drug like before. I know it's bad, but I WILL come out of this.' I looked at my eyes again in the mirror and thought, 'Holy fuck man, I am freaking the fuck out!' I was too. I was tripping hardcore in a black burnt up hell on earth, and it was all my fault. Everything was my fault. The world was going to die because I took this stupid acid. I wanted to die.
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It was worse than I can probably ever descibe in any language, but the only thing that kept me from killing myself that night was an anchor to reality based on pure fascination with LSD. I remembered the amizing trips I had before and thought, 'those were so great.... this must be the other side of it. This must be a bad trip.' And then everything that R did and said to create this hell made perfect sense. I thought, good stuff and great music makes it awesome, and bad shit and betrayal turns it black.
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And somehow knowing that made it better. The trip remained bad until I finally came down, but for the remainder I was able to see it for what it was. And experience on the dark side of LSD.
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I still look back at that night with that frame of mind. I was in hell at the time, but I know it wasn't real. I've tripped several times since then, and even had a few times when friends tried to steer me into the black with everything they could think of. But having gone through that, I'm able to not let it take hold anymore. I can force myself to have a good trip instead regardless of the situation. (although I still am careful not to tempt it.)
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I think it's because R did that to me on purpose, to show me what can happen. If it had happened without any logical reason, I don't know if I would have lived through it.
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I do not recommend doing this to anyone. I was fortunate to have a strong mind and be able to work through it. This could seriously damage someone. Always trip safe. And hopefully by reading this, if a bad trip should come upon you, you might have some more mental tools to fight it off. Never forget, it is just a drug, and you WILL come out of it.<!-- End Body -->
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A couple of cousins and I went to a rather small music festival for 4 days in September of 2009. I will call them G and T. I had never been to any festivals but G had been to a couple so he told me what to expect. He told me that people would be walking around selling every kind of mind expanding substance I could want.
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We set up our camp in a somewhat secluded area. The first day was just the preparty so there was somewhere in the range of 500 to 1000 people there. The first day we had just gotten some MDMA and it was a good time. The next morning we had just hung out at our camp site. This guy came back into our campsite and asked if we needed any acid. I really wanted to get some because I had only done it once before and it really wasn't all that intense. I purchased a ten strip and he told me not to take any more than 2 doses because some guy the previous night had taken 3 and completely stripped out of every article of clothing he had on and ran naked through a gigantic corn field. I didn't want that to happen to me (obviously) so I dropped two doses around one o'clock. G and T each dropped 1 dose.
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About an hour or so later it hit me and T. We both burst into uncontrollable laughter. We could not talk at all and just kept laughing at everything and that went on for about 45 minutes. G was not tripping nearly as hard as either of us and was starting to get frustrated because neither of us could say anything back to him and he was the only one talking. Also, keep in mind that I had not left the camp that day. G said we should go walk around because he was getting board of sitting there watching us laugh. We said okay and before we left I dropped another dose because I still had no visuals. I am now up to 3 doses and we left our camp.
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Right as I stepped out from behind the thicket of trees our camp was behind everything changed. For the worst. I had not left our camp since there was about 500 to 1000 people. There was now about 3000 to 4000 people there. I did not believe it so I walked out to where everyone parked their cars and all I saw were cars. As far as I could see was just cars. At this point I began to have the most intense visuals of my whole life. It seemed as though everyone was staring right at me. This began to scare me and I just kept telling myself that everything was okay and that it was just drugs. That didn't work in the slightest bit and things just kept getting worse. Now every person that I walked by was not only staring right at me, but everyone looked like the ugliest, scariest person I had ever seen. I put my head down and continued to walk.
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I had no idea where G and T were so I went back to the campsite and they weren't there. I laid down on a blanket and looked up at the sky through a completely pine needleless pine tree. All of a sudden all of the branches on the tree began to spin around. It was really cool looking and this made me forget what a bad trip I was having. The brown on the tree began to come off in ribbons as the branches kept turning. The ribbons of brown were flowing up to the sky until there was no tree left at all. This completely baffeled me. THERE WAS NO TREE AT ALL! After a minute or so, or at least what I thought was a minute, ribbons of blue began to come down from the sky. They did exactly what the brown ribbons did only in reverse. The ribbons were building the tree back up! Before I knew it I had a sky blue tree sitting in front of me. It was amazing.
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I really had to go to the bathroom at this time so I decided it would be okay for me to go even though it was really scary out there before. It seemed like my trip took a complete 180 degree turn for the better but I could not have been more wrong. Everything was fine until I reached the porta-potties. There was about 30 people waiting to use the bathrooms so I stood in this big group of people who were also waiting. 30 seconds later I completely lost my hearing. I could not hear anything. I was still calm until everyone completely turned around and stared at me. I'm sure this didn't really happen but it seemed completely real to me. I could hear nothing and all these people were looking right at me. I just started walking away and at that point everything was completely overwhelming and I just curled up in a ball on the ground and started to cry. I had no idea where I was in relation to the campsite and it seemed like this trip could get no worse.
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I was on the ground for maybe 5 to 10 seconds before a big group of people came up to me and began telling me that everything was okay and that I was going to be alright. When I heard that everything that was bad about my trip completely turned around. I found G and T back at the campsite (someone had to help me find it) and they were so glad to see me. The whole time I was at the camp they were looking for me and I was also really happy to see them. From then on it was nothing but good vibes and great visuals. In the end I really don't regret taking 3 doses. It was completely overwhelming and scary at times but now I know. When someone tells you not to take 3 doses, don't take 3 doses.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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A few friends and I had been planning a day to trip and hang out. The original idea was just to have some mushroom tea and relax tripping outside all day. We all met up at a friend’s house that was in a place where we could act unusual and not attract attention. My friend was moving out of this house soon and this was most likely the last day we would be tripping at this location so we decided to take acid instead. My other 2 friends have both done acid a few times but this was to be my first. I have taken mushrooms many many times and even had some surprisingly intense experiences but I really had no idea what to expect with acid.
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We took our first hit of acid around 4pm. After about half an hour my stomach felt funny....not upset or unpleasant just strange. We decided to get up and walk around while we waited for it to kick in. We walked around the yard talking and goofing off as we usually did and I noticed I felt strange but couldn’t figure out exactly why I felt strange. After about 45 mins I knew something was different but I still felt extremely sober so we all took another hit and continued with our aimless walk through the yard talking. Eventually we all agreed that we were feeling strange. Tho both of my other friends were obviously feeling the effects more than I was.
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I remember that I kept thinking I felt sober but at the same time I knew I wasn’t. It’s hard to describe but whenever I thought about my level of sobriety I decided I wasn’t feeling the effects of it yet...But at the same moment I would think about something I had done 5 mins earlier and not see my logic behind my action. This made me think about how strange this drug was in its ability to make me unable to realize I was feeling the effects of it.
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After about an hour and a half both of my friends were getting mild visuals, it was starting to get dark, and one of them suggested we climb up onto the roof and stare at the sky. I consider myself to like tripping outdoors more than indoors so this seemed like a great idea. After all of us climbed up the side of the house we layed out on the roof on our backs and stared at the sky paying attention to all the stars, clouds, and aircraft that inhabited the clear night sky.
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We layed around on the roof for a long time. This is when I began to notice my legs were jittery and were shaking....This is something that happens to me almost every time I’ve tripped on mushrooms so I thought that the acid must be approaching the interesting part....however, I still felt clear minded and sober apart from the jitteryness in my legs. I don’t remember most of what we talked about on the roof just that we were all laughing alot and having a generally good time. I do remember seeing two planes flying in a line through the sky and the plane in the back had red and blue flashing lights on it and we joked around about them being space cops because the way the 'space cop' plane was flying behind the other one made it look like it was pulling the other plane over. One of my friends said he was seeing sparkles in the sky and compared the stars sparkling to that of a sparkler. My other friend told me later that he saw and heard something blow up in the sky while we were up there.
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After quite some time had passed we decided it was time to climb down from the roof. We all stood up and moved towards the edge of the roof. We stared at the ground from the roof and we all thought that it looked like just a small hop to the ground. Looking back on it that was probably the first visual distortion I noticed but at the time it seemed normal and I still felt sober. Though it looked like a small hop we all knew that it was much further down than it appeared and we all descended back to the ground the same way we got up.
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We all went back inside and sat around on the couches in the living room. The Xbox 360 was hooked up to the giant widescreen high-def tv with the visualizations up full screen listening to music that we all liked. I noticed both of my friends were paying deep attention to the tv. I was still only having a trip in my head and no visuals and since this was my first time I figured I would be having a much more intense trip than either of them. I began laughing at how interested they were in the TV. They began asking me if I could see the way the letters on the tv were waving around. I thought they were just messing with me and I told them I didn’t see anything.
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About 4 hours have passed since I started feeling 'different' the giddyness and laughter started to die out and I thought my trip was coming to an end. Up to this point it was all a mild head trip....an extremely pleasant one that I enjoyed immensely but I was slightly dissapointed that I didn't have the extreme visuals I was expecting to have. I was starting to feel even more like myself with only a slight stoned feeling comparible to when I first come up on mushrooms. I was expecting to feel almost completely back to normal within an hour or two so I decided to buy some weed to keep the buzz going. One of my friends left before we smoked so it was just me and one other friend smoking a bong.
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Once I noticed I was high on the weed my friend said something along the lines of 'you really don’t see those letters moving around?' So I looked at the letters on the TV and all of a sudden I noticed the letters start to wave, wiggle, and stretch all over the tv screen. I had thought the apex of the trip was over and I would be returning to normal and all of a sudden out of nowhere I was having intense visuals....everything around me was moving and stretching all at once. It reminded me of the way the song 'Comfortably Numb' by Pink Floyd starts out. I became extremely interested in watching all of the new changes taking place before my eyes as the colors from the tv moved outward painting the walls with bursts of color. I kept thinking how the weed was like the key to unlocking the visuals in that particular trip. And it felt to me like it was hitting me fast and more intense than my other 2 friends experienced that night.
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As I said before I’m not a big fan of tripping inside and with all the extreme visuals I was having I felt overwhelmed and decided to go back outside where I felt more comfortable. As soon as I walked outside the wind hit me and made me feel 'at home'. This is another part of the night that I don’t remember all that well but I do remember being extremely interested in the moon. It looked like a giant yellow blow in the sky with a purple/ dark blue outline that kept changing in shape. I remember not being able to pry my eyes away it was so simple yet so interesting all at the same time. I remember staring at alot of things outside and becoming deeply intrigued by what I was seeing. I remember whenever the wind would blow I would see flashes of light out of the corner of my eyes.
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At this point I was tripping heavily and experiencing a wide variety of feelings. I did feel nauseous at some points during this time but only briefly. Then 2 other people showed up and were just hanging around. I remembered feeling awkward when being around them because they weren’t tripping. I looked over at my friend who was tripping with me as he went to take a sip from his drink and to me it looked like his bottom jaw dropped down about a foot to his drink and his mouth looked like a chimps mouth as he slurped at the drink. I knew this was a hallucination and I was comfortable having it and thought it was kinda funny but the 2 non-tripping friends were still hanging around so I just zoned back out and started paying attention to my hallucinations again.
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I remember seeing hundreds and hundreds of shooting stars that night. I know most, if not all of them, weren't real but they were fun to watch so I let myself get caught up in that. Eventually the non-trippers left and I felt that awkwardness of being around people that weren’t tripping leave along with them. I was beginning to feel like I could handle being inside again and so I walked inside. Everything was still wiggling around but not with the intensity that it had started with. We sat around for a few minutes as I watched the wiggling become more and more intense and it became clear that for a comfortable trip I was going to be s pending most of the night outside.
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Back outside again and tripping heavily me and my friend talked for hours. We talked about everything that we were experiencing and even delved into out-of-the-box philosophical ideas. One that comes to mind is the thought that what we see and what is reality are two different things. And that if we truly can’t trust our eyes what’s to say we're not just a thought. I know that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense so I’ll try to explain. Everything we perceive is just signals sent to our brains from our sensory organs. This leads us to believe that what we see and feel is reality. But if it’s our brains stimulating the sensory organs rather than the sensory organs stimulating the brain then what we perceive to be reality could simply be thoughts inside our head. We played with this idea for a while thinking that if what we were seeing and feeling everyday...sober or not....was just a product of our minds then everyone we know could be just another product of our minds. At one point my friend looked at me and said 'You just made me think your not real' and we burst out laughing and went off into many other conversations.
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I remember seeing alot of things and appreciating the clarity of the visuals in comparison to mushrooms. Mushrooms is more in my head visuals....unclear patterns and vibrant colors. But Acid was extremely clear like what I was seeing was distorted and not my vision itself. I spent alot of time staring inside from outside because outside was so calm and inside was so visually hectic. I remember seeing the foosball table. It was waving in such a strange fashion that it appeared that the floor of the table was bubbling melted plastic and all the foosball players (the little guys on the poles) were melting into the table.
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Eventually I noticed everything was starting to wave alot less than before and I had a feeling that I’d be comfortable inside now. So we both went inside and as soon as we walked in the doors I felt noticeably different. Like a sudden mood change going from outside to inside. Not a bad one or anything like that it just felt distinctly different than outside. Anyway as it turned out I was right the trip was finally dying down and I now felt comfortable being inside.
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Not much more interesting happened that night. The trip stopped around 2-3am Monday morning and I went home and fell asleep. I slept most of Monday and woke up for a few hours. I don’t remember much of Monday just feeling really tired and not quite myself still. Still a slight mushroom stoned feeling in my head and I couldn’t think as well as I would’ve liked to.
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All in all it was a very interesting experience and I had alot of fun despite being overwhelmed and nauseous through some parts of it.<!-- 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 11, 2011</td><td>Views: 7,684</td></tr>
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This experience occurred on a Sunday, so in the expectation that I'd need some time to sleep and recover before work the following day, I sought to take my LSD at 10am. I was a little slow starting my day, so I didn't actually dose until 10:30.
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I was hosting a psychedelic picnic for the day, and two of my guests had already arrived (D, and her partner S who was planning to observe the picnic sober). My psychedelics were in my storage locker, so I was dosing there. My locker-neighbour (PG--an aging machinist with a homemade 2-chamber water pipe in his locker) was at his locker, so the three of us chatted as I began to come up.
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D was interested in taking 2C-E for the first time during the picnic, and we discussed my concerns about the reported difficulty of the substance, and that her difficulties might spill over into my trip. She opted for a lower dose. At some point in the conversation, I decided to withdraw into my thoughts for a few moments to cope, looked at a nearby bush, and had a ++++.
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Shortly after this, we headed to the meadow where the picnic would be taking place, realized that there was no propane (we had a camp stove and a double boiler full of chocolate chips for the enhancement of our seasonal fruits). I phoned another guest (PH) and asked him to pick up some propane on the way over. Most of the guests weren't expected to arrive until around 1:30-2pm (and by this time it was closing in on noon). I was a little anxious that people would flake out, but PH getting propane was reassuring, so I was better able to enjoy my trip.
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A neighbour-family with whom I wasn't terribly well acquainted came by, and I showed the daughter how to play on the playground-type object that I had made and brought. This put me a little on edge, but once they left, D and S assured me that I had probably passed for sober.
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After being reassured, I decided that I was near enough to the LSD peak, and on the descending side of it (it was now a little after 1pm), which was my planned condition for taking the DMT.
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I had selected a tree-ringed, flat-topped knoll deeper in the meadow as a suitably magical site for the combination, and asked D to accompany me there. The path through the meadow to get there was somewhat winding, and passed behind a cluster of vegetation just before turning in to the knoll. The vegetation was lush, and the day was humid enough to look almost, but not quite misty; this enhanced the magical appearance of the site as we approached, and I commented on the teasing, seductive nature of the path leading to it. I was still a little anxious about having a good trip, since my most recent breakthrough dose of DMT had been difficult (though all but one of my more recent sub-breakthrough doses had been quite lovely).
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I entered the site, and began to set up my materials. I keep my DMT pipe wrapped in an emproidered white linen placemat, inside a box that also contains a lighter, a glass vial of my DMT, and some other materials. I laid the placemat over the box like an altar cloth, loaded the pipe, placed it on the cloth with the lighter and then got up to go and pee (as I frequently find that if I do not pee before taking DMT, I have a hallucination that I've peed myself, and it detracts terribly from the trip).
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While peeing, I was awed by the beauty of the lush vegetation of the meadow, and the stand of birch trees which I was facing. I realized that I was peeing in the exact same place where I had been peeing when I had had a ++++ moment on 2C-I the previous fall (that trip was also reported) and had another ++++. I decided that this was a favourable omen, and mentioned it to D upon returning to the pipe. While I was doing this, she showed me that she had cleaned all the residual soot off the outside of my pipe. It was now quite clear that there was enough residue on the inside of the pipe for loading not to have been pharmacologically necessary, but I had still felt it to be ritually necessary.
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After this, I lit a couple of white sage leaves that I had brought along, wafted them under my nose, smudged my immediate surroundings, and placed them on one of the stones of the nearby fire pit to continue smouldering while I took my trip. The smudge removed any lingering anxiety quite effectively.
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I put the pipe in my lips, lit the lighter, held it to the pipe, inhaled the DMT, held it, exhaled, and then lay on my back. I became immersed in cosmic light, caressed by fractally intricate tendrils of ecstasy. I could feel, hear, or somehow perceive myself moaning in a pan-sensual quasi-orgasmic delight (though when I asked D about it later, she told me that I was silent then entire time).
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As I began to withdraw from the DMT sensorium, I could make out the tendrils of ecstasy transforming into the branches of the trees ringing the knoll, and the cosmic light diminished to the blue brightness of clear, early afternoon sky. I gave a brief description of my experience to D and repacked my materials while waiting to recover enough to stand up. I exited the knoll by the slightly more direct and more barren path back to the picnic site, and returned to picnicking.
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Some number of hours later, I found myself experiencing the phenomenon I'd heard described by some other friends who had tried this combination before, where the marvels of the (tail of the) LSD trip seem considerably less marvelous. Also notable is that while taking the DMT, I didn't experience any of the caustic/painful sensation which I normally associate with the practice (probably an analgesic effect of the LSD, similar to my inability to perceive the hotness of spicy foods while tripping).
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After-effects are not really reportable owing to the consumption of additional substances during the remainder of the picnic.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 92016</td></tr>
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 31</td><td> </td></tr>
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What is surprising is that I can remember perfectly now what happened that day. Nothing is obstructed.
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I took a hit of LSD at 4 in the afternoon. My boyfriend took 2. We wrote down the time so we could reference when it started to kick in, and we started playing Halo. After a while, my jaw felt tense and I was shaky. A friend who was also tripping that day came over and started showing us a crystal ball. We smoked some pot and went outside.
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I remember how bright and nuclear the sun felt, even behind clouds. And speaking of clouds, how amazing they looked. The ones lit up by sun were so bright and iridescent... and the rest T suddenly saw as spanning a great depth into the sky. I usually see clouds as so flat, and it takes special kinds of clouds to demonstrate the great depth they span... but I saw them clearly in the depth. I saw every movement they made, and the patterns that seemed to replicate themselves throughout the clouds. At one point, I could see a sliver of a moon straight above, and through the thin clouds, a small chunk of rainbow appeared right by the moon. I thought I may have dreamed it up, but my partners agreed it was there. It was amazing.
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We went to the duck pond. I watched the water rippling due to wind, fountain, or duck. The way the highlights contained reflections of the island and trees, and the lowlights were the color of the water. They created movement across the waves. I suddenly thought of the air as liquid, surrounding us just as the water could. The surface of the water was no longer just a surface above which was nothing, instead, the surface was really an intersection of two 'liquids': water and air. The ripples showed how the air affected the water and vice versa.
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It was windy, which helped realize the liquidity of the air. Gazing across the lawn, handfuls of grass twitched in the wind while others stayed still. The trees and leaves swayed, my hair blew. The air felt extremely heavy, and I could so clearly feel every movement around me.
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And all the while that I was staring at the greatness around me, the two next to me were talking about many things. Physics and math of crystal balls and various other gadgets. It was amazing how I could be so focused on the scenery, yet at any moment I was completely caught up with the conversation and could easily join in. There was no confusion. It didn't matter who knew the exact details of what we talked about... I felt that we all understood, moved along at the exact same pace with the concepts.
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Speaking of the crystal ball... what an incredible accessory. It was amazing how perfectly round it was--I spin it as fast as I could and did not see any rotation in the image in the ball. Movement without any visible evidence. Seeing the world inside the ball upside down, or seeing the fibers of a microfiber cloth look as large as the weave on a scarf. It was great.
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Whenever we mentioned what phenomena greeted us, the others understood without words. They experienced the same.
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Walking was strange. I had little sensation of it at all. I said, 'I feel like something else is walking for me' and everyone else concurred. While we walked, I looked up at the trees and thought and felt about the tree top, 'I could be there' or 'I am there'. It's something I've tried to think since, and I can almost get myself to feel it, but not the same way--not so naturally. I thought about what it would be like to be living as different people, and I understood putting myself in their shoes in a way I never had before. I could say 'imagine what it would be like to be ____' and felt like I really could understand that.
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I wasn't really worried that we seemed strange to outsiders. One friend kept saying, 'Don't worry. It's all in your head.' I knew that was true. I liked the moment that we were coming upon 3 campus narcs/security guards. We all stopped talking and just walked by in silence, looking sober and nonchalant. Immediately after they passed, I broke out into a huge uncontrollable grin and looked over to see everyone else do the same.
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At some point we felt fit to venture to a restaurant for food, though I noticed not being that interested in whether I was hungry. I put on a sweatshirt and really enjoyed wearing the hood even though I usually hate hoods and only wear them if it is raining. The walk over was fine... less of the beautiful sunlight, but some nice clouds and wind. On the street, it was calm and I felt completely at ease, no matter what kinds of sketchy people were walking by. We went to the door of the restaurant, and when I opened it, it was like a completely different world. It was a bustle of color and noise, people everywhere, very confusing even on ordinary days. We managed to get in line and decided to order the simplest thing we could thing of: two slices of pizza and water. We escaped to the outside... it was too much. We lost track of time, as we had been very apt to do throughout the afternoon, and I ended up finally finding our order about 20 minutes after our number had initially been called.
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By night (10pm), things weren't quite as crazy as they had been during the afternoon. There were a few times, watching iTunes visualizations and listening to music... or staring at this wall in our friend's house that seemed to be moving the same way the clouds had. But mostly a sense of loss as it slowly disappeared... or as I felt it, as parts of myself that had been gone slowly returned. I felt sadness again for the first time. I tried to notice what was coming back that I didn't like, thinking maybe I could learn to get those away from myself.
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I didn't like the sadness, as warranted as it may have been. I know it's appropriate and good to be sad at times, but I think in general it takes too much from me. I didn't like irritability, the way I tried to control things, that was coming back. In the afternoon, I tried to control nothing at all. I chose what I looked at and what I thought about and reveled in it, and didn't care at all what else happened. I even said 'this is the most chill I have ever been', but it wasn't in some konked out couchlock way... it was in an amazing, energetic, enthusiastic, involved way, but I was still completely chill about the passage of time and events. I didn't care about time, deadlines, or plans.
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I realized don't like how much I try to make plans or secure things down. School makes us so time dependent. I didn't like some of the sense of self returning either... it had been gone, and I was so much happier being part of something bigger. It's hard to emulate, and hard to explain. In a way, the way I lived that afternoon sounds selfish... just doing what was fun, reveling in everything around me, enjoying myself more than many people ever will. But in a way, it was the least selfish I've ever been, and I liked that. I hope that is something I can retain through time.<!-- End Body -->
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I was in Ericeira, a classic surf town in the grand Lisbon area, in Portugal. Me and my cousin went there for a weekend of bodyboarding, having fun, disco, enjoying the awesome beaches and eating those super-tasty pizzas in the surf-camp. I was born in Lisbon and I've heard about LSD since I was 15, but never had any interest into it. I am a good student, have always been, and besides smoking many joints in the big party sessions I've never tried anything else than alcohol and marijuana. But in this specific weekend I felt that my cousin was the perfect company to become ''experienced'' as our brother Hendrix used to say back in the old days. My cousin was in many festivals, he is a man of his word and a had been taking LSD for 3 years. I felt like it was my time to try Lysergic Acid Dyethilamide for the first time.
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We were in the beach, it was 16:00 approx., and honestly, I was so anxious and a bit afraid of trying LSD as it would mean, inside my head, that I was going through ''tough stuff'' and I could really get fucked up with this trip. Wouldn't matter: he gave me 1/4 of a Hit (paper) and I swallowed it. Half an hour later I started feeling strange, like a bit ''electrified''. My head wasn't ''hot'' as it became with weed, but was (I just can't express the accurate word!): STRANGE! I felt like my vision was now enlarged (I could see better, beyond, within a larger angle right and left) and my humour was OK, I felt like a baby that's discovering everything for the first time as LSD entered for it's first trip in my body. We took a ride in the hills, observing the huge waves as the swell was very good that day. The walk that supposedly took 40 mins., looked like 5 mins. for me. I had my guitar, and before playing, I took the other 1/4 Hit. I felt able to play anything as usual. My guitar skills didn't change, but I remember noticing that I no longer had to look at the frets to know where to play the chords, now I was looking into the string and their vibration would tell me that!
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We went to Ericeira (notice I am a cigarette smoker, and in 2 hours I smoked about 15 cigarettes!) and went to dinner in a local tavern. We asked for 1 dose of meat and fries plus rice each. It seemed delicious, but even tho I didn't eat for 5 hours now, I couldn't just eat anything, It tasted strange. Suddently, the bad-trip begun: people in that restaurant seemed to, now, be looking at me with malefic and dark eyes, and I said to my cousin: ''man, I gotta go outside''. I went outside, with a beer and a cigarette, turned on my MP3 and started listening to ''Yesterday'' by Paul McCartney. It sounded so pure and lovely that I still, nowadays, feel like I have to listen to it at least once a day to feel OK. It meant to me so much, it meant peace of mind.
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We went to the local drinking-zone, where all the teens are (we were now about 5 hours before I took the first blotter). My body was still ''electrified'', but God help me: I was still SO DAMN anxious. That tavern fucked it all up. I don't know why! I was trying to keep positive and thinking in about having fun, but I felt so damn anxious. My chest was under pressure, I felt shy like I had never felt before. I drank about 8 beers and I felt no change, I felt invincible: alcohol would affect me. I asked my cousin to get out of that place and he said OK.
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We went back home, in my cousin's uncle car (one sober friend was driving). Now I felt safer, but still: anxious and strange. Then I think I had what it seemed to be a visual hallucination: some window's curtain seemed to come back and forth like and expanding pattern, twice. I felt scared but I laughed at it. Then, (7 hours after I took the first blotter), I smoked a joint. Man...Everything changed. Now I felt, honestly, that I was very, very, very deep and far away from my normal consciousness. I couldn't talk, and although the company was good (my cousin) and also the music: Hendrix and Pink Floyd, I still felt that anxiety from the tavern/restaurant and I didn't know why! I looked to the sky, the night was beautiful and the stars were shining. I remember hallucinating when looking at them: seeing how they would send electric messages one to another simultaneously. My thoughts were deep. I remember having awesome ideas, conclusions, opinions, but this is somehow unexplainable in this report.
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We went to sleep, 10 hours after we took the LSD. We were still tripping, but just smoothly. I was still anxious. I took some time to fall asleep, and after closing my eyes and seeing an axis in the middle of the darkness of my closed-eyes, around which many rays and color-forms would dance, I fell asleep.
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I woke up, and I still don't know why, anxious. And I felt this anxiety for the next 4 months every day, but not always. I felt I had gone insane but, no. I think I have the answer for this anxiety that started as the first ''suspicious'' environment came (the restaurant): this trip wasn't supposed to happen that weekend. Guess why? Because I finally came to the conclusion that I was afraid and worried of taking that acid. I just felt some pressure to take it because we took that trip to Ericeira just to me getting experienced. I couldn't say to my cousin after so many effort getting there: now I don't want it. It would be more honest, I know, but I didn't say it.
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Now I have an advise for everyone: take it, calmly and with respect when, AND JUST WHEN, you feel like you really want to try it and you have a strong reason that makes you happy trying it. If not, you will mostly like get into a bad-trip because then, you will be thrown into a really bad jail. If not, if your OK and happy with no worries, I guess the trip will be ''some fucking fiesta!!!''.
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Answering the classic question of unexperienced people: ''How does it feel being under LSD?''
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The answer is: Strange.
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Cheers ;)<!-- End Body -->
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It was around 1am and four of us were sat around the kitchen table. The room was dimly lit, the mood subdued; we were tired from the night that'd stretched out before us. I took the small squares from the bag they'd been in for days. Looking around, nervous glances. Two of the group were first timers, and the rest of us not what you'd call experienced. I pulled apart the card, almost imagining a tingle as my skin came in contact with the doused material.
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We placed one each on the centre of our tongues as instructed. I definitely felt the tingle now, that almost familiar taste; the sensation of the drug pulsing around my body – the nerves, and the excitement. The tab sat there for a few minutes before I swallowed it down with a drink. It was all now just a matter of time. It must've been half an hour later when I felt the tension in my stomach. We were in the bedroom now, getting warm, chatting and listening to music. Passing the time. I could feel a nausea creeping over me, and a growing tension as my weight seemed to shift from it's normal point of sensation, my heartbeat starting to race and it's pulse move around my body. I was pacing around, then sitting or lying, trying to get comfortable. Maybe the others felt it too.
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I felt my stomach turn uneasily, and excused myself. In the bathroom, I reached the toilet just in time before I gagged. After spitting and some deep breaths I felt a lot better, and almost instantly saw flickers of future visions in the corner of my eyes, just on the periphery of my field of view. The bathroom tiles, the frosted glass. It was like perceiving the textures and colours for the first time. I felt good. Back in the bedroom I lay down, enjoying the music. My heartbeat seemed to fall into the groove, the bass drum on the third beat of each bar. A reggae beat. I lay on the floor now, next to the heater. I stretched my muscles, scanning the room with my eyes as I felt my body succumbing to the first effects of the drug.
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Rushes tingled around my body, feeling light then heavy, back to light. I felt restless. I felt alive. My mind started to race how it does with a head full of acid. An unquenchable stream of consciousness, that would be with me for the next twelve or so hours. I stood up now, and started to sway with the music. The movement felt good, the mood at this point was giggly as we each privately came to terms with the weight of the situation. The music was loud but I needed more, I needed bass. I could feel the music, I could almost see it - the synaesthetic nature of the trip was becoming apparent. This posed little problem in a house with such comprehensive sound equipment; the main challenge in connecting a bigger speaker being remembering the task in hand, and finding the appropriate leads – my state of mind was becoming increasingly different from that of sobriety.
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Now the music was loud and the bass was deep – whilst others drew pictures or simply attempted to perceive their environment I focused my energies elsewhere and stood close to the speaker. I could feel the floor vibrating. Some well picked records brought out of me an explosion of euphoria and I started to dance, slowly at first and then wildly and free. Loud hip-hop beats, then jazz and deep electronica. I conducted an invisible orchestra, and flailed almost recklessly. I was back. Some more mild discomfort in my stomach led me once again to the bathroom. The bright light reflecting on the tiles started to induce some of the more complex hallucinations in contrast with the dimly lit bedroom – swirling shapes in tessellation, a spectrum of colour previously thought impossible. I was back. It felt refreshing and exciting, just what was needed after some of the more testing months of my life. In the hallway different lighting, and new surroundings also caused my imagination to run wild. This house, almost museum like it's décor was surreal and strange – it's vibe however overwhelmingly positive. Relics everywhere of it's everyday existence as a family home.
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Back to the bedroom. I was no longer the only one on my feet. The music now was screeching, impossibly loud and every note, lyric or beat an affirmation of all of our lives. Again I moved, sometimes perching on top of the speaker and surveying the room from a greater hight. This was my platform for large portions of the evening. The vibrations under my feet were empowering almost, I felt on top of the beat. Increased restlessness and curiosity seemed to overwhelm the general consensus of opinion and so we left the room – the music still blaring and filling the empty house with a constant energy.
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Now we explored. With childlike inquisitiveness, we looked in every room, picking up books and ornaments. Our eyes darting around, imaginations running wild. We laughed and chatted, drawings similarities between our experiences and pooling information. The time dilation was evident, how long had we been upstairs? Being in the pub that evening felt like a week ago. Our normal lives felt like another lifetime. In reality I think we'd dosed around 2 hours previously. One of us wasn't feeling much, and described not even the symptoms we'd felt at first. Was the tab a blank? She dosed again and soon seemed to catch up. After sometime the four of us settled in the front room, with an acoustic guitar and the warmth of the fire. The music echoed from upstairs, my twisted perceptions adding it's own effects and modulations to the sound. We spoke, sometimes bursting into hysterical laughter as our minds no doubt functioned at different levels of understanding.
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But hey, perception is reality. I waved my hand in front of my eyes, textbook acid trails formed behind it like writing with a sparkler as a child. I carried on making new shapes and patterns, focussing on different things in the room and letting the visuals take control. I thought about the link between perception and reality, action and belief. Motives and thought. The power of the human mind. Anything I saw above the furniture and colours that existed in that room was of my own creation – and it was beautiful. Patterns more complex that those created by any graphic artist, and colours more real and vivid that any photograph. Movement, dancing in time with the distorted music that seemed to come from beneath us, from within us almost. My mind raced far beyond the it's assumed potential. We were all getting inside the mind of God.
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God is consciousness. The beats emanating from upstairs took on a tribal like quality, and my visuals made references to ancient imagery – Aztec? African, I wasn't sure – probably the remnants of some television documentary or website lodged deep in the subconscious. The power of the human mind.
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Days passed, lifetimes. Ideas expired and were reinvented. Come up, comedown, sunrise, sunset. Cycles. In 'reality' I think it was around 5am. More exploration of the house followed, each room had a new energy and kindled new conversation and activity. People found instruments, sustained piano notes fascinating our sensory perception far beyond only the sonic field. Synaesthesia. Bliss. Again upstairs I danced to music of every genre, busy jazz arrangements or deep pounding house. Each song I embodied, the movement and feeling they induced, no doubt what the artist intended. A gap in the curtains gave me a glance of outside, and the garden to the rear of the house. Outside. I'd forgot it existed.
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Outside was beautifully unreal. The sky, deep shades of blue and purple as the first birds could be heard singing – the sounds echoing through our very beings. After an equally animated exploration of the garden we lay on the grass, and the experience shifted to that of a collective. Guitar in hand I started to strum a folk song, and we sang – delicate and vulnerable staring into the branches overhead. Ecstasy swept my body, as if this was the climax of my life's existence. My mind raced to other moments of intensity. I thought about drugs, and about music. I thought about sex, pure and beautiful. We sang 'First day of our Lives', the sentiment so relative. The words took on meanings that I'd never before appreciated. Another stroll around the garden induced jaw-dropping visuals, trees became hands intertwined and the grass and sky a stunning canvas displaying splashes of colour as if from the hand of a tortured, ingenious artist. Some things remain impossible to accurately express in words. For better of worse, maybe the entire night falls into that category.
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More hours spent inside and out, more distorted perceptions and ideas too big for the head of children. The sun came up and revealed the beauty of the garden in a different light. Even the derelict shed, in an aura of it's own perfection. The earth had turned, the sun had stayed still. We get happy, sad, we are born and we die but the facticity of our existence remains the same. Perception is everything. These ideas later spawned an interesting conversation outside, probably echoing a conversation had by millions of first time LSD users. “Don't you think if everyone in the army did this, they'd just quit?” asked one such user. “You can't cure the world's problems with a drug, this is just a gateway” I said. “Don't you think the kind of guy who joins the army needs a gateway?” Good point. It was strange, we never discussed why they'd 'just quit'. It almost went without saying. Once you've seen objects alive purely with the energy of their own existence I guess it puts the idea of going to war for money, or power in a new perspective. Kids leave home and sign up, what to find themselves? Well you don't have to go to war and kill a stranger to find yourself. What about world leaders and CEOs? It reminded me of a Streets lyrics – 'They could settle wars with this if only they will. Imagine the worlds leaders on pills, then imagine the mornin after wars causing disaster”. Good point. Like I said, it's just a gateway to the truth. A door in the wall of perception.
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More hours passed and it became harder to find such moments of clarity – we'd been awake for a long time. Around 7am I resumed my position on top of the speaker for another dance, and I'd scream along to songs that brought back some part of my past. More euphoria. It felt like enlightenment was just around the corner. Who knows, maybe it was.
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It's strange returning to our reality after a night like that. It is good enough to learn these lessons, but then just apply them to the life we've already built for ourselves – as if we got it right, rather than making some fundamental change? A Bright Eyes lyric comes to mind – 'the picture's way to big to look at kid, your eyes won't open wide enough'. But what if we can all see a section, communicate and share ideas to make up the big picture. 'You're just a piece of the puzzle, so I think you'd better find your place. And don't go blaming your knowledge on some fruit you ate'. Good point.
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No wonder acid is illegal. Once we crack the bigger picture, there becomes no need for war, for money or for industry. That's why we're kept separate and alone. That's why we're taught, from day one to separate action and belief. Think what you want, as long as you conform. That's the message. From education, from advertising, from media, from government. That's why our best minds are wasted on industry. So they can get As, and get paid to be the biggest hypocrites.
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1/10/10
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Second acid trip, first effective
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Substance: LSD-25
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Dosage: Two hits, high potency
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When: 1/9/10
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1st tab 1:30 pm
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2nd tab 2:30 pm
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Where: California
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Why: Self exploration and recreation
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Background info: I am 16 years old, and I had gone to visit my friends in LA, I had gone up before this and tried some acid but it barely worked and I heard later from the guys that dropped it that it was DOI. So returning the second time I was offered a second chance to get some lsd. I gave him the money, we drove a couple miles and then he returned with 8 hits of what was reportedly high quality blotter. He quickly transferred it to tinfoil, I screamed like a little girl and we drove off. I brought it back home with me; the intention being me, my two friends at home and my friend from LA could all trip off of two hits some time. Well my friend from LA didn’t end up coming with us. We scoped out this huge park in the center of town the day before, at night. We ended up talking to some crazy kids waiting for their ecstasy dealer and we blazed them out. We returned the next day with subway sandwiches and high hopes.
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Trip: We dosed the first hit around 1:25, left the three other hits in the car and set off walking. We walked a lap around the entire park with the hits still on our tongues, made it back to the car about 30 minutes later and swallowed the tabs. Sitting in the car under the shade structure, I began to notice colors intensifying, but nothing very strong yet. My friends remarked that they indeed felt odd. Being under the shade structure began to feel like I had somehow shrunken down and was in a toy car under the floorboards of a room. I was not hallucinating yet or even near full effects but I knew the acid was working. We went for another walk and felt the effects intensify, colors seemed amazing and I felt euphoric. Gazing around at all the wonderful, beautiful people and children playing and laughing I felt a sense of connectedness to them on a base human level. After an hour or so we returned to the car, still not fully tripping, and since we did not feel any increasing effects, we dosed the second tab at about 2:30 and began walking towards the street fair half a mile away.
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On the way there we walked through the college, this is when the acid really took hold. We all started giggling and laughing out loud as we walked through the hallways which bent and breathed and contained within them swirling colors. We first looked at the out printed words on a wall proclaiming “Science”, me and my friend both started at it as we walked past and it changed colors and began to spring off of the wall, we both seemed to see this and busted out laughing. It was going really great and I was tripping just as much as I wanted to be because I was in a very public place. We took a break on a bench and tried to relieve some of the come up anxiety, which was not helped when I suddenly realized that I was playing with a little bit of paper in my mouth. “Oh shit” I said, “we just took another hit, and your face is already scintillating around and changing colors.” And older man walked by us lounging on the bench and remarked “You guys look ambitious!” we all laughed. We decided to continue on to the street fair but when we arrived I was tripping even harder and we could not tell if they were setting up or shutting down.
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My friend decided that they were shutting down as he exclaimed “They are putting things into boxes, not taking them out!” joyous with his discovery. We left the street fair and began walking back through the college. We all began getting calls on our phones, me from my mom and sister and my friend from his father asking why no one was answering and to please call. I look down at my phone and the keys are swirling around in amazing, galaxy like spirals. Somehow I answered my mom, said a few words, then my sister called, and both calls failed. I was a little confused to say the least, but we ended up handling everything perfectly and received almost no more interruptions.
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The trip progressed quickly in the next hour. We walked back through the park, a park filled with families and small children all playing and biking and running around. I felt their life energy coursing through me and felt a low drone of cosmic power permeating every atom around me.
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The visuals were becoming very intense, I could no longer discern people in the distance from the grass around them and their pixels flew together and swirled around. We completely lost ourselves, but amazingly ended up on a bench in a secluded tree circle on the edge of the park, just close enough to be with the hordes of life forms, but not close enough to interact with them. We must have sat there for at least an hour or more, tripping way beyond my capacity to handle anything but sitting and mumbling the beginnings of my thoughts. “Why don’t we walk to the other bench” became “why doo, why dooo, why…”. I was sensing the essence of reality and life in that reality. I felt the insane complexity of DNA and could feel the overwhelming universal drive to promote information, the formation of information, I saw that through life is just a distilled version of the underlying force of energy that permeates everything in the universe and drives entropy forwards and backwards, that the piecing together of vast, complex and beautiful information was the opposite of chaos. I felt all of this moving together through time, I felt the grass swirling out of the dirt, and changing as it too moves through time with me and the reality around me.
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After the trip had eased off somewhat we attempted to walk to the car to get our sandwiches. We made it after a very long time of wandering through the park and weaving in and out of children who I felt were perhaps in a similar state of mind as I. Eating the sandwich proved to be ridiculous; I could feel the taste in my mouth and was sensing the molecular makeup of the food. It was overwhelming and also very messy so I ended up only eating a few big bites. We spent the rest of the day and long into the night there and walking around the surrounding city, saw the kids that we smoked out the day before around 6:30, apparently they had gotten their drugs and had just taken them. They asked us if we “saw anything”, “oh indeed” I replied as his face multiplied and swayed within itself. Later I returned home where my parents were discussing set and setting of hallucinogenic drugs and how they would never understand taking a high dosage of mushrooms or acid in public places. What a coincidence! I spent the rest of the night with them making delicious breads and cheeses and eating fruit and chocolate, and reviewing my research paper request for a study on the efficacy of intravenous tPA.
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I then sat with my mom as she recounted some of the lessons she has learned from her experiences in the last couple of years, she told me and read me many of the things I had realized that day but in words written far better than my own. She told me that “There is no control, you can’t control anything, but you can create, you can create everything.” I hugged her goodnight at 2:30 am and took a shower and went to bed after a long time.
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Reflections: Amazing. I tapped into the underlying forces of reality, my own perceived reality. I meshed with a greater power. I felt the drone of life, living or not. I understood that my actions did not matter, that I was the same as all of these humans around me, as all the life around me, as everything I perceive, I was the same. I was a piece of the larger continuum of meaningful meaninglessness.
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To quote my mother: “Its finding God…. only through this will you end your suffering. Truth lives in you. There is only truth. And you aren’t sure there is a god, you want god to exist, you may think or believe there is no god, but there is. How do you find god? First, you have to vanquish all images and forms that you were raised with, taught, blanketed in old notions from people and institutions that had an agenda. God is formless, god is not a belief, or made in a gender or form. When you redefine and begin to reconceive god, begin by trying to use other words and images, as you do you come closer to finding god. When finding god becomes an action, similar to finding and redefining love, use this action to explore opening pathways and conduits to your inner being. Because god is never separate from you to begin with. God is not someone you meet when you die. Heaven is not a place reserved for the departed. God is the Creator. And what are we humans filled and overflowing with? Creativity! 'This is god, the creator. And whenever you see, feel, hear, taste, or experience anything with the senses, something that is monumental, stunning, grand, unique, clever, artful, playful, phenomenal, head-scratching, mysterious, beautiful, or profound, that is god working within you,
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'Either as the human creator of something or as an appreciator of it. God is Creation. The creator lives within all of us. We have god in us. And when we create anything, a child, a project, a home, a service, we are allowing our god energy to flow unimpeded. When we are open, truthful, grateful, and aware, we begin to know this truth. This is the truth. Not my truth, the truth. And I know it because god told me… not my god, the god, the one, the one that exists in each and every one of us, whether we acknowledge the presence or not. You will begin to find and know god when you begin a dialogue with god. I spoke to my creator tonight, and she told me to keep my channels open, that whenever doubt crept into my thoughts, that these were only words not truths, these were just other thoughts, clouding vision… mental, emotional, past baggage that is associated with fear and doubt. Dispel them as soon as they come. Don’t allow them to stay, swirl them around inside and flush them out with the breath. Exhale. Unclog the toilet. My essence remains unaffected. Who I am unaltered by words, beliefs, or other’s beliefs or opinions, But, HEED THE DOUBT, because that is a powerful signal to remove that obstacle from the path, to sweep it aside, to keep channels open and flowing like the river that I am, like the god energy that is flowing through me at all times, Breaking the dams as they form … that is the passion I am feeling, it’s the creator’s energy, the active love, and the act of love, the action of god’s movement within every cell of me.”
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–Dr. D, 2008<!-- End Body -->
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My first acid trip - by Curunir
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Substance: LSD.
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Initial dose: ~80 ug, ingested orally (half of a seal containing 160 ug) at about 2 pm
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Follow up dose: ~ 40 ug ingested orally (one quarter of a seal) at about T+1:30
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Date: unknown, probably somewhere late spring/early summer
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I took my very first dose of acid, about 80 ug’s on the way to the station. Down the proverbial rabbithole that little blotter went. Our plan was to cross the river and head to a pasture on the edge of the water just across. A quiet place and with a natural feel to it, though it's very close to the city (which is on the riverside opposed to where we sat). I recall experiencing quite a bit of pre-trip anxiety, particulary once we were at the station buying something to eat and some fruit drinks for later. Inside the shop I felt a bit tense and had the sensation that everyone there was looking at me strangely. So I went outside and tried to relax for a bit. This must have been about T+30 mins.
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Eventually we went outside and to the field across the river. On the bridge I began to notice the water had a deep hue and looked very alive. When we were down lating on the grass looking at the river this sensation increased. I felt quite happy to be there, and at one point I lay in the grass stretched out, listening to some psybient music on my ipod and looking at the cool trippy image on my weedbox. Somehow it looked more weird than it usually does when I'm sober ;).
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So after a while I thought 'hey this acid is great'. Since my tripbuddy took some more, I decided to join him even though this was my first trip. I had about half a seal, which must have been about 40 mics more. In retrospect I slightly regret this. My eventual dose was about 120-30 ug, a bit much for a first trip especially considering the circumstances I was in later on. Though it was by no means a bad trip, things did get a bit uncomfortable now and then due to my inexperience combined with the strong dose.
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At some point I wanted to head back to the city and check out this new acidified world I was in. Once across the bridge we headed into town, walking parallel to the river.
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We passed these beautiful old houses, and looking at their fences I noticed they really weren't so strong and durable as I thought. They were actually melting as it were, very flexible and I just had to touch them. Suddenly I felt I understood the feeling Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters must have had when they dropped their seals. Acid makes you feel like a wizard of sorts, capable of bending matter and realizing the whole fabric of existence isn't so strong.. the durability and permanence of outside objects ain't so sure.. everything might just collapse any minute, but in a good way: why get hung up on anything. Much later this led me to realize how psychedelics may have played a vital part in spawning the whole counterculture movement of the 60s and 70s: if nothing is really as durable and fixed as it seems, why not try to reform society to be more in tune with your own ideals and beliefs?
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Even more than fighting against the repressive society of the 50s, with its strict codes and morals, one could simply reshape them or create new codes.
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At some point we turned left and went through these narrow medieval city streets until we came to an open door. We saw some artsy paintings outside and smelled some paint, so we boldly went inside. I felt like I was in a cave, with a dark and crooked ceiling, in which all sorts of wonders are hidden. We saw a man working on some paintings and art objects, mostly colourful surrealistic stuff. Quite nice. We talked for a while and I tried quite hard to 'look normal', which was less of a challenge for my tripbuddy D. Who is very experienced on acid. I thought it went quite well (it probably didn’t actually :p) so this became our running gag during the trip: we had to pass these acid checks by talking to sober people and try not to appear weird or tripping on acid. As the peak of the experience had yet to come, this became increasingly diffcult ;).
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So then we walked on by the cathedral a few blocks further and I noticed the ground was going up and down as I walked.. it looked like I was walking over very tiny hills, which were flowing back and forth. In fact all straight lines appeared more crooked and bending. The edges of houses would change from straight to concave and convex shapes, switching back and forth. When I smoked cigarettes later I noticed these were also very much bended, almost completely in a 90 degree angle. Hilarity ensued (limp dick fag etc. :p).
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But this bending combined with colours taking on an increased intensity are really the only visual effects the trip had for me. My other senses were thoroughly fucked though, sort of like they had been strewn about in a big jar and replaced randomly. I was only able to think in a more or less linear/logical fashion with great difficulty. My thoughts felt like they were being produced somewhere in the sky in front of me. When eating something I felt the taste not in my mouth but in my hands or (again) in the sky. My body sense was distorted too, nothing felt like it was in its proper place.
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Their literally was no point of reference, by which i mean sensory input, thoughts and feelings were all flowing through one another and mingling together. My tripbuddy summed this up perfectly by saying: uppers make you go up, downers make you go down, but acid makes you go upside down.
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Now I have to admit this was a bit scary because normally when on other substances there's still some rational voice in my brain to which I can turn. I probably won't if I'm having a good time, but if things go awry I’m able of regaining some control of the situation if I need to. With acid, it was like the very possibility of rational thinking was taken away, or at least distorted in some weird way. But I came to accept the lack of a point of reference as a lesson of sorts: maybe we don’t really need such a point in most situations. Just accepting uncertainty and the 'bendedness' or crookedness of the world as a fact we can live with.
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But I digress: we went to look in a church and talked to a lady there, all the while appearing very normal and respectable of course ;) and eventually walked to a squatted place I know. This woman outside was preparing to make a little garden, planting some seeds and making a fence. I just had to stop and touch the earth, and ramble something about how unreal the earth was. The physical sensation of going through the dirt with me hands was odd, though I don’t recall why. We talked for a bit and eventually I told her I was on acid. 'Ah of course, I thought something was the matter'.
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We talked to lots of people afterwards. Most of them were really in a different mind zone. The whole situation had this ‘concrete jungle’ tinge which made me feel out of place. We did make fun of this, ‘exploiting the concrete’ (like going up and down some escalators for about 15 minutes). But once back on the main town square my hearing began to disturb me: it wasn't just distorted (as were all my senses) but also sharpened. I heard a buzzing sound, and walking towards its source I realized I was aware of it at about 15 mtrs from where I should have been able to. People talking would come on very strongly which was quite uncomfortable. Later, when we sat on a bench in front of an ice cream parlour filled with people I felt quite tense. When I decided to get some ice cream inside I was really overwhelmed by all the people, their feelings and their talk inside. It was extremely hard to focus and do what I came there to do. A very uncomfortable sensation.
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Eventually I thought 'well what the hell, either I freak out and run outside, or I'll just push through, get my ice cream and pass the test'. Which I did. I was somewhat proud of having passed this last acid check, the most difficult of all.. though it might have been better to just go somewhere else. Once outside I ate the ice cream which tasted very strange, creamy and buttery of sorts but with little other taste. Also, the taste was located some 20 cm's in front of me, instead of in my mouth where it belongs :p.
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After sitting on the terrace for a while we proceeded to walk on the central square, when the weather started to change. It went from beautiful and sunny to darker and a bit dreary. Rain started to fall and all the bars and cafes were closing up. This had a big effect on my mood which became quite dreary as well. We walked through the park on the way home and by this time I was in a grim mood. And discussing the meaning of life only increased this effect. But fortunately we met some friends who usually hung out in the park smoking their weed and drinking their beer. Though they were also in a very different state of mind (as were most people we met during the day) I did enjoy their ‘gruff companionship’ (for lack of a better word). And upon sitting down and quickly downing half a litre of beer (uh-oh) my mood started to improve. So when I went away from the park and back home to get some dinner I was in better spirits.
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After dinner the trip had mostly worn of, though there was some afterglow and I was in a philosophical/introspective state of mind (even more so than usual).
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Had a little talk with my mom, a mate came by and we watched a nice movie. I was very tired in an emotional/psychological sense, but not quite ready to sleep yet, so I lay awake for some time.. sensing some strange patterns in the dark and not feeling sleepy. Eventually I did doze off and felt quite rejuvenated once I awoke.
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So, in retrospect: a good trip, but I could’ve made it easier on myself. The contentment was there occasionally, but the sense of euphoria was only there the first hour or two and I had some mixed feelings afterwards.
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My recommendations (to myself):
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- go a bit more easy on the dose next time
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- stay in a more rural/natural area
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- don't plan any new activities afterwards
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- recognize lsd is active for a very long time
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All in all, I do consider this to have been a rewarding ‘first contact’. Acid certainly merits more exploration.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
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I've taken a goodly number of doses in the past year or so. The trips have all been very positive, yielding personal insights and smooth integration. The two trips to date in this past year where the visions stood out the most were combinations involving LSD and other substances such as Mescaline and on a different occasion LSD and a dissociative.<br>
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This most recent trip was a deep one. It was also a combination - this time doses plus tremendous smoked amounts of hash oil taken throughout the duration of the trip. I believe this fact significantly contributed to both the short duration (due to sleep) and the enhanced visuals/fantasy aspect of the journey at the peak. This one really was a trip.<br>
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It came on fast and smooth - the transition to seeing the other world, to fully flipping the trip-switch was seamless and physically comfortable. No nausea, anxiety, shaking or vasoconstriction. As it came on the pains in my lower back, neck and shoulders faded away to nothing. Throughout the remainder of the weekend I had very little body pain.<br>
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The setting for the heart/peak of this trip was an outragously good performance of Balkan Beat Box at Earthdance 2011. I took some strong white on white LSD - a small (1/4 inch square or less) hit and a second, even smaller one, maybe about 1/2 the size of the first. My estimate/goal for this trip was 150 micrograms. I was pleasantly surprised to find it hit me more like 250. <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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The visuals were distinctly tryptamine in nature - CEV's were very geometrically complex, gorgeous egg or ornament formations of this fantastic geometry, ever changing. OEV's made the world look hyperspace polished. The stage and light show looked gorgeous (superior lighting), the music was intensely good and synaesthetic. After the music, everyone looked sharp edged, well defined and connected, the crescent moon looked super sharp, super silver-white and detailed with craters visible as if I was using a pair of binoculars. The gigantic Burning Man metallic sculpture display that was a kind of stylized cross between Ancient Egyption symbology and the cadeusus symbol no longer looked silver and bronze in color, but rather like it was made out of polished, opalescent mother of pearl.<br>
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I was watching the Balkan Beat Box performance, having a great time, getting big visual effects when I realized that the entities were here. They had been haunting my peripheral vision for awhile now. I chuckled that I seemed to have brought them with me without even touching DMT.<br>
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Effects were coming on hard and strong in a fairly smooth and continuous comeup with a bit of wave like effects due to hash oil consumption. The peak seemed to be approaching and I was happy to be seated. I was away from the larger groups up at the top of the bleachers, leaning against the barrier fence with my eyes mostly closed at this point.<br>
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When I dose myself good and hard there are a number of signs and symptoms, including what I would call a change in the way I think. Sometimes this change truly is psychotomimetic for me. Always temporary though, and part of what makes a good trip really good. Feeds my need for novelty. It's not easy to change the way you think when the decades start to stack up.<br>
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I leaned against that fence, the entities on my shoulders and all around and closed my eyes, trying to breath adominally and meditate a bit.<br>
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I was suddenly surprised to find myself in a completely different place! Sort of. I could still perceive the concert, but I was no longer at it. I was elsewhere and elsewhen. Let me attempt to explain.<br>
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I initially became aware of a strong sense of movement - of being gradually rolled forward in a seated position. Next up came a series of very strong tactile hallucinations that equated to a LOT of stuff (wires, tubes, circuits) stuck into my head. This was not a nice little helmet device - these things had penetrated my very skull and brain. It was not uncomfortable, but I could deeply and distinctly feel it.<br>
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Something was going on. I was old. REALLY old. A wrinkled, faded, weightless, hunched, toothless old crone who had lost the singular love of her life (her husband) long long ago. Yet I was ECSTATIC. My joy was OVERWHELMING and COMPLETE. It was mental and physical (thus no problems with the stuff in my head). I could still perceive the concert, but now my sense was that it was not real and I was not really there. In fact I was at the very, very end of my life and this was a memory or review. A memory of a very joyous psychedelic experience and concert back in the day when I was still middle aged, able bodied and enjoyed the love of a living spouse.<br>
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I was in a wheelchair with heavy duty computer equipment directly jacked into the meat of my brain, being rolled towards THE END. And I had never been happier in my life. The pain and loneliness and degradation were over. I looked around. I was in a very futuristic looking, 'sci-fi' environment. I wish I could be more specific other than to say I saw no humans (including whoever or whatever made the chair move) in this 'breakthrough' (for lack of a better word) realm. The hallway was very, very white and well lit and there were colorful bits of non-identifiable technology everywhere. The vibe was welcoming, comforting, joyous . . . coming home again after so very very long. I almost had the vague sense that gravity wasn't right . . . that maybe I wasn't even on planet Earth.<br>
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I was moving towards a door at the end of the hallway/tunnel. It was the end. When I got into that room, I would die, but all of my entire life's memories would be accurately uploaded to some sort of computer matrix and I would re-join my long-dead husband. I didn't even care if this was just a copy and my consciousness was destroyed - some part of me, an echo would re-join the same of my soulmate. This made me joyous. More than satisfied. Very ready.<br>
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I realized I had been moving through the hall for awhile, even though I had only recently become aware of it via this trip. The upload process was already beginning and I was to the point of reviewing the LSD/hash oil trip during the Earthdance festival and the memories were outstanding.<br>
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This was a very amazing and unusual experience for me. There was always a kernal left that realized this was not what was going on. I never TRULY believed it. It was not delusion. I define it as a delightful sci-fi fantasy, and having this knowledge on board as the entire thing revealed itself to me made this one of the most entertaining and delightful trips of my life. I had a dooky-eating grin on my face and I could not quit chuckling at this strange, sci-fi and extremely unusual series of events in this trip.<br>
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Eventually, this let up and I plugged back into the here and now so to speak. I was left astonished. What an amazing effect. I had drenched my life in sci-fi for decades, I confess, but I had not been thinking about any of this stuff (end of life, potential to upload consciousness in the future, etc.) in the conscious levels of my mind for quite awhile. This bubbled up from deeper layers. It felt very real because it just unrolled, I had no control and didn't try to take any. Yet I knew it wasn't real. Laughing Delightful effect.<br>
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Exposures to similar themes within the past 6-12 months include:<br>
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* I currently have two maternal great-aunts, one is 95 (still drives Shocked !) and the other is 100. There is a chance I may live to be very, very old and given the rates of rapid change, see a lot of changes it the near future.<br>
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* Within the past year I've watched episodes of a TV show called Caprica that introduced a theme of offering people a product where they could visit dead loved ones in cyberspace.<br>
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* The fascinating thought experiment that all of this 'reality' is nothing but Life Review memories in the last six minutes of our existence<br>
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* It's also worth noting that if I smoke enough hash oil fast enough I trip. Trip on hash oil plus trip on LSD apparently = Synergy Breakthrough Fantasy illustrated in 3D hallucination for me. Very happy<br>
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The rest of the night was wonderful, but the above description is the heart of the matter. I have a wistful smile as I write this. A tiny part of me wishes it was real.<br>
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The rest of the trip was wonderful, but the main thing worth noting is that normally when I dose myself that hard, I cannot sleep for 10-12 hours minimum. Seven hours after putting the dose on my tongue, I was hallucinating hard in a rave environment ( 'The Temple of Electronica' ) when I realized I was nodding off! Laughing I suddenly realized I had been up over 23 hours AND had worked a six hour security/gate shift that morning in the sun (7 a.m. to 1 p.m.) during the beginning of the festival which is inevitably when everyone is in true cluster-f_ _ k mode. I mean hey how bad could it be for us gate folks. They gave us a laminated card and there were only 13 (!!!) different styles of wrist-bands, then we get told that one class of attendee will have NO wrist bands and will be expected to carry around receipts. LOL!!!!!!!!!! When I reviewed my day as well as the richness of the visions I had had, realizing just how much hash oil had been consumed, I accepted it was time to go to bed. I walked back to the tent and fell asleep the MOMENT my head hit the pillow.<br>
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The next morning I had a lasting sense of astonishment, a distinct sense of still being lit and a feeling of having a squeeky clean brain.<br>
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Definately, one of the best acid trips of my life to date.<br>
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Many of you have heard the announcements in the Woodstock movie warning about the “brown acid”. The truth is that the only problem with the brown acid is that it was so pure that it wasn’t accompanied by the usual body rushes caused by speed and other adulterants in use at the time. As a result multiple doses of acid that was very strong to begin with were sometimes taken, and some trips got way out of hand. I know…because I gave away a bunch of it.
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I was 20, and thanks to my father I was asked to work at Woodstock, delivering and setting up machines that sort and roll up coins. The vendors there expected tons of change to be flowing in and wanted a way to manage it. If my father had known that I was already an acid head it never would have happened.
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So, as unprepared as one could possibly be, I loaded three very heavy (80+ lbs each) machines on top of a blanket in the back seat of a Pontiac Tempest. The blanket and a battery operated light (the kind that are white in front, red in back) were the extent of my camping equipment, and I had $200 to last for what I thought would be 5 or 6 days.
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As soon as I drove through the gates it was a cornucopia of drugs. I was only interested in one, though, acid. Kids would jump onto the hood and trunk of the car for a ride, and it was very slow going. I saw a painted VW van advertising acid, and I gave one of the kids a $50 bill and asked him to run over and score me a few tabs. Traffic sped up a little, and I lost sight of him and the van, and kissed my $50 goodbye. Then out of the rear view mirror I see him running up to the car behind me. “They don’t have change of a $50…do you have anything smaller, they are $5 each. I thanked him and told him, f**k it, just get me 10. Sure enough, he comes back with 10 brown tabs, and the guy's phone number. He expected I might want to get in touch with him in the future!
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I finally got the car parked, it was getting dark, and there was no way I was going to find the people I was supposed to deliver the machines to that night. There was nothing else to do, since the music wouldn’t be for 2 more days, so I did the only logical thing…dropped a tab. And man was I pissed…nothing after 20 minutes (when the body rushes usually started for me), nothing after 40 minutes, nothing after about an hour. $50 down the drain.
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It was getting cold, and I needed to get the blanket out from under the machines. I couldn’t summon up the strength to take even one of them out, so I tugged on the blanket, ripping it in a few places, but finally got it out. I put it over my shoulders like a shaman’s shawl, grabbed the light, and started to walk in search of some real acid. All of a sudden I get a rush..totally electric…and it stops. A few seconds later, another rush…and it stops. I walk past a couple coming the opposite away and they comment on someone they see “Wow, he is f**kd up”. Another rush…and it stops. I finally realized that 1) they were talking about me and 2) the rushes were coming and stopping whenever the red light on the back of the lantern flashed on and off. Without knowing it I had gotten deep into a trip.
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It was an extremely pleasant buzz, lots of colors, lots of visual distortion and auditory effects…easily the best acid I had ever had (and I was VERY experienced).
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Two other experiences from that night stand out. I met a pregnant girl, a Hog Farmer, and we sat on a rock and talked for what seemed like hours, sharing my blanket. She was the proto-typical hippie girl I had always fantasized about meeting. I dont know if I even kissed her, but after we talked and she needed to get back I gave her $100 of my remaining $150.
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Then I came across a kind of natural amphitheater where people were camped out for the night, and I settled in. There was some brief acoustic guitar from the “stage” that was the bottom of the amphitheater. Someone told me the next day that it was Jorma K, but I never found out if it indeed was. So Im settled in, drifting in and out of some trippy thoughts, when someone yells “I need a shovel”, with some faint echoes bouncing off the trees (or my somewhat handicapped ears!). A few minutes later “I need a shovel”, and then “I need a f**ing shovel, someone get me a shovel”. Im not sure how long his pleas went on, but finally someone yelled “What do you need the shovel for?”, and the first guy giggles “Uhhhh….I forget”…and everyone in the amphitheater laughed in unison.
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I wound up trading half the remaining tabs for food and wine, although most people would share freely without the barter. I gave fair warning not to take more than half a tab, and not to think that it wasn’t coming on and take more. Others might not have gotten or heeded that warning, hence the announcements and need for some talking down.
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I did call the guys who originally sold it to me…they were from Chicago as I recall, and had thousands of tabs. There was no way I was going to drive from NJ to Chicago unless I could score enough to resell, and I just didn’t have the cash for that. A great disappointment, because I never found any as pure or strong after that.
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I probably did acid over 200 times in a space of about 3 years, at one point 3-4 times a week. I dropped out of college twice…in my 8th semester. Its impossible to say how much acid contributed to or was a result of other psychological problems/pressures. The spectre of VietNam, a break up with a girl that I took very hard and hanging out with a very Rock and Roll crowd didn’t help Im sure! I wouldn’t blame any of it on acid really, never having a bad trip and having a couple of other very memorable experiences (fraternity hazing and the release of Abbey Road come to mind!)<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
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Well, its about time I mustered up the courage to try and fully explain and share the incredible trips I've had throughout my life. I have been reading a lot of the reports on Erowid and would like to thank my fellow writers. Reading and relating to a lot of other stories gave me the strength to finally write full, detailed accounts of the most terrifying moments in my life.
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Looking back, I realize that its been over a year and a half already. By the first time I tried LSD, I had already become a fairly experienced halucinogen user. It was Dextromethorphan (DXM), however, that was my poison of choice. I loved it, and for a good year in my life, it was all I really did, every few days or so. It got pretty bad in the end, as my discretion gradually became thinner over time. But I digress.
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Anyway, it was January 29th, '06. It was a Sunday afternoon and there was talk going around in our small group that an acid source had surfaced a few towns over. I was with three of my closest friends, Eamon, Ian, and Paul. Already being the experimentalists we were, we didn't think twice on jumping on the chance to finally try LSD, which was rather elusive around these parts at the time. It took a few hours of running around, but we finally found ourselves in posession of 8 blotters. We flew off back home and it wasn't long til Ian caved first and tossed his 2 hits into his mouth. The three of us followed suite about a half-hour afterwards.
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I guess we decided to go to the local convenience store because 15 minutes later we were careening down the road in high spirits. Ian was starting to chuckle every now and then. By the time we were in the store getting cigs, it started to hit him, as he started looking at me like he and I were the only ones who knew a rancid stink bomb was about to go off in the store after we left. We got back to the car and soon all of us could hardly hold back gales of laughter. Something was hilarious, and we all were just feeling real good. Definately the Plus 1 stage.
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Our first dire mistake was that we had no game plan. We were now faced with the problem of finding some place to go. In our current state, it must have been the coolest looking place we saw first, cause we pulled up to the local retail store. Paul started pushing Ian in a shopping cart through the parking lot. Two of us went into the store and almost immediately turned right around and left, 'NO. none of that.' we must've thought.
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We agreed it would probably be a bad idea to stick around a public place as it had been an hour since we dosed. We went back to our neighborhood and parked in a court, laughing all the while and still wondering where we would go. It was a damn Sunday evening and there was no way any of us could get past any of our parents. To make matters worse, it was just getting dark. (+2)
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We started walking aimlessly around the neighborhood. Sometimes two of us would go left and the others would look on in confusion as to exactly why. This happened a bunch of times. We tried going into the woods where we hang out and smoke all the time, getting only a few feet inwards before getting scared and retreating to the lit-up streets again. We tried thinking of a serene place to go and collect ourselves so we went to the near-by river. By now, we were all still having a relatively good time but it was very plain to see that something else was lying in wait, lingering in the very-near future. It was imperitive we find someplace safe to go, and fast. The four of us were crouched down and huddled next to the river, contemplating, brainstorming, wracking our brains for any ideas. Ian, who had taken his hits a half-hour before the rest of us kept saying 'this is some serious shit' and 'we cant be here'. Its around here that things started taking a different turn. None of us had any idea of what was going to happen next.
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Eamon gave in and basically said, to hell with it, we gotta get inside one of our houses but he harbor all three of us. Paul and I were left to our own plan now and we decided to call a sober friend for help. Brian met us all in front of Eamon's house with Kat and Kate. The three sober newcomers watched in amazement as Ian panicked and tried to jump into the packed car. Paul and I were already in and I know Ian was frightened that we were splitting up. The look on his face was of confused terror. (+3)
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So Brian, Kat, and Kate, completely unaware of how to deal with any person on an intense trip, take Paul and I to a public park. Only problem was it was within visual distance of the town's police station. I remember climbing on the playground equipment for a moment. Then it happened. Next thing I know I'm darting through the woods, clawing at branches that were getting in my way. The visuals tripled. Soon there were hands coming out of the ground, grabbing for my feet. I kept running, away from whatever it was i was running from in the first place. I broke through the tree-line and into a vast field.
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For the next hour and half I would be running zig zags back and forth across this farm-field, screaming a bunch of nonsense and trying to figure out how to get out of the state of madness. There was a low-hanging fog as well, which just aided the already intense visuals. The sky was nothing short of marvelous. The stars were all in motion and they would form tile patterns and collide into each other and explode. Lights in the distance got brighter and darker. I started shouting at the sky. Telling my friends I was sorry I left them, I thought I was the last one left, that all of us had fallen into our own personal hells. Kat kept calling my cell phone trying to find me but everytime she tried to calm me down I'd just keep telling her to reach out and hug me, grab me and wake me up. I must've thought I was still sitting next to her in the back of Brian's car because everytime she'd whimper and tell me she couldn't, I'd just get pissed off, finally throwing my cell phone as hard as I could into the night in a fit of rage. It made a very cool tornado of light though.
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Thankfully I still had enough sense to know that I would need that device to talk to people on the other side. I thought there was like 5 police cars just beyond the road, waiting to see what I'd do next. I yelled some more at the sky. One second I'd be saying 'where are you my brothers?' then the next I'd be screaming to god that I wanted more time and more history (whatever that meant). I decided I was being punished for being too selfish and I pleaded with the heavens that I would help people more from then on. That I wanted the chance still to do good for mankind. I started seeing moments from my childhood fly by me in an instant. My mom calls.
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By now, I could care less if I got in trouble or not. I just needed somebody, anybody else. I told her that I did acid and was lost in some space. She had to ask me where I was several times and I kept switching my answer, thinking that if I told her exactly where I was, it wouldn't work. I told her I was at Eamon's, then I'd tell her I was down the road that was next to the field. I finally mustered up the will to leave my prison of a plain and cross the menacing road. A cop car was just pulling out of the playground complex as I jogged across the road and I give him a friendly wave. Either he was looking the other way or he thought I wasn't doing anything wrong cause I waved to him, but whatever the reason, he didn't stop me. I don't even want to begin to think what it would've been like to be hauled off to a cell or a hospital at that point.
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I'm halfway over a fence when my mom pulls up and gets my attention. I sprint and dive into the van. She drives me home, asking a whole bunch of questions and not getting many answers. Once we get home I try to give her a hug but she shoves me away and yells at me. I go up to my room and lay down. I hear sirens in the distance, don't know if they were real or illusions. Then I hear the first good thing in hours: my heart was finally slowing down, meaning I was finally getting a hold of myself. I spent another half-hour writing a bunch of scribble before passing out from exhaustion.
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I would later find out that Paul saw only a flash of me sprint as fast as I could out of the park and leap the fence, dashing into the woods. 'Bye, Doug' he remembers saying. Eamon apparently thought there was a portal to somewhere just beyond his living room window. He dove at the closed window, breaking the edges and alerting his sister. Sometime after, he climbed into bed with his mother. Ian had some crazy visuals but managed to calm down without any incidents.
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Our biggest mistakes were taking both hits at the same time when it was our first time on acid and the fact that we had no where to go. I believe that was the aspect that kickstarted doubt and worry and sometimes its hard to stop those thoughts from snowballing when you're tripping. Since that fateful day, I now had a taste of something incredibly powerful. I was so confused and in a state of complete awe for weeks afterwards. Despite the terror of this trip, I would go on to do LSD many times throughout the summer. Finally stopping when it got too bad. But that's another story for later... I know it was a long account but thanks for hearing me out.<!-- End Body -->
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The best psychedelic experience I ever had was produced by a substance I can't be sure of. My cousin R and I had bought two small orange pills, called Microdot. We assumed it was mescaline in a pill form, but being so young and naive at the time, we didn't really even know what mescaline was. We just wanted to experience a nice high. I had a feeling it would be a very LSD-like experience. R was the same age as I (born five hours before me), and was a close and trusted cousin and friend. My memory has lost some of the details from this night from so long ago, but I do remember the more important aspects.
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We met at some point in the evening at R's small, 70's-retro, but cozy little apartment (fake wood paneled walls, goofy wallpaper, a cheap steel-tube television cart with fake wood platforms and plastic casters, etc.). There were most likely a small group of friends there hanging out for a while with us, probably smoking some marijuana, as we were complete 'heads.' No cable, no internet of course, just a radio with a cassette player was all we had for entertainment.
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At some point, maybe sometime after 9, some friends left, and around maybe 10, we ate the microdots, one each for R and myself. I can't remember the wait for the drug to kick in. It may have been around a half an hour or so. We were laughing and joking and having a great time. We probably smoked some more pot, which of course enhanced the pre-peak feeling. Having been through around a half-dozen regular LSD trips before this microdot experience, I knew the good and bad effects of LSD. I had experienced some fear and anxiety before with LSD, but also exhilaration and mellow euphoria. I knew that common factors for having the best experience (environment, friends, even weather) were crucial to avoiding a bummer.
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Further into the night, the great buzz and mellow beauty of the trip intensified, but never awkwardly veered anywhere near bad. After the aforementioned sitting around and laughing period we had, we found ourselves down on the carpet, still giddy and interactive with each other, but in this complete mellow, fantastic, meditative haze. Being a smoker, I had probably blown through a bunch of cigarettes at this point.
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I had brought over with me some music cassettes of The Doors, a couple of live bootlegs I had recorded from a radio broadcast. I popped in one of the cassettes and we just slipped ever so blissfully into a different meditative state, one of great concentration but also relaxation. It is hard to fully describe. We were just lying there, on a carpet, completely comfortable, totally happy, listening to this incredible music, which sounded amazing (and still does). It was way, way past midnight and we were wired yet still peaceful and relaxed.
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We may have tried to fall asleep, but we couldn't. We continued laying around on the floor all through the early morning hours, listening to these Doors tapes that seemed to just go on forever. Eventually, a bit of light crept in through the closed venetian blinds. We had stayed awake past dawn. Soon, the golden summer morning light emblazoned the entire window, and the venetian blinds suddenly began to 'flutter' when I looked at them. If I looked up and down the window, the fluttering blinds would move with my eyes. This was the only hallucination or 'visual' I had, or can recall. By this point, we were feeling exhausted as the effects of the microdot were rapidly wearing off. R decided to crash in his bedroom. I walked home, only 1/4 mile away or so, and fell asleep.
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As I write this, nearly 14 years later, I still can't understand what it was R and I had taken. Maybe it was LSD in very pure form, but a smaller dose. Maybe it was mescaline. But after reading a bit on this subject, I have to think it was LSD. The fact that a usable dosage of mescaline could not fit into such a tiny pill affirms that this could not be mescaline.
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Yet, this trip was actually very un-LSD like. It didn't have the jaw-clenching, mind-racing intensity, and restlessness of a typical LSD trip. This trip was completely opposite of anything I had experienced before with psychedelics. Mushroom trips I had had were usually topsy turvy, yet generally more mellow than LSD trips.
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But this microdot was fantastic. It was as though my mind was so careless and free that I didn't have any room for negative thinking or anxiety of any kind. What the trip may have lacked in visual colors or hallucinatory visions, it more than made up for in physical and mental wellbeing, even while listening to the often intense Doors music.
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This experience was incredibly fun and worthwhile. I never again tripped on microdot. It was always very hard to find, for whatever reason. I only saw it one other time. Only a few months later, while away at college, I had bought one from somebody. A college friend of mine, a girl whose name I can't remember, had a single blotter hit of LSD. She asked if I'd trade with her, which I did. I dropped the acid that same evening, and she ate the microdot. Unfortunately, she reported to me the next day that the microdot didn't do anything at all. I had a complete psychedelic experience with my hit of LSD, and tripped all night. I felt bad about trading her a bunk microdot, but she reassured me it was all right, as she didn't want to take the LSD she had traded to me anyway.
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I am glad I experienced a microdot, even if it was just that one time. At this point in my life, I have long since ceased using psychedelics and marijuana. Again, out of the many mushroom and LSD trips (mostly mushrooms) I had between 1996 and 2005, this one microdot experience was the best.<!-- End Body -->
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Before I begin, please excuse my english, I realise it is not so good, but I’m trying my best to explain how the 2 settings that matter (mind and enviroment) didn’t really matter here (at least not to a certain extent, as you will see, it makes all the difference in the world after a certain point, I can still see how this could easily had ended up in a VERY BAD trip). And since this event took place in the beggining of the year, I’m unable to recall all the details and every single thing I felt/saw/thought. I also did not have a watch or any consern for time because that would only stand in the way of the experience I was hoping to have here. I decided to report my experience because I love to read the experiences in this website and never saw one where the person had both settings wrong and still had a positive experience.
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I have been a weed smoker for quite a while but what always fascinated me was the world of psychedelics. Even though I had never actualy taken any to that point I had researched enough to know everything that there was to know about triping, from how to deal with a bad trip to what to avoid in order to not have one, or so I thought back then. I believed I knew exactly what to expect from these experiences, but what happened blew me out of my mind, in a way I was only able to fully realise during the trip.
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It all started at a private rave a few friends told me about in a valley a couple of hours away from the town I used to live in Brazil. As lots of people know, this whole psychedellic trance trend that was introduced all around the world brought all sorts of drugs with it, but to explain how I had both mind and enviroment settings fucked up, I have to give some insight into what was going on at the time. To summ it all up though, I will limit myself to state 2 facts:
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1st - Due to complete lack of responsability and common sense, I was moving away from Brazil where I lived my whole life, to U.S. where I was born. This night that this experience took place in, was about 10 days away from the date I was finally saying goodbye to everybody and moving to the place I least wanted to be back then, therefore, I was not so happy about what was about to happen in my life and as days went by I became more and more anxious and unhappy, desperatly trying to find a way to get around all this and get to stay in the place I loved the most with all the people I loved.
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2nd - Upon arrival, we came to find out the rave was nothing private, it was full of conservative people from a little town close by in Brazil that were there just because it was a trend, and that they would not have any kind of respect for people that were triping there, as it always is when you get people that never heard about psychedelics and put them in the same place other people are experiencing all kinds of different drugs. They saw people triping as bad people that would eventually harm someone because of that, and in all their ignorance, I was profoundly upset by that, wich fucked up my mind setting even more, but I still didn’t give up. And I would later realise, nobody actualy gave a damn about the people tripping there, but I didn’t know that given the fact I saw people like them discriminate people on drugs.
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Now, on with the experience, it was night time (about 11:00 pm) I had several people with me, both close friends and acquaintances, but I will talk only about those who were mostly around me, who I will reffer to as L(very close cousin), B(good friend), R(acquaintace), P(acquaintace). Immediatly after my arrival me and L met a friend who had clean acid (2 blotters with a Hoffman picture printed on both sides, he did tell us how much micrograms was in the blotter, which was really high, but I knew he could never tell precisely, so I won't even state that) and was willing to give it to us for a fair ammount of cash, we payed him and took the acid right away after wishing each other a nice trip (1 blotter each). While we were all going down the misty and dark path that leaded to the rave right in the middle of the valley I felt really good, the walk down there was so soothing and conforting that I felt different already, even though it had been 5 min since I took the drug.
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When we finnaly arrived, we were met by loud pumping speakers playing pleasent music and people dancing around fires, wich brought me to recall some sort of little Woodstock. Although still then I couldn't shake the feeling that all that would be gone soon, and I started feeling like shit again, all I could think about was the beautiful girl I was leaving behind and the other amazing one I had just met a few days ago, how my life would change in a way I really didn’t want it to change, and how I couldn't do anything about it at this point for my own good.
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But before I knew it I was standing alone in the middle of the crowd with no one I knew close to me and I began looking around, I realised I had been standing there traped in those bad thoughts, completely unaware of what was happening around me, people were bumping into me and almost throwing me to the ground all the time, thats when I felt like getting out of there and by then I thought that from there on everything would just go downhill.
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I moved away from the crowd and saw this girl siting with a handful of people around a fire, she had her eyes closed and when se opened them her eyes had an unatural sparkle and she started grining to me in a way it would be impossible for a human to do because her mouth was about 10 times wider than a few seconds before, thats when I realised the acid was kicking in.
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I saw my cousin wandering about near by and jumped up to him and said 'L! How do you feel by now?' and as he was gazing at the sky, he simply replied 'Look... Up there! See those clouds?! They're talking to each other... Although I can't really tell what they're saying from here...' And continued wandering about so I came to the conclusion he was having a good time even though it was impossible for him to be that high already and talking so clearly, that was pretty confusing, maybe he was just trying to play tricks on me but I had no clue about how much time had passed by since the time we took the hits, so I just left him alone after telling him in what direction he was to walk in case he needed me.
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As I continued to walk around just observing my surroundings I didn’t feel any changes in the way I felt inside, the bad thoughts were fading away and giving place to this strange need to walk around and just observe the place I was in, it was a incredibly beautiful night, with very few clouds in the sky and a huge full moon that iluminated everything that the fires didn’t. I was met by B and R in this little hideout so to speak, it was a small area surrounded by tall trees wich felt really confortable, almost as a sanctuary, I couldn't be more glad to be there with them, and I felt really good about knowing such interesting people, that would actualy take the time to look around and find such a nice spot to hang out, just like I was doing.
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They were trying to start a fire but R kept telling B to be careful and place the fire in a good spot so we wouldn't set everything on fire. B sucesfully started the fire right in the middle of the place and we sat there for a little bit, I realised B and R were triping balls as well but weren't really peaking so they talked to me for a while.
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After we stoped talking (through grins and gestures, actual words at this point were hard to get out of my mind) I took the time to contemplate this little sanctuary around me, I started staring at the trees and how they were some sort of extension of the earth, I began to observe this energy flowing from underground into the trees, the trees started changing shapes, getting ever smaller and closer to me, to the point where they were embracing me and feeding me that energy, that white, clean, amazing energy that took a hold of me, it started working its way from my shoulder to my head, and when it reached my head all those bad thoughts about leaving came back to me, and that little bad trip alarm (or what I believed to be an alarm) ringed in my head as to prepare to deal with these thoughts, that's when I began to hear this soothing voice coming from the trees.
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I couldn't see any lips moving in them or anything like that, I couldn't tell in what language it was, but I still could understand it, from the tones it was using, and the impact each word had in my mind, it was telling me to let myself go, forget about everything else and just embrace what I had in front of me. After understanding what message that voice was trying to send to me, I realised I had my eyes closed to hear the voice and opened them, only to see B holding his hands in front of me with a sheet of acid that had little computers with that 'E' logo from Internet Explorer in them, I reasoned if what the voice meant by embracing what was in front of me was the acid, and for the hell of it, I took another hit, B assured me it was clean as well so I wouldn't feel strange body sensations and stuff like that, wich made me feel even better about taking more.
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Right after taking it we all realised we had no weed with us, and to my amazement we couldn't find any with the people close by as well, maybe because we were already too high to make any sense out all those laugs and gestures we were making in order to ask if they had weed. So R pointed towards the tallest hill in the valley, we all got the idea he had in mind, to climb up there and look over the whole landscape. L was in the middle of the crowd at the same spot and as soon as I realised he was still wandering about looking at the sky, I couldn't help but to roll on the floor laughing histerically at him, he laughed too and I felt good at meeting him on our way up and how everything was working out so conviniently despite the people around us and the negative thoughts I had in mind before, and we proceeded to go uphill, only to meet P on the way up, who just happened to be smoking a huge blunt all by himself, as to offer something in return for the weed, B offered P a few hits of acid, he took two, passed the joint around and we kept going up.
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Once up there it was just amazing, I cannot begin to explain what I felt looking at the grassy hills that extended for so much miles ahead of us, they all looked as if they had something moving beneath them, but it was still very beautiful, and I had I feeling of accomplisment in me, as if I was at the peak of my life, standing there with 2 very special people to me and two that just became very special as well, what I felt was beyond accomplisment actualy, it was some sort of happyness, but happyness always has been a state of mind to me, no one can be happy 24/7, even though at that moment I felt like that feeling would be with me for the rest of my life, that I had finally realised how beautiful everything in the world was and I had found my place in it, I was ready to go wherever I had to go so long as I had that feeling with me I would be safe and at home somehow.
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I also was overwhelmed by this thought that all that I was looking at was mine somehow, that I was a human that was in a place that was never visited by civilized man, and I could claim that for myself and live with all my loved ones there, either in person or in spirit, somehow that would be our home, and after realising the sillyness of that thought, it made more sense to conclude that Brazil in itself would always be like that. Shortly after I began to have a weird sensation over my body, I was bursting with energy, that energy from the tress had worked its way throughout my body and was seeking some way out, I wanted to scream of excitement, cry of joy, dance, run, sit, stand up and fly. I could do all that if I wanted to, because I was one with this beautiful place we were in and anyone that truly understood the concept of being one with nature could do that.
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But then I realised what was bringing this energy out, the DJ was playing a track from one of my favourite electronic music DJs: Electrypnose. I ran down to the dancefloor and I really dont know if everyone followed me but as soon as I got there I just couldnt stop dancing, I found a space in which I could dance among all those people and just closed my eyes and let go. What seemed to be hours actualy went by in seconds, I would close my eyes and dance only to quickly observe everything around me and realise the same track was still playing. I also noticed the people around me were kind of dancing like I was, looking over their shoulders every now and then to see what move I was doing so they could do it too, and that only made me feel better about letting myself go and feel the music.
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After a while I felt I should go back to the spot we were all at, and everybody was sitting there smoking more weed, I sat down and had a few hits on the joint when L starts telling this joke I already knew but never heard him say before about the Rabbit in the jungle that makes everybody run after him when he's on Ecstasy, even though I already read it, I couldn't help but to just laugh my ass off at every single word of the joke, it wasn't a hysterical laugh though, it was a really good one, the type of laugh you would have with your friends on a bar after a few drinks or so.
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For a while I thought about how much life I still have ahead of me, how full of potential it all is and how things could be better from now on, even though I had to go through all this, I saw meaning in all of it, which I could not before, being overwhelmed by the sadness of leaving all of that behind. I had my eyes closed the whole time and I was laying down, for a while I saw collored patterns swirling around my eyesight and then I saw myself in different awkward but funny situations in the future, and it only made me feel better about everything that was going on. When I opened my eyes again I saw it was almost morning and I couldnt tell if I was between peaks or coming down because I had absolutely no sense at all of time. The sun was starting to come out and the landscape was even more beautiful, the sky was geting as colorful as it never had been before and the clouds kept changing shapes very slowly, at the time I didn’t pay atention to that, but soon I realised clouds dont change like that so I was still pretty high.
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Finally when I was really coming down we all just talked about the time we had there, and I remembered I had a pack of cigarettes in my pocket, only to remember as well, I had only 1 left and was frustrated that I couldnt buy anymore on the way to the rave, so I smoked the cigarette and felt better.
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Later that day we left, I met my girl and went to another friend's house where I had a dose of mescaline that I don't recall the quantity, but the experience was nowhere as profound as this one so I wont talk about that so it wont make this report much more longer.
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After it was all over and I was completely back to normal, I came to realise that the feeling that I first thought I would always have with me had vanished some time during my mescaline trip, and I could never keep that up for the rest of my life, it was all just a memory, no matter how profound it was when it was actualy happening, somehow it did give me all the guts I needed to take the challenge I was about to face head on. I have that experience to thank for not going through much more suffering after that. And I have tried to get acid in the U.S. quite a number of times but for some reason I never get a chance to actualy take it, so I came to conclude as well that maybe I should leave that for my vacations in Brazil.
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This was my only LSD experience to date, I have been dying to do it again just to find out if I could get a trip like that one. It was all completely different from what I expected, smoking weed though is still very relaxing and I still get to feel a pinch of that happyness when I get really really high. =P<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 67274</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: Apr 24, 2012</td><td>Views: 8,077</td></tr>
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Let me start this report off with a description of the participants, myself and the setting. I am a 16 year old male, good health, great life and even better friends. I live in Missoula, Montana which, as far as I’m concerned is the BEST town in the world. Beautiful scenery, friendly people, and of course, a steady supply of almost every drug imaginable. Even the hobos here are nice. I have been interested in and using psychoactives since the end of my freshman year, about a year and a half ago. As always, I started out with alcohol and pot and even though I swore I wouldn’t, my curiosity got the best of me, and I started trying others. Starting with prescription pills, salvia, and eventually became greatly interested in psychedelics after the time I smoked some DMT. This changed every aspect of my entire life, but scared me shitless at first. The guy who gave it to me described DMT as like “a mix between being drunk and stoned.” What a dipshit. He must have sensed I was an inexperienced pothead looking for some real drugs.
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Anyways, with my connections, and low amounts of cash, I was never able to find any real psychedelics, and stuck to mostly DXM and pot. But in May towards the end of sophmore year, I managed to get a hold of some excellent mushrooms. Since then, I have experienced mushrooms about 6 times, LSD (though this report is of my first legit trip, asides from the time I took 3 hits and got possessed b a demon) varying prescription benzos, amphetamines and opiates, MDMA about 10 times (changed my life) and 2ci. Since my interest in psychedelics, I have experienced a spiritual awakening, and am now deeply in touch with myself, god (not any god coming from any organized religion, a concept I came up with on my own during meditation) and the universe. I have become a very passionate, open-minded and happy person since my use of psychedelics.
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Anyways, me and 4 of some of my best friends, who I’ll call G, A, C and J, all had similar interests in psychoactive drugs, and almost all my trips have been with 1 or more of them. G and I have known each other and been really close since we met in the beginning of 8th grade. I had always been living in a shell, afraid to express my insanity to the dull population around me, but when I met G, that side of me came out, and I have been a happier, more relaxed and expressive person. G is random, insane, hilarious, cynical, sarcastic and everything in between. He is also a complete badass. The kind of kid that wears steel toed boots, has a passion for metal, and is the biggest heavyweight I have ever met. But he has soft side, and when it comes to friends and family, and especially puppies, he melts. I have known A since first grade, but only during the past 2 years have we really started hanging out a lot. He is a really generous, open, kind, caring person. The kind of guy you can trust your life with. However he tends to look down on himself and always feels as if he is not giving enough or as if he is just a sidekick. C is absolutely hilarious, loudmouthed, and expressive. I fucking love that guy. He reminds me a lot of Walter from the Big Labowski, but much less extreme and isn’t such a dick. I met J in my gym class in sophomore year, and have been great friends since. He was the only kid in the class who also had an interest in drugs, and was a huge part of my developing interest in psychoactives, spirituality and music. One of my best memories of that year is snorting Ritalin with him before the gym final and beating everybody. We are both relatively scrawny guys, so the look on the jocks’ faces when we were the first 2 kids to run the mile-at 5 minutes 10 seconds was absolutely priceless. J is a quiet, dark, artsy, spiritual kind of guy.
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So anyways, I had been lucky enough to meet a kid who knew where to get almost any psychedelic you could want, and one day we got a call from him asking if we wanted to buy some acid. We all immediately said yes, and ended up buying 16 hits to split between us. A offered to let us stay the night and hang out at his place during the trip. He has the kind of family that attend burning man, so they would be totally fine with us tripping balls over there. However, we found out he was moving, and we got to stay at the empty house, all alone. The house was relatively small, had about 5 rooms, and was completely unfurnished asides from a refrigerator and stove.
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So, that weekend on Saturday was when we all agreed to do it, and the conditions couldn’t have been better. For the first time in about 3 weeks, it had stopped raining, the sun had come out, and it was warm with perfectly clear skies. This was certainly an omen to a good trip. And, it also happened to be 11/11/11, which was pretty cool too. G, A, and C all had play practice, so I met up with them at about 2:30 and we all took 1 hit, not wanting to trip too hard. The guy we bought it from said they had 500mcg per hit. We doubted we could get a hold of 500mcg hits for $10 apiece, but we wanted to be cautious anyways. C was extremely experienced with acid, and A and I had both experienced it this summer together for our first times. However we only took 1 2/3 hits of some weak blotter and hadn’t had many effects; although that was my first legitimate encounter with god. After about an hour, none of us were feeling any effects, so A, J, and G took another hit. C, being the kind of guy he is, said fuck it and took his last 2. I still wanted to wait a bit before taking more, still a bit wary of LSD since my last trip where I was possessed by some angry spirit.
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We arrived at A’s other house-the one that still had stuff in it, to drop off some things we didn’t feel like we would need yet, and walked on over to the empty house. Once there, we passed around a few bowls and hung out in his room, waiting for the acid to kick in. C, getting impatient, once again said fuck it, and ate the 2 grams of shrooms he had. I was tempted to eat my 3 grams, but realized I had a whole night of tripping, and didn’t want the fun to end too quickly. However, I realized I had left our ipod and the ihome at the other house, and G and I decided to walk over there to get it. On the way over, we were both talking about how we were starting to feel a bit weird, definitely more than just the pot was taking effect. We arrived back at the empty house, and everybody was just still chilling in the empty room, reporting little to no effect. C, however, was peaking on 3 hits, and 2 grams of shrooms. He was laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, eyes the size of dinner plates talking about how geometric fairies were flying around the room or some crazy shit like that. Realizing I wanted to be in his frame of mind as soon as possible, I took my second hit and dispensed A, J and G their third and final hit. We spent another hour or so sitting on the floor in the room, talking and waiting for the effects to hit.
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One of the things I gathered from this experience is that LSD has a very gradual come-up. It was about 5:30 before anything really happened. We were all sitting around the room, talking. I am discussing a recent Infected Mushroom concert with G, and he all the sudden looks at me and says “the walls….ARE FUCKING TILTED! OH MY FUCK!” and at that point, all LSD-fueled hell breaks loose. It seems as if G’s comment about the walls seemed to kick in all our acid at once, and within seconds, we were all on the ground, laughing our asses off and enjoying ourselves. At this point I decided it was time for my third and final hit. I walk to the kitchen while they are all in there screaming and laughing, and I remember thinking “whoa…acid’s coming on strong” as I look out the window and see a man on a bike leave behind a barely visible trail. I take my last hit and join the chaos in the room. We sit around for an hour or so, giggling and talking, and decide to walk over to A’s other house to watch movies or something.
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When we arrive, the acid is kicking in nicely, as things begin to swirl around, colors are brightened, and I am beginning to fee twisted as all hell. We sit down with A’s sister and boyfriend to watch a movie with them. I have always been a very socially awkward person until my first MDMA experience, but when I am stoned or on psychedelics, that discomfort sometimes returns. Sitting, watching the movie, I felt uptight and unwelcome in A’s house. So I decide that some of the MDMA I brought along would help with that. I dumped about 75mg under my tongue, and immediately started gagging violently to the amusement of A’s sister. This made me relax a bit for whatever strange reason. The movie that was playing was the toxic avenger-a low-budget superhero movie about a kid that gets mutated and fights crime or something. The bad guys were extremely over the top, and as awful as it sounds, the part where they shoot a puppy, rape a blind girl, and shove a gun in a baby’s face made me laugh my ass off. The movie scared me at first from the violence but soon became hilarious. By the end, we were all in hysterics and the MDMA was kicking in, and the acid was going full force. I was feeling excellent.
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About a half hour later, we arrived back at the empty house, and G came up with an idea that later turned out to be the worst one of the night-turn off all the lights, lay down, close our eyes and listen to white noise. About 5 minutes in, I was in absolute heaven. Sensory deprivation and psychedelics have always a favorite of mine. DXM in particular. I was in complete heaven, seeing beautiful patterns and having one hell of an ego death. I could feel myself becoming slowly unwound and joining the mass consciousness I call god. Let me elaborate on this. In my opinion, god is what happens when you destroy the boundaries that separate each individual existence in this universe. When you take away what makes us individuals, we become a single, flowing energy that all matter in the universe is composed of. It is very hard to put into words. Oh well, more on that later. I was laying there, in sublime bliss, when I started hearing some of my friends freaking out. G kept saying how “this is some seriously freaky shit” with agreements from the rest. I comforted them by explaining that nothing can hurt them, the only thing to fear is fear itself, and that the only reason they are afraid is because this is mental, emotional and spiritual territory they had never been to before. The only fear they felt was fear of the unknown, and that they must let go of everything, welcome the darkness and see the beauty or something crazy like that. They became quiet and within a few minutes I heard sobbing. I opened my eyes to see if everybody was ok, and G was laying there, crying, with a look of absolute peace and euphoria on his face. He exclaimed “this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, I have never witnessed such beauty in my life! Im crying it’s so beautiful. IM ACTUALLY CRYING” I would have never expected this from G in my life. As I said before, G is a complete badass, and the last one of us I would have ever expected to see cry.
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I felt accomplished that I had taken away their fear, and laid down thinking “damn, must be one hell of a drug if it can make someone like G cry.” However, our mutual enjoyment soon ended when the white noise stopped, we turned on the lights, and C went to the bathroom. We were sitting there, telling eachother what we had just experienced, and we suddenly heard “there’s a FUCKING SPIRIT PIT IN YOUR BATHROOM MAN.” C comes stumbling out of the door with a look of absolute fear on his face. There is a strange little closet in A’s bathroom, and C had looked up and seen a trap door at the top, which led to the attic, but he perceived it to be a “spirit pit” A went in there to take a look, as me, G and J were laughing about how stupid they were being, when A comes out of the bathroom saying “oh shit, something happened in there once, somebody cut themselves in there hardcore, some girl cut herself in my bathroom.” Suddenly, my happiness plummeted as I received crystal-clear mental images of blood spraying all over his walls and a crying girl collapsing to the floor and dying. This scared the living shit out of me, and J and I soon joined the panic, freaking out while C begged to go pee in the backyard so he didn’t have to confront the spirit pit. G started yelling, calling us pussies and reassuring us that nothing was there, and that we were all just on acid. We laughed it off, but still were a bit scared so we decided to take a walk to get rid of our bad energy.
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The walk was absolutely amazing. We had some incredible discussions about life, the universe, god, nature etc. We played around in an empty skatepark, sliding into the huge bowls, and running around, feeling completely free-free from ourselves, the world, our own minds, the things we have always taken to be true, we were like infants again, before our minds had been programmed to believe this, and be scared of that. At that moment I truly realized the mental value behind psychedelics. All our lives, we have been spoon-fed certain knowledge, and doctrines and values, and even though we don’t acknowledge it, we will forever be slaves to the things we have been taught throughout our lives. Walls are put up in our brains that refuse to leave, forever shaping the way we perceive the world. But on psychedelics, those walls, those thoughts, feelings, expectations, even we, are completely destroyed. Everything we thought to be true is suddenly obliterated, and we are left to see the world as a baby sees it, fresh, new, with no labels, or dispositions. Taking everything in for how it truly is, and experiencing the world from a zero state. We see things for the way they truly are, without our ego to get in the way and influence our thinking. This feeling, this divine death of ourself, of everything we have ever known, is true freedom. This divine realization is something I have experienced before on mushrooms and nitrous once, but was never able to define or recognize it. The moment this became clear, was the most life-changing moment of my short existence. I can hardly put into words the euphoria, freedom and peace I felt with myself and the world. This is how life was meant to be lived. If I died right there at that moment, I would be completely content. It was beyond anything I had ever previously experienced. I felt happy-truly happy for the first time since a child. I didn’t’ realize it before this, but since my childhood, I have been depressed, hateful of myself, the world and everything in it. Scared and uncertain of what life threw at me…but now, in this beautiful moment, I just let go and accepted whatever life could conjure up and toss at me. I had reached enlightenment. However, upon reflection, I realized that true enlightenment is the ability to exist in this state without drugs. And the next day when I came down, I was unfortunately not able to reach this state. Nor have been able to since…
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Not too long after that, I had another mind-blowing moment. We were all sitting on the edge of a quiet, still pond, watching some ducks and meditating, enjoying the moment in silence when G all of the sudden stood up, held 3 glowsticks in his fingers like wolverine, and starting doing a strange movement with his hand, when I felt a strange, calm energy flowing gently through my body. I watched the ducks and slowly, they all gathered into a sort of triangle shape, and slowly moved to about 3 feet from where G was standing with the glowsticks. This absolutely blew my mind, as I sensed a sort of connection between G and the ducks. We sat in silence watching the ducks for about 10 minutes. Those 10 minutes, I felt a divine connection to nature, and realized that man is not so civilized as we would like to be, that as advanced and well-mannered as we like to pretend we are, we are still just as much a part of nature as these ducks. We are animals. We are nature. And the reason society is so fucked up, with all the crime, and hatred, and dysfunction, is that we have ventured too far from nature, and we are so far removed from true living. We have made a terrible error by giving purpose, meaning and reason to life. True living has no reason. Life is sporadic, random, unpredictable, full of battles, and struggles, and pain and pleasure beyond words. We are not born with any more purpose than to live, to experience every little bit of living life has to offer, whether good or bad. Happiness, sadness, pain, pleasure…these are all human inventions. In nature there is no bad, or good, because without one, the other cannot exist. Good without bad or bad without good would be neither good nor bad, because without one to put the other into perspective, neither would exist. I understood the true meaning behind the yin-yang. White represents good, and black represents bad. They swirl together to create a divine duality, and the little dots on each side represent windows into the other side. How, when in either the bad or the good state, we always have that small dot to reflect upon, and remind us what is on the other side. That’s my interpretation of it at least. This then made me understand heaven and hell. Heaven/hell are not places we go when we die, because we don’t die! Sure, our hearts stop beating and our blood runs cold, but death is simply the next step. It is not the end, or eternal darkness. We simply live, experience, reproduce, and die to start all over again. Words cannot explain the orgasmic mind blowage I was experiencing at this moment. For the first time in my entire life, I was without question, I was without pain, or pleasure, or doubt. I simply was. And that’s all there ever is.
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After this brief moment of enlightenment, G stopped waving the glowsticks, and the ducks dispersed. However, one stayed put, and I noticed A was focusing intently on it. I once again sensed the connection between A and the duck that I had felt with G. This went on for several minutes, then the duck made a loud quack and swam off to join the rest of its companions. A looked at me with an expression that I can only describe as MIND=BLOWN and said simply “i…just had a moment with a duck”
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A later went on to explain something which led to another enlightening realization. He explained how, humans are just as much of animals as bears, or dogs, or cats (something I had experienced 30 seconds ago) and how animals seem to have the ability to communicate, but without words. They use energy and vibes to communicate. Have you ever sat down next to somebody in class, and without talking to them, sensed that they were in a really bad mood? It’s the same basic principle for animals, but to a much more extreme degree. Humans, however have developed and become dependent on verbal communication to get their point across, which is part of the reason for our separation from nature. However, in a state such as the one LSD brings, one becomes reduced to their raw, natural state, and gains the connection we have lost so long ago. We have an ability to communicate with our pets just as our cats and dogs do, we just have to learn to respect and be humbled by nature, instead of assuming we’re better than it, or more civilized. If we take the time to observe, and become a part of nature, we too can use our long-lost energy to become connected to the world we have become separated from. Needless to say, this was another mind-blowing moment, and one with will forever change me as a result of this night. A has always been the kind of guy who loves animals, and nature. Hell, %95 of the time he isn’t even wearing shoes. I have never really understood his connection to nature, and often wondered why he wants to belong to such a primitive, dangerous world until now. I have gained an unbelievable amount of respect for A since this moment.
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We later met three college kids who we thought, for whatever reason were going to knife us, but turned out to just be a bunch of nice guys out enjoying a beautiful night. Talking to them was absolutely hilarious. Since we were all on divine psychedelics, and were in the throes of a sublime spiritual and mental journey, and they were just drunk and horny, I felt like a wise old grandpa listening to my 4 year old grandchildren. They were telling us all sorts of things about video games, booze, and especially porn. As unexpected as it was, one of them actually gave me a revelation almost as precious as the one I had just experienced. He told me about how at my age, we are approaching some of the most crucial moments of our lives. College, turning 18, graduating from high school, and that the decisions we make in the next few years will affect the rest of our lives, and that as shitty as it is, we have to work hard in school and go to college so the good times like we were experiencing now, can last the rest of our lives. This guy had some good stuff to say, unlike the other 2 who were telling my buddies about their favorite pornstars and the weapons on skyrim haha. They invited us to pull an all-nighter downtown with them, and they were all hell-bent on getting C laid, but we had to decline. We had bigger and better things to experience for the night.
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We continued walking, talking and having a grand ol’ time, and when we arrived back at A’s house, is when things started getting crazy. I took the other 125mg of molly I had left, and split the 3 grams of mushrooms I had with A. I never planned on taking them, but after what I had just experienced, I felt the time was right to jediflip. When the mushrooms began taking hold, I knew I was in for something big. Something humbling, something that would take whatever piece of my fragile ego I had left, and smash it into a million pieces. I welcomed this thought and embraced whatever the night held for me. I found myself becoming very loving and caring towards the rest of my friends, asking every 5 seconds or so if they needed anything, or wanted some cigar or water. I felt as if I was no longer myself, but simply a part of the group. I was no longer able to recognize my friends as individual beings, but as a massive ball of energy, and whatever good or bad energy one person felt, would affect the whole group. About this time, J finished off the other half of his eighth of mushrooms. We were all about to be fucked out of our heads.
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C fell asleep not too long after this, as all his lsd and mushrooms had worn off. I was still going strong on my last 2 hits and the mushrooms and molly were just starting to take effect. We were all somewhat tired, so we decided to just lay in the dark and put on some good, relaxing music. We listened to Tool, (which, in my humble opinion, is the most incredible band in existence. Both sober and tripping. No other band has such raw, primal passion embedded in their melodies, and they are the only band to have ever brought me to tears) Pink Floyd and Ween. All of which were perfect for aiding my ever-intensifying jediflip. We laid there, listening to music for about an hour, and A and G had fallen asleep. I decided to take the ipod outside and just have a moment alone outside in the cool night air. The following experience was the most beautiful, haunting, and humbling moment of my entire life. I was sitting out on the front porch, listening to triad by tool. This is the perfect song to listen to in such a situation. It is about 9 minutes of repetitive guitar riffs that sound like a raging river, primal beats, and hauntingly beautiful shrieks/wails. As I was sitting there on the porch, I looked up and noticed a tree in front of me. I concentrated intently on the tree, and what I saw cannot be put into words, but I will try my best. The branches formed a perfectly symmetrical, extremely intricate pattern. Within the middle, was a shape that looked like an 8, but I later perceived it to be the symbol for infinity, because within it laid a pattern that literally never ended. The lines and shapes within it never changed size or thickness, but went on forever, seemingly into other dimensions and alternate planes of reality. Lining the outside, were the leaves of the tree, swaying softly in the wind, but upon further reflection, I realized they were actually some sort of swaying pod or cocoon, and within them I saw a fetus, connected to an umbilical cord that extended through the cocoon and swirled around to form the entirety of the complex pattern I was perceiving. The contrast of the black branches to the dark brown, muddy sky seemed to represent the natural force that was nature. I was once again thrown into that state of mind I had experienced next to the pond, feeling that indescribable connection to the natural world. But to a much higher degree. All I could do at that moment was observe the absolutely divine vision I was receiving, and cry. It was probably the hardest I have ever cried in years, if not, my whole life. Not out of anger, or sadness however, but out of the pure beauty and sublimity beyond explanation I was experiencing. Each sob seemed like a holy embrace throughout my entire being. I was shattered, destroyed. There was probably an hour or so where I simply did not exist, and was so far removed from myself that I had BECOME god. Or at least part of god. I joined what I call “the sphere.” This is something I have experienced many times during intense meditation in the midst of a DXM trip. It’s what happens when you focus hard enough, that you lose all sense of self, and your human body is completely forgotten. The raw, natural, primal, sexual energy I felt coursing through my being was beyond anything that can ever, ever be described, and I almost feel blasphemous trying to put it into words. Even to this day, a month later, I cannot listen to triad. It reminds me all too much of what I am missing, and reminds me of the flawed, dirty, blasphemous society I have no choice but to be part of.
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I broke out of my beautiful trance when J called me, wondering where I had run off to. I went inside, and from there, things started to get shitty. Everybody was asleep except for me and J, who was tripping even harder that I was, considering he was on twice as many mushrooms as me. I went to use the bathroom, and had one more beautiful moment before an extremely uncomfortable night. I looked in the mirror, and became trapped. After a few moments of staring at my eyes, the size of dinner plates, and my face that conveyed an expression that suggested I had just been through something beyond words. And I had. I continued staring, and it suddenly was not my own face anymore. I once again had been reduced to my raw, primal, natural, spiritual being. What happened to my face looked like something from an Alex Grey painting. First, it was only skin, the muscles, nerves, etc, then I became some sort of deity. My eyes were glowing a vibrant green/blue, and I looked like something you would see carved into the wall of an ancient Buddhist monastery. I saw myself in my spirit form, with a twisted, loving, knowing smile, curled, glowing eyes, and an indescribable pattern throughout my face that twisted into infinity.
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After becoming too horrified and over stimulated from the divine visions before me, I realized I needed to join the others in some sleep. I took a few melatonin, and laid down, and tried to get some sleep. This was a big mistake, as I should have known not to attempt sleeping when under the influence of so many stimulating psychedelics, but I was exhausted and went for it anyways. Not to mention the house was completely unfurnished so I had a sleeping bag, my pants and a jacket on top of a hard wood floor to sleep on. Of course, I was completely unable to drift off, and entered a hellish state of introspection. You know, the typical what am I doing with my life, I need to focus on school, what would my mom think if she knew what I was doing type of shit. This went on for the next 5 or so hours, with the occasional trip to the bathroom, and witnessing some sort of twisted vision in the mirror.
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Everybody had to wake up at 9am for more play practice, and by that time, I had not caught a minute of sleep. We packed up our things, and talked a bit about our trips. J had not gotten any sleep either, and I slightly remembered walking past him in a delirious daze, not acknowledging or noticing his existence. When they all asked how my jediflip had gone, I said “good,” not thinking much of it. But then I thought back to what I saw on the porch and in the mirror, and could only say “oh…god.” When remembering what I had experienced, I felt shivers through my whole body, and felt absolutely haunted; in a beautiful way. I had true encounters with paranormal forces, something I had never thought existed. However, I never made any attempt to relay my experiences to the others, feeling absolutely incapable of putting them into words. When I got home, I made up some excuse for why I was so tired, ate the best breakfast of my life (it had been 24 hours since I had eaten) and slept for the whole day. A good solid 10 hours.
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This was, hands down, the most beautiful, mind-blowing, haunting, raw, incredible experience of my life. But as much fun as it was, it is definitely not something I need to experience-physically, mentally and spiritually-anytime soon. This was the type of journey that should be taken only a few times in ones life, and DEFINITELY not for the purpose of simply getting high, or having a good time. Psychedelics to this degree are not toys whatsoever, and should only be used by those who are very spiritually aware, or have the intention of becoming so. I felt accomplished though, I felt as if I had experienced the psychedelic, spiritual and mental equivalent of hiking Mount Everest, and had returned with my sanity fully intact. It really made me realize the value and extreme power behind psychedelics. I would like to try something like this again, but not for a long time, and next time, during the day, and in a well-furnished house. And with the company of some benzos or sleeping pills for night time. I apologize for how long this report was; but it was something I felt needed to be shared. Kudos to whoever read through the whole thing. Peace and love, and happy tripping to you all.<!-- End Body -->
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In the past few months, I've become very close to a woman that has come to mean alot to me. She has lived a pretty painful life, and she saw me as someone who was not so weighed down by pain. She approached me and dropped the guard that she maintains to protect herself from others. We started a friendship that was basically based on me 'teaching' her how to enjoy life.
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I was happy to help someone else lose their depression, and she was happy to have me there as such. We both came to realize that there was an incredible connection between the two of us, a crazy cosmic connection that neither of us had ever experienced with anyone else. It's the feeling that you are with someone who really understands your soul.
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A couple weeks ago, I had a dream that we were together, tripping on a couple drops of liquid apiece, on the day before she was to start her first job, and we decided to take ecstasy. We walked across the street to a little park, sat on a rock, and watched a beautiful sunset across the river.
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It was awesome. As the MDMA came on, she started crying, as has happened a few times when we are together. Past emotional wounds were bleeding inside of her. I hugged her, wiped away the tears, gave her a message... made some crazy eye contact, and ... !!! Suddenly we were kissing, in what had been an intense but basically platonic relationship for months. The evening continued on that note, and it came out that we had some really strong emotions for each other, there was alot of love, we were together, nothing else mattered. It was one of the best nights of my life with the most beautiful woman I've ever met, someone I feel is definitely a 'soul mate'.
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I wish this story could have a happy ending. Since that dream, reality has returned. She has got an insane job that she doesn't like, and has to work ridiculous hours-- basically she has no free time. When I do see her, she is quite depressed 90% of the time, because her whole personality is built around dealing with pain. I know that there is a happy, beautiful person in there somewhere, because I've seen it. But where? I almost feel like the MDMA experience showed me how great things could be, how perfect, how beautiful... and then when it is all over, I'm left with reality, which is nothing like that. The worst part about all of this is that there is nothing I can do about it. These issues are not mine, they are hers. Or are they? I feel like I'm stuck loving a person that doesn't know how to love herself- and there is no way that can work out in a relationship.
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I guess the bottom line with ecstasy is that it shows you a little bit of heaven. Re-entry can be damaging. Integrating my early experiences with MDMA were easy, I was in control of my life and I had the power to live the way I felt on E without being on it. This is a different story because there is another person involved. Within a relationship, ecstasy can open lines of communication and show how great things can be between people.
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But afterwards, if the same old issues fall back into place, just be prepared for the pains of reality. Because ultimately E can show you the potential in a relationship, but it's your job (or even worse, someone else's) to actually make it happen.
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This has been a painful story to tell, and I'm still living it.
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As time goes on, I hear more and more stories of 'unfruitful' ecstasy experiences. It seems to mostly happen when ecstasy uncovers a lot of pain or otherwise uncomfortable issues. Instead of learning from this revelation or integrating the lessons they could have learned, some people react the opposite way, repressing their pain even more than ever, trying their best to pretend that the E never showed them the tough truth about themselves. In the end the result is worse than if they had never taken the E in the first place, sadly enough. I think it goes to show that while MDMA is medicine for the soul and works wonders for most people, it must also be accompanied by expert therapy or guidance in the worst cases. Some people just aren't ready for MDMA on their own...<!-- End Body -->
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I had an amazing night on LSD and 6-apb (benzo fury). The setting was at a psytrance party held in the bushland outside the city I live in.
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I travelled up and set camp with three friends. We were all very excited as we are all new to the scene.
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7pm: After smoking a joint we dropped 2 microdots of LSD before heading to the dance floor. After an hour or so I was feeling very good dancing and looking at all the trippy visuals. The stars and the lighting were a sight to behold. Unfortunately as what often happens when using LSD I lost all ability of communication and got somewhat disorientated but this waned as the trip progressed.
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11pm: 3 of us decided that we would have a 100mg capsule of 6-apb each. I’d had 6-apb once before in a club and had a great old time. Given its psychedelic visual effects I was eager to try it in combination with LSD. After 15 minutes or so I felt quite nauseas. After 20 minutes I noticed a marked new willingness to fully express myself on the dance floor. Over the next 3 and a half hours I proceeded to dance, talk to strangers about a range of things from their ethnic backgrounds to their ability at playing with a poh ball, dance like a maniac spraying bubbles everywhere and tell my mate how good it was to have such a shared experience. The combination with the LSD was fantastic with vivid digital-type hallucination. It was the best parts of LSD with the ability to communicate and really feel a connection with everyone else at the party. I also consumed some nangs (nitrous oxide) but was not hugely into the head rush it gives so I only did a couple.
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2.30am: As we were having such a great time we decided to take another 100mg capsule of 6-apb. This one really put me and my 2 mates into outerspace. We were getting freaky on the dance floor/ My friend was talking shit and described it like having “no internal filter” to what he was saying. But we were having a great old time and continued to do so until the sun came up.
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6.30am: It was getting light and me and my good mate decided to smoke a joint together. As I have previously experienced with 6-apb and MDMA+LSD the joint kicked hallucinations in intensely. The difference was that these hallucinations were not inherent on other objects like LSD hallucinations but seemed to exist in empty space in front of me. I could put my finger out and touch the hallucinations which were purple and green geometries sometimes spinning to form a vortex. I also experienced what is best described as the cracking of my vision. It was as if everything in front of me was behind a force field about 50cm from my face and it would crack and warp, thus warping everything behind it. It is truly amazing to experience.
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As the sun came up my energy to remain up and dancing persisted but the dance floor suddenly became seedy to me. There were lots of edgy looking zombies doing the same dance moves they had done 10 hours earlier. Some of these people had sunken cheeks or were unhealthily thin. It was a sobering reminder of what I wanted to avoid and I suddenly felt myself losing interest in continuing the party. Instead I returned to our tent and sat on the deck chair for some 3-4 hours just enjoying the hallucinations and talking with my friend.
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12pm: As I was still tripping my friend who had take ecstasy and not the benzofuries said that he was sober and could take over as designated driver from myself. We immediately packed up the tent and left. It was a good thing I didn’t have to drive because my hallucination didn’t stop until 5pm and long before this point I got hit with fatigue that put me to sleep while sitting in the car.
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All in all the come down wasn’t so bad, just inordinate physical fatigue, an inability to stomach food, a mild headache and dizzy feeling and an incredibly sore jaw from chewing my gum so hard all night. I had one of the best nights of my life with the highlights being the psychedelic hallucinations and the feeling of shared experience with my friends and fellow party goers but I recognise that indulging in such a wide array of chemicals at such high doses is not something that can be done often without impacting on everyday life.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 23</td><td> </td></tr>
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I had tried to get acid for some time, with some fake stuff coming through, but other than that, it proved hard to locate. I have been smoking weed fairly often for almost 3 years, and for the past sixth months or so this has been an almost daily practice. I've tried coke, mushrooms, ecstasy, various opiates and painkillers, and a few other insignificant substances. So one summer day, I call one connection I have, looking for some coke, since a friend had expressed interest. He said he did not have any white, but he was quick to mention that he had some acid which he tripped nuts off of the other night. He called it white fluff acid, the best around.
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So me and two friends decided to drop that night, and another friend was in town but would just sit out that night. Me and one other friend each purchased two hits, and one other friend could only afford one. We arrived at my house jaround 10:00 PM, and took no time to wait before slipping our doses under our tongues. We sat around for the next hour or so, watching TV and listening to music. Eventually I noticed a faint floating feeling, and then my heart started to beat somewhat rapidly. We were extremely entertained by taking pictures of ourselves on Apple's Photobooth program, using the mirror effect to create visually creative photos. We all had tremendous energy, and the off white tone of the paint in my room seemed to glow with radiation. It was very cool. One of the walls in my room is all mirror, and my cheeks were rosy, as I could feel my body temperature increasing. All three of us were sweating out a storm. The only poster in my room at the time was a giant cover of Axis: Bold as Love by The Jimi Hendrix Experience. The white walls absorbed the colors from this poster, and soon the walls started to breathe with color.
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We proceeded to my backyard, which was unusually bright, since it was already around midnight. I'm not sure how many cigarettes we smoked then, but they were absolutely amazing. It seemed as if waves of energy and stimulation would surge throughout my body, starting from my lungs, with every breath.
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Looking up at the purplish sky through the trees, the leaves started to turn into hands, petting and stroking the air around. I began to see copies of my face, smiling with ecstatic joy, floating between the branches. I began to dwell into my own thoughts, and my mind seemed as if it was all of the sudden a drug of its own; I could taste my thoughts and words had different flavors. It really made me think of every psychedelic movie I had ever seen. My mind was encouraged to think of the extraordinary, and although things seemed weird and funny, everything was perfectly clear at the same time.
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I thought about the guy who sold me the acid, and in my mind he seemed like some sort of magic professor who really knew how to experience the most intense, self-indulging mind-fuck. This was beyond any drug, and it was more than just the drug, it was perfect. There was nothing that could bring me down from this. I could not even understand how anyone in the world would even experience a bad trip.
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Now we were cruising. We had left my backyard around 12:45 AM and proceeded to explore my empty neighborhood. There was no limit to my energy, and I certainly wasn't losing any from walking. As we walked, we absorbed and tasted all of the light and color glowing off of every tree, and the street lamps seemed like glowing orbs, lining the neighborhood streets. We walked to the lake dock, which was adjacent to a parking lot, and a pool house. So many thoughts flew through my head, and whenever I tried to communicate it, I could only stumble, and remind myself how this feeling was so perfect, that it could not even be communicated into words. I had a total sense of being myself, and all fronts had dissolved just like the acid. I realized that along with this trip, life was also perfect. It amazed me to think about how one's life spans out and works. We go through amazing experiences to find out who we really are, and better understand ourselves. I was truly enlightened, as I was honestly meeting myself that night. 'This is the realest shit I've ever done,' I would repeat, and my friends agreed.
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The night was only beginning, but since one of us wasn't tripping, he went back inside to sleep. There was no way any of us could have slept, the amounts of energy the acid had given us were enormous. We continued to walk the quiet, yet beautiful, streets, returning to the lake. My friend called another friend from school, and incredibly he was also tripping acid just like us; purely coincidental. We sat on the asphalt, and it felt as if we were being absorbed into the ground, becoming one with the earth, as the cracks in the ground swelled like sponges. The stars in the sky looked like diamonds, and everything was in patterns. Everything, audibly and visibly, had levels and layers, and with just our presence we could dissect everything and really understand it, for the first time in our lives.
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We left and kept walking the lonely streets, talking, but mostly just letting everything absorb into our minds. I realized for the first time that there is much more to everything than what first meets the eye, because with our minds we can explore much more than we might first think. There was one cat that kept appearing and reappearing into our path as we walked. He was extremely friendly and let us take turns feeling his soft coat. At 3:30 AM there was one very old Asian-looking man who was riding his bike. We found it hilarious, that we chose to be tripping acid at 3:30 AM, and someone else chose to ride his bike. Nevertheless, we walked for about 2 miles, before returning once more the pool house parking lot. There was no plan to anything we did that night, as we did not need any plans; the acid knew where to take us. We smoked our last cigarette for the night, before returning home.
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I did not sleep at all that night, but the next night I slept for over 12 hours. I took interest in sharing this experience with friends, since I sincerely felt as if this acid trip changed my life in little ways, for the better. I felt like this trip was the ultimate discovery for myself so far; I had spent a lot of time up until then doing soul searching, and trying to figure myself out, but this trip really put the cap on things. While I know I can never completely figure myself out, I know who I am in a sense, and I know that my life is going to be long lived, with many other incredible experiences. There is nothing more harmonious and absolute than coming face to face with yourself.<!-- End Body -->
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I've never experienced anything remotely close to the intensity of this combination. I rarely detail experiences I've had because words simply don't do them justice, but this is an exception because I feel it is something I need to share. Of course, the more incredibly intense it gets, the harder it gets to explain. Nevertheless, I'll at least make an attempt.
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Lately I've been having weekly tripping sessions with a group of 4 friends. I introduced all of them to LSD, and we've been having some incredible experiences together. I absolutely love this drug. I've introduced DMT to three of them, and I've had mixed responses. They all had trouble smoking the stuff (as I use an oil burner pipe), but one of them didn't feel it very much at all, another had a pleasant mild trip, and the third had an extremely unpleasant experience (though she only took one hit, so it wasn't too difficult to handle). I decided to try my hand at smoking DMT on LSD the other weekend, and took two hits of it and had an incredible time. It wasn't a breakthrough by any means, but it was a pleasant intensifying of the LSD visuals that blew me out of the water at the time. It was good stuff, and I wanted to emulate that experience this weekend.
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So this time I went for three hits of LSD, as we've all been gradually stepping up our dosage. It was an incredible day, and we dosed about 9:30am. We spent the first few hours of the experience indoors handling the peak, listening to music, watching Milkdrop, etc. Then we went outside, and explored the creek near one of their houses that we were staying at. It got cold, and we decided to head back inside, and I wanted to smoke DMT again. My friend said he was down, and the other two decided not to. We sit down and put on the Grateful Dead. So he takes two medium sized hits, and lays back and starts to have a good time. I was relieved because of the bad experience our other friend had, so I felt confident in doing it this time. We had started a stopwatch on one of our phones to keep track of how long we held the hits. I had switched it on when my friend started taking his hits, and so I started taking mine probably 3-5 minutes after it had started.
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So I took a small hit, held for thirty seconds as always, and let it out. Then I lit up another, slightly bigger hit, and repeated. When the third hit came around, and I started inhaling, the bulb of the pipe completely fogged up with the vapor. I don't think I had ever taken a hit that big before. But I took it, held it in, and that's when things got real. I have no recollection of letting that hit out. In fact, as any of you who have experienced a breakthrough dose of DMT should know, much of the experience was blacked out.
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The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground on my stomach. I didn't know where I was, what was happening, why it was happening, what time it was, or who I was. I struggled to get a hold of reality. I opened my eyes wide and couldn't see a single thing at some points. The world was replaced with a horrid nightmarish world. When I could get glimpses of what was around me, the room was a huge swirl, like a blender. Stuff was EVERYWHERE. All of the things we had on the floor were scattered everywhere, and there were dozens of each object. I saw so many copies of my cell phone and the oil burner pipe, and jars and clothes and all sorts of things. Nothing made any sense. I pulled my hand out from under me, and the pipe was clenched in it. As I was looking at it, it completely vanished and reappeared on the ground next to me. I was dizzy and completely delusional. I kept thinking 'what time is it?' and 'what's happening to me?', but most importantly, 'am I hurt? am I okay? am I dying?'. I looked up to see my friend kneeling by me trying to talk to me in a calming voice, but I couldn't understand him. Not a word he was saying. It was complete gibberish. All the while these thoughts were swarming my head, and I struggled to ask him if I was hurt, but I couldn't articulate the thought into words. I kept thinking 'I have to ask him if I'm okay. Ask him!', but I couldn't speak. I just looked back up at him when he was speaking nonsense, and shook my head and curled back up into a ball. I had to just lay down and recede into myself. I had no choice.
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I faded in and out of consciousness several times. My life was flashing right before my eyes. It was like a blurred tunnel of visions that came to me from my past. It felt like I zoomed through my entire life in a flash, going over everything that happened to me. It got to that day, and the day's events flashed through my mind. I made a tremendous effort to figure out at what point my memory stopped. I remember being at the creek, jumping on rocks (which I'm hugely fond of doing on LSD), and climbing on the rickety maintenance bridge we found. Had I fallen off? That was the only possibility I could think of. I must have fallen and hit my head, and had been rushed to the ER.
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I pulled my head up and looked around the room. It wasn't the room I started in. It was somewhere else. It looked huge and tiny at the same time, pulsating. It looked nothing like the room we were in. I looked around and saw that all three of my friends weren't in there with me. The police! The police must have come and found out what happened. We were busted. It was all over. My life was ruined. I figured my friends were in the other room talking to an officer and explaining that I was on DMT, and they were waiting for me to become sane again. The dread of that combined with the feelings of sheer terror I had felt already, and I was losing it. I saw everything important to me before me demolished and destroyed. If I wasn't dying already (and the thought had occurred to me several times; there were times when I thought this was the only explanation), my life may as well have been over. Everything and everyone I cared about vanished before my eyes, destroyed. I had become insane. Lost my mind. Even if I survived this hellish nightmare, I would never be sane again. I would never be happy again. I managed to look up, and saw that my friend was back in the room and sitting on the couch. The window was behind him, and the light shining in obscured his face. He looked divine, but it was no comfort to me. I rolled back over and fell into it again.
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I came back to and pulled myself up and flopped onto the couch. I faded in and out of reality as all these thoughts of dread and loss flooded my mind and broke me. I've had a few bad trips on mushrooms, but they don't compare to this. Not even close. I was convinced I would never feel happiness, which has happened to me on a horrible mushroom trip before. Then the thought hit me as I started to realize what was happening. The concept of a bad trip came back to me, and I remembered I had smoked DMT, and things began to make a little more sense. I was completely delusional, though. Intellectually, I knew that this would all be over soon, and I knew I had to remind myself of this, but the negative feelings overcame all rationality, and I became extremely depressed. The door opened and my friend came back in and sat on the chair next to me. He asked me if I wanted some water, and I weakly nodded and he handed me the bottle I had brought and I carefully cracked open the cap and took a sip. I just then realized how much my throat and mouth burned. The water helped, even though it gave me a bit of a coughing fit. I started burping quite a bit, and my friend said 'you're not gonna throw up on me, are you?'. I sort of chuckled and said no. My head nodded back over and I closed my eyes. Things were still horrifying, but reality was slowly starting to fade back in.
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I remembered that the only way out of this nightmare was to let go. It took more effort than I'd care to admit to just lay back still and ride it out. All the while I was muttering things like 'holy shit...fuck... that was bad... really bad... really bad idea... why did I do that? Oh my God...'. But at least now I could understand English again, and could begin to communicate. I had pieced everything back together and began to understand what had happened to me, but the feelings still remained and I was weak, broken, and destroyed. Our other two friends came back in, and one asked if I was okay, and I told her yes, yes, I'll be fine, just give me another minute. Then I remembered the time. What time was it? I had to know. I had to know how long I was out for. I asked my friend, and he didn't know. I remember in the haze and confusion I looked at my phone and saw that it was 4:03. Now, I looked at it, and it was 4:23. I didn't put that together, and it was meaningless. Just numbers. Nonsense. I slipped back into the couch with my eyes clothes, whimpering and grunting a little bit.
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At some point, I got up and went to the bathroom. The concept of time didn't mean anything to me, and the memory of it is jumbled and segmented. I finished the bottle of water when I came back, and laid back to relax and let the rest of it dissipate. The other two had gone back into the other room and it was just me and my friend who had stuck with me. He sat next to me and I was on the verge of sobbing. I started to talk to him in a soft, weak voice, and I kept repeating that that was a bad idea. That was a horrible idea. How could I have been so careless? I started to explain to him a little bit of what had happened, though it was still a mess in my mind. He told me when I was on the floor and he was trying to talk to me, I stared at him with eyes wide open and a blank face, and that my pupils were completely dilated. I'm the only one of the four of us that doesn't have dark brown eyes, and he said that there was absolutely no color in them. I was apparently shaking rolling about a bit. He said he brought the other two out of the room so that things would calm down a bit. Everything was fine. Nothing was broken, the police hadn't come, and I was beginning to grasp reality again. I was going to be okay.
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He also said that there was one song that came on right as I started to fall into the bad trip. I had put on 'The Best of Skeletons From the Closet', a best-of album by the Grateful Dead, and the song that came on was called Rosemary. That song scares the shit out of me sober for some reason, and it made sense that that song triggered that negativity. It very well could have been the cause of all this. Our other friends came back in the room, and one of them found the phone with the timer. It was still running. This was at the point when I was just starting to come out of it, and it read 50 minutes. Fifty minutes! I was out for probably about forty-five minutes. In the heat of the experience, I thought it would all be over in 10. In all honesty, I would have guessed I was gone for days. Literally, days. It felt like years. Anybody who's experienced a breakthrough knows that feeling.
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Without a doubt, this experience was the most terrifying and traumatizing experience of my entire life. I feel like this sort of experience is the worst thing a human being can go through and come out okay from. It was truly humbling, and has inspired a higher respect for these drugs. That's not to say I didn't have a respect for them already, but I'm surely going to tread with more caution in the future. It'll be a while before I combine these two drugs again, but I don't think I'll ever break through on DMT while on LSD again. I can't imagine a worse thing.
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One post on the internet caught my eye upon rereading it:
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'This combo will caused me to completely lose all control and any sense of self I still had left after taking LSD. The boundaries that separate my body from my surroundings dissolved and I mesh with the ever morphing energy surrounding me.
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The DMT flash that followed was shocking and impossible. Since I was high on LSD I didn't comedown like I do when smoking DMT sober but remained in the dream for a significant amount of time. A lot happened but it wasn't human. After a while I wasn't functioning as a human anymore.
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When I finally regained control the DMT afterglow and the LSD combined to give the feeling of surviving an extremely death defying experience. I was in a state of shock for a good while.
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I personally love this combo but I have seen it break people before so think deeply about whether you want to subject your mind to something so shattering and foreign.'
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I should have heeded this warning. This describes how I felt exactly.
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Thanks for reading if you made it all the way through. I'll definitely never forget this experience and the lesson I learned from it. I think we all start to feel invincible at some point in our psychedelic careers. I'm just glad I pushed the limits in a safe environment rather than somewhere where I could have hurt myself or others.<!-- End Body -->
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11:50pm: Lights have become, in my state of mind, liquids. Everything is no longer normal. My normal mindset is gone. I want this to stop, but I know in my mind it's not going to. Just with MDMA and LSD, once it is ingested, there is nothing you can do but ride it out. My room is completely dark other than my clock which poses the time in a green font. My ceiling has now become a white light panel. The entire ceiling is lit up as it is a giant light. Yet when I look to my side, it fades and I'm still in a black room. <br>
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12am to 2am: The trip has finally hit with full fledged force. Lights are waterfalls, dripping onto the ground around me like glow fluid. The ceiling fan is moving clockwise, but stops and shifts counterclockwise. My covers no longer feel like they are on my body. I feel the warm sensation of being curled up in my bed but it almost feels as if I am levitating in a warm magnetic field. Sounds are extremely distinguishable. I can no longer just hear sounds, but I can distinguish frequencies and wavelengths of different tones. The sounds have a reverb that echoes multiple times for about a minute after they happen. My walls are starting to become transparent. My mind knows my house so well that it is projecting what is on the other side of the walls, making it basically see through. Behind the wall that by bed faces; on the other side is my shower. The wall no longer exists and I can see straight to my shower. Shadows are playing tag. The clock is projecting dim light making shadows of the bedside lights and other objects such as drawers. They are all shifting around and moving from wall to wall. Light tracers have become more than tracers. If I stare at my clock for a few seconds, I can look in a dark corner and still see the time, as bright as if I were staring directly at the clock again. My laptop light has a dim light (MacBook) that fades on and off as an indicator that it still has battery. It's no longer fading. The light is a constant white. If I take my phone screen, I can move it side to side and up and down and paint my entire vision white. It slowly fades away from where I first started to where I stopped, almost like a domino pattern. My perception of time is completely gone. My body and mind both feel like they are stretching in between multiple dimensions. I feel completely drugged (probably due to the large dose of anxiety medicine). I can feel the air. Not like when you are on a beach and feel a breeze, but I can cup my hand and feel a presence of gas. I'm no longer in a normal world. <br>
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3am: Dimensions and time are shifting. I have no recollection of where I am or what is going on. I feel like I'm in a spacial void and I have no idea what to think. My mind is absolutely confused at this point to where I couldn't complete my thoughts. I had been texting my friends at this point explaining my trip, and them texting me to keep me some sort of comfort. I can no longer text them anymore at this point. When I open the ''New Message'' option, the screens features are shifting at rapid rates and speeds. Every time I click on one of the letters, it floats off the screen into the air in my room and fades once it hits the walls. After stumbling and pressing every number and letter possible, my home screen is just a white page with no text, options, or buttons of any sort. Time is shifting. The numbers on the face of the clock are changing rapidly, they are all going through the course of 0-9 like a slot machine. I no longer have a sense of the time because I cant even understand my clock. I'm shifting around the room and the ceiling. My bed isn't against the same wall, I'm facing a complete opposite direction each minute. My bed also has gone from being on the floor to the ceiling and now the carpet is the ceiling and the fan is beneath my feat. It is thundering and lightning outside and I can feel the soundwaves and vibrations all over my body to the core of my bones. The reverb of the thunder last several minutes and the light of lightning isn't a quick flash anymore, when it happens the brightness stays, and slowly fades minutes after.<br>
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My heart rate has come down to a significant stable level, as I have accepted my trip and now I'm slightly more or less enjoying it. Patterns are all over the place and I can vividly see textures surrounding me. Lights are spinning just like fans and giving off pulses. I can see waves of lights in every direction I look. Keep in mind I am in a totally black room but it feels like all of my walls are LED panels and my room is rapidly changing colors. Every time I verbally speak, I do not hear the words until my sentence is finished, as if someone was repeating what I was saying after I was done. I can't understand anything. I no longer know where I exist, what I am, or who I am. I'm very educated in the field of science and astronomy so the intelligence is projecting spacial images and stars and such everywhere. I feel like I'm floating throughout the realm of space and time. <br>
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4am: The trip is slowly starting to decrease. My mind is coming back to my body, as I am piecing together myself in my room and I can now figure out who I am. I'm collecting all my thoughts as if all my years of learning are being crammed into my mind in a 30 minute period. I am relearning everything as if I was just reborn. I'm completely drugged, I've had enough depressants and sleep medicine to tranquilize a horse, but I'm still awake, yet I can feel the depressant in it's entirety. I get up to go to the bathroom because I haven't peed in several hours. I avoid looking into the mirror because I know that I will get lost in it. As I turn around after I'm done peeing, I catch a glimpse of the mirror. I try as hard as I can not too, but I end up staring at it. I don't know what its called, but I'm seeing one of those infinity type images. I can see myself hundreds of times like I'm looking through a tunnel and I can see the frame of the mirror multiple times as well. This is a complete mind trip so I stop staring a return to my bed. Every time I touch my sheets, instead of feeling a fabric my fingertips can feel each and every single thread. I can distinguishable feel the texture of the thread. <br>
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5-7am: My body and mind have returned. The sense of time and awareness of where I am has also returned. I know where I am, who I am, and I can finally realize that I'm just in my dark room, inside of my house. This trip was the most intense I have ever experienced, even more so than my previous trip on half a strip of acid in the past. Patterns are still shifting, but its not intense enough to not realize that this is just a chemical shifting my vision. Lights are still quite watery, and I can still hear lights and see sounds. <strong>Yes, hear</strong> lights and <strong>see</strong> sounds. I'm okay at this point, I've fully accepted my trip and I'm no longer scared of what is present. Patterns are crazy and I'm playing some new funk/electronic music that is very pleasing. I've never heard music in such a vivid form as this. I'm relaxed and laying in my bed enjoying the comfort and security of my covers.<br>
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7:40am: I finally pass out. The depressants and sedatives have beaten the trip. <br>
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10am: I wake up describing my trip to my friends as best as I could. I can type this experience up but there's no words to describe it. This is one trip that is a life changer and I will never forget this.<!-- End Body -->
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After months of meditating for the first time in my life (about 5 months), I ingested three hits of potent LSD rated at about 300 micrograms. <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> After dosing, I allowed about thirty minutes to pass to come up a bit and then I sat for a meditation session. I saw many visions that were infinitely complex in structure of goddesses, cities, and pyramids. It all built up to me seeing direct visions of what I perceived as Buddha in meditation posture.<br>
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It was only about an hour into the trip and I hadn't even peaked. At the peak of the trip, I experienced full blown ego death. What resulted were ultimate feelings of rising up into a state of pure bliss. I felt connected to the infinite now. This exceeded and went deeper than any of my previous LSD experiences. Further amusing by the fact that I wasn't even on a heroic dose of the substance.<br>
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Everything seemed to be great until I realized I wasn't coming down from the trip after about five to six days. I continued to meditate to alleviate the immense energy that I felt, but this didn't stop me for experiencing visuals and other characteristics of the substance at times, and I couldn't meditate as extensively as I could before. <br>
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I at many points had nearly made direct contact with entities, only to catch myself becoming delusional.<br>
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I ended up nearly destroying my TV and guitars as I shouted, “I don't need these things!” and pranced around my house naked, terrifying my mother, who managed to remain strong and calm through this episode.<br>
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After this I fell back to some state of stability, with a new found since of peace and ecstasy. My mom felt relieved, comforted by this and I was the happiest I had ever been, ready to take on my life and move on from the experience. This happened on about the fourth day.<br>
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It didn't last as feelings of paranoia and fear about darkness began to creep up the next day after. As time wore on with the substance in my system, I began to weaken with controlling my mental state again. When I looked in the mirror, I looked as if I was on the verge of death. Sleep was not a possibility for the week that I felt the effects of the substance, which might explain the immense fatigue that I wore on my presence.<br>
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After being unable to control myself again. I began to think that I was telepathically communicating with two friends of mine. I thought, without having communicated with them in person, that they were on their way to my house to pick me up and show me around the new world. That's right, the new world.<br>
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During the entire experience I thought that everyone of my peers, people around my age, were also coming to some state of spiritual awakening. I at many times hallucinated as I looked at websites like reddit and such, that other people were on my wavelength, including the friends I thought to be picking me up. I also assumed that the world just managed to change drastically, to the point to where we were already on the verge of utopia. As my mom feared that I was getting ready to leave the house, on my own, in the middle of the night, she decided to cleverly convince me she would take me to see my friends. Instead, she brought me to the hospital, quite possibly saving my life.<br>
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There they put me on anti-psychotics and I was sent home after a few days of being in a psych ward for one day and a detox center for drug addicts the other few days. There visuals were still present at first, often being outlines of Buddha or some other figure meditating. After about a day or two in the detox center, the visuals began to subside and I calmed down, yet I felt some level of inner peace and calm I had never felt before, although nowhere near the level that I felt on day four, more than I had felt in many years.<br>
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A few weeks after being on the medications, the anxiety rose again to the point to where I couldn't successfully meditate and the inner peace and calm left me. I withdrew from the medications, but the anxiety worsened.<br>
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On one fateful night, it got so bad, I felt like I was on the verge of suicide, but I held on and went through it. The next day the peace, calm, and a light level of bliss come rushing back to me with a successful meditation session. I had found god and with it, tears flowed. <br>
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I am now happy AND stable; it's only getting better with each day and each meditation session.<br>
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I posted this for the psyhonauts that might have experienced similar and are attempting to reintegrate something of this nature. Honestly, I shouldn't have dropped acid. It was foolish and had it not been for my mother, great harm could have happened to me. I also think that I would have lost it completely and forever had I been genetically predisposed to schizophrenia and other similar illnesses. The only thing I've been predisposed to on a genetic level is depression and ADHD, both of which are continually lifting from me drastically after this experience.<br>
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This experience has gotten me to the point of renouncing all drug usage. I'll be reprocessing this experience for a lifetime and I also would like to see more research on LSD and meditation, because this only raises many questions about the substance, spiritual experiences, and psychological illnesses.<br>
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According to what I've read and seen on chakras, what I experienced is similar to what some describe as a pre-mature opening of the crown chakra, which often sends someone insane if their lower chakras like the root are not strong, open, and stabilized.<br>
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Disclaimer: This is not a how-to guide. I do not feel that I have found enlightenment. I feel like I had a spiritual awakening, but I am young and many challenges await me. What I experienced is possible for everyone if they are willing to work for it, but only the individual can determine the path they need to take for spiritual growth, which includes whatever it is to be done to get to the here, there, and everywhere. For some it may take months to get to this point, for other years. I hope that this can inspire others to take a much safer and stable path to arrive at that constant state of becoming.<!-- End Body -->
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Before sharing a report of my most recent experience, I feel a bit of background information is necessary. I am a twenty-two year old female weighing in at around 95 pounds (or ~43 kilograms) who has dabbled in drugs since the age of eighteen. I have taken MDMA, both in its adulterated and pure forms, around 8 times, salvia I have done once, LSD I have dropped four times at varying quantities, 2C-D I have done 3 times, cannabis I have smoked 4 or 5 times, and DMT I have done twice.<br>
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The experience about which I am writing now was a candy flip – a combination of LSD and MDMA. The LSD was acquired around 6 months ago from a friend, averaging around 100 micrograms per blotter. <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> The MDMA was molly, a gift from a friend, in its pure powdered form – and said to be mixed with either 2C-B or 2C-I (though our friend was not sure which, it was said there was only enough to “add a little color”). As stated previously, I have tried both LSD and MDMA separately in varying quantities before; I also candy flipped once back in October 2010, so this was my second time.<br>
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In total, there were four participants in the candy flip that occurred four days ago, on Thursday. Other than myself, there was my boyfriend, D, who has previous experience with LSD (around 5 times total), MDMA (3 times total), and candy flipping (once before – with me). The other two are mutual and trusted male friends of ours, B and H, who both have done LSD about 3 times, but this was their first time taking MDMA. We were doing this at B’s apartment and informed a good friend (and D’s roommate), who has some experience, of our plans as a safety precaution.<br>
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We had 3 blotters of LSD to split between the four of us; B and H had bought a gram of the MDMA/2C-? mix while D and I had been gifted an unknown amount to split between the two us by our friend. (Thankfully D owns a scale and was able to check the quantities.) Because researched candy flips a bit beforehand, D and I decided to pre-load with 250 mg of magnesium and 50 mg of vitamin B-6 the night before.<br>
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Around 11 AM we all met at B’s apartment to begin preparations – we figured out things each of us wanted to do and/or get from the experience before setting to doling out doses. As D prepared them, I took one 100 mg capsule of 5-HTP as a jump start for the MDMA since my brain often produces low levels of serotonin.<br>
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Finally, around 1:20 PM, D had everything ready. The LSD had been split, MDMA measured and laid out for each person, and a hit of DMT had been prepared for each of us – just in case we wanted to indulge – for later. So that we would hopefully synchronize the peaks of the LSD and MDMA, we decided to wait and eat the ecstasy around 3 hours after sublingually ingesting the LSD. Because I was looking mostly for an ecstasy high and am often easily influenced by psychedelics, I took only 1/3 of one blotter paper (around 33 micrograms) while each of the guys took around 88 micrograms each.<br>
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Now it was time to wait. I was finishing some schoolwork and the guys decided to entertain themselves with a video game to pass the time. After about 30 minutes I noticed it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on my work, while the guys became gradually more. It took me 15 more minutes to finish my, so I was trying to ignore any signs of a come up. Though retroactively I realize there was a slight blurring of vision, I was having more and more trouble focusing, my heart began to beat a little bit faster, my stomach began to churn uncomfortably at times, and I had a sudden urge to urinate around the 40 minute mark.<br>
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Once I had finally finished the work, I could truly focus on getting my mind ready for the trip. After relieving myself, I returned to the living room and got comfortable on the couch. B and D were trying to figure out a game level while laughing boisterously (which improved my move and mindset as well) while H recorded his come up experience in his journal. Gradually, I began to feel more of a body buzz. My stomach continued to churn discomfitingly, my temperature began to fluctuate slightly (wrapping myself in a soft blanket helped with this immensely) and watching the game on the screen slowly moved from being entertaining to somewhat bothersome. It confused and frustrated me that we were having trouble focusing and I was getting confused by the level. I could tell H was getting anxious to move onto something new as well, and we began urging B and D to stop playing once they had finished the level – they obliged.<br>
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B turned on the “Planet Earth” visualization on his PS3; I think it was around 2:30 – 2:45 PM at this point. Once they turned the game off and we chatted, I became more comfortable with the body buzz. I no longer had to shift positions every few minutes, my temperature leveled out, and the uncomfortable stomach churning and nausea I had begun to feel slowly faded away. I started to enjoy the experience more as the come up continued. Colors sharpened and there was a slight movement of objects like the ceiling. White lights had a slight rainbow hue to them. The ceiling appeared to have a transparent layer which swam and flowed like water over the textured under-layer. B turned on the ceiling fan to cool off.<br>
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I got more comfortable in my lying position on the couch and urged D to come and cuddle with me, as he is warm and his presence is always very comforting to me during trips. As B prepared a record (Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd), D and I adjusted ourselves for comfort, with his head lying on my chest while I laid back and closed my eyes. For the first time that day, I really took in the closed-eye visuals I was having – it took me a moment to realize the music had started to play. At first, I tried to describe what I was seeing – rainbows, spirals, checkerboards...I find it difficult to explain even now. D said that he began to see what I was seeing as I told them, but eventually the images began to shift so rapidly that I could no longer describe them but only sit back in awe and enjoy.<br>
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Before I knew it, the first side of the record had finished playing. As B got up to turn it over, I sat up and leaned against D while watching the ceiling fan and the way it played with the light as the song “Money” began. D tried explaining what he was seeing to me, but I was unable to see his visions. I think this is because our eyes were open now and I had not taken as large of a dose as he had; this disappointed me because I really enjoy being able to share, but I opted to close my eyes and got lost in my CEVs again.<br>
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Time passed much more quickly than expected (the time lapse effects of the acid had kicked in by now) and the record stopped sometime after 4 PM. Dark Side of the Moon was a better choice than I had originally expected for a come up – I am a big fan of Pink Floyd so it was very enjoyable for me. Their music mixed with my wonderful CEVs had put me in a good mood; everyone seemed very content with where their trip was going. We each took bathroom breaks and H and I ended up on the balcony outside before B and D came to tell us that it was 4:20 PM; in other words, we had reached the 3 hour mark and it was time to eat the MDMA.<br>
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D had prepared the dosages earlier based on our previous experiences and expectations, so B’s dose was the lowest, around 100 milligrams. H’s was closer to 150 mg. D split what we had been given in half, as we were told it was enough for “two people to have a good night” and it measured to around 200 milligrams each. H and D took theirs immediately. B was hesitant because he had never taken MDMA before and was enjoying the LSD on its own, but he had been really excited about trying ecstasy before we started so we encouraged him not to back out. We reminded him that the dose was a fairly light one for someone his size, that he had been determined to try it, and that our trips would be quite different if we weren’t all in synch.<br>
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In retrospect, I wish we had not urged him so vehemently. I know he wanted to try it very badly beforehand, but if he had changed his mind we should have let him do so. But we were all feeling good on LSD and wanted to share all of the experiences and all of the drugs; everything turned out okay, but it is still a thought that has crossed my mind a time or two since Thursday. Other than B, I was a little hesitant, too – though not as much. I really wanted to take the MDMA, as molly is my drug of choice, but the amount and rumored bad taste were intimidating to me (it was my first time without it being in pill form or in a capsule). Finally, however, I threw it back and ate it.<br>
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I had been reasonably justified in being worried about the taste. The powder instantly spread all over the back of my throat and tongue, immediately filling my mouth with the bitterest taste I’ve ever experienced. It doesn’t help that I often have difficulty eating anything while on LSD already, as I always get a very strange metallic taste in my mouth when tripping – this time was no different. Fortunately, root beer helped cover the taste and I drank some until the bitterness was gone.<br>
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We decided that now was a good time to make our walk to the river like H had mentioned he wanted to do earlier, so we gathered fruit snacks, water bottles, and a blanket to sit on. As I bent over to pick up my phone, however, I felt a sudden shift. I swiftly stood and looked at the guys, none of whom had changed their demeanor. I felt another strange shift and took in a rattling breath, I wasn’t certain, but thought that maybe the MDMA was already kicking in (we were expecting come up to take an hour, but it felt like only 5 minutes had passed).<br>
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I told the guys I felt like I could not leave yet as I sat down on the couch. The come up was coming on really quickly now. D stopped what he was doing and came closer, asking if I was coming up on the MDMA and if I was okay. I felt like my body was being flooded suddenly with icy, but pleasant, water. The edges of my vision started to glow white, as though everything was suddenly overexposed. My entire body was tingling; it is difficult to explain, but my entire body was buzzing. It felt very sensual, almost like I was having an orgasm – a fact I quietly shared with D. <br>
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But it didn’t stop there. Feeling restless, I stood and paced a little. The guys were slowly starting to feel things, too, it seemed; I felt restless, with shifts coming more frequently now. I sat down again. Suddenly there was a “WOOOOOSH” in my ears where things seemed to go silent for a moment before sound came back, but now seemed distant and morphed.<br>
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Now I was feeling very anxious. It had been pleasant at first, but now it was coming on too quickly. I couldn’t focus and the sensations were just growing and growing, too strong and too intense for me to adjust. I felt uncomfortable and restless. I stood up again, mentioned that I needed some air, and headed for the balcony. I thought maybe I had needed a change of scenery, but it did not help. I realized my bladder felt full, so I went to the bathroom and relieved myself. While washing my hands I was almost chanting to myself, “You’re okay. It’s just the drugs. You’re going to be okay. You’ll get used to it. It’ll stop soon...You’re okay.”<br>
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I went out to the balcony again, but noticed that things still felt off and my stomach was churning. Without a word to the guys, I went back into the bathroom, chanting words of comfort and reminders of reality to myself. Suddenly I realized what the churning meant and sat on the toilet. D had noticed I was acting paranoid and knocked, asking if I was okay. I told him I was, or that I would be, and that he just needed to go out on the balcony. “Are you sure?” I told him I was, but that he and the guys needed to stay on the balcony because I didn’t want them to hear.<br>
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Finally, I knew he had gone and slowly I let myself pass a bowel movement – as it happened, I began feeling better mentally, too. By the time it was over, I was smiling the largest smile I’ve ever made. I was instantly elated. This time when washing my hands, I was able to tell myself truthfully that I really was okay and that I felt great – I had never felt happier. The bad vibes and emotions had disappeared with the bad gunk that had been in my body.<br>
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I stepped out the bathroom feeling as I knew I should on 200 mg of MDMA and called for D, feeling the need to tell someone what happened, despite how embarrassing it was. We went into the living room and I told him how paranoid and anxious I had gotten, and what had finally relieved me of that feeling. He accepted this information well and even laughed, relieved that I was okay.<br>
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Overcome with emotion (all positive – all love) I shared another personal revelation with him. His reaction was all love, and the upsurge was like the surge of negative before. I was so full of emotion suddenly - I felt very nauseous. I only purged a little, but felt instantly better once I had. D and I decided to rejoin the others, as all of the love in the room was tempting us to do things we would not normally do with others around and I was feeling much better than I had before.<br>
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However, we had not quite overcome all of our hurdles for the day yet, as B was also fighting nausea. I rubbed his back while he tried to force himself to purge (something he later told me helped). I encouraged him to do what he could, as I knew he would feel much better when he got it out, like I had. It was very difficult for him, and soon I was overwhelmed with anxiety at his predicament. Feeling myself returning to where I had been before, my heartbeat rose to alarming rates. I had to leave him with D so I could calm myself.<br>
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I went to the balcony and sat with H, who was calm and serene. His quiet words, reassurances, and care-free attitude helped bring me back to the euphoria from before. Soon, D and B joined us outside. Listening to music had made B feel better and he, too, was able to start enjoying the effects of the drugs mixed together. Despite feeling calm and enjoying the high now, my legs began shaking and my jaw began clacking uncontrollably – I had never had this experience on MDMA before, but finally I understood why jaw clenching occurs. Thankfully, H had some gum that remedied things by keeping my mouth busy.<br>
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At this point it was around 5:30, so we knew the come-up had definitely been less than an hour, probably around 10-25 minutes (our altered perception of time made it hard to tell). For the next hour we sat on the balcony chatting about anything and everything – we all became introspective and open, like we were each other’s therapists. We talked about things in our lives that had been hurting us, and helped ourselves find closure by expressing these thoughts. The details of these conversations are very personal, so I will not give specifics, but it seemed very therapeutic for all four; bad pasts, mental disorders, trouble at home – no matter the issue, we were able to at least come to a better understanding about it and feel more at peace with our lives. Around 6:30 PM we decided it was time to walk to the river, as a peaceful atmosphere was the best option for the inner peace we had all just found.<br>
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As we walked from the apartment to the river one of the buildings we passed had music playing. The song “Hallelujah” seemed as though it literally drifted on the wind to get to my ears. It sounded slightly morphed, and amplified, as though I were standing right next to the speaker the entire time; it was the most beautiful sound – the most wonderful song – I had ever heard in my life. Four days later, it still evokes such a strong emotion in me that I think it will stay with me for the rest of my life; it symbolizes the peace of mind I had finally been able to find thanks to the friends I was with, and the drugs I was on.<br>
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We arrived at the river as the sun had begun to set. We sat in silence, watching the wind ripple across the water. The trees on the other bank danced with life in a subtle way, and the sky held such vibrant colors. Eventually it grew colder and darker as the sun continued to set, and we decided it was time to head back to the apartment before turned to night completely.<br>
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Once back, we immediately began to prepare for our own little rave – black lights, glow wands, techno music, and ring pops. We danced and laughed and enjoyed ourselves until our bodies were too tired to continue, and then we sat back and enjoyed the visuals that the music had inspired in us. D decided it was time to throw DMT into the mix; I passed, but B, D, and H indulged. It was about 9:30 PM and I could tell I was coming down from the MDMA – it was a steady slope to baseline once I realized I was, and soon I noticed my muscles were aching all over. D rubbed my back while B massaged my calves; I sat enjoying my CEVs a while longer as they did so. We also took one 5-HTP capsule of 100 mg each at this point.<br>
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I always have difficulty falling asleep after a trip so I took 10 milligrams of my Zolpidem Tartrate (I have a prescription for insomnia) around 11:15 PM. I often get slight hallucinations (open eye movement and CEVs) and tracers when I take this medicine, so I feel it prolonged the effects of the LSD. Aside from having visions when my eyes were closed, I soon felt like I was completely back to baseline – just tired and worn out, but still happy (just not nearly as happy as I had been earlier). Unfortunately, I had trouble falling asleep despite having taken the medicine and my sleep was restless. I woke up multiple times in the night. At 5:30 AM, I realized I was still experiencing CEVs when I tried to fall asleep again. I noticed the same around 9:15 AM, nearly 20 hours after I had ingested the LSD, and 17 after eating the MDMA/2C-? mix!<br>
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Eventually these, too, faded away. My body felt tired, but I was fine and awake mentally. I took a final 100 mg capsule of 5-HTP around 1:00 PM that day (Friday) to further deter any post-MDMA depression from setting in.<br>
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The things I learned from this experience can be summed up into a few points. <br>
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First, I learned a lot about myself. I feel that this combination of drugs has a very therapeutic effect, much more than any counseling or prescription medications I have had to battle my difficulties in the past. Although a lot of the trip was spent just having fun, I was also able to talk things out, work through things, and let go of things I had been holding onto for years. They’re not completely gone, but they’re not holding me back quite like they were before. I think a few more candy flips (or possibly trips with only the MDMA/2C-mix) in the future will help me work through everything I need to in my life and will help me finish letting go of the things I touched on during this trip. I not only gained closure for things that happened in my past, but the confidence I need to move on to my future (something I had been lacking previously as a fresh college graduate). I feel I could not have gained such without the help of these drugs and my friends. <br>
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Secondly is a point I should have considered much harder before this trip. While the set and setting were excellent for it, my friends and I should have been more cautious in some regards. Rather than ingesting the MDMA on its own, on empty stomachs, after already being affected by the LSD, we should have put it in gel caps. Doing so would have made the onset of the MDMA mixture more gradual and less intense, I think, and therefore we could have possibly avoided the obstacles we’d had to face – which could have made the trip go horribly wrong if B and I had not been able to work through them.<br>
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We also should have made certain what had been mixed with the MDMA, or exactly how much of it there was. We are still not sure if it was 2C-I or 2C-B, though we’re more inclined to believe it was 2C-I. I have always been of the opinion that a person should know exactly what they are getting themselves into before addling their minds. Drugs are not something to take lightly, and as (fortunately) brief as the lesson was, it has stuck with me. We got the MDMA/2C-mix as a gift from a friend, but no matter how much we trust someone, it still should have been essential for us to know everything about it that we could.<br>
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Otherwise, this trip was the best I have experienced. The range of emotions, activities, and mental clarity that came with it will stick with me for the rest of my life. I feel much more of a tie to B and H than I did before, and although we’re all going separate ways, I think they are people who will be a part of my life no matter what. I feel I have gotten even closer, an even tighter bond, with my boyfriend D as well – I am so happy I was able to share this candy flip with him. Although I am sure I will dabble in drugs again, I doubt anything will quite compare to this experience. It truly changed my life.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 90973</td></tr>
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
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