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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 tablets</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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I'd sworn to myself I'd never try Psychedelics, and, most probably, I won't do them again seeing as I've tripped around 10 times, but I've decided to share, for those looking to try Acid, my Acid experience which was almost indescribably beautiful. Sometime this past February (2005) I was able to find a sheet of Acid with some friends, and after selling most of it off, I reserved about 5 hits to myself. The night I had it, I decided, though only having done Acid once before (and only 1 hit) to take a large dose--3 hits. It was supposedly quite powerful, and, as you'll read in a moment, I, at the very least, thought it was.
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At around 12 AM I took my three hits, and thought I was getting ripped off for the first hour. And then, very suddenly, I began to come up very, very quickly. I'd been pretty experienced at that point, and was only mildly afraid. I was with two girls, whom I liked, and a psychotic kid who I didn't like, but I'll get to that later.
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The first 4 or so hours of the trip were marvelous. It snowed 2 feet overnight, and I watched it--on three hits of acid. The snowflakes cast the most intriguing shadows under the low-intensity lamp outside of my dorm, and they seemed to be undulating in large, beautiful shapes, spinning through and amongst each other like some kind of non-aggressive bee tribe, swirling and shooting back and forth. I was so incredibly overwhelmed I sat down in the snow, wearing, thankfully, heavy clothing, and began to trip the fuck out. At that point, I started getting the Fear very briefly, but luckily, I got a kiss on the cheek and magically, as if a lukewarm substance were injected into me, I started to have the most amazing visuals. Returning to my room (because it was balls in your stomach cold) I ran into an RD who was, thankfully, Drunk out of his mind. I reached my room and hallucinated for about 3 hours with the two girls.
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My trip only turned *mildly* bad when I was left alone with this guy. We'll call him Fuckbag. Fuckbag was on about a hit and a half, which I sold to him for an exorbant 15 bucks a hit (when I'd gotten it at 6.50) and he was bugging out--bad. He was the kind of guy who filled empty space with needless conversation, and I thought he was speaking some weird, alien dialect of English that coincided only in its words rather than in sentence structure or grammar. Finally, after listening to his raging trippy bullshit for a few hours, I came down, and had a very large, very tasty breakfast. I know this story wasn't THAT amazing.<!--I'll write more at some point, but my advice, if you want to do acid, do it, but do it in a safe, controlled environment with people you enjoy and trust. Otherwise, you're fubared.--> Peace<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2005</td><td width="90">ExpID: 44995</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 6, 2019</td><td>Views: 651</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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There had been a big drought back in 2000. There was no acid to be found anywhere. My friend and I had started experimenting with it when we had finished high school. We had done it a few times, and liked it alot.
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So my friend had finally found some and boy oh boy were we excited. He came with another dude to pick me up from my house. As I got in the car he produced the tin foil the papers were in and gave me what he thought was two papers but I think he actually (by mistake) gave me four.
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My friend was a dealer at the time and we had to go and pick up 4 ounces of weed from this guy. So we were driving listening to music everything was cool bananas. I remember stopping at the guys house, waiting and listening to crazy sexy cool by TLC. Now I know its not the trippiest shit but the intro song that goes for about minute sounded so gooooooooooood, so intense. I moved in a convultionary state when the beat kicked in.....
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Anyway we had another stop off before we got back to my friends house. Where I dont know, by that stage I was nicely toasted and throughly enjoying myself. While waiting there I remember seeing a guy coming up the foot path my friend (who was also tripping, but on two papers) and I started giggling like mischievous kids. We locked the doors as if the guy was some sort of threat to us, but laughing the whole time.
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The guy who was driving got back to the car and we left. Why our next stop was Mcdonalds is beyond me but I was fucked and cant remember. Now is when my brain meltdown commenced.
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I went into Mcdee's, and on my way to the entrance I walked through the car park and noticed a man who was standing in the car park. When I looked at his face it appeared rubber-like his chin and forehead were exagarrated he looked a bit cartoony. I entered Mc'dees and waited in line. I dont really remember what I was thinking but I knew it was way to bright and way to intense to be in there on this drug, so I went back to the car.
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My friends started laughing at me when I got back, I told them it was way to fucked up in there. The guy driving went into get me food. While in there buying me food my brain lost all rational functioning thought. I started saying things like ' What are we here for ' ' What can I do '. Basically I could not think of my purpose. It felt very dumb now that I look back. I'd say' thats what I can do put on music ' But as soon as I did that I had to find another purpose. I had become uncomfortably restless. The guy came back and we started eating hamburgers. It did not taste good. Actually very yuckky. We left for my friends house. I dont remember the drive there.
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At my friends house I had a sudden urge to go home and tell my mother I was trippin real hard on acid. I wanted to be home because it was the only safe place I knew. So I asked my friend to take me home. He replied that he would as soon as he finished bagging up the ounces. I really had to go home the urge was ridiculous. I said to him that I would call a cab so it would take me. He told me to wait five and he would take me straight home. I didnt agree with that I started grabbing the phone and trying to dial a cab. My friend grabbed the phone off me and hung it up. This happened about four times before I could not take it anymore. I stood up and started climbing out his window. When I was half way out my friend grabbed me and said ' man, wait two seconds and ill take you! ' I replied half-sticking out of his window ' You know when you have to go, well I gotta go '
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And with that I jumped out the window and Carl Lewis sprinted down the street.
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While I was walking trying to find a phone to call a cab. My thoughts went into overdrive. All thoughts were of great meaning all of them having an idea. About 40,000 sub thoughts would branch off one giving me an insight into something which lead to another thing and so on and so on.... The brain is a powerful tool which I think we have not yet mastered, Lsd showed me that night.
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While walking everything had a fluroecent hue to it. But taxis stood out like dogs balls. By this I mean they were lit up in some ' thats the way to get home ' sort of way. I stopped and sat on a curb in a street just off the main road. My brain was racing all I wanted was this drug to stop and me to be at my nice safe home, then some guy pulls up and asks me whats wrong (Very weird now I look back). I say I just need to get home, he asks again whats wrong. At this point I just am not thinking properly at all and grab the back door handle and try to get in the car but as I grab the door handle he speeds off. Gloom doom and despair. I felt trapped. As if the whole world was trying to stop me getting home. I kept walking up the main road. I went to a house and knocked on the front door and asked if I could use the phone. An old granny who I probably scared the absolute shit out of said to go away. I kept walking to a service station and finally called a cab.
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When I got in the cab I told the driver I was on acid and was not feeling to well. He had some sort of elevator music playing which just added to the effects of helplessness. As we drove under a sign for the freeway all the street letters on the sign were in arabic but yet still in english.
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T+1:00pm
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When I got home my thoughts started getting the better of me. I suddenly realised I couldnt talk to my mum, I was fucked upppppp. I went to bed. I was lying there looking at my clock thinking that this is how I'm going to be for the rest of my life, and mental defect. In the morning my mum would come and speak to me and would realise she had a mental patient for a son. This pattern of thinking lasted a while and then bang! It all stopped, I mean I was still fucked but the intenseness was gone. I woke the next day sweet as.
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That night was a strain on the brain. But I'm so glad I experienced it. I will never forget that night. Ever.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 36445</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 15, 2019</td><td>Views: 673</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/mdma/">MDMA</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 tablet</td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">130 lb</td>
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A friend of mine had invited me along for a trip up to the desert to a rave out in the middle of nowhere. I had decided this would be my night to do whatever I wanted. My friend had told me if I wanted to take anything, to run it by her just to make sure no one was giving me anything shady.
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About an hour into the evening, we'd met someone who had everything under the sun in his bag. She got into his stash of ketamine while I took a molly. About an hour and a half later, I took another from one of her friends who had driven us.
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It was probably the most intense calm I had ever felt. I was able to sit and watch everyone dance and move and feel the beat radiate through my body. I remember looking to the sky and thinking that this is what peace with the universe feels like. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I remember looking to the sky and thinking that this is what peace with the universe feels like.</div></div>
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I also became slightly disassociated from my own body. I had no real interest in sex other than the idea of women. I'm a bisexual woman who leans towards men, so this was an odd one. I was chasing after a bunny girl most of the night who later told me after she was done tripping that she had a boyfriend. I didn't need food or feel any kind of hunger, though I kept up on my water intake.
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The come down was gradual, and I had torn apart one side of my mouth throughout the night. Most of the drive home, I felt this emptiness in me and a headache that left me very quiet.
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We'd gotten some LSD from some of the people up at the rave as well, and I thought to myself, fuck it. I wanted this weekend. Not quite sure how much I took, I remember it being a small blue tablet, button sized.
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For the most part, I felt unaffected around people. I felt more introspective and focused. The girls with us seemed to be tripping out much harder than I was, and we built a tent in their living room.
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When people began to fall asleep after two days of being awake, then the real effects kicked in somewhere around 3 hours after ingestion. My mind started to wander and I laid back against a couch ottoman. Looking up into the ceiling suddenly became The Rite Of Spring from Fantasia and I began to see the creation of the universe. It morphed and became the creation of the Minecraft universe. Soon, Creepers began to march towards me, mutated and twisted through a swampland.
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I sat up and worked to calm myself, knowing that I was hallucinating. The final moment when I realized that I needed noise and stimulation was when I glanced down to the couch next to me and blood began to leak out the bottom and pool on the carpet. The droplets then jumped from the carpet and began to head towards me.
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I've not tried either since. I think I could try E once more, but I think LSD will be off my list of things to do.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2012</td><td width="90">ExpID: 103002</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Sep 19, 2019</td><td>Views: 826</td></tr>
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I will start off with a little info about myself and my past experience with recreational drugs. I am 18 years old, about 6'2', 120lbs and am relatively healthy.
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I first began using marijuana regularly about 8 months ago and have progressed through the use of alcohol, dxm, ecstasy, nitrous, salvia, painkillers, sleep aids, cocaine, and now finally LSD. LSD had been on my 'to-do' list before I ever even tried marijuana or any other illegal substance. When I finally found out I could get some, I didn't care what the price. I left for my regular dealer's (I'll call him T) house around 5 PM on a Friday night with two friends.
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I purchased 3 hits, and my two friends purchased 2 and 1 respectively. We each started dissolving them right away and T told us we could stay there until we came down because he had some cool stuff to show us while we tripped. About a half hour after the gels dissolved I noticed that I was feeling very high (elevated mood and a huge grin). T told me to start looking at different patterns to see if anything was moving yet. Nothing noticeable at the time, so T packed a bowl and told us that this would help it kick in. We passed a bong twice around the circle and soon I was feeling very messed up. I couldn't concentrate on anything and everything around me was just swirling and making me laugh. I would decide to do something (change a CD, make a phone call) and forget about it within seconds. I noticed that my friends were having equally intense trips and wondered if I really needed 3 hits, but it didn't bother me too much.
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After a long time of just rolling around on the couches and listening to very intensely trippy music, I noticed that I had to pee. I made my way to the bathroom and all the towels hanging on racks looked like they were waving at me. I steadied myself to piss and the toilet looked like it was spinning. I finally got the job done and headed for the door, only to be startled by my appearance in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. My face looked as though it was oozing downward and I had gained at least 50 pounds. I quickly left the bathroom and headed back toward the living room where my friends were.
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(T + 4:00) T called my name from his room and I went in. He showed me the visuals that were running on his media player and they slowly branched out to where I could see them on the walls in his room. He prepped a sheet of foil with cocaine and told me to take a hit. He held the foil and lighter and I held the mouthpiece and took a ridiculously deep hit (by my standards) and felt an instant renewal of my original high. Since my friends and I had been basically taking up space in his living room for a good four hours now, I suggested to them that we take a walk back to J's (the guy who took 2 hits) place. I don't remember much after this in the way that I remember other things.
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Everything I know about what happened afterward, I know as fact instead of a memory. I am told that I sprinted all the way to J's house, J and his girlfriend chasing me all the way to the front door. We went upstairs and I plopped down on J's mattress. The next thing I know, I could not stop checking the clock. I would pick up his alarm clock, exclaim 'It's not even ____!' and run to the door of his room, which was locked and at the time, quite difficult to figure out. I would lie back down and repeat the process for about a half hour until J and his girlfriend were coming down a little bit and thought they ought to try and restrain me so I wouldn't wake anyone up or injure myself. I felt like I was dying. My body felt like it was crushed and soaked with blood, as though I had been in a bad accident, and I could even taste blood in my mouth. I believed I was at a hospital, receiving treatment for this accident I was in. I was so scared by the thought of my death that even called 911 and my home and everyone on my contacts list trying to get help. J took the phone from me so I wouldn't say anything I'd regret and I felt so helpless. It wasn't long before I thought my heart was stopping and I could hear my parents crying at the hospital because I was going to die.
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All of a sudden, I did die (in the trip of course) and I thought I was in 'limbo' with J. I was trying to have him communicate to my parents that I was very sorry and all sorts of things I would want them to know that I didn't have the chance to tell them. For the rest of the night, I believed 'god' was taking on the image of J so I would be comfortable in heaven, or wherever I was. I sat in J's room feeling depressed that there was so much I hadn't done and then I realized I could do anything I wanted to. I started to get naked and run for the front door, ready to explore heaven. He caught up with me and suggested that we go to his dad's house for the night. It was then that I wondered why god would have a dad, and I thought the maybe J was satan. I refused to go with him, basically trying to show satan how tough I was and began throwing things at him. Apparently, I was still tripping (to be able to think things like this) but it wasn't obvious to me. I was scheduled to work the next day at 12:00 and I skipped it because I still thought I was dead. It wasn't until a little after 2:00 when I got a phone call that I realized I wasn't dead and I hurried home to get ready for work.
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I would still do LSD again, but probably a smaller dosage and I would need a tripsitter who wasn't tripping himself to help me through something like my own death.<!--I would also not recommend to anyone mixing cocaine and LSD, as I have read other reports that indicated a diffcult trip with that --> I will not again do the combo of LSD and Cocaine, although I cannot say for sure that that is what set me off. I hope this report has been helpful, or at least entertaining for anyone who has read it.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 56920</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 13, 2019</td><td>Views: 3,725</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Cocaine (13) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>
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I'm one of those guys who just loves to trip. Winter is on its way, so my friend and I decided it was time to truly enjoy the weather and trip balls. It had been a normal Saturday so far, hung out with my friends and smoked bud. Me and my friend (lets call him G) finally met up around 6 o'clock. What happened next was nothing unlike anything I have ever experienced.
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First tab dropped, heading over to my friend J's house to smoke and snort the 2cb. We smoked a few bowls of some decent piff and had the powder laid and out ready to sniff down. Then a text from J's mom came through saying she would be home any minute. G and I put the other half tabs under our tongue and snorted the powder very quickly. The burn was unbearable, it felt as if fire was being shot into my nose! I've snorted mainly different drugs before but nothing really compared to that. We wanted to see our good friend before he left to travel west, so we headed up to the woods. After walking around in circles we decided going into the woods tripping this hard was not a good idea, so we went down to a local park and waited. My nose had finally stopped burning. G really had to take a shit, so he ran into the woods and left me to sit in this field alone. This is when the drugs really started to kick in. I felt as if everything was floating, everything looked as if it was a hologram. There was this over whelming vibration in my body. At this point I got a little scared. I had tripped pretty hard in the past, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for this. I was still alone and getting scared, I started to call some sober friends just to keep me calm. Nobody would answer their phone so I thought music would work. I put on some chill Matsiyahu and started to relax. G finally came out of the woods and he was with two of our friends. We smoked a couple bowls and wished him well in his travels.
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By now I am tripping insanely hard, I needed to find a place to charge my phone and make plans for the night. We walked down the street to the local middle school. There was a place I could charge my phone and we could just chill. I looked down at the cement and pointed out how many rocks were on the ground. As I said this it seemed as if it was raining, there was thousands and thousand of black spots of the ground now, it look like rain drops. I stared at the ground for a few minutes. The drops rose up and started forming fences, and waves and different shapes. I stood there just tripping out while G walked in circles yelling about how hard he was tripping.
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We then got bored with the School and started to walk around town. Everything on my body was vibrating, even sound was vibrating ( that is the only way I can describe what I was hearing) Talking on the phone was such a difficult task. When I would get on my skateboard the sidewalk would explode with color and vibrations everywhere. We finally made plans to meet up with two other friends and smoke some white widow and a blunt of K2 (friend was on piss test). We sat at a picnic table and smoked some bud and K2, I put my head on the table and felt as if I was flying threw a vortex. I completely lost touch with reality. I had no clue what was happening. My friend K called me and asked if I wanted to chill, I let him know I was tripping balls and he was cool with it. The only problem was I had to walk across town alone.
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I began to walk under a bridge, the walls started to close in on me so I ran. I needed to get somewhere safe, with people. I finally stopped where the our old skate park was and just starred at the empty lot for a while. I decided I should go bomb so hills and take the long way to meet up with my friends. I was happy again and enjoying being alone, it was very relaxing. I kept forgetting where I was going and heavy visuals kept distracting me. I finally arrived at my friends house, I get there and sit down. About twenty minutes later some people started coming over for a little get together. I didnt want everyone to know I was tripping nutsack so I tried to chill out. I could stay calm for a few mins but then every little thing would just trip me the fuck out and send me into a deep trip. Little things would trip me out really hard like a poster, my friend rapping, phone vibrating etc. I got fronted an eight of some homegrown headies and figured I would be good for the night.
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Its now about midnight, Me and K are about to walk to our friend C's house to smoke mad buds and sleep. We rolled a cannon joint for the walk and just talked. The walk took about half an hour and I was still tripping really hard. There was nothing to do at C's house except smoke weed and listen to music. I figured it was a good chance to really trip out. We smoked 4 or 5 nice joints and a few bowls. I sat down in my nice chair but a blanket on, and just absolutely tripped my fuckin brains out. I felt as if my spirit was coming out of my body, the vibrations were even more intense. I just stared at the TV and enjoyed my trip.
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I slept about two hours that night and still felt pretty good well into the next day. I wish I could put more detail into my feeling and visuals but its all way to much to explain.<!--If your considering combining LSD and 2cb makes sure you have a good tripping history. This is NOT a light trip, I would recommended being with a person who is not tripping and a person tripping with you. Be safe, I hope you enjoyed-->
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Well as my friend said, I am also a person that loves to trip. Me and my friend (A) decided we would meet up around 5:30 which was when we bombed the acid. For some reason it had a very bitter taste, I'm really not sure as to why but it was really good acid. We had 2 hits to start with so I gave my friend A a hit, and me, myself a hit. We both put it under our tongues and walked to the place where we were gonna meet up with this dude to buy another 2 hits because one of the hits we took was for one of our close friends Z who happened to be leaving since he recently turned 18 and was eager to travel west.
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I got the acid from the dude and then we decided to go to J's house. We got there and smoked a bowl, and I decided it was time to break out the 2nd dose and split it, I split it and gave the other half to A and we continued to smoke another bowl. We were high as shit, and I decided to whip out the 2c-b and divided it into 2 equal piles. As soon as I did that J's mom texted him saying she would be home any minute. We rushed and I quickly poured out my bubbler water into the sink and told A we gotta sniff this, so we proceeded to sniff the 2c-b (such a bad idea). It was almost a similar burn to snorting MDMA, or 2c-I. It felt like my nose was being ripped from the inside-out, it felt so fucking terrible for a good 20-30 minutes, until we got water and sniffed a little to make it go down quicker. But before that we ran outside of J's house hoping his mom wasn't gonna show up as soon as we were leaving. We went back around the block and did complete circles. We wanted to see our good friend before he left to travel west, so we headed up to the woods where there was a camp. After walking around in circles, not knowing where to go we decided to call Z and he ran down to us as soon as I got done taking a shit, taking this shit was so fucking freaky, I almost couldn't find leaves to wipe my ass with because this weird fog overtook my vision, and my body started to vibrate, even my hearing vibrated. We met back up and smoked a few bowls, as I gave Z his birthday present (the L). At this point the acid was kicking in for me, I could feel the waves of everything, and the colors of everything, and looked around the grass we were sitting in as it waved in solitude. I was freaking out at first, feeling like I wasnt prepared, I have never felt like this doing any other drug and let me tell you, I've done quite a bit of drugs. I felt like I was in the clouds, or in some altered reality as hallucinations started to take up my vision completely. We decided going into the woods tripping this hard was not a good idea considering it was pitch black out already and we had no idea where we were going, so we went down to a local park and waited. My nose had finally stopped burning and so did A's.
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I started feeling the vibrations more as we waited, and told A we should leave, so we decided to go to the local middle school to charge A's phone, as we got there I started to feel the acid even more. Abstract started to fill my vision, the waves were filled with abstract, the side walk had a bunch of black rocks on it, and those rocks were flying around, not in sync with reality at all I told A I was tripping absolute nutsack. I started walking around feeling as if I couldn't feel anything between my knees and feet, as if there was nothing connecting them. We decided we needed to go smoke some more. So we started walking towards a graveyard and I told A to look at the trees as the wind blew, and it looked like no other thing I've seen in my entire life. The tree's were waving but they were popping out at me, as the wind blew harder, it looked like things were growing on the trees. We got closer to the hole in this fence and as soon as I got there I asked A if he was seeing what I was seeing 'Did it feel like your eyes opened to a new dimension? Are you seeing everything in 3rd and is everything really fucking colorful and cartoonic?' and as soon as I said that I couldn't see into the darkness where the hole was supposed to be, so I quickly turned around freaking out, and A followed me.
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We went to this park off of main street, and met up with M and D and smoked a blunt of K2 and smoked white widdow. M was on pee tests so he was smoking the blunt mainly but obviously we all took a couple hits. At this point I knew I had to go home soon, it was 9 and my mom told me I had to be home at 9:30-10 because A couldn't sleep over, my room was 'too fucking messy, and it's not fair to my friends if they have to sleep in that mess of mine' (exactly what my mom said.) at around ~9:40 A went to his friends house, leaving me with M and D. It sucked leaving my tripping buddy, the plans didn't work out at all as what we planned for. M and D walked me partially home, and as I walked home, I stared off into the stars, and into the sidewalk, watching all this extremely indescribable abstract flow past my vision. My legs still felt as if they were clouds, and I wasn't walking but floating. The acid gave me a huge euphoric rush at this point, and my vision continued to blur, as if fog was in front of me until I was about a block away from my house. I feel like it was my consciousness telling me to sober up a little bit as soon as I walked into my house, as my dad is in the living room which is where the front door is. I told him it was fucking freezing outside, and then went upstairs in awkwardness as he didn't respond.
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I waited on my bed, at this point it was 10:15 I started tripping even harder and harder, my body started twitching more and more, and I felt like my vision would never stop waving, and the longer I kept my eyes open, the more abstract showed up, and if I looked into my skin, I could see the art flowing through my body as if it was written all over my skin. I looked into my wrist and saw a totally different world, where there was only trip, no reality, I can't even begin to explain it, everything was so unexplainable, it only lasted a minute and then I looked up thinking WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. I put on some dubstep and chilled out for a little talking to people on facebook, and just looking at the art all over my walls as it shimmered in epicness, with colorful waves flowing all over my walls, and my vision, body and hearing kept vibrating it was very uncomfortable at first, but eventually it got soothing.
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I decided to turn off the music, and watch tv, and there were some funny ass movies on comedy central. I totally forget the names, but regardless they were funny as fuck, and made my night so much better, considering I would laugh at so much that was said. I stayed up watching tv until 5:30 or so, and everytime the commercials came on I turned away and stared off into my walls hoping to continue my trip without technology distracting me. At 5:00 I decided to try to go to bed, with the lights and tv off, which made me freak out a little, I couldn't stop having tremors but they felt oddly good. As it got to 5:20 I got up and turned on the lights, packed a bowl, smoked it, and passed out after around 30 minutes of trying to make myself stop thinking. I slept for around 2.5 hours and still felt good in the morning, I smoked another bowl as soon as I got up and felt automatically refreshed, as if I was a new person. Seeing and feeling things I thought I would of never seen or felt in my entire life. Regardless of being scared when the trip came on, it was a really fucking awesome experience, if you attempt doing acid and 2c-b at the same time, definitely be prepared for reality to vanish. This was my side of the trip. Thanks for reading! Happy tripping!<!-- End Body -->
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I have been an experienced drug user for about 6 years now, doing almost every drug imaginable in my past, but finally cutting it down primarily to pot and alcohol. Getting most of my drug use out of my system before even getting to college, I was more than satisfied with sticking to herb and brew. I did enjoy eating mushrooms or acid every time I got the chance due to them being relatively rare drugs around my area and have tripped shrooms about 35 times and had about 8-9 previous lsd experiences eating as much as 3 hits at a time.
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Me and my friends picked up a ten strip from a total sketch job, and with the thick tabs and nice logos we figured it would be good stuff, not realizing how right we were about that. On Friday night I had drank pretty heavily despite knowing I was going to trip the next day, and got only 7 hours of sleep. Waking up tasting booze in my mouth, I knew I did not have time to nurse a hangover and had to eat the “LaLa” as soon as possible because I tend to have 20 hour acid experiences.
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Me and my buddy both ate two hits and took the train downtown. After about 25 min. I began to feel funny and being sensitive to chemicals sensed the acid taking my to LaLa land quite quickly. We arrived to downtown Chicago, and the day was beautiful, not a single cloud in the sky and the warm sun beating down on us. We were trippin pretty good for about 3 hours, walking around and ddecided to go see a movie, Kung Fu Panda. It was one of the best times ever.<!--and I highly recommend seeing CGI films tripping (Beowulf was fuckin awesome in 3D imax on acid!!) --> Anyways when we got out of the theater the acid seemed to have calmed down and I felt like the trip was coming to an end even though it had been only 5-6 hours into it.
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We decided to go over to my friend’s apartment because it was his b-day and he was going to have a party. We made our way up there and when he opened the door and we walked in, all of a sudden everything changed…towards the worse. He was watching the new hairspray in a very dark room and I walked up to the tv and when I saw John Travolta in the fat suit, which was hilarious, for some reason I got really REALLY really frightened. Travolta’s eyes seemed really dilated and the grew huge like alien eyes. I got cold/hot flashes and the room began to cave in on me. I had my ipod and decided to go in my buddy’s room and listen to some weezer because they always put me in a good mood. But as I lay on his bed and began to listen to the music, everything became tooo intense. I closed my eyes and I began to see all my friends and family, EVERYONE I knew laughing happily but aging at the same time and rotting out, I saw myself graduating college, getting married growing old dying..I saw the universe and my own insignificance within it. This all sounds very cool, but it was one of the most intense incites I had ever had. I couldn’t keep my eyes closed it was too scary, but when I opened them, everything was still really messed up too. The lamp shades were dancing around the lamp, a movie poster was crawling around the wall and the ceiling was wavy as if it was liquid.
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I realized I was having my first bad acid trip and felt like I was about to have a psychotic breakdown. I ran out of the room and decided to talk to my friend. He has long curly hair and as he was trying to talk me down, all I saw was little versions of his face in his own hair laughing at me. My best friend now seemed like a freakish demon in my eyes. I decided to go outside and get some fresh air. I stepped outside and the sun was now setting. I had taken the cid hours ago and it took me soo long to peak that I realized I might be tripping for much longer than I had expected. I saw downtown Chicago with all the lights on and a purple sky with the sun setting and it seemed so beautiful that it hurt my eyes to look at it. In fact my eyes were so dilated that I could not really see anything more than 20 feet in front of me too clearly and people in the distance seemed hazy and unfocused. I decided to go back inside and have a beer, hoping the alcohol would take the edge off..and it did. In fact I got a pint of rum and decided to just get drunk to calm the whole trip down.
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Good idea! People showed up for the party and we all ended up having a great time. But I still have goosebumps about the hour or so of hell. Because when the acid is in my head, I cannot escape it..Anywhere I go I'm still tripping, and despite my love for psychedlics I think I got my fix of the ultimate acid trip where I felt anymore would just kill me. I’ve eaten 5 hits before and not tripped as hard as I did off these thick, tasteless, star branded blotters. I don’t think I will trip again for at least a year, even though everything worked out ok. Setting is everything, <!--you think -->I thought my trip was over then I switched locations and I got a mindfuck.<!--beware trippers, I thought cid was all fun and games but when you lose control and the chemical takes over, its not joke anymore. Stay safe and have fun!!!--><!-- End Body -->
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Acid, Ether and Alcohol - The Perfect Mix
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My friends had just finished their end of year uni exams, and although I still had one more assignment due the following week, I decided to go out with them to get 'totally trashed' on a nightclub crawl. Of the 4 other people I was with, 3 of them had no intentions of having anything other than lots of alcohol <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Of the 4 other people I was with, 3 of them had no intentions of having anything other than lots of alcohol</div></div>, indeed when I pulled out the acid for myself and the other friend (who also knew about the ether) they seemed to deny any knowledge of 'what that shit is'. In any case, at about 10pm (it was a Thursday night), I had one tab and my friend had only a half, despite my attempts to convince him to have more.
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I had never tried these particular ones before so was unsure of the dosage, but banked on waiting an hour for the onset. Half an hour later we parked the car on a popular strip and all got out to go get out first drinks and 'get the ball rolling' so to speak. Luckilly, I had a full bottle of Bacardi rum on hand and also plastic disposable cups. We each has about 3 shots worth of rum, sculled in one hit (except the guy who still had to drive us to where the main clubs were). When I opened my case to get the rum out, my friend who had also had some acid noticed I HAD brought along the ether; 99+% pure reagent grade diethyl ether. He had tried it before, when I first got the ether and we had our first binge (which was not done in conjunction with any other drug), so both he and I knew what to expect of the ether, but not really what to expect with the ether combined with the alcohol.
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After a few deep huffs each (we put a hanky at the opening of the bottle and turn it upside down to just wet a little patch and then hold that at our mouthse and sucdk a lungful of air through the wet patch) we were laughing our arses off whilst the other people with us kind of looked on with curiosity and disapproval as if we were inhaling gas or glue or something. Although the high only lasted a few minutes, the residual effects of the ether persist for some time, a bit like being drunk on alcohol after inhaling heaps of nitrous oxide (which gives a similar high). By the time we all got back in the car it was about an hour after we had taken the acid, and although we were both thoroughly intoxicated by the alcohol and ether, we were pissed off because we couldn't feel any effects from the LSD. However, in hindsight, the euphoria we had could not be explained by just ether and alcohol; that is, once the ether high wore off, we were still giggling and talking to each other as if no one else was in the car, like in our own private little world in which we could understand each other completely clearly but everyone else was just minding their own business. My friend doing the acid and ether with me was especially annoyed about the acid as he was certain he had just sucked on an untreated piece of paper for an hour or so (and this WAS his first ever acid experience). I however knew better.
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I could feel a detached, altered awareness which I recognised from the previous (and first time) I had ever had acid before. Perhaps my friend, despite my warnings to the contrary, expected to have massive hallucinations on half a tab, or expected to feel a hit as the LSD came on or something, like most other drugs. What I think happened is that he convinced himself that the LSD was bogus and continued in his skewed, slightly altered state for the rest of the night, repeatedly denying that the LSD was working on him, despite my efforts to explain to him certain behaviors which we were both exhibiting could not be explained by either the ether or the alcohol. It is worth noting at this point that we drove to the main clubbing area, where we planned to go to maybe 3 or 4 different clubs and have drinks at each one; which we did. We we drank steadily (maybe 2 beers an hour) from about 11:30pm till about 4:30am. Also, we had maybe 2 more small binges on the ether; I have a little hip flask only big enough for about one shot of liquid, and I filled this with ether so we could do it in the club.
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The first club we went to, I was starting to feel really fucked... As in, the alcohol was making my movements a bit awkwards, the ether was still giving me a bit of a residual high and there was something else... Which could only be the acid - skewing my perception and creating a psychedelic euphoria which was magnified by the loud speakers and flashing lights in the club. I bumped into an old friend from high school (about 3 years ago) and the first thing he asked me was 'what are you doing tonight? Eccies or what?', which was a little disturbing because I never talk to this guy and he would never expect me to take drugs; I was never into that when I knew him. I can only suspect that he noticed our strange behaviour and knew it was something other than alcohol, or perhaps noticed my eyes were dilated (which they were). I explained to him that we were just having some ether and he was not really surprised (maybe he could smell it and knew what it was). I think his dad is a doctor so he would know all about ether.
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Anyhow, we had some shots in the club and my acid/ether friend brought a bit of the vodka back up and we were kicked out of the club. I was quite fucked at this point, and remember that we had the shots (I didnt see him bring it back up), then I noticed he was walking to the exit next to a guy in a suit, who I (at the time) suspected was a friend of his from work or something. I didnt even suspect that he was a security guard. I remember asking him as they walked away 'did I miss something here? What's happening?' then we were outside and he explained who the guy was and what happened.
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So we went back to the car and refilled the little flask, did that ether and went to the next club. I remember walking around the club as if I was touring a museum, as if those people were just in another world, and I was talking about them to my friend as if they could not hear me (remember, in our own private little bubble?). We had some more drinks and finished the flask of ether, and I decided to do an experiment, because he was still saying that the acid was a dud, despite the obvious non-alcoholic, non-ether effects on his behaviour. I was not feeling drunk as such, just a little weird and invincible. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was not feeling drunk as such, just a little weird and invincible.</div></div> I decided to play a game of Point Blanc, the shooting game. I scored higher than I ever had before, getting 100% accuracy on levels which I had never been able to pass before (I am an experienced Point Blanc player). It was as if I had all the time in the world to pick targets... Like times was slowed down. Then we went over to a pool table and my acid friend played pool against one of the other guys who had been having heaps of drinks and was really pissed. I remember sitting down and waiting for ages, listening intently to the song being played by the DJ (one of my old favourites) and wondering why the game was taking so long. The My acid friend won the game and came over to me, saying to his defeated opponent 'gee, what a quick game!'. I asked him how long the game had taken and he said maybe 5 minutes, and I was shocked. I swear I had been sitting there for half an hour or more, waiting for them to finish. But then I realised that the same song was still playing... And a song doesnt last 30 minutes!!! DAMN! Was this the LSD working on me? I wasn't quite sure, but I remember asking my friend throughout the night 'what time is it? How long have we been here? How many songs have been played?' I was thoroughly experienceing time much slower than everyone else. I felt like we had been there all night when we decided to leave, but it had scarcely been 2 hours.
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We went to the casino to sober up a bit and breath tested ourselves on the machine. I had 0.053 and my acid friend 0.12. BAC. This was at about 5:30am.
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I have to say that this was the best ever drug experience I have had; the alcohol, ether and acid worked wonders, and I didnt have a single paranoid, anxious moment the whole night. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I didnt have a single paranoid, anxious moment the whole night.</div></div> There was a window of about 4 hours when I was just feeling absolute euphoria, total bliss, but was still able to function normally as if I was only a little drunk.
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Best of all, I didnt have any hangover or comedown the next day. <!-- I suggest this trip to anyone who is going out clubbing (t-->The dance music really enhanced the experience.
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[Reported Alcohol Dose: "10-12 standard drinks"]<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 21, 2019</td><td>Views: 2,132</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
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This was my first experience with lsd, and I gotta say, it was certainly an interesting experience. It was a couple nights before halloween, and I was attending my first rave. When we drove in they were just starting out the music, with guests still attending. While getting prepared for the night with all my necessities (bong, water, wallet ect.) my friend T comes up to me and says he would like someone to try acid with him. Being ever curious about hallucinagens, I agreed.
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I placed the tab on my tongue and sucked on it for a good 20 minutes before swallowing it. After about 20 minutes, I overheared that same friend talking about finding someone with good e. Since it was my first rave, I wanted it to be memorable, so I offered to pitch with them. We walked off with the dealer to head back to his car. He was with several other friends, and they were all very high on their own product, so were difficult to deal with, let alone keep them going in a constant straight line. Finally after about 20 minutes of trudging down the road with them we arrived at his car and paid for our product.
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On the return journey, I thought I felt a little different, but I wasn't sure what to expect to I wasn't sure if it was hitting me yet or not. Our only visibility was our phones, we could see very little, all of a sudden, we weren't on the road, and were very disoriented. I couldn't understand how I could've traveled off the path, I was so sure of my way. After a couple minutes we found the path and continued on our way. We got lost a couple more times, but eventually found our way back to the main area. By this point it had been about an hour, and the acid was definitely affecting me. The world had taken on a slightly more defined and sharp appearance, the black seeming less profound, light and color having an unusual hue.
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I popped back my caps and went to smoke weed. While I was smoking, I could feel my lungs expanding seemingly more easily and much larger than usual, and when I exhaled the smoke, it swirled around in a dancing pattern, coiling before my eyes in the air as it rose out of sight. I entertained the thought that if the smoke had a concious mind, it would be a very joyful entity. I went and conversed with several of my friends and checked out the music at all 3 stages, listening closely to the bass and the rhythm, finding subtle patterns in the way the music swirled, invisible around me. Finally the e hit me, and hit me hard.
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Very suddenly my body got warm and fuzzy feeling, my sense of touch increased tenfold, I leaned against a car and let out a long sigh of contentment, feeling the air rush out of me, it felt incredible. I felt alive and vibrant. I walked to the far stage and started to dance. Liquid dancing (a dance of fluidity, mainly using your hands) is very popular here in B.C, and I was no exception. My hands and body flowed like never before, I could feel all the muscles contracting and releasing, but they were no longer made of flesh and tissue, or at least I could feel every bit of the water in my body, and it made everything easier. I danced for hours and hours, I felt amazing, untamed, details became even more defined, I could see the sweat beading other people, their emotions flowing out from them. The entire world around me was a sea of light from the colored lights above the stage, bathing everyone in vibrant green and blue and red. I conversed with few, preferring to dwell in the serenity of my perfect mind. I could think more clearly then ever before. My personal regrets and pain clawed at me, but they could do no more harm to me than a flea would. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I conversed with few, preferring to dwell in the serenity of my perfect mind. I could think more clearly then ever before. My personal regrets and pain clawed at me, but they could do no more harm to me than a flea would.</div></div> After a long while I finally got tired, and my mind snapped out of the trance the music had left me with. I walked away from the stage and returned to my ride's car. I spent much of the remainder of the night contemplating my life and conversing with a select few friends. I wanted to know so much, I wanted to learn so much more about everything. I asked them a lot of questions about their own life, immersing myself in the lives of the people I knew to be my friends.
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Several hours later, I started to come down, my soul and mind becoming more and more aware of my normal, physical being. At around 6 am we left back home, getting a couple laughs at cars in the ditch. Overall, it was a highly enjoyable experience, in which I learned a lot about myself. I've tried several drugs, and lsd is by far my favourite<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 94489</td></tr>
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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The first two days had been spent with my roomate's mom and grandmother. Boring as hell and even slightly irritating, his grandma was a sweetheart, and oblivious to our intentions. On day three, we had decided to take a trip to Sea World - something that my roomate's girlfriend had been wanting to do since we first were planning this road trip. Grudgingly, I went with, and we spent the next 12 hours or so cavorting around fishes and whales and whathaveyou. Not exactly my idea of a good time, but whatever...I go with the flow anyway.
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We get home and his grandmother is tired and just wants to go to bed. We stayed up a little later with his mom, until she too went to sleep. We had already decided midway through the day that we were going to be taking our drugs that same night, so when the coast was clear, we dropped it.
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We offered half a hit to his girlfriend, but she wasnt sure she wanted to...until the blotter was halfway dissolved in my roomate's mouth. They shared the rest of his hit and off we went, walking down the road to Wal-mart. Strolling through the empty streets in the warm florida air, we got a few moments to reflect and take in everything that had happened to us so far, and everything that was about to. This being my first time with Acid, I remember being particularly nervous about it - but my experiences with other drugs calmed me... I knew that no matter what I saw, I would be in control of myself, and that I wasn't going to 'freak out' or anything like that.
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The first giddy wave hit us as we were standing in line at the store. I remember thinking, 'is this it? Has it finally hit me?'. But it was just a precursor for things to come.
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We managed to get home in short order and without incident. The drugs were definitely taking hold. We had been smoking copious amounts of ganja before and after we went to walmart, but this was something else... I could feel this body buzz coming on like a wave almost...I suppose that is the most accurate description, but it doesn't begin to describe the actual feeling.
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It was after a few minutes of sitting on the back porch, having a conversation with my two companions, that I decided that I wanted to smoke an Al Capone Sweet. For those of you who dont know, the Al Capone sweets are little rum dipped cigars that you can buy at pretty much any convience mart. Tobacco lovers, give them a try...they taste amazing. Too small to roll a blunt with unfourtunatly. Oh...and get the non filters, of course.
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So we decided to make another trek, there was a CVS pharmacy nearby that sold them. We all put on hats to cover our eyes and once again traversed the lonely streets to reach our destination. Once we were finally underneath the unsettling buzz of the flourescent light though, in the cool air conditioned confines of the poor mans Walgreens, we realized exactly how messed up we were. No hallucinations yet, but the body buzz was so strong it almost paralyzed me.
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With a great show of willpower, I walked up to the counter, lifted my hat from my eyes and asked the gray haired man behind the counter for the Al Capone sweets, rum flavored. Unaware of what they were he asked me in a heavy southern accent as he slid the pack over to me, 'Well what are these here?'
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'It's a cigarillo' was my response.
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'I'm goin' to have to see some I.D. There'
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So I took out my wallet and showed him my out of state license. He took a minute to find my birthday, did the math in his head and then gave it back to me, satisfied that I was of age.
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'Illinois huh? That's a long way off' he said, almost disapprovingly
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'Yea, we're here on vacation,' I said, indicating my two cohorts, 'Drove down here...24 hours or so.'
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Things were going horribly wrong in my head. As I was talking to the man at the register a young black woman, his manager or something, came up to him and punched a few buttons on his register. It popped open, and she made change for him. As he shut his register though, something strange happened... She seemed to get the skin on her hand caught in the register, and he turned to her and laughed...but it wasn't an ordinary laugh. It was more sarcastic, like they were sharing a private joke or something.
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I didn't know what to do...Were they being snide to us? It seemed like a scene from a movie or something. To this day, I can't figure out if they were showing us a little bit of that southern hostility that is only reserved for 'out of towners'. And who knows why it bugged me so much....but the entire walk home and for the next hour, I obsessed over it. Not always verbally, I kept my mouth shut after about 5 minutes of talking about it, but in my mind I kept turning the situation over and over in my head..did she really get pinched in her register, or was that just a way of interrupting me and getting me to leave, or was I just out of my mind?
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Now, the thing about acid is it will make a person terribly paranoid. You'll start seeing faces where there are none. Heads will appear to turn and stare at you when you see someone in the corner of your eye. When someone does look at you, you feel incredibly creeped out my their gaze.
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After the CVS, things get very hazy...We went back to the porch and spent the next few hours tripping out of our minds. I remember fragments of a thousand experiances, hints and whispers of what my mind was thinking at the time, and just barely a taste of the wonderful and beautiful feelings that shook me into another plane of existance.
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What I do remember:
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Watching the ceiling, it was a simple porch roof made of aluminum siding, cast with shadows and faint discolorations. But while I sat in my chair, feet propped up on the table in front of me, that simple roof became a canvas of colors and shapes, which the mind cannot possibly imagine on it's own.
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What can only be illustrated as raindrops of neon rainbows forming an entire seascape. I can see the entire topside of the water at some times, as if I were a bird looking over this brightly colored ocean. Other times I was under the water, watching the fish and plants.
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I remember one fish in particular...I remember immediately naming him the Coelocanth. Compromised of the neon particles, it snapped at my face - then the hallucination ended.
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Nicks beard hair growing at a rapid rate.
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As I looked at Nick another time, he said that it felt like his face was melting. As soon as his mouth formed the word melting though, I saw his eye and nose droop down to his chin. He saw my eyes go wide with disbelief and possibly even horror, and instantly began laughing. I joined him.
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Going inside to try and sleep it off sometime at four in the morning. The air conditioned house, along with the ambient buzz of the television and the mere mental freakout of taking acid at my roomate's grandmother's house killed my hallucinations entirely. I felt uneasy though...something in my gut just did not want to be in the house. So we go out and smoke another bowl...and the hallucinations return. Another few hours is spent in ceaseless amazment at every hallucination. By our count the drug should have worn off, and yet, here we were...still out of our minds.
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I've been typing for almost an hour now...and honestly, that is all I can remember about acid. It was an experiance I wont forget though....if that makes sense. <!--I dont recomend it for everyone. If you can handle mushrooms, you'll be straight on acid, but that's pretty much it. It's intense, and those weak of the mind should probably steer clear.--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 58664</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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<td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br></td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 tablets</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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I have to firstly say that I completely advocate the use of drugs as Ive had fantastic experiences on so many occasions. However, there was one time in my drug history where I took too much<!--overdosed on--> LSD and had an experience I could only equate as utter Hell.
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I was 19 at the time and completely up for doing any drug. I bought 10 trips from my neighbour at college and went home to do acid with my friend.
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The night began with him and I going to this girl's birthday party, but before going in I said to my friend that we should take 3 trips each (I had a brilliant experience in the past with acid and assumed that taking 3 times the strength could only make it 3 times better). The night began really well as my friend and I gradually became higher and higher on acid at this girl's party. Of course the party was at her parents house, hosted by her parents so we weren't exactly doing the most civilised of activities. I told my friend that we had to leave and he agreed so we left to walk home. I lived in quite a rural area and so the walk home was essentially through part of a town and the country...
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The walk home was phenomenal. Whenever I used to do acid, the whole time-era I was in went back to the 1950s as everything became black-and-white, and the streetlights gave a neon tint making the whole world be in pure technicolor. So many mad incomprehensible occurance took place like a huge friendly Great Dane in the middle of nowhere with no owner with it. Imagine that, walking down a country road and fields far miles from any houses and a huge Great Dane comes up to greet you. This was obviously a stray dog but the coincidence of us tripping as well was mad!! And we were still getting higher and higher on acid...
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Anyway, once we got back I said to my friend that I wanted to go in and listen to the Orb music to really add to the experience. We separated from each other and I got in my house. This must have been the early hours of the morning and I knew that its always a good thing to drink a glass of orange juice before going to bed when I've been tripping.
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I opened the fridge door and got a glass from the cupboard. I then started to pour the orange juice and the whole world then became orange, pure ORANGE. This was the hallucination becoming solid, no trails of lights on the edges of objects, but a complete change of my visual field to the colour ORANGE. The whole world became one single shade of orange, no differences in shades, just all the same shade of orange.
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Of course I started to panic and the experience got worse and worse. I then had the images that I was seeing, merging into each other all around me. Every image around me - what was a toaster, what was a kettle, what was an orange juice carton, a chair, they all started merging into each other and I was seeing images as though they were monsters approaching me from the left again and again and again.
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I lost the complete 'core self' that we all have. I term this 'core consciousness' - the part of you which is the experience of being 'you'. Your 'I' if you like. That went from me and all I was thinking about was 'This is insanity there is no 'I' I am just an amalgamation of sensory inputs, I do not exist. I also thought that even though I was 19 I was wearing my mind out completely i.e. I thought I had the mind of a 100 year old person and so I was running out of my finite numebr of thoughts.
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I must have at some point taken all my clothes off, because I then remember walking round my small village completely naked with not an item of clothing on me.
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The whole trip lasted for at least 14 hours as I eventually came down enough to find where I was and get back into my bedroom. I have to tell you though, I cant image an experience ever being worse than that.<!--Do acid definitely - but not too many. Its also a shame now as its 2005 and acid isnt a drug you get hold of easily at all.--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1995</td><td width="90">ExpID: 45127</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Nov 5, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,289</td></tr>
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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+ 0:15</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 capsl</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+ 0:00</td>
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<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/tobacco/">Tobacco - Cigarettes</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 5:40</td>
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Mixing Lsd and Mdma. Lsdma.
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My experience with drugs have been nothing but wonderful, with the exception of crack and cocaine. Which I stopped using about 5 years ago, cause it was causing me too much problems to handle. The usual addict problems, stealing, cero trust, no girlfriend, no real friends etc.
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I’m 25 years old, and I tried acid at the age of 16. So by now I've lost count of how many acid I have taken in this period of time. Now about MDMA, I've only used it for like 2 years; I've done it around 15 times.
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The day I decided to tried candy flip (acid and mdma at the same time) was the night Infected Mushroom was in town. Just 2 days after my birthday, so I was really in a good mood. And that’s why I decided to try it for myself. Hoping to get higher than usual.
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I took a drop of acid like around 10:20 pm. And waited around 15 minutes to take the mdma capsule. I took the acid and the capsule at that hour cause I knew that the band was going out to play around 11 pm.
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The upcoming was weird; both drugs were taking place at the same time. I can't say I felt bad, I was just agitated. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The upcoming was weird; both drugs were taking place at the same time. I can't say I felt bad, I was just agitated.</div></div> Experiencing some anxiety. I didn’t know whether I should stand up or sit down. After maybe 15 minutes this condition disappeared.
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After that the trip took another condition. I could really feel that I was high on acid, but at the same time I felt really eloquent, hyperactive. I was moving and talking really fast, I was feeling really well. The band was already playing they had like 30 minutes going on, and I was dancing, yelling. Felling higher and higher, so I decided to take a break and go out to chill for a while.
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As I walked outside the building I felt the high somehow different, because of the changing set. Now I was outside, and could listen the band playing inside the building just behind me. I found a friend outside and asked him for a smoke. As I was touching myself, I felt my touching sense to be really sensitive, so I was rubbing my hands in my legs really quick. My friend told me that I looked really hyperactive. And I was, so I smoked the cigarette and then got back inside...
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My trip with candy flip was basically it, I was on a hyperactive acid, doing 1000 rpm. With minimum visuals but with a lot of visuals...it’s a weird pleasant state of mind. I felt I wanted to do a lot of things at the same time.
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After some 4 hours, I felt that the mdma was falling down, I was feeling kind of sad cause I wasn’t as high as I was just 2 hours before...and also felt sad cause I couldn’t feel the acid, I knew I had 4 hours left of my trip with acid, but I couldn’t really feel it. I was just feeling kind of high.
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I didn’t slept the whole night, around 4 am I took another half of another mdma capsule. It gave me an extremely high pleasure. Cause the acid was coming down, and since it was only half of one, it gave me just the vibe and energy that I was looking for.
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As I look back, I can now tell that I like acid and mdma better by themselves. All though I think acid is the best way to open my mind up, so I’m not mixing those things up any time soon. The next weekend I took another drop of the same acid, and I felt way better than on my trip on candy flip, which I liked a lot.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 53024</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Nov 5, 2019</td><td>Views: 713</td></tr>
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<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/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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Hello, this is Jordan. I am not going to tell you about the full acid trip because there are plenty of other trips written up online<!-- this website--> that describe the same basic stuff. So I want to share the unique part of my experience. I was at a friends house and took one dose from a blotter paper at 9:00am to start the trip.
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Sometime deep into the climax of my LSD intoxication I was sitting in a living riving on a wooden chair. For some reason I was looking at another chair sitting somewhere in the middle of the room. This chair was a computer desk chair, a chair with four wheels and spins. It was facing me. However, I imagine the description is not too important. So, I was looking at this chair when I noticed something very odd. Everything started to rotate. I wasn't moving, but everything I was looking at, in example the chair, was rotating in all directions from one point. This startled me a little bit because I was seeing the backside of the chair, even though the FRONT was facing me. [NO, the chair itself was not moving!] The rotation speed seemed to speed up until I realized that I was seeing the chair, and the rest of the room, at every possible three-dimensional angle at once. It is extremely hard for me to describe what seeing the chair and the rest of the room from every possible angle was like.
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Everything was sort of meshed and took on irregular shapes that I would never have been able to comprehend before seeing them. It did NOT look like a bunch of different images layered over each other. It was almost as if my vision was bending around each object. But seeing the chair from every angle made me realize that there was more to it, much more to it. By that point I realized I was not only seing the chair in every possible three-dimentional angle, but I was also seeing more of the chair than was ever there in three dimensions. It was almost as if everything I was seeing imploded and exploded and retained original shape at the the same time, yet meshed into one shape that still has me baffled. The chair that normally looked so straight and so symetrical was now a complete mess. It was like...it was EVERYWHERE. But everything else in the room was everywhere too! What I thought was everywhere before didn't seem to exist because everywhere took on a new meaning. I also began to feel like I was being...pulled. Pulled isn't the right word though, because the feeling I am trying to describe I never thought existed. It was sort of like being pulled by gravity, but not just down, in every direction. And in other directions that I didn't know existed. And every part of my body down to each atom felt like it was being pull in every direction plus the directions that I didn't think existed. Again, remember I am trying to be careful with the word pull because it really wasn't the same. But it was as if I taking up new space. Space that I've never felt before perhaps.
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I have not been able to get over what I saw. I don't know if I actually saw in 4 dimensions, but what I saw was not at all normal.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 54826</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Nov 5, 2019</td><td>Views: 636</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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After a couple years of somewhat regular use, there are a few things I started to notice. One is that I starting looking at life and the 'rules' differently. So I know there were some changes going on, a waking of the mind.
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I had been color blind since a traumatic event as a young child. I have some ideas on why, and know the how, but being color blind is embarrassing to say the least. Let me just say, the 'need' for color got put unto the back burner for the sake of preservation. At many points in my life, if the crayon didn't have the label on it, I could not tell you what color is was, other than light or dark. Grey, brown, green and dull red's all looked exactly alike to me. Beyond that I can tell a difference between the primary colors, especially if I knew that's all that was there, but it was more by elimination than recognition.
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Anyway one day I took a couple hits, and was walking down Garnet Ave. My friend at the time was on the same dose as me, and we were feeling it. As I walked and tried not to look too many people in the eye, there were red bricks on the ground, and they really got my attention. They looked more red than normal, but more than that they had a 'uniqueness' about them I had never seen before. The texture was 'trippy' but more than that, the colors just had my attention like never before. The color had meaning to me, which it never had. Then like a bad movie, A purple laser beam shot out of the corner between two of the bricks, and hit me in the eye. There was nothing there just bricks and mortar, but something had happened, I had seen purple for the first time in my life. I understood it, recognized it as a color in itself, not just a shade of blue. An audible pop went off in my head when this happened, and to this day, 20 years later, I still see colors. I don't see them with an 'artists' eye, but life is much better for me now, I can stop and smell the flowers, and appreciate the melody of colors that populate a spring meadow. Life has much more depth to me, and I believe LSD rebooted part of my brain that had been disabled in my past.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2010</td><td width="90">ExpID: 86586</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 17</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Nov 5, 2019</td><td>Views: 567</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : General (1), Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)</td></tr>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">107 lb</td>
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My trip began early that day. It was about 11:00 a.m. when I took the first hit. Although this could have been mind over manner, I believe I felt the effects of LSD the second it dissolved in my mouth (I also felt this way almost immediately after taking shrooms). Of course, the effects weren't very strong but I noticed a slight change in consciousness. Colors began to get a lot brighter and I noticed something was different. However, I wasn't exactly sure what it was. After about an hour, I was disappointed that I didn't experience any kind of hallucination. At least it wasn't what I expected. At this point, my mind was altered a great deal and the colors were very enhanced. They were absolutely beautiful.
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This is when I decided to take the sec ond hit. It ended up being a very stupid decision because I was called into work. I was a waitress, and this is definitely not something I want to be doing while I'm tripping! I went to work at 3:00 p.m. and worked until about 8. I was very uncomfortable at work because I was sweating a great deal. Perspiration was dripping from my body. One minute I was hot, the next I was cold. I also kept knocking things over. I was a very klutzy waitress. Lets just say I didn't get very good tips that night! One thing I noticed about my experience, which was similiar to shrooms, was my imagination. I would look at something and imagine myself to be somewhere else. As if I were in a movie or a different world. For example, when I looked at a table under this very bright light I imagined I was in a movie. There was a person sitting at that table smoking a bowl. When I was on shrooms, I imagined that while I was walking down the street I was actually in the ocean. I thought the lawn sprinkler was a huge wave. Anyway, let's stay on the subject of LSD....
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When I finally arrived home from work, I listened to a lot of music. A lot of Pink Floyd of course, some punk rock, basically anything I liked a lot. Later that night, when I tried to go to sleep, I found that my eyes refused to shut. They would immediately bulge open. This is when things took a turn for the worse....
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The nighttime part of the trip was the hardest. The shadows on my windows transformed into monsters. (I had been waiting for a visual all day, and this was what I got!) Some of them looked like skeletons. I thought I was going to die. I kept thinking that maybe I should leave a note for my mom and apoligize to her. I wanted to tell her that I loved her. I was really starting to panic. This was very scary and at one point I wanted to start crying. I did eventually calm myself down, but this took about an hour. Eventually, I did fall asleep. It was about 3 a.m. but it finally happened.
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All in all the trip was amazing during the day. It was a very interesting experience. LSD is probably the strangest drug I have ever taken. The night was difficult, but I made it through. I learned that I like shrooms a lot better. I've never had a difficult experience on shrooms and this is why I like them<!--highly recommend them --> over LSD. Every shroom experience has been highly pleasurable and a life changing journey. LSD was pleasurable at first, but difficult at the end. It wasn't the least bit life changing, just mind altering. VERY mind altering.<!--Lastly, if you are thinking about taking a trip I would recommend shrooms over LSD if you are looking for something spiritual.--><!-- 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>
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<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>
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I had tried lsd once before with little effect other then intense laughter and apprehencation of music. I was pretty open to trying it once again with a higher dosage and my friend 'joe' felt the same way. So one day after waiting for a time to do it we decided to go camping at a beautiful lake. We had to do things like meet his gf and pick up the acid and by the time we were on our way it was 138 am. We wanted to go up to whistler first but when we got there the highway was closed so we sat on the side of the highway toking out of my bong when we decided to drop the acid.
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We then drove down to the lake and got out for a look see. It was 4 am and light was just starting to appear over the mountain. Nothing much was happening we sat on a bench played frisbee and walked around. At about 5 the sun started to come over the mountain and that's when it started. I kept seeing these shapes of gods in the sky and the trees but not only where they moving but they were dancing as if there was some kind of music playin. This was just the start the dancing and movement of the gods intensified and there were more of them dancing and swaying to the music. Not one single god was the same, some were smaller some took up half the sky but they danced together constantly. Then in the trees I saw purple and yellow elephants shrinking and spliting into 2 and multiplying over and over again. All I could do was sit there and watch this happen. It seemed to calm down as the sun eluminated everythign.
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We played a little more frisbee until we decided that we should go somewhere else. So we got in the car ( I do not recommend doin this even though we did) and we drove up to whistler to skate the park. We were so distracted by the ppl lookin at us the 2 weirdos that we left. We wanted to smoke some more pot so we found an old loggin road and we walked along it and we looked over and there was this massive rock face and we saw like carvings in the rocks that shaped ppl and we started to believe that world was made for humans and this is wat the carvings told us. We stared at these carvings as we packed a bowl in the bong. We decided we had enough of these crazy carvings by this time it was 9 am and we thought we should find some other symptom of entertainment.
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So we drove yet again and while driving we see this beautiful river that was fed from a glacier and it was beautiful. We parked the car and climbed up the hill and all of the sudden we stopped and looked at the ground and there was a fast layout of vibrant colours these moss like plants grew all along this forested hill and they all had different colours from red to blue from green to orange and we were absolutely blown away after a huge colaberation of this we decided to move on
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We found the river and we swam in it. Was amazing the cold water hit us like 1000 bricks in the chest. We hung out there for a while smoked another bowl and left. We drove home and crashed instantly I was so tired. Lsd was one of the most amazing moments in my life but not without its marks on my mentality.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 36406</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Nov 20, 2019</td><td>Views: 1,017</td></tr>
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<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 my very first taste of 'hardcore' drugs. I had done pot and plenty of alcohol but not much else.
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I tripped with a couple roommates, we all took it at the same time around 1 or 2 pm.
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We started by watching the Beatles classic 'Yellow Submarine'. Amazing, we had fun just lying on the floor and watching all the crazy things in that movie. But since I was on the floor all it took was a slight uncomfortable moment to make me want to constantly move around. Eventually we became restless and went on a nature walk. We walked to a small area near by, void of people. Stood around a sewer grate, watching it, some of us first trippers were paranoid about what people would think if they saw us.
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We then headed back, realizing that we were indeed tripping hard. We would some and go a lot throughout the day and night and my sense of time was lost, when I would come back I would go to my room and sit on my bed, everytime I did this I would think to myself that maybe I was caught up in this infinite time warp, thinking I would be doomed to do the same thing over and over.
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I then began to trip by myself. I saw the wood grain on my roommates bed grow and change, then the ceiling would form these sort of rainbow images. I then began exploring my computer, realizing how much, much better some music is. Beatles, Pink Floyd, and other artists sound amazing. I closed my eyes and lied on my bed relaxing and feeling my body sort of melt away, where the only thing left was my existence, no materials just my thoughts and mind. I then went back to my computer, watching my background morph and icons move. I attempted to go online but failed, so I just went to Itunes visualizer, the visuals were amazing, it seemed as if it would seep into our reality and become the only thing I could see.
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Then we reunited once again. We took another trip outside and basically attempted not to look foolish. While tripping, I always felt paranoid that someone would see me but when others would say this I would look at them and the only evidence of the trip was huge pupils.
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We eventually also decided to take a trip to a dining area here. Everyone seemed to be looking at us, eating wasn't a high priority because LSD makes me lose my appetite. I had only french fries, none of which I remember eating. The others either had nothing but fruit. It was alright except we ran into an authority figure, not a cop but someone who could get us in trouble. For first time trippers, going out with lots of people is not recommended until you know how to handle it and how you will feel.
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Finally the rest of the trip consisted of us finding places to rest and savour the rest of the trip. I had to stay up until 5 am because I couldn't come down from it. One guy who had tripped went to a party later.<!-- also not recommened for first timers. And another 2 bought and ate some shrooms.-->
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All in all, I had a fun time. Would definetly do it again.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Nov 20, 2019</td><td>Views: 652</td></tr>
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A couple weeks ago I was busted for smoking weed at school, and managed to get away with probation and drug tests. After some searching around<!-- erowid-->online and asking some questions of friends, I decided to try LSD, as it would not be picked up in my tests.
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A friend who quit using anything a while ago gave me four OLD hits. The fact that these were old no doubt accounts for the relatively mild nature of this trip, I knew that it would be weak so I took it all at once, at about 11:00 at night, along with a glass of OJ, I heard that helped.
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It came on slow, I started feeling my mood go way through the roof about 20 minutes into it, and by 45 minutes in I had a huge goofy grin, and just felt different. When I walked I adopted bizarre postures because that felt more right somehow.
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I sat around talking on AIM, and at about an hour and a half in, it began to look as though the words on the screen were at odd angles to each other. I though this was WONDERFUL and giggled joyfully. Not much longer after that it appeared that each word was on it's own little island, and the islands were moving and bumping each other. Once again I was laughing ecstatically at this sight. I figured that this was where it would get really interesting, so I signed off AIM to enjoy it.
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I walked around my room, all hunched over and smiling ear to ear. I saw that if I stopped and focused on something, it seemed to swell and bend gently. I sat on my bed and put on headphones, then turned up 'Tales Of Brave Ulysses' by Cream, one of the best psychadelic songs ever. I put it on loop because I liked it so much and felt really connected to it. I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed feeling wonderful, rocking back and forth listening to this song. At this point I was watching the walls bend towards me, swelling and twisting. I was still overjoyed by this.
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Then came my revelation: In Stephen Crane's story 'The Open Boat', the character of The Correspondent is sitting on a tiny boat in rough seas, fairly sure he will die. He remembers a poem about a dying soldier that he learned in school, but he never cared, despite how touching the words were. He realizes that now that he is dying, he understands it. He knows how tragic it is that the soldier is dying, and the only way to know that experience is to have it yourself.
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I UNDERSTOOD 'Tales Of Brave Ulysses'. I knew that I had reached that level, I could really understand. I was so happy to have reached this level of connection and understanding with anything. I would listen to the words: 'You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever, but you rode upon the steamer to the violence of the sun' and I knew that I could never be brought down forever, that I would rather go and be the sun than live in the leaden winter. I knew, and I UNDERSTOOD.
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There, alone in my room, I UNDERSTOOD.<!--This experience is one that everyone should have at least once.--><!-- 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 11, 2019</td><td>Views: 810</td></tr>
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So New Years rolls around and a good friend of mine and I head out to a party. It was a bunch of kids just back from college, just like us, and we were all getting drunk together. My friend had told me earlier that he planned on tripping that night. He asked if I wanted to and said he would just let me have it for free. So at first I declined. We start drinking some more and smoke a few bowls of some good chronic. So I start really thinking that ive always wanted to just experiment with acid(lsd) and I may never get a chance like this again. So ask my friend if the offer is still up and he tells me it is. So he is pretty stoked now that im gonna trip with him and some of his friends.
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So we decide to leave the party and go to a much more chill enviroment. We head back to his house and prepare for our adventure. There was four of us, 3 guys and one girl. One of the guys was my best friend and another one of his best friends. There was also this girl there that was a good friend of theirs. For the most part I only really knew one of the guys. So it was going to be interesting tripping with people ive never really hung out with before. So back on to the LSD part. Anyways we all take our amount and I happened to take about 2 hits of this fractal colored blotter lsd. I stick it on the gum right underneath my tounge and prepare for a adventure.
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Before I go on id like to state that <!--like many other people who post here -->I had read about LSD before ingesting it and I saw no negative consequences for myself other than short-term.<!--I suggest to anyone who is ever going to try lsd to do the same.--> So about 45 minutes into my trip I begin to 'notice things' things took on a dimension of their own and everything started to feel like it was building up for something big. We watched some Mr.Bean for about 15 minutes and that really didn't put me in the mood or make me trip harder. So we thought it was a good idea to turn some music on from my buddy's laptop. We put on a bunch of random music such as Incubus and some classical rock. We layed with the lights dimly lit and layed in the living room just tripping out. I was having a blast. There was no feeling of some sweeping panic I usually get when im on shrooms. I felt like one with my enviroment.
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I started to look at the TV which was off at the time. I noticed patterns that were reflecting off it were bent into odd forms. Then things started to really change. I started realizing that the light reflections were moving and sort of swaying and this totally tripped me out. I was loving every second of it. Then I started seeing little colors in the corner of the room out of the corner of my eye. Then the next song came on. It was by Incubus and if my memory serves me correctly it was a certain shade of green. When it came on the song was so intense I could just not handle it and so couldn't everyone else. It also seemed instant when everyone was like turn that shit off! We had gone from some chill ass music to some crazy guitar riffs and it totally changed the mood.
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My good friend then sort of started to have a little bit of bad trip. It was mostly because of his friend who was defintaley having a bad trip. I felt sorry for them because I was having a blast and so was the girl. I tried talking to them to calm them down and it didn't work. So I backed off and went to my own little world again. We all decided it was time to smoke a bowl and went out back. The neighbours were having their New Years Eve party at the time also. I would assume this was around 1AM. While in the backyard smoking I saw some crazed ass things. First of all, every single one of my friend's faces was a black mush I couldn't define what they looked like. Eventually my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I looked at my best friend and became totally tripped out when he talked to me and his face almost seemed to take the figure of a snake face and have his tounge slither out. Now I did not see a ACTUAL snake face that seemed life like. It was almost as if it was a shadowy snake face and his eyes looked crazy. I specfically remember telling myself, holy shit he looks like a god damn snake! This scared the hell out of me. So we go back inside and everything is chill again.
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My friend then decides he wants to go upstairs and watch Wizard of Oz with Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon played to it. He is sort of freaking out but not having a bad trip I would say. He is paranoid because the house we are tripping at was the house he was currently watching for family. So he got a little paranoid and thought the neighbor was going to come over and wonder what the fuck was going on. I asked him why he thought this. He said cause the neighbor has been taking care of the dog. I said to him, 'who the fuck is going to think as soon as they come into the backyard that those people inside are tripping acid?' he didn't quite like that and just wanted us to go upstairs. This was at like 3-4 in the morning. So to please him I went upstairs and started tripping out on Pink Floyd and wizard of oz. My friend sat down stairs in the kitchen in the dark for no reason. I still to this day have no clue what he was doing down there. I would check on him from time to time and he would just sit at the table and stare at the ground.
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Well back to my trip. I remember sitting there staring at the LCD screen when it was at a certain angle and I was able to make out what seemed like thousands of little mushroom men marching then a little amount of what seemed like blood trickled down on them as they marched. I started to feel akward and adjusted the movie to where I could watch it. It was on the part when Dorothy wakes up and its back in black and white and she is in Kansas again. I get tripped out by this cause it looks so frickin cool! It just looked so sleak and 3D. So eventually we all start tripping out on something like the walls and lay upstairs for another good 2 or 3 hours. Id say about after 7-8 hours into our trip we received what would be called a little 'normalcy' but were still tripped out by things. I took the LSD around 11PM and was still gently tripping around 9AM the next morning. I couldn't go to sleep till about 2-3 that afternoon and even then certain colors and objects still seemed colorful(more than normal) and vivid.
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In my opinion LSD is a awesome substance if used properly in the right conditions.<!--I would suggest to no one who has underlying mental problems or is currently expericing a bad time in their life to use LSD. --> Its been 4 months since that trip and I haven't used LSD again. I will maybe never use it again. I may use it once more when im a old man.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2004</td><td width="90">ExpID: 32291</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Dec 23, 2019</td><td>Views: 763</td></tr>
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The night of the experience was a day after my last exam.
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Had been mentally preparing myself the week of, by not studying and doing whatever I felt like, and trying to have fun.
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The trip I took was COMPLETLY ALONE. And EVERYTHING that I didn't want to happen HAPPENED. Of course, it was unbelievably fun.
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Day started at my old friends memorial, as she had died 3 months earlier. Blue was sky, green was grass. Went over to my friends house, ''P'''. Now, P hadn't taken anything that night as I had seen him, though later took things I'm still unaware of. Mushrooms and whatnot.
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Before I met P, I took one dosage of lsd, then got on the bus, and went to his house. When I got there, we walked around, and I took another. Didn't feel anything for an hour. Then I started to walk to to stores, as seeing I was hungry. I would wind up down on hills when the path to the stores was clearly on the sidewalk. The stones started getting metallic, and change shape and move around. The road would flow along, like a river. When I reached the store, a large grocery store, I bought some pepsi, and couldn't control my laughter. Everyone would look at me. I walked back, and onto this old, unused overhead crossing thing, and sat in the middle of it, above to moving traffic, and it would slowly bounce up and down, moving me along with it. Can't remember much to the point where I got on the bus. Everything was pixilated and vibrant with colour and love. People would talk to me, and I wouldnt hear them. I had to reply to the expression on their face.
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Through a whole bus ride of huge pupils and laughing, I got off, and walked home. EVERYTHING would move, change colour, and melt and distort, twist, warp, ETC.
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I got home, and my sister was getting drunk and listening to some strange pesi commercial techno music.
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Scared the shit out of me, and I went downstairs to my room.
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The lsd made everything do something. Or very holographic.
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One of the main focuses of my trip was the spectrum of music, colour, and emotion. The guitar is an example of the musical spectrum. The holiness of white light, mirrors, and everything. My posters would be sucked into a planes engine, or would make use of its overall surroundings.
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I had like, as I count, 15 different peaks, all diverse from eachother.
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Some were bad, like slugs crawling around my feet.
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I'd turn the light off, and listen to music with windowlight shining in, and I felt hypnotized and seeing things follwing the beat and rhythm of the music.
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I, or you, will feel insane and psychotic.
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And think unbelievable things.
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My friend, P, was this galactic magnum, that had force to do much, and take any shape or form. Which generally is metaphorically true, because he knows how to deal with a lot, and uses strange comedic characters to see peoples reactions and figure them out.
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The BAD parts of my trip, were total agony.
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Uncontrolable thoughts.
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I'd listen to music, and as spiders were crawling out of my chair, these HYPNOTIC trances would wave through me. Showing me traumus, and then mutilating, but the most powerful mind absorbed elevating thoughts.
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I saw everything.
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And my eyes started hurting.
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EVERYTHING IS ELEGANT, AND THERE IS NO RESISTING IT.
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And pot makes the peaks a lot more fun, and brings back the peaks after.
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Too much fun to be conceived.
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But, buyer beware, I didn't get to bed until 7 a.m.
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<!--I'd suggest being TRULY happy before doing it, like, dont' force youself to be happy. Be happy with what you have, and what you have to lose.-->
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ITs fun, but powerful.
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Mutilation is also a bad way to cross. My friend had given me a razor to administer the lsd, I didn't use it, but it unwound in my pocket, and stabbed my hand twice, and I didn't feel a thing.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 53770</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: Jan 2, 2020</td><td>Views: 774</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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About 2 months ago I took LSD for the first time in my life. It was dropped onto a sugar cube for intake. The LSD experience itself is not what I am writing about because I had a great time while on LSD, no bad tripping, smoked a lot of cannabis with friends and have a blast.
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It was after the LSD wore off that thing started getting bad. I typically smoked 3-5 grams of cannabis per day before taking the LSD, but after I was smoking constantly, nearly an OZ a day, without eating or sleeping for a week. I was in a constant state of disillusion and paranoia having no gripe on reality. My dad came over to check on me because my brothers said I had been acting weird. My memory of what transpired isn't all there, but he told me I acted normal for about 30 minutes then became acting completely bizarre. I remember handing out my front window and yelling at neighbors. I broke an expensive marijuana pipe in front of my dad, then helped him flush all my cannabis down the toilet.
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My dad took me to his house at this point, I don't remember how we got there, I just remember arriving. When I got there I acted normal for a bit of time before completely going off the deep end and attacking my father and step father. At which point the police were called and they got an ambulance to take me to the hospital. I spent the next week and a half in a mental institution I was forced to sign into or they would have court ordered me in. This whole experience leading me to become committed was very disturbing to me because it was like watching a movie from the inside of my body, I had no control over my thoughts, feelings, or actions.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 75386</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: Jan 2, 2020</td><td>Views: 1,095</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">Sleep Deprivation (140), Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Various (28), Post Trip Problems (8), Hangover / Days After (46), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)</td></tr>
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A Very Nice First Time
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Ok, here's my story.....
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After considering trying lsd for quite some time and researching it online<!-- Erowid--> until I felt ready, a good opportunity came up, so naturally I took it. I contacted an old friend, we'll call him Big J. Before I bought it he told me that it was really weak stuff, so I bought 2 hits, put me out 20 bucks, but I needed it fast and I didn't know when the next opportunity would arise.
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Since I normally have a very low tolerance to psychoactives (I can get fucked off 1-2 bowls of weed if I smoke it properly) I was very careful when taking it, I didn't want to get too fucked too fast, it was only my first time, so I took the first hit at about 8:50, then I waited, at about the 45 min mark, I definately felt different, I felt very light and almost giddy, but much different then weed giddy. It felt like every object had its own gravity and was pulling me in every different direction. At about the hour and a half mark, I felt like I wasn't high enough yet, so I took the second hit, then a bit later in a much more acid induced state I drank a lot of juice and then ate an orange.
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At the peak of the trip I was feeling very good, it was the cleanest feeling high I had ever felt, I wasn't burdened by the weight that seems to come with THC and alcohol. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">it was the cleanest feeling high I had ever felt, I wasn't burdened by the weight that seems to come with THC and alcohol.</div></div> I didn't have any very intense visuals, the most noticable being my friends dog all of a sudden having bright green eyes, at first I thought it was light reflecting in them, but I noticed that if I moved around it didn't change, I was really enjoying this until she snapped at a passing fly and scared the bejeesus out of me, then she snapped at it again, so left the room wanting to avoid a bad trip, later on I came back and fed the dog some pizza to make myself realize it was ok.
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Another interesting aspect was that I was 'feeling' things I saw, for example, if something moved fairly fast, I felt a surge of energy run through all my limbs, with made the fighting scenes in the Matrix very fun. Also, whenever I closed my eyes I had a suble vision of an eye with a dilating pupil staring at me, I had this every time I blinked until the lsd wore off, eventually it became expected and almost natural. One time I closed my eyes for a bit to see where it went, it went somewhere, I can't remember it exactly, but I do remember it turning ito a flower with long woman legs with high heels on at one point in the visual.
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All in all, despite the low potency of the acid, it turned out to be good first trip, something to get me used to the feeling without the more intense parts of acid.<!-- End Body -->
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">15 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/mirtazapine/">Pharms - Mirtazapine</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(daily)</b></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">4 hits</td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">140 lb</td>
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I had tripped numerous times before, at doses ranging from 50 to 200 ug. I was in love with acid, taking it about every three to twelve weeks. My experiences were almost completely positive and life-affirming. After the initial weirdness of coming down I had always felt more integrated in life, more motivated and curious to learn and interact with people.
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About two weeks before the event I had started taking 15 mg of mirtazapine daily. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">About two weeks before the event I had started taking 15 mg of mirtazapine daily.</div></div> Taking acid in this situation was probably a serious mistake. I had been somewhat depressed for at least six months, but I had absolutely no conscious intention of committing suicide.
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My last couple of trips had been slightly underwhelming and I was craving for a stronger experience, something I could really call a breakthrough. So, being free of all obligations for two days and having woken after a night of good sleep, I decided to take four tabs. My boyfriend B took the same dose.
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The come up was slightly dizzying. My thoughts started going into places and directions that don't exist when sober. I sat on the balcony, accompanied only by an orange, an easel and paints. I remember picturing about our (mine and the orange's) common ancestry and wondering whether we had succeeded in the game of evolution. The orange looked wrinkly and imperfect, from which I reasoned that I must be a low-ranked individual within my species, and the stronger alpha humans had picked the prettier oranges. I was still aware of myself and took these thoughts with a grain of salt and was amused by their oddity.
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T + 2-3 hours. No visuals worth mentioning showed up, and the paints didn't inspire me, so I gave up on the idea and returned inside. B and I used a couple of capsules of nitrous, which deepened the trip. We decided to have sex to ease the feeling of otherness. We didn't speak. I slowly got more and more disconnected from myself, my personality and conscious mind. We stopped to get a drink of water. B spilled some on the bed and started freaking out, saying the damage would cost millions to repair. I was confused, the panic was contagious. Glancing at the window, I saw glimpses of helicopters in the sky. Suddenly my brain was one-track and allowed no interruptions. The first thing that came into my head was the thought I accepted as gospel truth, and the normal background analysis - thinking about thinking - was gone.
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I forgot who I was and that I had taken acid. All I knew was that I was in big fucking trouble. They, with a capital T, were after me and if they caught me my life was effectively over. This crushing feeling of what-have-I-done dominated my consciousness. I kept trying to look for signs that this was a dream and I would soon wake up from the nightmare.
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The apartment was no longer a safe place. The fact that there were knifes in the kitchen drawers terrified me. Neither could I trust B - he seemed to have turned into a dangerous and unpredictable stranger. I fled into the stairway (naked of course). B and I exchanged some words for a moment - he kept repeating how much this all was going to cost and how much his family and ancestors (?) would be shamed.
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T + 5 hours (judging by the time the ambulance arrived). Despaired, I started ascending the stairs. I climbed to the roof and jumped. I crashed on concrete after falling about 65 feet.
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I survived the fall but spent nearly three months hospitalized. I went in looking for spiritual rebirth but got a physical one instead: I had to re-learn almost everything. Sitting upright, controlling bodily functions, finally walking. I wanted a life-changing experience and got more than I asked for.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jan 13, 2020</td><td>Views: 2,006</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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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">125 lb</td>
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It wasn't until this summer, the summer after my freshman year of college, that I experienced a psychedelic drug. I am very experienced with marijuana and cocaine, and I had taken ecstasy once. I had tripped on DXM (Coricidin Cough &amp; Cold) twice before, with the first time being a pleasant little ride and the second being an insane but awesome trip. But the idea of psychoactive drugs and psychonauts fascinates me, so I wanted something more.
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A friend obtained 2 hits of acid for me. I knew I was finally in the right stage of my life to take it and not lose my mind, so I decided that I had to do it soon, otherwise I probably wouldn't do it. So I went to her house one Thursday night, took 2 hits, and told her I'd see her (in a mental sense) later. I was the only one on any kind of drug.
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It wasn't long at all before I felt a slight buzz. I started to get a little confused. My friend (we'll call her R) turned off all the lights and put in the movie 'Across the Universe.' The movie is tripped out by itself, but under the influence was the most beautiful and fascinating thing I had ever seen. I didn't watch all of it intently, because I was also busy clawing at the carpet and having pleasant conversation with R and chain smoking cigarettes, but I saw beautiful colors spilling out of the TV screen onto the carpet, like paint spilling out of a can.
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Then I laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling. This incredible and indescribable buzz rolled through me in waves like orgasms over and over again. I could not stop smiling. I felt like I was healing myself of all the emotional trauma I had ever been through. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I could not stop smiling. I felt like I was healing myself of all the emotional trauma I had ever been through.</div></div> R asked me what I was thinking, and I told her I was having a chat with Timothy Leary.
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I looked at a coat rack covered with purses, and the purses turned into wax dripping onto the floor. A tapestry of elephants hanging on the wall started flowing in the nonexistent breeze, and the tribal elephants started dancing around in circles. They were happy little elephants.
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I sat up to light another cigarette. By this time, the room was completely dark except for a lit candle. I fumbled for my lighter in the dark and flicked the switch, and a spark left this incredible glowing trail in the darkness. I kept flicking on my lighter over and over again before lighting my cigarette, and then waving the cigarette around to see the trailing light of the burning end.
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R left the room for a moment to go get a snack and a beer. I saw a stuffed sock monkey laying on the floor, and it totally creeped me out, so I quit looking at it. I then fumbled for my cell phone laying on the floor. The glowing buttons were swaying all over the place and it took me forever to find the number of a radio station which I thought would let me speak with Timothy Leary. Go figure. The phone rang and rang into a dark and endless abyss, and I knew he was probably tripping balls over on the Other Side.
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So I said, out loud, 'thank you, Timothy Leary' (as you can see, I am fascinated with him) and at the very moment his name came out of my mouth, a gnat started buzzing by my ear. Then I stared at the ceiling, and I was suddenly inside a glowing neon blue line that was smaller than a needle. But I was inside it. I turned my head to the right and saw a wall of glowing neon green, and that was The Known. I slowly turned my head to the left and saw a wall of glowing neon yellow, which was The Unknown. I jumped out of the blue line and buried myself in it, swirling and dancing in The Other Side.
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R came back and I got up to use the restroom. Walking was pretty difficult, but not impossible. I used the restroom and washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I suddenly felt every speck of dirty and dust and germ on my body. Blemishes and pores on my face looked grotesque, and my pupils were overtaking my entire eyes. I looked creepy as hell, and I knew that if I looked at myself any longer, I would freak out, so I left and laid back down on the floor.
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The rest of the time (I have no recollection of how many hours this all took place) was spent of me laying on floor, smoking cigs, talking to R, and pondering life and existence and thinking of some of the most mind boggling things imaginable, but I cannot remember them now. I remembered memories from childhood. I walked down hallways with millions of sparkling crystal chandeliers. I eventually fell asleep around 9 AM, about 9 hours after I had taken the acid, and I had really pleasant dreams. I woke up about 2 hours later, feeling like I had traveled eternity that night.
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The experience is something I still think about quite often. I did travel to grand places. I know nothing can top this first experience, but I cannot wait to try it again.
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Thank you, Timothy Leary.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 73720</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jan 16, 2020</td><td>Views: 704</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">90 mg</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="80" class="bodyweight-amount">135 lb</td>
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Mindset &amp; setting:
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2 very close friends I had already had MDMA with, 3 other friends, who each had some different substance experience, but not this exact one I think. We had the whole cold winter day layed out for staying indoors, and had quite carefully decided and prepared for a candy flip (substances ready, water, chewing gum, rules of conduct, music playlists). Everybody seemed relaxed, looking forward to it and curious. We have a good breakfast around 9 am.
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Trip:
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So we start taking LSD papercuts at noon.
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Onset LSD:
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after 20 minutes we are all a bit giddy, start walking around, talking stupid shit and having fun with it, one guy who‘s walking around nonstop mentions a sort of visual blur, one guy is amazed at how much he feels like doing gymnastics. I mostly feel a bit more activated and air-headed, and pretty amused.
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Time passes by very slowly, yet we make it past an hour and add the MDMA. And we have quite the trouble with it, as our fine-motoric skills have started going down. I have been taking a few notes, for the last 10 minutes under quite some effort.
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Enter onset MDMA:
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The mood gets more exciting and more relaxed (hard to describe), our focus shifts from just looking at stuff more to music. I like dancing so I get into that a bit too. Everything starts to look and as if its dancing itself. I am too distracted to keep track of time or take notes anymore.
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Interaction and peak:
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So I start tripping heavy, first I get a blur too, as if everything was a bit pixelated and made out of red, green, and yellow components like on TV screens, moving my hand creates an afterimage. Then I get vivid hallucinations of colorful fractal geometry flashing into the actual view of my friends moving around in a dim room and finally cuddling and beginning to lay down.
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But it seems something is working differently for me than the others. Beyond this point I get suspicious and don‘t like the sensation of my ego crumbling. The whole world becomes my introspection playground and my friends turn into embodiments of my subconscious having a chat with each other and me <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">my friends turn into embodiments of my subconscious having a chat with each other and me</div></div> (and what the fuck are these embodiments doing and saying? How is this supposed to be me?).
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At a certain drug interaction peak, after overcoming quite some doubts actually I do believe every trip is some sort of conspiracy:
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Potential bad trip warning:
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##Everyone interested in tripping is a „lost child“ of some sorts, and all trip sessions are just small instances of a bigger plan to help them „overcome their weaknesses“ and choose their path, of course this time I happened to be the „chosen one“, the center of the spiral of which the others appear to be both pawns and instigators.
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So in my mind there were only 2 ways this could end: either me „becoming one“ with the others, engaging in what seemed like mind-numbing druggy hedonism and degeneracy, embracing the good, the bad, not caring anymore and finally losing myself completely (Is this hell itself?) - or standing up against it, struggling for the barrier between me and the world, good and bad, and „facing my problems head on“.
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I did the latter, both because I was scared and genuinely felt it was the right thing to do. But it was a tough fight (one friend mentioned the next day that I must have been tripping hard as I stood there shaking back and forth as if to decide whether to drop into their human pool or not). I think I managed to mumble a few motivational sentences like „We‘re all gonna make it out of it“ and before giving in I even got everybody to get up and disperse a little instead of drowning in a heap of flesh. I felt victorious for a moment, but I also had a lingering gloomy mood the whole trip because I couldn‘t „come out of the closet“ or really let everything go and become one, and according to myself made the trip worse for everybody###
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So that scared me off a bit from the cuddly effects of MDMA, and has me keep to myself and dancing more than the others (which 2 of them notice during the afternoon), but after a while I have calmed down and join in the „love drug“ of endless rotation of bodies <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">after a while I have calmed down and join in the „love drug“ of endless rotation of bodies</div></div>, sometimes splitting into groups of 2 or 3 (working way better imo). I also take off my glasses (2,5 diopters).
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After I can only estimate 2 hours the MDMA mellows and LSD becomes more prominent in terms of visuals. I lie and sit around a lot with my eyes closed bobbing and swinging my head. I now enjoy this music playing a lot, and can see all sorts of patterns moving.
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Cooldown:
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After hours of laying, sometimes walking around, and vibing out, our minds begin to clear up a bit, one guy goes to barf twice in the course of the evening, everyone goes to take a never-ending piss. My focus shifts to visuals again, everything is pixely, especially things I couldn't see sharp without my glasses, and I cannot tell details of many things. I try drinking juice+water instead of water, but this is still too much for me.
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Afterglow:
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At around 8 pm, they start watching a movie, but I am still kind of too much in the trip zone to concentrate on a movie. Rather than that, my hunger returns, so I have a glass of milk+water and a snack, after another 40 minutes I am then capable of sitting down and watching along, but I need sunglasses as the bright screen is hurting my eyes.
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Effects of both substances wear down gradually. Only when I close my eyes I still see slight visuals (even 2 days after).
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I go to sleep like midnight. I have some troubles falling asleep, but the next morning I feel comparably refreshed. Sleep quality was alright, can‘t recall any dreams.
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Takeaways:
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Interesting combination, it‘s helpful to stay cool and be prepared, I am curious about LSD on its own.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 113980</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jan 20, 2020</td><td>Views: 2,981</td></tr>
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I tripped on acid on a saturday night with my boyfriend, another couple and a friend of ours whose boyfriend was babysitting us.
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So we got into my friends car with our friend, J and took it at 1 AM, after which we drove to the beach. We all sat around talking on a blanket in front of the water and said we weren't sure if it was kicking it but something seemed 'different' which is when K and I began feeling energized, while Z said he felt nauseous. While Z was laying on the blanket, K and I did cartwheels and ran down the beach laughing and commenting on how we felt like we were regaining our childhood.
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Before we felt it really kick in, J's boyfriend came and decided to babysit us, so that J could trip too.
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After the nausea passed, Z suggested we do this thing his uncle suggested where we stare at the headlights of a car and then look at the sky.. Upon which, it looked like the trees and sky were on fire... The headlights really set off my visuals.. At first I kept seeing the sunrise over and over upon itself on the horizons of different cities around the world.. And then I was seeing ufo's breaking through the clouds, the stars were turning blue, yellow and red and taking turns dropping into the ocean, and then I kept seeing little eiffel towers with peace signs behind them in the sky.
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Z and I had amazing conversation all night... K and I had fun doing cartwheels and running around with glowsticks. C thought he was Dionyssus, the god that brings fire from the gods to man ('Think about it man, I brought you acid! I bring you fire!').. And for awhile K kept proclaiming that she was Aphrodite. Which is when she looked at me deadserious and goes 'I want to be a drug addict. I never want to be sober again!' and ran off like a madman with her pink glowstick. For awhile, I really thought she was Glenda the Good Witch and kept telling her so.
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There were a couple times when I sat on the beach, letting the water wash over me and I thought I was going to melt into it, and all of existence and eternity. Talk about Zen moments where I am one with the universe. I feel like that often, especially at the beach at night, but not that intensely.
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Then we sat quietly and watched the sun come up talking about various introspective, philosophical things, after which the orangy moss was turning pink for me the longer I starred at it.. And while that happened I kept seeing cities and angels in the clouds and kept thinking a chariot was going to fly across the sun... Then Z and I went on an adventure, exploring and climbing over rocks and coral.
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After that, the 5 of us went to get breakfast, still tripping somewhat, just laughing our asses off at everything... Then we went through a car wash, blaring 'Daytripper' (The Beatles have it right man.) and singing Beatles songs the whole way home.
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Overall, it was a great trip.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 54587</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: Jan 22, 2020</td><td>Views: 663</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 tablets</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 class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/tobacco/">Tobacco - Cigarettes</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">inhaled</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/nitrous/">Nitrous Oxide</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</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="90" align="right"> T+ 7:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">125 mg</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="80" class="bodyweight-amount">225 lb</td>
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I had been planning this day, in multiple ways, on and off for the last month. It was the second day of a 3-day festival in the pacific northwest, and known to be the day for ingestion of psychedelics.
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T-0130: My fiancee and I woke up, we were staying in a friends place only a block away from this festival, and prepared ourselves using our usual morning routine, which involves lazing about and checking e-mail.
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T-0100: A (my fiancee) and I wander over and into the festival, and get in line for the free meal of the day, and subsequently, eat the meal.
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T:0000: After a brief discussion and assesment of our moods (everything is A-Ok and ready for take-off), we each take two hits of blotter acid reportedly from San Francisco. At this point, I had vague apprehensions about the trip, as while I have a fairly lengthy history with an assortment of psychedelics, in all of those times, it'd never been at a Festival.
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At this point, we puttered around the place, ran into friends, and passed the time. My usual pre-trip jitters were in full swing, but nothing worrisome (i.e., no nausea).
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T+0100: We run into a particularly close friend who wanted to smoke, so we loaded up chillum and passed that around. Soon after we parted ways, and A and I found some comfortable roots under a tree and broke out the whippets and cracker.
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At this point, the effects of the LSD were hardly being felt, if being felt at all, but there were close to the point of being readily recognizable.
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T+0115: The whippets changed everything. Their audio distortion lasted far longer than usual and was far more varied. At this point it started raining, and while it wasn't distressing, we knew we didn't want to stay out in the rain and get soaked this early in the day. The trip had begun to take hold in a far more tangible manner, but we were still a good way off from the peak.
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T+0130: We made our way back to our friend's apartment. Along the way we ran into a vaque acquaintance who claimed to have 'eaten 100 hits of acid in the last 24 hours.' A and I nodded and told them that was nice, and then continued walking. When we got to the apartment we started laughing and talked at length about how unjoyable that amount of acid sounds, how it seems more likely to be doing acid for the sake of being a revolutionary-visionary more than anything else, etc. Our conversation winded through our usual topics of narration and meta-narration until we decided to put on music.
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One of our favorite games we play when we trip is to put A's iPod on shuffle and each take one of the headphones, and just let conversation flow about whatever the music is or inspired our thoughts, etc. Eventually a Fats Dominoe track comes up, and I grab my friend's (who was at the festival at this point) bass and start playing along. After the song ends we decide its time for a change of locales, so we go to my friend's secluded porch.
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T+0200: Out on the porch, the trip changed considerably. Nature was appearant in her full glory, with the emerald green of the grass being contrasted with the grey of the rain and coulds, with dark brown trees growing and shifting everywhere. Needless to say, watching nature is always peaceful during a trip and makes for a good breather.
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We lit our cigarettes, and started talking, while we loaded up the crackers and began the second round of whippets. We did 2 each again, and their effects were even more noticable then previously, and the audio distortion lasted longer, coming and going for the next eight hours. We postulated that all our brains needed is the knowledge of how something effects it to replicate it, especially when tripping.
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After the mental slowing of the nitrous wore off (+2m?), I got the bass back out while A picked up a banjo. After a foray into the wonderful world of tuning through harmonics, we began to jam. Now, A doesn't play banjo or bass, but damn, it was fun. We ended up playing non-stop for the better part of an hour, at various points just drumming on the banjo and talking over the beat, or scraping the strings to produce ethereal noises, etc. The instruments became our toys, and it was fun.
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T+300: The acid is in full effect now, and while less visually stimulating than usual, has the headtrip and just general trippiness that acid possesses. E, the friend who lives in the apartment we were staying at this weekend, showed up, and seeing our states, decided to dose himself and his roomate, L, on some of his private stash of reportedly 500 microgram blotter, one hit each for them. The four of us smoked a bowl, and A and I moved back inside.
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We ended up getting on a computer and drawing messages to each other using MSPaint. I ended up writing on one something along the lines of 'Attention Attention, this is a PSA, the mothership has landed.' A took over the computer and drew 'A + B', and I added in a '= C' which we pondered for a while until we decided to keep our eyes open for this mystical C, whatever form it may take.
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T+0400:
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Now that the sun has come out, we head back to the festival with E and L, taking A's dog along with us (we brought the dog with us to the apartment). When we reach the edge, E and L go off to meet with a few friends and come up in their own way, and A and I end up taking the dog around while we walk over to a burritostand.
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Initally things are ok, just weird, but soon bad vibrations begin to creep in on all fronts. A and I both pick up on this, as we walk by people whose brains, at 5:30 in the afternoon, are already completely fried, and more people like the aforementioned acid-hero who are just beyond words or, if talking, completely creepy.
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Eventually we run into one of A's friends, one who has been traveling for the last six months. The dog takes this stop in walking as a great time to take a shit. A, being unprepared for this, goes off to find a plastic baggie, while I talk with A's friend. She's drunk, and begins making random busy talk with me. At this point, the dog, completely unuse to the number of people around, the food and beverage spilled everywhere, begins to strain frantically on the leash. A's friend begins to comment on how this is a terrible dog who is completely misbehaved, but I just nod a long and stare off into space. A returns, cleans up the shit, and listens to her friends berating for awhile, before she excuses us, and we leave.
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A's friend's criticisms didn't stop our trip at all, but just made A mad until the problem was talked about. We decided the dog was fine, and completely within her right to freak out in such a setting, especially as she was a 4 month old puppy at the time.
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We eventually make it to the burrito stand, and get a burrito each. This really brings everything back down to earth, and we take the dog back to the apartment and eat our burritos listening to quiet music. We're still tripping hard, but we feel like we're over the hump.
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T+0500: E and L show back up, and they tell us we *need* to go see the sunset with them. We agree that it's a good idea, and end up amassing a large group of close friends who trudge up to a pair of west facing bleachers and we watch the sun and a couple of bowls between the 8 of us. At this point, the events of the day are winding down while the events of the night are being prepared for, so their was a large lull across the lands. A, E, L and I made for a picnic table, and established it as our base camp. We had a long psychedelic conversation and smoked cigarettes for a long while. We see other friends, and generally just enjoy the dusk.
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T+0700: A and I decide it's time to take the MDMA. We both pop our capsules, and go return to the picnic table. Everyone decides its time to get moving again, so we all make our separate ways.
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T+0745: A and I are sitting in a dark room filled with glow paint and UV lightning and decide to use our last two whippets. The whippets produced the most spectacular trails I've ever experienced, and A commented that 'she understands why ravers like glow sticks so much'. We left the dark room and went to the amphitheater that had been set up for a glow-stick performance. This is an annual tradition at the festival, where a group of people would attach a suit of glowsticks to themselves and go through a play with prerecorded audio. We watched for five minutes, and enjoyed what we saw, but got bored and restless from standing in a very cold field, and wandered back to the dark room and ran into a friend and had yet another psychedelic conversation. The MDMA was really beginning to kick in at about +0800, and our conversation became filled with empathy.
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The glowstick performance is over, and we catch the end of it where a mass of helium filled balloons are let off from the middle of the audience and glow sticks are thrown through the air. The feeling of jubilation that radiates out of the audience is more enjoyable than the visual spectacle that is being created. The audience moves enmasse to another part of the festival, where a countdown from 100 is started. At 0, every cheers, and is showered with inflatable balls. Everyone begins to throw these balls up in the air, and a similar feeling is created, but even more intense as the only reason the balls are able to maintain their popcorn flight paths is because of the participation of the audience.
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We're getting physically exhausted, and make our way back to E's and L's apartment. They arrive just after us, and slowly, a long string of our friends wanders through, including one of my closest friends, S. Everyone begins to smoke pot in earnest, while S and I go out to the porch to smoke a cigarette. He has taken shrooms earlier in the day, but we ended up talking for awhile before his cell rang and he had to go to meet his girlfriend.
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When he left he said I'm sorry I can stay more, and then we both started telling each other how glad we are to know each other and we both ended up with tears in our eyes. Psychedelics always play with my emotions heavily like that, but never so intense is the MDMA and LSD combination proved to be.
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The rest of the evening was quiet and filled with cigarettes and the Life Aquatic until A and I passed out in the early hours of dawn, at roughly T+1500.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 53476</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: Jan 26, 2020</td><td>Views: 730</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Combinations (3), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" align="right">DOSE:<br> T+ 0:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:15</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> </td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:10</td>
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<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="90" align="right"> T+ 3:20</td>
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<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">198 lb</td>
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Note: Driving while under the influence is VERY unsafe, and I do not advise anyone to try it.
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I started my evening with two of my trustworthy friends with the usual evening by smoking about two bowls of cannabis to calm the nervousness of my second phycadelic expierence, my first one was awful and the closest I've ever been to death.
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T: 0:00
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My friend N split the three tabs. I put my tab on my tounge, tasteless, which gave my two good friends the okay to put theirs on their tounge. We sat for about 40 minutes before we had to leave our safe place, consumed about 3 bowls of cannabis during this sitting.
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T: 20:00
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I'm sitting in my safe place, which is a very odd spot, one of the most elevated spots in the county I live in, and I start to feel this overcoming feeling of someone else being in my head, I'm very unsure of this certain presence I feel. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text"> I start to feel this overcoming feeling of someone else being in my head, I'm very unsure of this certain presence I feel.</div></div> He seems kind of like an odd individual talking to me in my thoughts. Kind of playing tricks with my head.
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T:35:00
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My friend N tells me to turn the headlights on our car on, so I did. Being in the spot we were in, it was the middle of the night, and with the headlights on you could literally see the clouds we were in. I looked at the sky, and I began to see nothing but a sky filled with very large clam shells to my discription. I oddly feel this presence in my head tricking me again, with the constant dangerous, very paranoid feeling.
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T: 0:45
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My friends and I left our safe place, knowing our next destination was another safe place. About a mile or two down the road, my friend C asked if we could possibly stop at the closest open store, so we stop at the local dollar store. He tells us he will probably be a second, sick. As he goes in, my friend N and I are sitting in our car, and we start to discuss how we were feeling. He tells me he has a certain presence in his head too. I then describe the presence in my head as a wizard playing mind games. He describes his as a joker. Before my friend C made it back to the car, my friend N had already gotten out of our car, feeling like he was going to vomit, but being in public he didn't.
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T: 55:00
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My friends and I were cruising talking, joking around as usual. My friend N said something that made me feel a little frustrated, so as usual, I let out a really high pitch scream. We get to the end of the road we were on, conversation stopped, since I had screamed like I did I had been feeling this joker back in my head, and really fucking with me this time. I told my friend N that something was wrong, he said I know, you screamed as we were passing the cemetery back there. We still had about 8 more miles until we reached our safe place.
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T: 1:15
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We reached our safe place, as we were sitting there outside in the woods, I leave my lights on. As I'm packing a bowl of high grade cannabis, I start to lose feeling in my fingertips and the little buds start to feel like cotton balls. We start to smoke, and I literally do not get any kind of high off of this cannabis. Very very very odd. And I start to feel him back again. I soon come to realization that this presence in fact is a joker of some sort, and he has a very hefty bag of tricks to play with me tonight.
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T: 1:45
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We decide to take a trip down to the closest river access to us, one of the most unique ones where the Indians back in the 1940's lived. I grew up very close to an older lady that used to live 50 feet from the river when she was younger and I heard many many stories about the place. I have Choctaw and Cherokee Indian in my blood, so keep this in mind.
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T: 2:00
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We enter the gravel road leading to the river. I see an owl, in a tree on the left side of the road. This owl is staring at me, and I barely catch him in my field of vision as we pass. About 1/4 mile down the gravel we nearly hit a fully white rabbit crossing the road.
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Smoking another bowl of cannabis that none of us will feel but we still smoke because we want to reach some high, if at all possible. I sat there thinking in my own head for a good minute, freaking out over thoughts that this joker is playing in my head and had been since 20 minutes after I placed the tab on my tongue. My friend N gets my attention to ask me how I'm feeling, this time I felt he was in deep concern. I told him I felt like someone was in my head really making me worry about the small things that shouldn't matter, also the welfare of my loved ones. He then asks me to describe all I can of this wizard or joker playing his bag of tricks. I discribed him as a figure who can't be figured out because he hides his identity quite well. When I relax and close my eyes for a second, I see him as an individual who wears a cape, probably holding a cloak of some sort, and he knows his mind games quite well. My friend C replied to me and says that he feels a presence quite similar, but possibly more of a demonic individual in his head. My friend N freaks out, looking at the two of us, and tells us both in all seriousness and mentions that he'd been feeling an overcoming feeling as if it was a demonic figure in his head too, but it had only been happening since I screamed while passing the cemetery.
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T: 3:00
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Leaving the river access I felt this overcoming presence of a lost loved one, my grandfather (who was a son of a leader of a Cherokee Indian tribe in 1938). I felt like this bag of tricks was being thrown at me by my grandfather who was a very abusive, cruel man.
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3:20
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We arrived at our safe place. Began smoking a few bowls of wasted cannabis. I began feeling this awful feeling of worry that I need to be at my house, checking on my loved ones I had been worrying about, but I stayed a little while because I did not want to drive in public while tripping in fear of the first time I tried that. I closed my eyes for a second, slipping into almost a vivid dream state of mind, I visit this presence that has been taking over my mind in person, he is a man with a red mask, he calls himself the joker, he appears a weak minded man with a very impulsive mindset, one to break an individuals barriers in their head between imagination and reality. He seems very real, and before I leave my nearly one minute visit with this man, he does not forget to remind me that he will always be here.
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T: 4:00
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I dropped my friend C off at his house,
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and I was dropping my friend N off back at his truck as we were departing for our trip home. I start to worry about my friend N and his attempt to depart home while possibly still tripping. I feel like this horrible presence I brought into our trip could potentially harm him. I do not want to leave him, but I had to at some point. Very very stomach aching feeling at this point, worrying more and more every second..
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T: 4:20
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I'm on the interstate on my way home, and the lights on 18-wheelers seem to mess with my eyes. As I make it closer to the town I have to cross through to my route home, I worry about my friend N more and more. I feel as if I'm being watched this entire time, not sure by who or what. Paranoia.
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T: 4:50
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I make it to my home, call my friend N, he made it home safe. I lay in my bed, the overcoming feeling of the presence is gone but he is still fiddle farting with my racing mind. My folks were very upset when I arrive home but I made my straight shot to my room to avoid interaction. I jotted down some pointless things on a piece of paper to help clear my head.
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T: 5:00
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I enter my living room where my grandmother's boyfriend was sitting, he asked why I was in so late, and began yelling at me. As he was yelling at me, I felt like I was going to pass out smooth on the floor. I was still tripping on LSD, and this angry man was yelling in my face. I told him that I could not talk to him, I do not feel good and I paced to my room.
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T: 5:45
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I find myself laying in my bed. I feel a little better, finally coming back from my trip so I decided to relax, and I finally fell asleep after about 3 hours of thinking and writing.
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<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><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2017</td><td width="90">ExpID: 110577</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Feb 11, 2020</td><td>Views: 696</td></tr>
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Acid Test
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Having had a lot of experience with LSD, including large doses. I decided to test a drop of liquid that a friend had recently required. I've taken seven drops of liquid before and having had experience of different bottles I thought I would be ok for the ride.
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I took the drop and sat back to relax at my friends house, there was some Ketamine going and I took a line as I was a bout to come up. About 10 mins in I went to the toilet and the white walls already had full-on fractal patterns moving across them. I just realized that I had consumed an extremely large dose of a bottle that definitely need watering down!
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I proceeded to leave my friends house and stagger across town to a pub where we were meeting friends. I used to stay in my house when tripping, unless I was somewhere safe like the countryside. I think this was a mistake walking around a city ski hi. Anyway getting to the noisy pub was rather unpleasant, my mind was making it's own speech out of all the different conversations and It started making it's own voices. People kept talking to me and I couldn't make out what they where saying.
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I was still riding it at this stage, when it was suddenly closing time, I knew this was a bad sign as it seemed I had only just got there, I should have been leveling out yet I was still coming up. I left the pub and my friend got all heavy on me, he warned me that I was heading for a bad trip and that he had been where I had (not a very nice thing to say although to be fair I was so out of it I might have imagined him saying it.
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I went onto the party and things got from bad to worse, I started walking home convinced that I was going to die. A close friend walked me back and I honestly thought he was Satan. This is odd as I am not christian, anyway I seriously thought I was Christ walking through the desert with my friend was satan trying to trick me. I got home and walked into my house, it was dark and I new that when I goto my room I was going to die. I ran out onto the street screaming and my friend came back. I thought everything he asked me was a test to see if I would goto heaven or hell. It was like I was trapped inside a maze within my mind with every thought relating to my bad trip and eternal damnation.
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By this stage the sun had come back up, I went for a walk and noticed that the moon was still in the ski. I finally had a realization that reality was not the dichotomy of good and evil as in my bad trip and that I simply existed like the moon in the ski. I had managed to break through of the loop in which my thoughts had been running and relax once again into the universe.
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In a way I think I learnt more about myself from my one bad trip than all my pleasurable things. In a quest for knowledge it's important to accept that some of the best lessons aren't easy to swallow.
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Hey at least I can say I was a Liquid Acid Guineia pig<!-- 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 15, 2020</td><td>Views: 1,028</td></tr>
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Well this story started with my fascination with hallucinogens back in high school. I always read about this stuff in health class, and thought ' hey it'll be just like a video game, or TV' .wrong. Back then I backyard wrestled, and the name Drake came up. My persona Drake was a bad guy. simple. plain. to the point. Any ways I wasn't in the greatest of spirits, girlfriend dumped me, lost my job, yadda. So I heard about the acid, and thought why not? I did a lot of studying, mostly <!--from this site-->online, and purchased 2 hits from a friends friend.
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I thought I should have someone to watch me that night in case of bad trippiness. I took both hits at 6:30 and waited. My friend and I were watching Harry Potter (I thought this would work well due to the rated PG ness) I waited to well over 9:30 PM, and nothing had happened. I was confused. I said, ' aw screw it, just bring me home.' I thought I had been screwed out of the night. I borrowed 'interview with a vampire' from him and was dropped off home. As soon as I walked into my room I knew something was wrong. The walls looked funny, like they were breathing. I dismissed it as quickly as I saw it, and put in the video. The movie drew me in so well that I couldn't see the edges of the TV. Everything felt like it was real, 3 D, like I was looking through a window. The introspectiveness of the movie got to me, and I had started thinking about everything that had happened in my life. It was like I had watched it like I watched the movie, through a window. My body split into two. I was stuck watching myself fighting my wrestling ego 'Drake'. My heart raced, and I became all sweaty.It wasn't till then I realized that the movie was over...and this was a long movie. I think something like 2- 2 1/2 hours? At that point, shaken by what I had seen, I walked downstairs to use the bathroom. Everything looked fine till I looked at myself in the mirror. It is kind of hard to explain what I saw. First off the mirror looked like a pool of water. The center of the water was repeatedly rippling to the outside. However within all the choppiness I saw Drake staring at me smiling. He knew I was weak, that I still was upset over the girlfriend dumping me, still upset over my lost job. I ignored him and went back upstairs. Now I cannot describe any visuals I may have had the due to the lights being off. This trip was 100% introspective. I tried falling asleep, but could not. Eventually like I had not just watched the movie, I put the Damn thing back in. Over the course of the movie I hated myself. I hated Drake, and Drake had taken over. I was squirming back and forth wanting to kill Drake...scratching myself, and biting myself. It was bad. Then once again realized the movie was over. It was now 6 in the morning. I tried going to sleep again, and nothing worked. I was now pissed. I was tired, pissed at myself, and had work that day. The sun rose and I looked outside. It was beautiful. I sat there for a half an hour watching it. I tried to atone for all the bad things in life, hoping it would get rid of Drake. That didn't work. He knew it.
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There was no sleep that day... and I went into work. Close friends knew there was something wrong, and I told them that I didn't get any sleep. No one knew that from then till now I have been fighting with an alter ego. However on a good note, I have heard about obtaining more acid. With the next trip planned in mind, I plan to kill the ego of 'Drake'. I have studied and have been practicing on meditation, and I plan to fix myself. Although it was obviously such a difficult experience, I don't think LSD is bad. It had shown me something that I needed to see. Now the cause is now the cure, so I hope. I'm sure there will be an update.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2006</td><td width="90">ExpID: 67943</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Feb 18, 2020</td><td>Views: 892</td></tr>
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This was my second time doing LSD. We went up to a cabin that my friends had on a lake to do molly and coke with whatever we had. A couple of my friends left to go pick up the drugs it was my buddy I and his gf.
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We started talking about LSD cause I had just tripped (200ug) for my first time a month prior (keep in mind my first time doing LSD I took half a bar of xanax so I wouldn't have a bad trip). I was talking about how amazing it was. My friend then says hey I got some tabs in my wallet that I don't think I'm going to do want them? The stupid person I was I said hell yeah thinking it would go as good as my first trip (boy was I wrong) so I took them 10 mins later.
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Our friends came back with coke and molly. I did a line of coke thinking fuck it I'll be good. About 30mins later I started tripping it was pretty chill just staring at the ceiling of the cabin. My friends give me some banter not a big deal used to just them giving me a hard time and fucking around. Then it was time for us to leave prob like 3am at this point. So I get in the car in the back seat I can't see the road which I think was the main problem for this bad trip. We are out in the middle of nowhere it's raining the driver had like a drink or two which gave me anxiety. <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> Mixed with everything else I remember time slowing down in my head I had thought we crashed into a tree or something. I remember looking around the car with the music skipping. I started thinking to myself holy fucking shit this is what death feels like saw all my friends moaning in agony around me I felt a warm sticky substance on my neck which I though was blood and my ribs felt like they were broken. I sat there and thought to myself we are in the middle of nowhere no help is coming.
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I started thinking about how I've done nothing with my life <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I started thinking about how I've done nothing with my life</div></div> (18 at the time fresh out of high school). I was scared and left with so much regret and resentment towards myself for not doing anything with my life. That just kept repeating over and over again in my head it felt like hours years even. Until I finally took a breath, the thing around my neck was just my grandmother's necklace which I almost ripped off. I gasped for air told my friend to pull over which he did stood out of the car with my hands on my head. I looked around <!-- the looked at friends--> and said did we just fucking crash they looked at me in shock replied how hard are you tripping bro. I was liking pretty fucking hard you have no clue what I just experienced. Funny enough 2 of my friends who wanted to do LSD that night for the first time and I bought it for them were in that town which was an hour drive away from where we lived. My buddy was trip sitting so I called him told him what was going on he's like all good bro come to j's house (our friend). Got dropped of there cause I couldn't be in a fucking car any longer. Came through the door note my friends who were on acid didn't know I was coming. I came in lied down on the floor they said Joe how the fuck did you get here. All I said to them was I'm on acid. Those fuckers were mind blown on how I bought them acid 4 hours earlier then they went out of town and then I went out of town with no plans to do acid. Though I somehow showed up there. They were astonished I was having a bad trip but the looks on their face made it all better. Eventually left j's house around 5am I was still terrified of crashing had them stop for like 5 min. Finally worked up myself to trust the trip sitter one of my best friends. He ask Joe where do you want to go I looked at him and said home I need my six my bed as well as my cat. He said alright. Got home trip for another 6 hours felt horrible could sleep till the evening. That trip felt like I went through fucking hell and back but when I was with my friends laying on the floor tripping with them it was the best feeling in the world just vibing off each other.
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It's been just over a year since all this took place. Do to me thinking I died I had a panic disorder for about 8 months and couldn't wear my grandmother's necklace because it triggered me but I'm probably about 80% recovered now. If done a fuck ton of drugs that year but since 2020 started I've weened myself off them and kept to mainly alcohol cause I landed a very good job making estimated about 60g a year. I still get flashbacks to that trip because I remember it so vividly and find myself questioning if maybe I actually did die in a car accident and that I was already dead. I decided to say fuck it though if I'm already dead then so be it. I've applied for school to go into biochem. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I decided to say fuck it though if I'm already dead then so be it. I've applied for school to go into biochem.</div></div> Everything is looking up for me soon I'll quit partying in general and just focus on school and work.
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That LSD trip fucked me up but it was a reality check for me over a year later. When I finally realized I need to get my shit together. I don't know if I regret it or not but one thing for sure it helped me toughen up and smarten up about my decisions. <!-- Thank you all for reading again I'm sorry about my punctuation as english was the only class I couldn't get good grades in for some reason and always had my lab partner do the write up. I hope maybe I helped you guys learn a bit or entertain you with my experience.--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2018</td><td width="90">ExpID: 114166</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Mar 13, 2020</td><td>Views: 1,015</td></tr>
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So this trip was not fun at all. This was my second experience with something as intense as acid, and from my friend's batch of really strong shit. Before this, I'd only done acid once, DXM once, and weed a few times. It happened about 2 years ago. I was on the medication buspirone at the time, and started the prescription a few days before this.
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This was back when I was homeless in a shelter living in Brooklyn, and my best friend R at the time was hanging out in Staten Island. I traveled over there to this park that she and her partner C were tripping in. They were pretty deep into their trip. R offered me some of her acid, and I asked for like .75 of her super-dosed tab. What happened next, I was absolutely not prepared for.
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We proceeded to make our way up a hill to some building where I went to the bathroom, and after that we started heading back to Brooklyn. Eventually we made our way to Bay Ridge. I remember we got off the bus after the Verrazzano Bridge, we went into a 7/11 and got some drinks I believe. By this time, I started to feel the acid kick in a bit, and I started feeling happy and energetic. I was skipping around a bit on the street. We made our way to this park next to the Belt Parkway. We stayed there for a while, hanging out.
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Eventually R's partner C left us alone, because he wanted to go home, and they were both coming down from their trip. We were just hanging out talking about various things. I think I remember talking about ADHD and R's adderall use a bit. Also about how she liked to microdose acid some of the time to help get things done apparently. She was a much more experienced drug user than me at the time. I was still a novice to a lot of it.
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I remember that we eventually went to sit down in the grass. During that time, I remember saying that I really wanted to kiss R. I have had a crush on her previously in the past, and she just ignored that, obviously because we wanted to stay friends. The acid just decreased my inhibitions I suppose, and then I started talking about how I felt that I felt like we were sisters. Eventually I remember getting cold and anxious, and wanting to go home, so we started getting up.
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At this point the visuals started kicking in quite a bit. I started to get overwhelmed from them, especially from hearing the cars pass by. I would get really intense jitters from the overwhelming anxiety that the highway caused me. We started heading back, but the anxiety just kept getting worse as I kept coming up. At one point, R sat down in the middle of a field outside the park and snorted some ketamine. She offered me a line, but I refused, thinking that I was on enough drugs already, and I was not prepared to try a new drug in that state. In retrospect, taking it might have been a good idea, as dissociatives can help with anxiety.
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So after that, she packed her stuff back up and we started walking out of the park. I remember seeing the ramp we were walking up bending and twisting a lot, and this got me more anxious. Walking did as well. I felt like I was extremely high on weed, and on the verge of having a panic attack.
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We left the park and got into the street. We were trying to get home, which was over in Park Slope, but that quite a ways away. We decided to try to walk it. In retrospect, that was probably a bad idea, but also who knew what would have awaited us in a bus station late at night. Probably not too much, but who knows.
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Anyway, we were walking by some people outside of a bar, who were obviously very drunk. I was afraid of them, and I tried holding R's hand. Because we were both girls, I felt like the drunk people were judging us, and I was insanely worried about that. I am not sure if they actually said it, but I thought I heard them say "look at those f**s", or something along those lines. Immediately, I started panicking a bit in my mind, and I turned down the street on the left. I started becoming less and less connected to reality, and was losing awareness of my sense of self. I remember seeing a bunch of really flowy closed eye visuals probably, but I didn't even know what eyes were at the time. I just thought that my memory was lapsing.
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I felt really panicky, and I tried listening to my heart. I was having lapses in memory, and I had no idea what was going on. I started trying to feel my heartbeat, and I assumed I was having a heart attack. After that, I got increasingly more delusional about it. At one point I ran into some random person on the street, and R explained to him that I had just taken acid and that I was just having a bad reaction to it, but I didn't know that at the time. I just kept getting more and more psychotic and delusional. R tried to assure me that I was fine and that I was just on drugs, but I kept thinking that I was dying, and that I had to go to the hospital. I didn't trust her. I thought she was ignorant of my calls for help and that I was dying. I got increasingly more agitated and anxious about it. I had hallucinations and heard a pinging sound which scared me even more and made me assume that I was dying. I saw red flashes around my vision. I remember screaming in the street, running around in this suburban area. R was extremely concerned about me, and tried to help me as best as she could, but I wouldn't listen. I kept arguing with her about the Good Samaritan Act, and saying that they couldn't arrest me for this. I fought with R over my purse and my own things. I would keep running around trying to signal to someone to help me. I thought that no one cared, but I had to make people care. I remember banging on the doors of random houses, trying to get them to call 911. Eventually, someone did, and thank god they took me to the hospital instead of to jail. While people were talking, I was paralyzed with fear and sure that I was dying. I was put in an ambulance, and R left to go on her own adventures, which I can't blame her for. I felt like this experience put some distance between us. It was probably somewhat traumatizing for her. I was taken to the hospital and given some pills that stopped me from tripping. I remember feeling incredibly judged by everyone there. They were all laughing at me, and I think someone misgendered me and I got really focused on that, but they probably gave me some valium and I was just not really caring about it anymore. I just wanted to leave.
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Eventually, sometime in the morning, they discharged me. I got back to my shelter after a long night, wishing that none of this had ever happened. I hadn't talked to R for a bit after this, and I suspected she just didn't want to talk to me anymore because I was unstable. A lot of it was probably just my paranoia and untreated mental health problems, because she had been through some shit too, and she was probably just not a very reliable person because of her problems as well.
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Anyway, this trip cost me a lot of things. I lost my purse, and thus my wallet because of this trip, and I had to recover quite a few documents over the course of the next months. I tried to go back and retrieve my stuff the next day, but most of it was missing. I was able to recover some things that I lost in that area, though. I think I lost a few dollars from it, but nothing too bad.
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The trip itself was rather traumatizing though. I just fought the experience so much, and I kept trying to control it, and everything around me, but it just lead to me getting admitted to the damn hospital. At least afterwards, I did learn a lot about how to control myself when under the influence of substances. I did a ton of research on harm reduction, as I felt these drugs were great tools to help with healing and insight, and I wanted to utilize them the best that I could. During future trips, I was much better at dealing with the experience. I also learned to not trust doctors and hospitals and the authorities nearly as much as I did before. Intellectually, I am and was an anarchist, and I hated the police, but this experience, along with my previous acid trip, made me realize that none of them were to be trusted, and at most I should be skeptical of them if I need their services. Sometimes they can be good, but I should always take precautions with drugs that can induce ego death.<!--Also, never trust the police.--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2017</td><td width="90">ExpID: 113697</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
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<tr><td>Published: Mar 14, 2020</td><td>Views: 874</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 tablets</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
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17 years old, senior in high school, suburban kid, I have dosed acid multiple times before this, doses ranging from 50ug-520ug, but nothing compares to this trip
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At 10:00PM Augst 26, 2016 , I placed 3 very beautiful tabs onto my tounge. While waiting of the effects to kick in I relax in my chair solving some rubiks cubes. Around 10:30 initial effects were noticable, I could feel a tingly sensation throughout my body, at this point no visuals have begun. Sometime between 10:30 and 11 the effects came on STRONG; Pure Euphoria with the best body high on the planet, walls were starting to breath, and at this point I could tell the magic was begginig, so I turn off all the lights in my room, went on youtube and put on a pinkfloyd playlist that had DAYS worth of music on it, so that music could continuely be played while I trip.
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So I am sitting on the ground in pitch black letting the effects hit me. At an unkown time the effects are in full blast! I am sitting on the ground for about 4 hours unable to move, simply facing my own mind in a dark hole, its something unexplanable with words. Geometrical Patters of light flash right infront of my field of vision , I lose complete sense of who I am, I was just a soul in hyperspace. Until around 2:30am when I recieve a call from my friend asking for my help with something, somehow I was able to go to reach over and answer the phone call, the only thing i could say on the phone was 'Who am I?' 'What did I do?' . My Friend nicely tells me my name, this is when I gain my identity back, I hang up the phone on them and continue for 2 more hours sitting there in hyperspace, but this time I knew who I was so I had much more control of my mind. Words can not explain this state of being I was put into. I was sitting there UNABLE to move, even at my will I could not do human bodily functions, I would try to move by hand but nothing would happen. I was sitting there in psychedelic happiness in the pitch black. Some may call it torture but I think its something very beautiful, I was<!--you are--> faced with nothing but my own mind and its truely amazing what I ended up feeling and seeing. This was the first time I have had such amazin open eyed visuals in a room full of darkness. I came in contact with entities fltying around my room, I could understand what the birds chirping outside were saying. It was pure bliss. Around 4am I am finally able to move and function like a human again, I fully am aware of my identity and the effects were starting to mellow out. From there I have gone on to write this report. It was one trippy strange night that I will never forget.
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 17</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Apr 1, 2020</td><td>Views: 1,015</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 2:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 - 4 </td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Beer/Wine</a></td>
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My DOB Nightmare
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I've consumed a number of different drugs during my short time on this earth. DOB is the one drug that I will *never* consume again, as it ended with me in a coma and could have easily led to my death had I not been found when I was.
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My psychedelics experiences include 5-Meo/DMT, Ayahuasca, Mescaline, LSD, LSA, 2CB, 25i-NBOMe; with LSD having been well taken over 50 times and often in very high doses of 1mg&gt;.
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Part of this experience had to be re-remembered post-trip during the weeks of my recovery that followed, and as such will feature at the end of my report narrated in the style in which I experienced them.
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It was a warm, sunny Sunday morning, and the fallout from a friend's party the night before. I hadn't slept, having consumed speed and MDMA at the party <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I hadn't slept, having consumed speed and MDMA at the party</div></div> and when K woke up, we both decided that it would be nice to buy some acid and go to the park - given the sunny weather it would be a nice way to wind down the weekend. So we left K's flat to meet her friend who had these tabs for sale.
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Having met K's friend and brought the tabs, he decided to join us in going to the park, picking up his friend on the way. I took my first tab at 11am holding it under my tongue until it turned to mush. In my sleepless, joyful state I thought nothing of the metallic taste, reminiscent of a 25i tab. After two hours having consumed 3-4 beers in the park, and having felt only a subtle change in headspace [similar to LSA or a low dose of LSD] I decided to take a second tab. Within half-an-hour of taking this the effects really started to kick in and it was apparent that these were not weak tabs by any means: My stomach became taut, muscles tightened and body engulfed in an all over tingling. My visual field awash with bright aqua and turquoise patterns and thoughts a shifting paradigm between unabated arrogance and childlike confusion. This energy, euphoria and childlike excitement, was bliss.
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We eventually decided to leave the park - the heat had become too much to bear and as we left I felt a rush of excitement in simply deciding what we should put in the bin and what was simply not our responsibility (chewing gum, tissue, plastic straws etc. that had already been there). These feelings took me back to my first trip on LSA and feeling the most intense excitement at the thought of tidying up.
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After leaving the park K wanted to head back to her flat, I didn't particularly want to go but join her regardless - the walk there seems to take forever in the blistering heat and was extremely exhausting physically. By the time we reach her flat I was literally dripping with sweat, my white T-shirt saturated, and the visuals had intensified to where I could hardly see anything is in front of me; they've taken on a static like quality similar to the visual distortion from standing up too fast and getting a head rush. The details in K's face have become prickled with the heat, objects on the floor reduced to indiscernible static.
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As I look out the back of K's second floor I become mesmerised by the large overgrown tree that takes on a jungle like quality with the heat - the sound of crickets and deeply saturated oily green leaves stir up feeling of nature and exploration - my visual haze fades and a wall of chill falls over me as I observe the difference between the hot jungle out there, and the now cool tranquillity in here. With the tranquillity and coolness my ego falls away. My cockiness, excitement and egotism replaced with quiet introverted thoughts and a willingness to simply observe. Social interaction becomes an alien concept as I turn inwards on myself. Subtle paranoia about having to converse with K creeps in, conversations seem only to be a tool for others to impose their power and will on me, and in this state I am ill-equipped for any power struggle / conversation.
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[5pm Sunday]
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Two hours later and I'm a flat downstairs from K's with two friends. K has left to go to the pub down the road while it's still sunny [it's around 5pm at this point]. An awkward situation had arisen that led me to being in this flat: K had invited a friend over who insisted that we go and visit my friends in the flat downstairs (who she also knew) - she did this by banging on the doors and windows to their flat in a very aggressive manner until she was let in. While I had not been banging on the doors and windows I felt guilty by proxy and could see that my two friends clearly wanted to be left alone. All while this was happening my trip was becoming more intense, at points I felt like reality was a grand play all being performed for me <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">at points I felt like reality was a grand play all being performed for me</div></div>. I was sitting on a sofa bemused at the hostilities and arguments taking place before me, the only audience member in a cosmic play of my design. The flat that I was in was the only universe I knew and anything outside of it no longer existed in my mind. At this point I knew I was beyond functioning. My memories of what follow become fragmented and blotchy.
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[12am Monday]
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I wake up in an ICU hospital bed with a kind looking chubby man at the end of it staring at a monitor. Coming out of both my arms are tubes: Two in my left and two in my right, two at the crook and two near the thumb. There is a tube also attached to my face near my nose. I notice a catheter coming out of my penis and instinctively try to remove it - the man insists I don't do this and removes it for me. I'm quite bemused by the situation, not understanding the severity of what has happened or how I arrived there. I am also still seeing the visual effects of the drug - posters on the wall near my bed fold up in a crumpled paper effect and there is a cold hazy blue glistening effect to the air. I look at the clock on the wall... I should be in work.
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Not understanding the trauma my body's been through I insist in being discharged, and while trying to get out bed noticed cuts and bruises on my legs - I struggle to get to the edge of the bed and sit there realize that I can't walk. A doctor comes by and explains that it's not advisable I leave - I could suffer kidney failure and be on dialysis for the rest of my life if I leave now (my blood creatine levels were way above normal @ 54200). On this advise I decided to stay.
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Remembering post trip:
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[6pm Sunday]
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I'm in the [second] flat, the atmosphere is calmer now that K and her friend have left. I peer through the blinds to see outside but I can't see the outside world, just dull coloured cubes making up a wall where the window used to be, they're painted like the inside of a stick of rock, dull purples and oranges. This room isn't real, it's a matrix / fake area put together for me, so they can steal my bank details without me realizing- a fake room to keep me entertained. I look at bank card - I can't read any of the digits or text?! (Is it my bank card or Oyster card I'm looking at?) the whole card is pulsing with neon lights and energy, covering all the text. I pace the flat in a state of great agitation. All the rooms look the same. As I pass through the hall there a people sitting on the wall having a party - I don't recognize them [they don't exist]. The frames of the doors are now glowing neon and the air has taken on a thick visible liquid shimmer. Moving from one room to another is like looking a mirror facing another mirror: Infinite repetitions.
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I keep on going to leave - going room to room - in a state of turmoil - I don't know what to do! ... As I leave through the front door of the flat my friend calls me back. I keep on thinking I have to leave, but my friend keeps calling me back. The fact that I haven't left is the common denominator - that's why nothing changes (what needs to change?). I get out the flat and into the main hallway. I have been here a few times and always pushed the front door to get out. I pull this time and the door to open to the world. Exposure! It's still blindingly bright outside.
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I see a man walk by with a dog. Do I know him? Is that B? 'No' the man replies with a grin on his face. His reply sounds muffled ...I didn't even hear the question come out my mouth either. It too had sounded muffled [I spoke without knowing , becoming disconnected from my consciousness] 'I don't know Billy' he says - He seemed to find it funny that I had asked him such a random question.
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As I walk through the rows of terraced houses I become a cop - head of a futuristic private police force - on a TV show. Rehearsing my lines for a big bust that will be televised - about to get someone. There are rows of houses to my left. I'm in contact with another officer who is in the ether, who is also me. I have clearly disconnected with reality at this point, not aware anymore of where I am, present dangers. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I have clearly disconnected with reality at this point, not aware anymore of where I am, present dangers.</div></div> Possibly talking out loud to myself. My sci-fi daydream has bled into reality and replaced it. I have totally disconnected with myself - Delirious is the word to use: No awareness of self and totally delusional.
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I could see in my mind a person be ripped apart from the inside by a demented kitten that spread round its insides like liquid fire. I could both hear and feel this image; seeing thick yellow bubbling foamy pus and terrified screams (possibly my own) as the ramped demon kitten tears round the human with intense pain. My next memory: The presence of something vicious coming for me, being passed from one dimension to another like a hot potato, coming my way. Nobody had ever had to deal with something as horrifying as this. Before it happened it was unfathomable, unthinkable, had never happened. I was as if I was going to be assaulted for the first time in history, in a world where there were no physics. I was going to be the first of my kind bludgeoned to death by a crazed hammer wielding homeless man.
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I'm in the front of someone's garden and lose my balance multiple times, but don't fall whilst walking down some steps - I look at my watch for some reason as I plunge. The grass is so overgrown that I cannot see my footing, and as I look up at the sky, it has grown dark as a grass visual jungle motif reaches up to the greying sky.
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The world in front of me now has overlaying black grid, and coming towards me breaking through this grid is the monster. Unfathomable in strength. Ripping in two, sheer terror. It's a behemoth - Heading towards me - pure anger and it's going to literally rip me in half. It breaks free of the grid - totally breaking free. x1,000,000,000,000,000,000 stronger than any force and heading for me.
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Fade to black, a total closed eye visual world comprised of complex black line grid geometries. A universe comprised of mathematical grids and dread. I hear the bleeps - police codes being said over this dark universe. 'Code 1... 6...' These sounds echo through the darkness. 'Hello, [Name] can you hear me?' '[Surname]' echoing off into infinity... *beep* 'We're here to help you [Name]' 'Hello, [Name] can you hear me?' *beep* 'We're here to help you [Name]' I can see all these creatures resembling triangular mice in the darkness clinging to the grids. A vague dull lights glints across the triangle offspring critters and disturb them as they sit on the grid [I assume this was a light being shined across my eyes by medical professionals on scene]. There are twelve families of Beelzebub coding and recorded every vile mental abuse in this world, incest, physical pain, abuse, self-hatred, and torment - documenting every form, every corner of its domain. All these bleeps, voices, so distant in space, echo and overlay, fading past the grids - They fade with the beings, the offspring, their billionaire overlords and their district police. There is hierarchy in this world - The divide between the overlords and lackeys tremendous. It's all mathematics and grids in this universe and I hear hundreds of chirping voices talking about killing and abuse firing off from every angle of my mind. This is hell. Grids upon grids of the darkest parts of the human mind.
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If I have any message to be taken away from this, it's to be with people who care about me and that I can rely on, and know where my drugs are coming from. Just two tabs of what I thought was LSD from a person I had never met before could have been fatal in my case, and I have permanent scars to show for it, as well as the pain of hurting my loved ones.
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2014</td><td width="90">ExpID: 105598</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Apr 27, 2020</td><td>Views: 2,538</td></tr>
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Do Not Mix Lithium and Acid
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My friends and I attended a carnival/rave just a week ago. All 4 of us were taking our respective drugs of choice but had no intention of it being a heavy hitter night. Our two friends took paper tabs of acid (which in my experiences, have been very weak in effect) that were from the same sheet.
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We arrived at approximately 9pm. Both friends dosed and we went into the event. By 11-12am, I was sitting next to a hospital bed, fishing in my friends purse for her ID and Insurance cards to give to the nurse.
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~30 Minutes after their doses were taken, both friends started to trip. Both seemed to be awash in a sensory sea and appeared to be enjoying themselves. However, soon after, while Friend 1 (F1) who had taken one dose was smiling (but quiet), Friend 2 (F2) who had taken 2 doses was apparently in her own world but, as far as we could see, calm and responsive.
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Soon, I was babysitting (not meant as a derogatory term. Considering our relative sobriety, the responsibility was on us to watch over those who need it) F2 as she had started to act a little weird <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was babysitting (not meant as a derogatory term. Considering our relative sobriety, the responsibility was on us to watch over those who need it) F2 as she had started to act a little weird</div></div> (sniffing people) and making sporadic, detached comments.
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About an hour or so in, F1 and I are coming off of a ride and we see our other friend and F2 sitting on the ground hanging out. F2 is laying down and being pet by our other friend (nothing out of the ordinary here) so we go to join them.
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We strike up conversation with a few other folks when I look over and see F2, propped up on her arm, with her face completely locked in, what I can only describe as an extreme death grimace. One of the people talking to us points at her and says 'Hey! She's Seizing!' as she drops to the ground and begins to convulse. I understood that having a seizure can lead to your tongue rolling back in your throat and your jaws locking up so I've propped her up on my lap and with several fingers between her teeth while I look for something to wedge in. While this is happening, people are casually talking about it like it'll wear off 'Yea its a grand mal seizure. She'll eventually come out of it'. Security was called and 'Medical help' were summoned.
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EMTs eventually arrived and started treatment. They propped her on her side in case she threw up. Her jaw had snapped shut so they had to pry it open before shoving the torn off antennae of a radio between her teeth. Looking at her again, her eyes had gone completely crossed and down with lids wide open. My friend had been seizing for a considerable amount of time. I don't know how long, someone said 10 or 20 minutes though it was likely somewhere in the middle. The EMTs were asking if anyone knew who my friend was and the medical staff kept yelling no, and they just found her this way. I eventually out-yelled them and identified myself and other friends as being with her. The EMTs then asked what drugs she was on. They expected it to be bad E, 'Test her I'll bet it comes back as meth' said one EMT (maybe police?) one of the medical staff blurted out 'I Recognize this. It's a bad PCP reaction.' Again, I have to out-yell them until someone finally hears me say '2 hits of acid' which the EMTs completely disregard. Reactions like this don't come from 2 hits of acid, right?
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We're in the ambulance now. I've volunteered to ride along while F1 (who has been standing next to me the entire time) and our other friend drive to the hospital. In the ambulance they have to tie sheets around F2's wrists, waist, and ankles to keep her from sprawling all over. She is quite small, about 5' and not much weight but extremely muscular and was giving 3 large EMTs a difficult time because of how bad her seizure was. The EMT told me her blood pressure was at 137/90 (I think, 137 is right, I can't fully recall what the diastolic level was).
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They give her propofol to relax her. She starts to come to again toward the middle of the ride. She thought she was in the hospital already but when asked any details she would just respond 'I just don't know what matters'. I didn't like that the EMTs were so steadfast on bad Ecstasy as I knew she had only taken acid and had babysat her for the rest of the night to watch her water intake. This ruled out an additional dose of something else. I didn't know how treatment went for individual drug reactions and was afraid mistreatment might be administered. I knew F2 takes psychiatric medications for something but was unsure of what. While we were on our way to the hospital I was looking up what I could on my phone. In particular, I think 'Acid Seizure' gave me a blue light link to a story that linked Lithium and Acid with seizures and I researched from there.
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When we arrived in the ER she was gradually becoming more lucid. The doctors asked her if she had any psychiatric issues and she stated 'Bi-Polar disorder'. They then asked her what she took, but it was worded awkwardly. F2 stated a list of drugs she had taken for Bi-Polar and the staff, I think, took that as what she took THAT NIGHT. Still afraid of misdiagnosis and mistreatment, I told the nurses that she had taken 2 hits of acid and that acid was notorious for inducing seizures when mixed with lithium. I then went over to F2 and clearly stated 'What medication do you currently take for your bi-polar disorder' to which she replied 'oh! I take lithium.'
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The nurses seemed to get the point here but it turns out there wasn't much to be done anyways. F2 was hooked up to an IV drip, her insurance was run, the doctor came in, looked at a monitor (EKG?), asked her some terse questions, then disappeared never to be seen again. I sat with F2 for ~an hour before she was finally given the OK to go home.
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I want to take a moment to talk about the 'Medical Help' that was at this park/rave. I need everyone to understand that they were of literally no help whatsoever and did nothing but stand around and gawk. They were not trained in any way nor were the senior staffers. I suspect they were possibly undergrad med students by how many had the audacity to tell me they were studying 'This kind of stuff' (My friend seizing on the ground) and how they thought it was interesting. <!-- Do-->I would not assume that any event is staffed by trained professionals. Trained people cost money, <!-- something organizers do not have. Your--> staff is likely volunteers. <!-- Please-->I would consider that when choosing your dose along with the plethora of other variables that go into any kind of intoxication (even beer. Hell, ESPECIALLY beer).
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2013</td><td width="90">ExpID: 101413</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
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I was 19 years old at the time of my first and only acid experience. To preface, in the year prior to my LSD experience, I had begun my experimentation with many psychedelics and other various drugs. I had been smoking weed for about 4 years, but in the past year I did cocaine, mushrooms, molly, a lot of ecstasy<!-- ( some of the rolls were laced with heroin and methamphetamine, so I inadvertently did those as well, you could say)-->, salvia, and ketamine. I had been with my boyfriend, Adam*, for 5 years, since I was a freshman in high school, and we broke up when I went off to college, but got back together after about 5 months and were and still are head over heels for each other. He moved to a city about 45 minutes away from my college to be closer to me. All of my new experiences have been with him.
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I had been dying to try acid for a few months, because my roommate said it was her favorite drug, and Adam had done it before a few times and said it was really mind-opening and a beautiful experience. One evening I was at his apartment with him and his roommate and a couple other guys. We were passing around the bong and one of them said that acid was around town. I was immediately thrilled and we decided that Adam and I would take it the next morning. When we bought it, we bought 5 tabs on a blotter sheet, and all of them were a dark, dark purple, almost black, which I later learned meant that it was extremely potent. Adam wanted to take one but I was over-confident because of my ketamine and shrooms experiences, and I told him we should take two each, because I really wanted to have a full experience. In hindsight, that was my first poor decision. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I told him we should take two each, because I really wanted to have a full experience. In hindsight, that was my first poor decision.</div></div> My major flaw, however, was being completely uneducated about that intensity that LSD can have. My mind saw it as the safe drug that all of our hippy parents did in the seventies. Never once would I have guessed what was going to occur in the coming hours.
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We both took two of the tabs and let them sit on our tongues for about 20 minutes. We then decided that we wanted to play outside because it was a beautiful spring day, and downtown there was a really lovely park. As we were driving to the park, we decided it would be a good idea to get some food, so we stopped at KFC. At this point, it is about 45 minutes after taking the tabs. Just as we got the food, both of us started laughing hysterically over nothing. Everything was HILARIOUS. I started swirling around my mashed potatoes in the bowl and my mouth absolutely did not want the mashed potatoes in it, so we gave up trying to eat, and still laughing, walked to the park. We were exploring, and the visuals started. We were climbing on rocks by a stream, and playing underneath a bridge of abandoned train tracks. The visuals were incredible, much stronger than when I had taken even a quarter of mushrooms, and I was feeling an immense sense of communion with the world around me, like we were all part of a bigger picture, and everything was alive, and with a soul. I surprisingly had the sense to take pictures of what I was hallucinating looking at to look at later, unfortunately, I would never be able to see those pictures.
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As the trip continued, our hallucinations were getting stronger and stronger, and I was feeling almost overwhelmed by the fact that I was struggling to control what my mind was thinking. We were having such a good time though, that we wanted to explore elsewhere. To note, the city that we were in is actually a very urban, and very poor city, and we were in the heart of it (the ghetto, if you will). This park was right in the center of the city, and directly surrounding it were the slums. However, due to our hallucinations, these slums and abandoned houses seemed more like a candyland just waiting to be played in. We started exploring this street of abandoned houses, and noticed this feral cat, which in my eyes was transforming into a lion with a full mane. Suddenly, Adam looks at me, but not really. His eyes were looking at me but I could tell that he wasn't really seeing me. 'Are you tripping this hard?...' he asked, hesitantly. I said that I was, because I was tripping balls. Then out of nowhere, he comes running at me, and his neck starts twisting violently as he yells into the air, with a look of pure horror in his eyes. My mind begins to panic and I was hoping that I was just hallucinating. Then he begins to fall and I throw my camera on the ground. It smashes, but thankfully I caught his hand so he didn't hit his head as hard, but he starts seizing! I was screaming his name, holding his head, truly not believing that what I am seeing is real. He's still seizing. Terrorized, I run screaming up the abandoned street for help, and SO luckily, a car starts driving towards me and zooms by me to where he is lying. Its a family. Then another car follows behind, just a man by himself. This is where my trip brings me into the most hellish, disgusting, and painful state of mind that I could ever imagine.
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I am screaming, begging God for him to stop seizing and come back to me, I have completely lost control of what I'm thinking. I tell the men that we both took two hits of acid while the mother calls 911. Minutes later, 3 police cars, an ambulance, and a firetruck all pull up and hold me at gunpoint, all the while I am begging them to stop focusing on me and save him. 'He's the love of my life, please don't let him die!' All the while, everyone around me is morphing into creatures that have this evil and terrifying look in their eyes. I still cannot believe what I am seeing is real. They search me, and thank GOD neither of us had any weed or anything on us. Adam is still seizing as one officer yells at me and intensifies my terror by only saying things like, 'How stupid are you?' 'This kills people every day!' 'You'll be lucky if he lives!' There was another officer though, who was at least somewhat sympathetic of my situation, and tried to calm me down, and simply told me to walk away before I got in trouble. I was shocked. Just walk away? I might have just killed my boyfriend, I'm tripping so hard I cannot read the street signs, I'm in a very dangerous part of town as a young girl, and I'm supposed to just walk away? It seemed ridiculous but I wasn't going to fight it. I turned, sobbing, and walked up the street. I called our mutual friend and out of some miracle he found me despite that fact that I could barely speak english, and could only sob 'Adam had a seizure, he might be dead!'
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When I got in his car, we and our other mutual friend went searching the local hospitals to find him, and at the second one we did. I'm inconsolable, thinking that I just watched the love of my life die before my eyes because I wanted to do drugs. To describe the state I was in, was nothing short of terror. I could not even look at my own skin without feeling this painfully overwhelming sense of fear, and my hallucinations were only getting stronger.
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When we found Adam at the hospital, he was somewhat stable but barely conscious, but only allowed one visitor so one of our friends stayed with him because I was in no state to be in public. The two of us went to our friends dorm to wait out the time until Adam could be released. As it turns out, when he finally stopped seizing and became conscious, Adam was strapped onto the bed in the ambulance, and medics were surrounding him, but he was hallucinating so hard that he thought he was getting mugged, so he fought them off, and ripped the IV out of his harm, so the medics tranquilized him in the neck and he was out cold.
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While we were waiting in the dorm, I was trembling out of fear of everything, and constantly feeling like I had to urinate, but was too scared to go to the bathroom alone, so our friend had to take me into the boys bathroom and stand outside of the stall while I tried to pee so I wouldn't freak out. I felt as if my mind was on a precipice, and if I let myself go, I would literally go insane. I was constantly in a war with my own mind to maintain some sort of control, because I knew that if I let go, whatever had happened to my boyfriend would absolutely happen to me. I also was terrified that at any moment we would get a phonecall saying that Adam was dead. It was the most horrifying, and life altering feeling I have every experienced.
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Hours later (I don't know exactly how long because my sense of time was fucked, but it was dark), Adam was released from the hospital. We drove to get him and all four of us went back to Adam's apartment. When I saw his face for the first time, my hallucinations were still strong, but the biggest sense of relief I have ever felt washed over me and I began to feel a little better, but I could not even come close to shaking the terror of the day that was still consuming me. I made the two of them stay with us at the apartment that night because to me, they were the only safety net I had, and in my tripping mind, the only thing keeping me from going insane. Adam was so out of it, moreso because of the tranquilizer than the acid, but was just so sad that this all had happened, because they had to call his parents and they were so disappointed, and because it was apparent this the whole experience had traumatized me, and I could barely look at him.
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The next morning when we woke up, FINALLY not tripping, we both vowed never to do acid again. Since that day, our drug use has been little to none outside of smoking marijuana, and he is still paying off his $6000 medical bill for the ambulance ride and all of the medications and everything. <!-- I write this as a warning to anyone considering doing LSD, to please be weary of the dangers, and educate themselves on the risks. -->The whole experience gave me a new understanding of fear, but more importantly, on the delicacy of life. We were both so lucky that day, and I know now never to push my limits ever again.<!-- End Body -->
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This trip had such a profound effect on me that I feel I must tell you about it. It happened over the course of two days, one day was a mild trip with mates, the second day was by myself with life-changing revelations. I'm a 30 yr old male with a very positive outlook on life, and a fair bit of experience with enjoying nature and weed.
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It all started over the new year period when we took a tab of LSD at a rented beach house near Melbourne. I’d only ever tried LSD twice before, and I was already drunk beforehand, so didn’t really know what the exact effects of it were. It took about 2 hours for it to come on, and we had an absolute blast! Played charades, walked down to the river, enjoyed all the many colours in an otherwise drab fence; and I for some reason drew a connection with an umbrella. Many cool visuals were happening, like when I went to the bathroom, the logos on the washing machine were growing, shrinking, warping and moving place with each other. Then my whole field of vision would move sideways, making it feel like my whole body had shifted left and right, while I was stationary. Everyone had an awesome time and similar experiences that day.
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The next day I decided to do it again, but alone this time as no one else was really keen the day after. I dropped one tab and went outside, sat under a tree and meditated. It was really quite strange feeling things within my body change during the first hour, but pleasant all the same time. Small images, colours, geometric patterns and optical representations of sounds passed through my vision, with closed eyes. I opened them and was surprised at how the front yard in front of me had changed. Every time I opened my eyes, something different would occur. It was cool to see all the variations in such a small plain yard. For example, it seemed like the whole yard (even though it was flat) was bent down towards me, me being the lowest point in the yard, funnelling everything towards where I was sitting. Then some mates came around and I thought it rude of me to keep doing this, so joined in the fun.
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We decided to drive down the beach (I didn't drive) and I put another half under my tongue for the drive. We found a beautiful spot on the beach that was a small cove carved into the dunes, protected by trees on all sides. I felt completely at peace, comfortable with everything, and couldn’t believe how cool all the kites (from kite-surfers) looked in the sky. They seemed so in focus, more than usual, and I could see tracers showing the kites flying paths in the sky. I also noticed how most of the kites had AFL football team colours, and I joked with a mate that I didn’t know I was going to a bloody footy game.
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The drive home was when things went into second gear. I decided to sit in the back of our 4wd with my brother's dog Ninja, and had to kind of keep my head down a bit as we were full up with no spare seats. I curled a towel around my head so as to maybe look inconspicuous, and decided that I must have looked like a pretty girl, so I became 'Sandy'. I was watching Ninja panting and looking over at all the people, pretty oblivious of me in the back with him. I could almost see the love radiating from him and spilling over to where his owner, my brother, was sitting. I could also just see another mates head from where I was lying down, and could see him singing along, making jokes etc. I realised a few things right then and there. It's really hard to explain what it was, suffice to say that it revolved around love. I could see that he was completely absorbed in singing and making jokes, and this was for OUR BENEFIT! He wanted to show us that in his heart, he had love for us. When he wasn’t saying anything, or it was quiet for a second, I could see him looking out the window, contemplating what to say/do next, and this was driven by his love. It dawned on me that this emotion is the most powerful feeling to have, and every single friend and family member I have, derives their thoughts and words from different levels of love. I felt so content that most people I know are like this too, and that without societu's constraints on them, they are simply beings that like to share love. It was beautiful to just sit there and ‘watch’ love thrown around the car between people (and a dog). It also dawned on me that it was actually illegal for me to be sitting in the back, and I had a bit of a laugh thinking of how I was going to explain to a cop that I was just Sandy, on acid, experiencing love. You want some Mr police officer?
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The rest of the day saw a few more people come and go from the beach house, and I sat around talking, drinking and smoking with everyone else. Around 7 I went for a stroll by myself down the beach and took the last half on the way down there. I could feel myself getting higher and higher, as it all came on slow. I was probably only really experiencing fully the first tab I dropped that morning. The street we were on was lined with beautiful gardens, large trees overhanging the road, and a sunset that almost made me wet my pants at the end of this tunnel of green. I was absolutely entranced by this scene. There were silhouettes of pelicans in the water, and I found myself drawn to their movements. After a while, it seemed like everything around the river was either light or dark (silhouetted). The dark figures dancing on the water and foraging in the shallows took on what I can only describe as a black hole extending down my field of vision through the water, through everything. They weren’t animals anymore, they were ‘not light’, and this confirmed in my mind what I’d read only a few days beforehand. The outside world doesn’t exist objectively, only subjectively in our minds. The only reason we can “see” objects and colours in the outside world is because of the reflection of photons at different wavelengths from the sun. Without this sunlight, there is only matter, solid objects that exist in a dark, colourless space. We really are people of the sun. Without this sun, no organism could live on earth. It really is amazing that every living thing essentially gets its energy from the conversion of sunlight via photosynthesising pigments in plants. And the visual perception on our psyche screens started its journey around 150 million km’s away. GENIUS!!!
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I wanted to show this scene to everyone else, but couldn’t convince anyone else to come down, so I enjoyed it on my own with a beer and some headphones. Saying it was beautiful, is like saying sex is ok.
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We watched monty pythons the Holy grail that night, and I don’t ever remember laughing that hard! I had tears in my eyes (and nose) the whole time, it was incredible. It seemed like the movie made sense for the first time ever, and I became convinced that their creative juices had to have come from either LSD or weed.
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This is when things go into top gear. Everyone eventually went to bed and it was just me and my trip left. It had built up and up and up the whole day, and I decided to go for another walk around the river. As soon as I closed the gate, something happened and I was watching myself walk from about 10m in the sky. It felt cool, because I felt like I could control this body down there from up here. So I walked towards the river, and made it all of 20m before I became engrossed in a tree. It was a massive Willow in someones front garden, that arched over some perfectly manicured grass to the road. So I lit a joint and sat under it, I think I was probably in their garden. Immediately, the long drooping fingers of the willow turned into peacock feather coloured swirls, dancing to this tune by The Field. <!-- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-q1NjA90-es-->It was the first time I'd ever listened to music on my mp3 player maxed out, and thought that was kinda funny I'd never done it before.
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I almost couldn’t move I was that in awe, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The combination of being able to listen to every single note as an optical perception of peacock feathers dancing in the wind in the willow made me realise things about nature that I fell right back in love with. My ego had completely dissolved, the barrier between myself and my surroundings had become non-existent. I could perceive myself, the trees, the plants, the shrubs, the insects all close by, all at once <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I could perceive myself, the trees, the plants, the shrubs, the insects all close by, all at once</div></div>, from every single one of them. And this feeling of oneness with everything, can only be felt to be described. The physical manifestation of energy and feel-good compounds is sickeningly good. The opening of some door to different levels of perception is seriously astounding.
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I still had complete control of myself which I was actually surprised about, and decided to meditate and see what happens. I thought this might be fitting, as it was how I started this day off. I opened my eyes and looked over at this hobbit-looking house, that had little round windows, a magical little garden and looked like a miniature castle. The coloured christmas lights in its windows and draped over the roof, started to dance along with the peacock-feathered willow arms and many other hallucinated colours right when this song completely peaks at 13 minutes in. I became completely overwhelmed from all this beauty, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and what is possible.
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And right then, I looked upwards, and from this new perception I could “see” that the sky was formed in some sort of funnel shape. This is probably the hardest of the visual things to describe to you. As well as perceiving it from myself and my surroundings, I felt like I was seeing it from way way above earth. It felt like it was warped outwards over me, enveloping me and my surroundings, and funnelling upwards towards space. I felt utterly connected to everything! There was no doubt in my mind that I hadn’t broken down the barrier between myself and everything else. The feeling of absolute love AND despair filled me at the same time. This emotion was SOOOO strong. You know what it feels like to mourn in the darkest of times, and to feel extreme love? Add them together and multiply it by 10. I felt like I was feeling what millions of people were feeling at that exact same time. It became way too much, and I cried like I never have before, in happiness. It wasn’t like I was loudly bawling in someones front yard, it was just all to myself. It’s the single most beautiful moment in my life (so far), and I was happy to sit there and let this feeling wash all over me as I got back to meditating again.
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This is when I felt like communication started happening between myself and…. Well I still can’t really tell you what the 'and' is. It was something, it felt like everything. It wasn’t a conscience decision at all on my part to start this communication. I realised that now my ego had dissipated, that was me, my subconscious, my core. And I was talking to the universe!!! The first thing that I “said” (there were no spoken words said here keep in mind), was an apology for how humans treat the earth. My ego has no idea why, but it happened! And the feeling I got back, was for me not to worry about it, that I’m doing my part to help already. And this drew me to tears again. It was such a beautiful, enlightening thing to be reconciling with the universe. I analysed myself, and the things I’m doing in my life from a completely external point of view. And I felt content in a way I can’t describe, just totally at peace with myself.
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I started thinking, how could people actually have bad trips on LSD, take a fucking look at me! I'm talking with the universe! They must be doing something completely wrong. It was cool to still have the frame of mind to think normally too, and I remember visualising why I wasn’t having a bad trip. I have no idea why, but I visualised all the positive events that lead to me having an amazing time with my brothers and friends as like these little locked gates in a 2-dimensional video game. And I could see a little red object that I can only think was maybe representing the bad trip, and it was trying to get through these gates, but they were holding fast and I thought to myself, “shit yeah! I’m in for a good night!”.
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I think I might have ‘asked’ a few more questions, but I cant really remember them to be honest. I think I was there for over an hour, just amusing myself with music and dancing lights/trees. I went down to the river and the glow of the nearby town rose up and out from over the horizon. This too was astoundingly beautiful. I could see little rays of light shooting up from the town, and a police light/siren shot up into the sky as little blue and red lasers. I know what you’re thinking, im a pussy right? Well yes it bought me to tears again. I could make lights and colours melt, spiral and morph how I liked. It was all about love for me, emanating everywhere. I guess I liked what I saw of who I really was.
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I think I then walked to and from the house, getting a few drinks/joints every now and then, alternating between revelations under the willow, or revelations out at the river. I floated here and there, gazing into the calyx of a flower, pretending a small pile of leaves was a snake and admiring its beauty (from afar), experiencing what it is to be in love with nature. It became obviously apparent that people can’t truly express how they feel to someone because of how society is. I thought of all the loving things I want to say to my family and friends, but don’t because of my ego which was constructed and moulded in an ever-growing impersonal society.
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I remember one time I was near the river, a group of young lads walked past on the bank and stopped pretty close to me but couldn’t see me sitting in a garden. And I was just watching them chat, and say how it was a good night, tom got wasted, barry picked up, we shoulda bashed that guy etc. And it was like theatre to me, I was hanging on their every word! I saw them part ways and then both groups started talking how cool the other group was, and that they cant wait to get wasted tomorrow. And it just seemed beautiful to me. I wanted to stand up and say “Cut! That was brilliant people, take 5, get wasted, have fun!”
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My final thought that resonated with me, felt like a mutual agreement with the universe and has stuck in my mind ever since…. that material objects mean nothing to the soul. Except maybe ones that bring beauty and pleasure like a musical instrument, or a prized cooking utensil, or an irrigation system. Everything else? Nothing.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Apr 29, 2020</td><td>Views: 600</td></tr>
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This trip was loony, crazy, and beautiful, but my recollection feels more like a dream than anything, so my recalling of the chronology of this blissful night may not be up to par. Please forgive me.
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The weeks before the trip were horrendously stressful. A girl I had been dating was suffering from PTSD from childhood abuse, and I was showing symptoms of developing bipolar disorder. We ended up breaking up a week before I dropped, which sent me into a week of violent rapid cycling. Almost everyday, I would enter a period of deep, sorrowful depression and maybe I'd be jerked out of it by full blown mania, which was great until a few hours after when I couldn't stop shaking and started to experience bipolar psychosis. I was losing my mind more and more everyday, and reality was truly beginning to slip away.
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We procured acid from the dorm next door (I'm in college). The acid was, without a doubt, the purest LSD one could get. They told us it was from a lab in Amsterdam, but at the end of it all, it didn't matter where it came from. It was very, very pure.
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There were ten of us in total, one of us sober <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">There were ten of us in total, one of us sober</div></div> - her name will be G. We all dropped at 10pm, and split up for the next forty minutes to come up and then converge at a field. I went with my friend C to smoke cigarettes at this little overhang in front of the dorm building. There, I met up with a few girls who I was friendly with but never that close with. One of them, J, I knew fairly well though and she bummed me a cigarette to smoke with everyone. I told her I was about to come up, and she (has taken shrooms before) talked to me about it. It was cool to socialize as I felt this wonderful body high take hold. Colors were quickly brightening and details were more intricate then they had been before. After about maybe twenty minutes of smoking and talking (I don't know how long it was) when we felt it. I glanced at C, she looked back, and we knew we had to go. We stood up, and I saw my other tripping buddies coming out from the building. They smiled wide and we smiled back. We could feel the magic, but couldn't see it yet.
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We walked to a rock where many students smoke pot to take a look at the night sky. Everything started to dance for me. The trees swayed back and forth, and lights just danced like ballerinas. I was in awe. I had never seen such beauty on a psychedelic before. I looked over at one of my other friends, who we will call C2. He was staring off, also stunned. He turned to look at me, being the experienced tripper he was, and said graciously:
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'This is the best acid I've ever done.'
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As our group roamed around the campus, I felt all my fear fade away... Why should I be insecure about the fun I'm having? Why should people suppress smiles in public if they're happy? Why does the burden of conformity rest upon those who are happy rather than those who are angry? And then, only an hour in, I realized that hate is fear and fear is bullshit.
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We made it to a secret parking lot that my friends love to go to on acid as we peaked. We laughed, yelled, played, and were overcome with bliss and love. For a night, LSD had given us all a pass from our problems. We had a night to explore, be stunned, and genuinely enjoy each other's company. Waves of euphoria washed over my body, and it felt as if life was giving me an orgasm. The world was apologizing, showing me that it still was beautiful, proving it to me. I was in love with everything and everyone. The bipolar, the breakup, were so far from my mind... a get out of jail free card.
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We made it to the field while still peaking and all laid down, staring at the stars. The stars swam around the sky, creating constellations. I was in total and utter awe. We were running around, laughing, giggling, hugging, and the best part was, unlike weed and alcohol, I was all there. My intellect was, for once, something I could enjoy. My jokes were clever, and I had many cerebral conversations. The people I was with are damn smart too.
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This process of wandering around repeated itself countless times that night. We must have walked twenty miles. C2 and I, both avid readers, talked about Ken Kesey, and our group of trippers named ourselves 'the bus' for the night. You were either with us, a constantly moving entity of hallucinating humans, or you weren't. You were either on the bus, or off the bus.
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As the night became morning and the acid began to wear off, the beauty became much more still. The world wasn't dancing anymore, but although still the magic was still there. I felt good, even though I had literally had zero sleep. We all, even G, swore that it was the best night of our lives.
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It's been about two weeks since then. Since the trip, I've realized that I need to treat my body better. I strive to get fresh air constantly as well as eat healthier. It's paid off, too. I'm still getting smacked now and then by waves of depression, but I also still get euphoria. The mood swings have lessened as well. LSD made me much more aware of my body, and I stopped taking medicine that I now think was exacerbating the swings. Although that night fades into what feels like a dream the same way all memories do, I'm fine with it. I've finally found some value in myself. I'm far from cured, but at least I'm not entirely lost. I don't exactly know what I want, but I'm closer to figuring all that out. I also realized I need to be patient. I can't control getting over heartbreak, or instant success, or pretty much anything. I've just got to be aware of myself, and go with the flow. I'm only 19, after all.
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2016</td><td width="90">ExpID: 109677</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: May 18, 2020</td><td>Views: 723</td></tr>
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&gt; Have you tried LSD: Yes, Twice..
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&gt; Have you had a bad trip on LSD: No.
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&gt; Have you experienced flashbacks: Yes.
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&gt; Did you feel that the bad trip and flashback were connected: N/A.
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My flashbacks started within a few weeks of dropping. I was unaware what was actually occurring, but after a month of these happening I finally realized what they were.
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My first flashback was after smoking weed a few weeks after. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">My first flashback was after smoking weed a few weeks after.</div></div> The only way to explain it was that I felt in a 'matrix' type world where I felt like the world was completely in my head and made up. This feeling has reoccurred in many other flashbacks I have had. On other occasions I have had similar feelings about cars as others have had as well. They felt so arbitrary. I was driving home one night and I couldn't get over how illogical these 'machines' were... I have had other flashbacks at work where I start to think very deep about life.
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Now all of these flashbacks are not a comfortable feeling. They are somewhat scary. I usually can think about all of these things logically when I am normal, but when these 2-3 minute flashbacks occur everything gets tipped upside down. I start to get scared and these thoughts seem foreign and that is what frightens me. I know that they are synthetically produced and that I am a very stable and rational person, which might be the reason I have trouble dealing with these flashbacks. I have never had a bad trip so I cannot compare the feelings, but if I had had a bad trip I would assume that this horrible feeling would accompany the trip.
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It has taken me a solid month and a half to realize what these events were, but now I am sure they were and are flashbacks. I have found that talking to a close friend where all of one's thoughts will be held secret helps alleviate much of the stress that these cause and since talking about I have yet to have another flashback. These flashbacks I feel are no small thing. I have gone from wanting to try more drugs to not wanting to even smoke weed. I feel like they have impacted my life <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I feel like they have impacted my life</div></div> and sometimes I regret dropping acid. It is a VERY large decision to make and DOES have consequences. But I know I must live with my decisions and work to fix them. I hope this helps anyone in the same situation I was.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2009</td><td width="90">ExpID: 79623</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: May 20, 2020</td><td>Views: 702</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Post Trip Problems (8), Retrospective / Summary (11)</td></tr>
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I had an experience recently that helped shed some light (intended pun) on the origin (at least partly) of the visual disturbances experienced while under the influence of LSD; on 02/05 I went to an optometry appointment to have my pupils dilated (for the first time) . When I was dosed, I was instructed to keep my eyes closed for a minute--ostensibly to allow the drops to take effect--during which time, while 'looking' up at the overhead flourescents, I noticed the partly eye-lid shielded light amplify in brightness linearly as I approached second 60. While not overtly pleasant, this experience was interesting, despite being something I'd sort of expected. The real fun began when I opened my eyes and replaced my contacts.
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On doing so, I first noticed what--at least--SEEMED like an enhanced visual acuity. This was transient, unfortunately/fortunately as this super-sight soon subsided sending soft <!-- (Sorry: carried away)--> halos from the periphery of my sight line centrally, so that only a tiny (in proportion) circumference was left out of which to see unobstructed. Here--I think--I'm describing tunnel vision: one much like that experienced--at least in my subjection--during an acid trip. The similarities stopped not there, in that--upon leaving the office to walk 1/8 mile down the very well-lit link of this very large metropolitan hospital back to my lab (in said institution[different building]) --I began to notice very evocative light tricks (this link is windowed and I spend all of my day deprived of natural light) with light registering (softly) peripherally and then exploding into sight as it approached the ever-tinier unobstructed circumference. While being fairly intense, this experience was thoroughly enjoyable, allowing me to experience some of the tricks of LSD with a lucid mentality.
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I want to state-unequivocally--that these 'disturbances'--approached nowhere near the intricacy of acid-visuals and were more like the backdrop for visual meandering during same; it always seemed like I wouldn't hallucinate anything until my mind/drug was given novel enough visual inspiration from phenomena like these light tricks when I used to partake in such things, 10 years ago (several times over a year).
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The above-mentioned similarities have led me to a unique (probably previously articulated) hypothesis: the 'visuals' I'd always credited to some neuro-involvement during a trip are at least partly--perhaps 50%--informed by pupil-dilation in same. Interesting.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2010</td><td width="90">ExpID: 83694</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 28</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 28, 2020</td><td>Views: 853</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Endogenous (86) : Retrospective / Summary (11), General (1), Not Applicable (38)</td></tr>
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2nd LSD Trip - Good Vibes
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Disclaimer: This is written purely from a spiritual/psychological standpoint. The views written are solely expressed by myself and are being written for a personal scientific test.<!-- LSD is a wonderful chemical but do not underestimate its abilities. Only consume such in the presence of a familiar person who can 'babysit' you. Do not drive under the influence!
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May 29th, 2016
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I am finally home with the 3 hits of real LSD that my roommate and I have been trying to get for some time. We will call the person 'J'. J has never tripped before on any substance. This will be J's first time ever getting to try a psychedelic.
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I'm a little more experienced. 4 times of shrooms, 1 time of LSD, a few times with MDMA/MDA and a single time of taking a RC. I'm not sure what RC it was as it was sold to me as LSD.
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7:15pm - EST
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We both consume our hits. I take 2 and J takes 1 as its J's first time.
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7:45 - EST
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I start to feel a slightly warm/glow feeling. J seems to be normal with no real effects yet.
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8:30pm - EST
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I start to feel the come up. J is already lightly tripping. I feel relaxed, almost euphoric. I start to notice subtle change in my vision. We are in my car in the drive way listening to music. I am watching as the shadows from plants start circling and waving around. The shadows waves start to match the rhythm of the music as they continue spinning and cycling around. The roses on my rose bush start to move side to side as if being blown by and invisible wind on this warm spring night.
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9:00pm - EST
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I am full into my trip now and J is smiling at everything. Some friends come over and start talking about possibly wanting to do a beer run. I'm too busy enjoying my trip to pay them much attention. My garage door is now breathing in and out. I start to fall into a state of introspection.
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9:30pm - EST
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I have spent what feels like 2 hours contemplating life and the world. How we live. How we treat each other. The way money and greed control society and how we rate each other. Do I have this nice a car? This big a house? This much cash in my pocket? Its all a lie. We are all connected. We are all one but we have forcibly disconnected ourselves from the world and true life around us. Now I'm pulled out of my thoughts only to realize its only been 30 minutes!!!!
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I go on a quest to my room to search for my light toy. I want to experience the change in lights while under the influence of the effects of LSD. So I spend the next 30 minutes playing with the lights.
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10:00pm - EST
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My arms have grown tired from spinning lights. So for a while I turn them off and start to talk with my friends who were there. I walk inside my house to retrieve my wallet as I now realize we never went to get the beer they wanted. I drive them roughly a mile to the closest store. (DO NOT OPERATE MACHINERY/CARS/TRUCKS/ANYTHING WHILE UNDER THE INFLUENCE!!!!)
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I do not condone driving while under the influence but as I had two sober people to watch me go less than a mile I felt safe enough in the moment to make the journey. The store turned out to be closed and we made a quick turn around to go straight back home.
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11L00pm-2:00am - EST
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I do a lot of introspective thinking and overall pay little attention to those around me. I'm still watching as the trees wave and garage breathes at me. I feel so connected and enlightened. The glow and feelings are wonderful! I never wish for the feeling to stop! Of course I know it will.
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2:00am-6:00am - EST
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I start to plateau slowly around 2. I start to have the off and on that's associated often with LSD trips. The feeling that you arent tripping that much anymore and then back to tripping about as hard as you were near peak. Over and over until about 6:00am.
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6:30am-7:00am - EST
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I start to feel completely sober again. I decide to go take a nap before I have to take my spouse to work. Overall I had an amazing experience. Will be getting more when possible.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 24</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 29, 2020</td><td>Views: 521</td></tr>
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Interdimensional LSD Trip
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5:00pm+- Me and my friend, A drove over to our B friend’s house to be dosed each 2 drops. Should be noted we smoked a few bong hits of weed before dropping. After we dropped, we headed for the road and planned to experience the come up at my friend A’s house. This was also the first time I had double dosed on acid.
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The road back was more jammed than expected and we were stuck on the road for more than half an hour when our acid begun to hit <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">we were stuck on the road for more than half an hour when our acid begun to hit</div></div>. Both me and A were enjoying and giggling away because of the initial euphoria and heightened state of senses one experiences on an acid trip. Slowly but surely, we reached the place, it was on the 18th floor and by now even walking to the elevator and waiting for it to rise was such a cool intense experience. Imagination was running wild for me at this point, which should be noted for the upcoming events that is all perceived by me. <!-- Unfortunately, I could not speak about, share, or inquire with my friend A of his experiences because in the end, he perceived it as a bad trip. -->
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Moving on, we arrived at A’s room, dropped everything and I layed on the bed, clearly fried out of my brains because of the peak. My mind was creating whirlwinds with my thoughts, and I was left struggling to keep a calm mind. A was helping me through it, speaking with some encouraging and positive words. It helped.
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Later, A decided to go for a shower, and I had started to sketch and draw on my notebook. All was going along calmly, my mind had quieted too and I was focused mainly on the subject of art. After A had showered, he appeared with a much more sullen face (not as cheerful as before). I asked what’s wrong with a reply of “nothing”. We brushed it off and started to play some more music, and rolled more weed.
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Later, A wanted to ask about my family, we started talking about family. The topic came to A’s dad. He had stopped abruptly and started crying. All the while trying (forcefully) to hug me or pull at my hand. It was alright to me, I knew that A was trustable. But then A would stop crying altogether and look me in the eye. When I looked, I noticed that there were no tears, which now was beginning to scare me as I was pondering if A was really crying or not.
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More conversation about the dad continued, with A stopping right before, “My dad is…” along those lines which indicated to me he did not want to talk about it. So I suggested we stop talking about it as the vibes were beginning to turn dark. A said that I was giving up on him already. More back and forth conversation of me trying to listen and A stopping and being silent in midst of conversation. From this point on, I was trying my hardest to enjoy the trip but A was giving me a hard time to understand the problem in A’s life. I decided to be quiet as well, and was planning to call another friend to meet up instead after A had fallen asleep.
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To no avail, A suddenly grabbed me in an embrace, A was breathing deep against my neck as if sucking life force out of me as a vampire would suck blood. This freaked me out and I pushed A away prepared to fight or flight. A just laughed and said sorry. Twice again A did the forceful acts, again and again I repelled, each time more anger pent up in me as A’s attitude now looked more like an act than something real. I warned A for the last time that I was really disorientated on the acid and to not disturb me like that anymore. I assured A that I will still be available to talk if he wants to.
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A relaxed after smoking some weed and now just paced around the room, looking anxious. I was still debating whether or not to leave because for some reason whenever I looked at A’s face, his eyes, mouth, nose, skull, would morph and scarily enough, A looked like a demon. The ones you see in nightmares. I would like to mention, that I felt as if I had crossed paths with this friend for a number of times in past lives. Why this thought came to me I had no idea but after the trip, A revealed to me that it seemed to him I was an Angel of death and he thought that I was here to take his life. I think that notion was incredibly absurd but somehow made sense to me why I saw the demon faced A and the past lives recognition sensation.
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I am going to end my report here as to not prolong it any longer. Lastly, we both experienced what someone would call a bad trip but have emerged from it more mature and ready to better ourselves from.
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 29, 2020</td><td>Views: 627</td></tr>
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My girlfriend and I had been to a huge dance party in Sydney. We were with a large group of friends. We dropped ecstasy, at the party at about midnight. At 2am, we drop another ecstasy. At about 3am we dropped a 1/2 tab of acid. dosage unknown.
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About 5am we go home, deciding to skip the after parties. We have a joint when we get home to power down, to get some sleep. We get into bed and try to go to sleep. We realise we can't sleep, start to nuzzle, get horny, unsure that the ecstasy will let me get an erection but at this point we are beyond knowing or caring. We start to fuck, so far so normal.
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What I will always remember is what I saw as I began to orgasm. I saw myself floating above a white winter forest. In flashes I saw where I really was and my girlfriend beneath me. The flashed stopped happening. At this point I was above the white forest. I came, the world exploded into an ice storm, ice crystals exploding outward from me.
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I will never forget this vision - extraordinary and never since experienced. I was flying and exploding at the same time. Somehow, I ended up in my girlfriend's arms. She commented that it was obvious I had been somewhere else. I described to her my experience. She was jealous.
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I have tried to replicate it with same sequence of drugs, no success. I would give almost anything, except my life, to experience it again. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I have tried to replicate it with same sequence of drugs, no success. I would give almost anything, except my life, to experience it again.</div></div> Now, at 48, with 2 children, attempting to repeat the sequence is clearly not an option - not because I am afraid of dying, but because my family is so evidently a better option.
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I am not sure what this experience means to you, I don't care. I am just happy to share it with you.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1995</td><td width="90">ExpID: 80870</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 34</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 4, 2020</td><td>Views: 778</td></tr>
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Set: Longtime interest in psychedelics and limited experience with pot and mushrooms as well as salvia. I have a fairly introverted nature and find many aspects of our world interesting such as psychology, philosophy, spirituality, art, physics, etc. and the nuances of these areas.
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Setting: My house with my roommate R and friend I. We were in the house and mostly in the living room for the duration of the trip. We all took one tab of acid and 1/3 of a pot cookie and started doing a little bit of painting as we waited to experience the effects.
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R and I were stenographers and were experiencing great elation as we shared this inside joke. We were recording the time frequently, perhaps every few minutes. Time started becoming distorted. Later, when consulting the journal in which I had been recording the events of the night, the recorded times actually went backwards at one point.
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About an hour into the trip, R. became very distressed and paced around the house a great deal, tried to lie down and sleep (impossible) and decided he wanted to call an ambulance. Fortunately, R.'s brother and roommate arrived and advised R. against this and greatly calmed R. down. R. enjoyed the rest of his trip.
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I was having a blast and feeling very free. One of the few memories I have of this time was discovering a pencil inexplicably between my big and fourth toe and not being sure of whether I had walked around the living room around like that for some strange reason. I was experiencing things from a very different place and was amazed when I suddenly found myself completely conscious just as I was slamming a glass of water. My awareness had been galaxies away milliseconds prior.
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About six hours into the trip, the most profound event of my life happened.!...!....!...
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....almost instantaneously, I realized that that moment was the last moment. My mind tried to reel...what was the next thought?....but there was no next thought. And with that a great terror overcame me. Immediately following the terror was a 'thought' of 'Oh, this is it.....' and I experienced a tremendous bliss. But just as I was having this realization, a terror greater than the previous bliss overcame me as I knew there was no more....then once again, a bliss and realization which completely encompassed all previous feelings overcame me. This cycle repeated over and over and over again and each experience of terror or bliss totally encompassed all previously experienced.
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And all this happened in the exact same moment and no thought was possible.
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My heart was pounding tremendously. I. told me later that I had been shaking for about a half an hour. I had grasped his hand.
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Somehow, I came out of this experience and I remember saying, 'Oh my God, Oh my God' over and over many times. By this time it was perhaps seven hours into the trip and about 5 in the morning. R. and I. were passed or passing out on the living room couches, but I had great energy and stayed up probably for another few hours journalling and trying to comprehend what had happened.
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Note: I had had a great interest in the afterlife prior to the trip as well and had read many reports of near-death experiences and had done research papers in college on the subject. My experience was something of a reversal of my understanding of what would happen after death. Instead of continuing in some way in another form, my message from the trip was, this moment, THIS MOMENT is all you have.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2008</td><td width="90">ExpID: 82062</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 29</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 8, 2020</td><td>Views: 559</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">160 mg</td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 16:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 mg</td>
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It was 1430. I had undone the snug little folding of aluminum and lifted the tiny piece of paper into my mouth. Within an hour the drug began to take hold.
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All went well for the first half, about as well as one could expect from such a drug. I had been in awe of my ceiling tile, which had gone through some wear through the years. The cracks in them extended out like rapidly growing mycelium, or a ribbon worm shooting its web. The sight was so vivid, I was expecting these veinous patterns to melt right off the ceiling and drip into my lap. How disgusting that would have been. My phone buzzed, and I looked at it for a second, but in my peripheral vision I spotted my cast iron radiator. Upon inspection it had a very sleek and colorful sheen, that of oil leaking from a car into a puddle of water. I was expecting this to melt right into the carpet as well, like the T-1000 from Terminator 2. That would have been badass.
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My friend messaged me to ask how my trip was going. I gave him a halfhearted response and watched him finish up his playthrough of "A Hat In Time", which I thought would have been awesome to see. Despite all the amazing colors and visuals happening on my screen, I was too entranced by, to a sober mind, much more mundane things. Very mundane things such as ink pens, my curtains and a plastic water bottle proved much more interesting than the oversaturated cacophony of colors and sparkles. Strange, right? You'd think the game would be much more interesting, but it was hard to focus on it. Some time later, I found myself holding a napkin for whatever reason. With one hand, I lifted this translucent piece of paper up to the sunlight, which had been beaming through my wonderful golden orange "double helix" curtains. With the other, I made shadowpuppets behind the napkin. Yawning cats, barking dogs, and pissed off goats came alive right before my eyes. My hand began to make more abstract and elaborate shapes, resembling Eldritch creatures born of worms, tentacles and the like. In retrospect, this little bout may have been a subconscious foreshadowing of what was to come of the trip.
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I went downstairs to use the bathroom and was in complete awe of the sounds of my house's plumbing. Flushing the toilet was such an amazing experience I decided to add to my water bill just to hear it again. I looked into the mirror and thought to myself "damn I'm handsome" as my face warped and contorted like a mini funhouse mirror.
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Like I had said previously, this all went well for roughly half the trip. About 8 hours of fun time was had, but past that point I began to feel a creeping existential dread. Horrible thoughts and images entered my mind. I decided to stop what I was doing and lay down and close my eyes in silent darkness. This didn't really help, so much as it amplified what I was experiencing.
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Unimaginable streaks of gore and violence entered my mind and I could not escape it. I had felt true cosmic terror, and existential dread. From here on, until I fell asleep, I was no longer me, but a tiny person in my skull watching the inner workings of my mind. Conversations I had with friends and acquaintances vividly played out on a screen in my head while all these disturbing visuals were happening in the background. Repeating bits of music I very much enjoy played in my head just, but at a lower pitch and slower tempo. The music flowed on, and eventually began to play backwards. Despite all the "training" I had done, there were times almost nothing could convince me that I wasn't going crazy. I genuinely thought I was developing psychosis or schizophrenia, or mania.
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I began to experience the sensation of vasoconstriction. My legs became restless, and I had an indescribable feeling in my chest that resonated down to my groin. Interestingly, my heart rate was steady the whole time. It later occurred to me that the vasoconstriction may have caused by ingesting caffeine during the trip. Never in my 8 trips have I experienced vasoconstriction, but then again, I never mix drugs unless it's cannabis with caffeine. This night was an exception.
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At this point, the open eyed visuals subsided, but the closed eye visuals and mentality did not. At the time I thought that this was not actually LSD, but some unknown research chemical such as DOx, or nBOME. Surely this couldn't be the case, as I was in the room with my friend as he reagent tested his haul from the very same sheet I clipped mine off of.
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The trip lasted for about 16 hours in total. At the end, around 0630, I took an Ambien so I could catch up on some sleep and end this waking nightmare. Just before I slipped into unconsciousness, I had a "vision" of myself in some primordial womb. I was entrapped by glossy cells of flesh, best comparable to an acrylic pour painting. I felt almost like the Starchild from 2001 A Space Odyssey. This is the last of what I remember.
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Did all of this happen, or was it just in my head? Suffice to say, it was all in my head, not counting the vasoconstriction. I'm fine now, I woke up feeling refreshed and energetic. I don't have psychosis, and I'm mentally stable. So what was up with that fucked up trip? How can a person go from serenity to mania with the snap of a finger? We just don't know.
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I will spare the details of my personal revelations during this trip, but I will say that I had learned a lot about myself, my upbringing, and how I interact with those around me. At the very least, I gained some insight into what real mental illness may feel like.
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I should note that I have experienced eye floaters all of my life. Whenever I trip, these become accentuated and very distracting, especially if looking at the sky or a solid color. Little bits of my eye will dance around the text of books and of my computer monitor, leaving mini tracers. It's all very dazzling until the drug wears off and I notice them in my regular life for a couple of weeks. I think that's actually the worst part of tripping, having to deal with this stupid floater bullshit. (Yes, even including this trip.)<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2020</td><td width="90">ExpID: 114409</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 8, 2020</td><td>Views: 954</td></tr>
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LSD is a wonderful drug. <!-- I am a strong believer that everyone should try it once if they are mentally capable of doing so. That being said, it is a strong psychedelic which can drastically alter your perception and mental state permanently.
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On a nice day, with friends you know and trust, LSD can open your mind to ideas and thoughts you never would have imagined otherwise. -->My first time trying LSD, I was with 4 very close friends. My parents were out of town, so we had the whole house to ourselves, it was also spring time and beautiful. This was the best time I have ever had on LSD. I felt like an 8 year old girl again, experiencing life through new eyes. Puns were prevalent through this trip also, which made it absolutely hilarious. When tripping on acid, I would always think of life; the meaning of life, and its connection with the universe. These thoughts have completely changed the way I perceive the world, and I would have never imagined them without the help of LSD. Another interesting point about my experience with acid, is that I always seemed to find absolutely fascinating things when tripping. I have speculated that this could be from my mind reacting at a slower rate; taking in ALL the information it can.
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However, where there is a positive side, there is always a negative. A high dosage of acid can completely knock me out of reality. I have been at this state; tottering on the line of perfectly out-of-this-world tripped and WAY too high. The general public is very scary when tripping, and honestly, kind of disgusting. I avoid public places. Also, I make sure that the people I am doing acid with are genuine, trustworthy people. <!-- It isn't bad to do acid with someone you're merely acquainted with, but trust your gut. -->I experienced a huge falling out with a person I previously considered a close friend. I saw him in a very different light one time on acid, he seemed sneaky and creepy, and I cannot bring myself to be as close to him now as I was before. I have also experienced a lot of 'mind explosions' where I would honestly have no idea what was happening around me, at one point, I thought I was living in my imagination. Loops are scary and can happen at high dosage, where my mind is stuck in a pattern of behaviour and thought. For me, smoking weed ALWAYS made a trip about 50% more intense than it was previously, so if I or a friend are tripping bad, we do not smoke weed.
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Acid <!-- can provide a user with virtually endless possibilities. It -->is a VERY unpredictable drug and even dosing can be difficult, especially with tabs. I have had tabs so weak that it took 15 to get a good high, and tabs so strong that half of one was enough to finish me off for a day. <!-- Get feedback about what tabs you are doing before hand so you don't go crazy. -->A one-time acid trip is awesome, and can make me want to do it every weekend. I refrain from doing this as continuous acid use could REALLY mess up my mental state and mind. <!-- If you have any hidden demons in the back of your mind, they WILL UNDOUBTEDLY come out with prolonged acid use.-->
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<!-- Be safe, stay positive and be prepared. -->Acid is one hell of a drug.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2010</td><td width="90">ExpID: 94949</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 15, 2020</td><td>Views: 635</td></tr>
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LSD and Mystical Experience
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I am writing this down many years later, but the experience is still vivid to me <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I am writing this down many years later, but the experience is still vivid to me</div></div>, for it was my first experience of eternity.
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I took LSD, and saw the environment around me changing and becoming distorted. I thought, if a drug can change perception, then perception is not very reliable. I wondered if there was anything that was ultimately true, and if there was a way to discover this.
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Then my mind formed itself into a sword, and it pointed to a tiny point, a diamond, which was Reality. And I knew that I would seek Reality, that I wanted to understand it more than anything in the world. I did not care if the town exploded around me, if I lived or died- the only important thing was to grasp Reality. My sword would cut through all of the false ideas that I had learned, what I had assumed, what I had been forced to believe or believed out of error. I would find what was ultimately true, if it was the last thing that I did.
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This strong intention made the sword start cutting through veils of illusion, which looked like silk scarves printed with geometrical designs and mandalas. These were my memories in visual form. The sword cut right through the center- any time my attention veered off from the center, I would get caught in a colored pattern and suddenly I was back in my childhood, looking at a design on wrapping paper or the drapes of my childhood home. I continued back past my childhood, past my birth, back past previous births, past the birth of the solar system and the universe. I was traveling on a bright river of light, led by the sword, towards the center of Reality.
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I traveled and traveled and traveled, past beautiful and unknown regions. Eventually the river of light entered a vast ocean of light, and I was within it. I could travel no further, for the center was everywhere. It was a great and infinite ocean of consciousness, brilliant and blazing and glorious, the beginning and end of all things. Where all things that passed away were Becoming, this was Being Itself, simultaneously a light and an ocean and a substance, the substance of Reality. It looked like a sort of mercury, shining, both liquid and solid, full of rainbows flowing into each other. Every wave flowed into every other wave, and it was full of vast patterns of meaning. It was the clay from which both mind and matter were made.
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At first, I was able to observe it, but then I was it, and I was the vast ocean of blazing awareness. Being Itself was all that there really was, and everything else was waves within waves in this ocean, reflections within patterns within echoes. All things came from here, and all things returned, yet it never really changed. This glorious light and joy was Reality, not the cramped darkness that I had known as the physical world. Everything that I had learned up to that time was like knowing only a tiny part of toe, instead of a whole body.
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While time and space were not relevant concepts for this state, I later noticed that it was evening and realized that I had been exploring this realm for about eight hours. As the vision faded, I wondered why nobody else ever spoke of this state. Was I the only one that knew about it? Why was I born in an age when such things are forgotten or unknown? I should have been born in the ancient world, when people were closer to their origins, and remembered such things. Now I was born into a world of ignorance and amnesia, and nobody would understand the importance of this state.
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I knew that I would never forget this experience, and that I would not allow it to be forgotten. I would dedicate my life to learning about this, and try to remind the world of such experiences as best I could. I would draw, I would write, I would study. This was the greatest truth of all, and would be the path of my life.
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As a note, it did become my life work- I am a researcher and professor in the field of mysticism. However, I study the experiences of others, and I bracket my own experiences for academic research and publication.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
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Decided to take a trip while at a festival over the weekend. Psychedelic bands for 3 days made for the perfect experience.
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1:15pm- <!-- took the liquid L. -->Was given a dose of some liquid LSD. This was the end of the doses. People had been licking the cap, and we had just put a tiny amount of alcohol in the container to push out the LSD that was stuck to the side. In other words, free LSD, no one thought we were going to trip from it. <!-- The standard amount was 100mg, although I'm certain I got a little less than that.-->
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3:00pm- still have felt no effects. Figured the shit was done for, and went on a quest to find some blotter.
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3:30pm- still haven't found good blotter. Contemplating finding more boomers.
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3:40pm- stumble across the river. Kept insisting to friends that we saw a stork. Upon investigation, the stork was actually just a broken lawnmower...
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4:00pm- ate a wonderful ganja rice krispy treat. Strongest thing I've ever ate. The thing probably had enough for 4 people.
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4:35pm- relaxing by the bonfire, trying to find some people with blotter.
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4:50pm- all of a sudden, the area starts spinning. I'm getting crazy visuals of the trees circling around and everything around the trees looks like it's getting drawn with a paint brush (reminded me of a Bob Ross painting).
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5:00pm- go in the tent. Trying to figure out wtf is going on. I begin questioning if the rice kripsy treats contained shrooms as well. However, no one else is tripping from the treats, so I'm still a bit confused.
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5:15pm- laying down in the tent and I feel streams of light wash up my entire body and surround me. I notice my eyes begin moving around super fast as my body moves to the beat of the music.
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5:30pm- The liquid LSD has actually worked and it has kicked in. Never have I waited over 4 hours for a trip to begin!
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5:40pm- decide to try to hula hoop. Taught myself 4 new tricks I didn't know earlier, go figure.
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6:00pm- turned off my phone and put it away. From here on out, I am OUT OF MY MIND.
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I lay back down in the tent and begin getting a feel of the music. My body begins to spasm. It begins at my knees. I bend my knees and they turn into jelly. It moves up my body and my back and spine begin to turn to jelly. My arms then spasm out from the sides and begin waving around as my neck and head follows the feel of the music.
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I can see myself above my body, looking at it spasm. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I can see myself above my body, looking at it spasm.</div></div> The tent begins to grow bigger and I begin to roll around, while still watching myself from above. I get up and dance around the tent, and by now the music feels like it is completely inside me and I'm the one conducting it.
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I head towards the music. I walk from my tent to the stage. The trees and people stay still. I can see them lightly swaying, but so far-no visuals in my peripheral vision. However, as I stare down towards the stage I am seeing visuals from the lights. The lights are engulfing the stage, and a spaceship is beginning to land on top of the stage tent. As I walk closer, the road keeps extending, and gets longer and longer. I feel like I'm never going to make it.
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Once I get up front, I begin to dance around. I can no longer see myself from above, but as I dance I get a sense of floating. I float around the stage until I wander towards a tree. I begin to lay down and continue listening to the music.
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My body begins spasming again. I watch myself from above and I see my body twist and turn as I feel my bones move around and eventually turn to mush. I continue to do this until my bones feel like they are in the correct place again. I then re-enter my body and walk back towards the tent.
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I lay down and see colors radiating from the top of the tent. A bright red surrounds the outside of the tent, and a wheel of color begins spinning above my head. I watch these visuals until the end of my trip.
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My friend came in the tent around 4am, and I was just then coming down and going to sleep.
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It's now 2:04 pm the following day. My pupils are no longer dilated but my arms and legs feel disconnected. Whenever I move them around I move them and then see them move again. I filmed myself moving, and I appear to be moving normally (according to the video) but I feel myself repeating all movements a good 3-5 times.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 92930</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr>
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Let's start this off by stating that I'm not an experienced tripper. I've done LSD twice before this particular experience, and I believe the first time it was actually something else. I've consumed mushrooms approximately six times, but have never taken more than an eighth at a time. Nevertheless, I've been a daily weed smoker for about 5 years now. I am twenty years old, female, and weigh about 135 pounds.
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To give you a very brief background of my previous experience, you should probably know that I had a rocky relationship with Acid/LSD after my first experience. As mentioned above, I believe my first dose was something a little different than LSD, as I was having some extreme ego loss and intense visuals despite only taking one hit. I wasn’t in a particularly good setting at the time, however, and I don’t believe that I was fully prepared for the effects. Still, it was eye opening and I felt the call to do it again, in a better mindset, so that I could experience more positive aspects of it. My second time around, I was in my house, and it was a truly lovely experience. The visuals were beautiful, and I spent most of my time walking the beach and standing on jetties while waves crashed against my legs. I believe that my second experience helped my overcome the fear that I had felt since my previous trip. Still, I didn’t have the time or energy to take the drug again until about six months later, which brings me to this particular trip, which has definitely shown me all of the wonderful things that LSD can do.
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I bought the little square of blotter acid from one of my friends during the Saint Patrick’s Day parade in my hometown. It had perforated edges, with an almost plaid-like design on it, and a pink line going diagonally across it. Since I was already drunk and around a lot of people, I decided to wait until the next day to actually take it. My last two experiences were at night, and this time I wanted to trip during the day so that I could know what it was like.
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On the morning of, I woke up very early. Around 7:30 AM, I was lying in my bed trying to decide what time I wanted to drop in, and eventually decided that 8:30 AM would probably be good so that I could be peaking around 11 AM when I planned to really start my day. My mindset was actually very good at the time. It had been months since my last trip, but I felt mentally prepared and excited. My friend had spent the night and was still sleeping, but I knew that we had a fun day ahead of us. We had spent the previous at the parade and had a wonderful time. My relationship with my S/O was going really well, and I remember feeling very happy and content with my life before taking the dose. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I remember feeling very happy and content with my life before taking the dose.</div></div> I put the strip of paper on my tongue 8:30 AM, and then took to watering my plants as I waited for the dose to kick in. It was around 9:15 when I started to feel the effects, as I recall looking at the crown molding in my house and it appeared to have little lines of bright colors trimming the edges of it. I decided to jump in the shower, for what reason I don’t know, I just figured that it would feel good and that the smell of nice shampoo would be pleasant. Boy, was I right!
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In the shower, the water felt incredible against my skin, nothing like my experiences with mushrooms in which I was really sensitive to hot water. Shaving cream was absolutely hilarious to me, and I kept spraying it all over my hand and playing it with. I felt quite ridiculous, as I was laughing and having a great time while simply taking a shower, but I am a bit of a kid at heart and I was just trying to have a good time. I remember looking at the palms of my hand while the water splashed against it and thinking how cool it looked, and I was amazed by all the way the lines in the tile seemed to form a pattern around my entire field of vision. At one point, I dropped my razor out of the shower and couldn’t find it, and thought that I was imagining holding it, but realized how ridiculous that was eventually found it laying outside of the curtain. I knew at that point that I was in a fun ride, and there was permanent smile across my face as I turned off the water, put on a towel, and brushed my hair. Once dried off and dressed, I felt the need to hear music, so I flipped some on and packed a bowl.
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The music sounded wonderful at this point. I could hear every different instrument being played separately, but at the same time I noticed how they all worked together to create one melody. It was very interesting, and around this time (10:00 AM), my friend woke up. I was feeling the effects greatly at this point, so we turned on a show about weird paranormal experiences or something. I remember them talking about different realities and shadow people and I felt very interested but also weirded out, especially after smoking weed. It had given me a bit of a bad vibe, and I felt the urge to get out of the situation. I guess now I probably could have just turned the show off, but that didn’t seem to come to mind at the time, and at any rate I wanted to go outdoors. I decided to go on a walk, and since my friend wasn’t ready to go out, I set out on my own.
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At this time it was around 11:30, so I figured that I was probably peaking. My thoughts began to race as I considered humanity, my self-identity, and reality. I remember pondering how every thought and experience led humans to form opinions, thus forming their own perceptions and their own reality. I thought about time travel, and the inaccuracy of my own perceptions. As I passed my giant oak trees, I reflected on the fact that it started from just a tiny seed, and that everything in my own life is just a seed that can grow into giant things. I remember thinking that as long as you plant good seeds, you can form your own reality and make it as wonderful as you’d like. While it was wonderful, and offered some powerful introspection, it did make me a little anxious. I’m generally a bit of a control freak, so all of the racing thoughts made me a bit uncomfortable although the ideas that I had formed allowed me to control the situation, and as long as I remained positive, everything was bright and happy.
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I must have walked for a long time, because my trip got harder as I went along. The trees seemed to be speaking to me, and I could feel each of their essences and personalities as I walked past them. The massive Live Oak trees were groaning like an old man, the dainty flowers danced and giggled in the wind, and vines seemed to creep and crawl across the landscape. None of this was very overwhelming, I remember feeling in control and powerful. Ideas of grandiosity formed in my mind as I felt like I had the power to understand plants and the nature around me, although I was fully aware that I had taken a drug and was obviously not godly in any way.
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When I finally made it back to my street, it made me feel anxious to see trash lying on the ground. I went around and picked up litter and threw it in my outside trash can, because I felt like Mother Nature shouldn’t be tarnished by people’s trash. For about ten minutes I walked around outside picking up trash. After I had gotten almost all of it up, I felt very relieved and like I had done a good deed for Earth. This is probably ridiculous, but at the time it seemed necessary. I’ve always had a very profound attachment to the world around me, and my recent venture into the world of gardening probably led me to do this. I just felt like leaving trash outside was a slap in the face to nature. After I finished, I walked back inside where I found my friend, let’s call her E, awake and getting ready to head out for our day. I packed another bowl, smoked it, then got dressed and packed my stuff to go to the beach. I should mention that I live on a small island, and the beach was just a mile down the road. It was a beautiful March day and the sun was bright in the sky. When we got in the car, E drove and I sat in the passenger seat as we went to the other side of the island where to beach was. Once we got there, we put out towels and poured ourselves a mixed drink of whiskey and coke.
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At this point, it was probably around 12:45 or 1:00 PM, and the effects of the LSD were wearing. I remember basking in the sun and wanting to roll in the sand or swim in the ocean, I just felt incredibly in touch with my surroundings and longed to be enveloped in nature. I drank about two mixed drinks, and an hour later, E and I decided to get up and go walk through the nearby shops. I remember feeling very hungry around this time, which seemed weird to me because I had never felt hungry during other trips. We went out onto the main strip, where I bought myself and peanut butter cup ice cream cone and then set off to walk around the shops. These were mostly tourist places, with your typical beach nonsense. Being a local, I never really bought anything from these places, but they are fun to window shop in. Still, I was drawn in by the bright colors of everything. I felt like a little kid in a candy shop, as if I was seeing things for the first time and was absolutely amazed by the colors and interesting objects found within. I was playing with toys, and spent a large amount of time watching the hermit crabs that these places sold as pets within. Everything felt alive, intense, and surreal. I ended up buying some very bright bumper stickers and a new belly button ring. It just felt right for some reason.
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After shopping around, E and I realized that the weather had taken a turn for the worse. Clouds were now covering the sky, and a strong wind was tearing through town. She had been talking to one of her close friends, C, and he was planning on driving out to the beach to pick us up and take us in town since the weather had gotten bad. E drove back to my house and I smoked another bowl as she took a shower and got ready. I could feel the effects dwindling now, it was about 3 PM, or 7 hours after I had taken the dose. Fractals were still apparent if I focused hard on objects, and my mind was still thinking deep thoughts, but it wasn’t nearly as intense as it was before. I remember trying to watch videos and take large hits of weed in an attempt to prolong the effects. I don’t think it did much though.
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On the drive into town with E and her friend C, I was very quiet. I sat in the back of the car with sunglasses on, and didn’t say a word. The windows were down and the wind felt excellent against my face. It took us a long time to find parking once we were in town, and I found myself to be very hungry and annoyed that we couldn’t find a space so that we could go in and eat. It also took us a while to walk to the restaurant we had decided to go to, and I felt very dreary and a little confused as we worked our way towards the destination. When we finally got there, we were seated and I immediately ordered. It was amazing to me how hungry I was, but once the food arrived, I was in heaven. Everything tasted absolutely wonderful to me, and once I was full I was struck with a second wind of energy. We finished up our meal and went to walking around outside and in stores. At this point a headache began to cause me a great deal of pain, and even though I still felt a little bit of confusion and some slight tracers, I was mostly down from my trip. After walking around for about an hour, we returned the car and C drove us back home. It was about 7 PM at this point, and I lit another bowl. The weed gave me a few more effects of the LSD, but it was mostly unpleasant and made me anxious. The television was on and the flashes were making me jittery, but the overall positive experience that I had was enough to keep me in a good mindset. Plus, there were virtually no effects remaining from the trip.
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Deciding that I should try to get some sleep, I took a Benadryl and some ZZZQuil around 9 PM. I also took my regularly prescribed antidepressant and vitamins. My boyfriend called me and told me that he loved me very much, which I remember made me feel extraordinarily happy. I laid down on the couch and watch TV before I began to feel very sleepy, at which point I turned over and fell into a sound slumber. I can’t recall having any dreams, and I didn’t wake up at all throughout the night. I woke up the next morning around 10:30 AM, and felt very well rested and rejuvenated. The experience left me amazed and perplexed by the wonders of this drug. I felt is I had completely made peace with LSD, and the previous bad experience that I had was nothing but a far off memory. I felt excited to try again, and there was a sense of power from having such a good trip. It seemed like I had gained knowledge on how to control my trip and think positively so that I could always have a good time while on it.
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I haven’t tried it again since, but I know that I will sometime soon. I have immense respect and very positive feelings towards this drug. I know that I’ve only delved in the shallow waters, but I feel that it can offer some extremely powerful knowledge. I have a working understanding on what it does to my brain, and the things that I can learn from it. The thing that surprised me most about this experience was how hungry I was, and how easy it was to control it. If I ever felt bad, I could just put a smile on my face and I would instantly feel better. Colors would look darker if sadness came over me, but within seconds, positive thinking would lift the world into brightness, and I felt like I had the power to control anything. <!-- I would recommend this drug to anybody that has some soul searching to do, although it should absolutely be handled with the utmost care and respect. Once you’re right with yourself, this drug can bring you power that you never dreamed of. It can show you the power of positive thinking, actions, and words. -->Everything causes a ripple, and our perceptions form our own reality. Perceiving things as positive, even when it’s not working out, can not only bring me peace while I'm tripping, but it has the power to completely change my everyday life. I feel that my life has been enhanced from this experience, and I’m very excited to swim deeper into the unknown. I will stress the power that it can have however<!-- , as I don’t want anyone to take it lightly-->. This is a very powerful thing, and learning how to handle it is crucial. Lucy is one of the most enlightening things that I’ve ever done, but like everything, there are some drawbacks. <!-- Don’t put anything into your body unless you know what you’re taking, and try to become as happy with yourself as you can before you take anything psychedelic. Most importantly, be safe but still have fun. Enjoy the places that the drug takes you, and learn everything that you can from it. -->It is truly a fascinating and wonderful thing when <!-- you-->I learn how to control it.<!-- End Body -->
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To begin with, I am always willing to try new experiences, and when the opportunity arises I usually partake. I had tried mushrooms a few times, mescaline once and pot way too much. I also got to finally meet LSD 6 months previous to this experience. It was a relatively small dose (one hit), yet I still had an amazing time. I had two other opportunities to dabble in this marvelous psychedelic realm and both of those were about the same intensity-wise as the first. Thus I felt the need, with a newfound dealer, to partake in a truly psychedelic experience.
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You see, the first three times I tried LSD I had low effects. There was slight wall breathing, and if I stared at patterns I would see *something* happening, but I could never place it. Of course the sound of music was divine to my ears and I could introspect much more intensely and productively than I normally would be able to, but through these experiences I was always hoping for the classic trip. By this I mean synaesthesia, ego-death and rebirth, and VISUALS. Well, I didn't quite get this nice tidy package with my latest trip, but I feel it was very helpful both spiritually and as it relates to my life.
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I acquired two hits of blotter acid (white and thick, kind of like construction paper with no sign of a design), and wondered whether I should eat both at the same time. I decide that, because I had never eaten acid from this batch, I should test drive it with one hit, and see how it goes from there. By the way, it is possible that the actual amount of LSD present can differ drastically between batches, so testing out a hit is probably a good idea.
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Well, one hour after taking it, I am noticing threshold effects. Acid usually kicks in pretty well by this time for me, so I figure I should eat the other one. I do so, and notice that there are rushes of energy going up my spine, and my teeth start to clench ever so slightly on the piece of paper I am in the process of chewing. I realize that the second hit, which was noticeably larger than the first, will kick this trip into something I have never experienced before.
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I really have no idea about the times that anything happened during the *majority of the* peak, so I'll just say that this part of the trip lasted for about five hours. I spent most of this time contemplated the ultimate beauty that is music and trying to flesh out the details for a short film (I am a Film Student). By the way, <!--if you have never heard of--> 'Shpongle' and 'Air' <!--and you are thinking of tripping or currently tripping, you should check them out. Both -->are ambient electronic groups, a style great for tripping out to.
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For those interested in tripping, I also did spend a lot of time trying to figure out how to describe tripping to one who has never experienced it. I think that tripping basically makes one aware of almost all possible stimuli from the environment. For example, if I look at a cement wall when I'm sober I just see a pitted wall with lines. On Acid I might see *every single* hole in the wall at the same time. Now add every possible other stimulus: taste, touch, smell, and hearing. This is tripping. It sounds chaotic, and it is, but I soon learned that I can focus on certain aspects and decrease my awareness of others until I am comfortable.
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Anyways, on to the main point of this painfully long-winded report. I decide to go get dinner with some friends in my dorm about 6 hours after ingesting the acid. I had come down a great deal from the peak and I thought that I was comfortable enough to act normal in a crowded cafeteria. Oh, and did I mention that I never told any of them that I was tripping, and had no inclination to do so? (I'm not sure why I didn't want to tell them, but they had no idea I used acid, so that's most likely the reason).
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Well, I thought I could handle myself. It's just a little afterglow I'm experiencing right now, right? Apparently not. About five minutes after sitting down, I realize that I can't quite tell how big my tray is. I'm still tripping?! I start losing it, I thought this was the part where I come down! I try not to laugh at every little thing, and almost succeed, until I break out into loud and noticeable laughter over a friendly argument occurring between two of my friends. I find two other friends laughing with me so I do not feel like I am drawing all the attention to myself...but I decide I should leave, and everyone else is done so they get up to follow. I stand up, and the tiled floor ahead of me expands exponentially. I take what seems to be a gargantuan step and move a couple inches. I quickly remember how to walk in the psychedelic realm, and proceed back to my dorm room to spend the rest of the night remembering what it's like to be normal.
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The point of this report is that I wasn't fully prepared to trip in the setting of a crowded area or with my company.<!-- When you trip you should try and make sure that you don't have to hide the fact that you're tripping from close friends, and be at least somewhat prepared for what this chemical is ready to throw at you.--> If I wasn't at least somewhat experienced with psychedelic drugs, I probably would have panicked in the cafeteria, causing quite an unwanted scene. So, all I have to say is this showed how important it is to really pay attention to set and setting.<!--, and... Happy Tripping--><!-- End Body -->
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-->Aprox 10.15 (T+0) It is the day after the [Ireland] general election. It is blustery and stormy out, and I decide to drop one tab of good quality Dr Seuss LSD along with 800mg phenibut. My experience has led me to believe that they are around 140 – 160 ug range. After my highly enjoyable recent trip with the Simpsons tabs, I was eager to enter the gates of psychedelia again. It is a weekend, so my family are at home. Because of how manageable, clear and pro-social my last trip was I was curious to experiment with entering a heightened consciousness in a more social domestic setting.
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(T+1.15): The come up already feels stronger than from my recent trip with 1.5 of Simpsons blotters. These are definitely stronger. I have that familiar acid come-up gurgling and churning in my stomach. Having a relatively heavy cooked breakfast probably didn’t help. My mind is beginning to feel amorphous and flowing. Colours are brighter and more vibrant, gradients have increased, and the familiar acid sheen is back. The sun is breaking through the clouds and I can feel energies flowing through currents in my body which makes we want to move. I might try out a few asanas… The sun is out for now, so I have decided to go out for a hike and experience the elements instead.
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I went out for a walk to witness the storm on the coast. I had a distinct urge to go out and face the storm. I walked through the local nature trail and smoked a bit of hash in some secluded spots overlooking the sea. I contacted a friend of mine who happens to be a witch to ask if there are any Irish God/ess associated with wind and storm. She informed me that there is in fact an Irish goddess of the storm called Caillach and that this is her season. Her cohort is also taken to be Manannán, the god of the sea with further associations to sea storms. This synchronicity influenced the remainder of my trip.
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I stopped at several times to sit and experience the force of the storm and feel the spray of sea against me. I felt at home in it, comfortable in the storm. I recognised the turbulent sea as being our primordial evolutionary home. At one point I ushered forth an invocation to these gods which is included in the notes bellow, taken during my coastal hike.
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(T+2.50): Caillach and Manannán we recognise your chaotic force as the underlying truth! We accept you into our life and the beauty that so flourishes forth from it. Hail the storm! Hail Eris!
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(T+3.00): The visuals with LSD are all fluff, LSD is about the clarity. Seeing things as they are. LSD is like attaching microscopes to each retina. I can see everything in its pure clarity. It’s not an hallucination, it is just truly seeing.
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(T+3.10): Caillach and Manannán we welcome you. Your upheaval is needed for evolution to progress.
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Love. Chaos. Power.
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The walk was invigorating and enjoyable, and I felt a real comradery with the others who were out to witness the storm.
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At one point the rain and hail started coming down heavy and with the gale force winds and my lack of raingear aside from a raincoat I was apprehensive about my hike home. Luckily a friendly couple passing by in their car stopped and offered me a lift. I was talking briefly to a nice Polish man who had been caught out while running. Interacting with people came easily and didn’t feel awkward or forced. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">Interacting with people came easily and didn’t feel awkward or forced.</div></div>
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When I got home, I took 50mg of ketamine and a long hot bath. I soaked in the hot water and felt connected to Manannán, the ocean…
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(T+7.00): It is most vital for anthropologists to recognise the FUNDAMENTAL importance of the phenomenological experience to human life!
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Following the electoral coverage, it seems that the stormy upheaval outside is an apt metaphor for the general political climate. Sinn Fein have gained record votes and there has been a seismic shift away from the neoliberal status quo of Fine Gael / Fail that has dominated Irish politics since independence, towards a left alternative in young voters. People want a radical upheaval and revaluation of the values that our society and culture represent.
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Since I have been home, I have been able to communicate and socialise with my family with ease. I seem pretty comfortable socially on this dose of LSD. I have begun to believe that I often find low dose (20 – 60 ug) trips more uncomfortable than higher ones; I have a tendency towards anxiety on them. Not quite in and not quite out either, stuck in an uncomfortable liminal zone. For me personally I think it has to be a proper microdose (
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Overall a very nice trip. I feel ready to embrace the storm and chaos that are the impetus towards novelty and evolution.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 29</td><td> </td></tr>
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At 15 I had been put on medications for bipolar disorder against my will because my father had it, I experienced some depressions, but I did not think I was actually bipolar, I never experienced mania and I never really felt like I had a mental disorder. I was on and off of drugs and wasn't really affected by them (probably bc I was an all-county track athlete in high school). Then after a severe depression spring freshman year of college that had me on the brink of suicide I came home and started feeling good again, it was summer and I could make up from my poor performance in the next semester. Things were looking up, I had a good job, my life was under control again. There wasn't a better time to try LSD.
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I was at my friend's house and I took 1 blotter at 5:15 and the second at 5:35, a big mistake but I didn't realize that at the time. At 6:15 I felt the onset of the acid, I felt weird and then the flowers on the table I was sitting at started growing. I told my friend what was happening and asked if this was it and he said not even close, just wait until you peak. Then I put on Dark Side of the Moon on headphones. As Speak to Me/Breathe came on the first wave really hit. I looked at my Zune and the prism started rotating and the light beams started moving up and down. At the time, I felt like this was the beginning of the greatest experience of my life. Then everything started “swimming” and I looked at a clock in the room and it started to contort and melt in on itself. I was elated, it was everything I ever dreamed of and so much more. I decided to go outside and smoke some pot, I wanted to experience nature. Walking around outside, I tripped balls, everything was doing everything and I couldn't get enough. I couldn't stop thinking: Life is where it's at and that my mind was beautiful. Why hadn't everyone done this? Why is this illegal? That is all I could think about.
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The rest of the visuals weren't important, just same old weird acid things, that weird pattern on everything, the Camel walking across the desert on my pack of cigarettes, etc. What is important is during the peaks, I had 2 because I was an idiot and took the blotter at separate times, I had a life (and brain chemistry) altering experience. It was during this time I was in a small room, incapacitated on the couch, waiting for the trip to be over, stuck in a thought loop about the moment is all experience, everything is one, all that hippy shit. My thoughts raced and I couldn't function, they went too fast and I realized that my brain chemistry could not handle this, I must be bipolar and this was a terrible idea. When I came down from the acid, I changed my mind, I felt like it was the greatest experience of my life. I wanted everyone to drop. I felt like I was never more alive. My thoughts moved a million miles per second, but that was because I was a genius. I was on a different level than the rest of the world. I was a genius, an artist, a innovator. I was invincible.
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Reality check. I was manic. I ended up taking 14 more tabs during 5 trips that summer. One of those times was 3 tabs at work and I'm a lifeguard. The more acid I took, the faster my thoughts were and the more I left the planet, the more manic I got. It took until I could barely function before I went to a psychiatrist and started getting treated for bipolar disorder.
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Bottom line: The amount of acid I took really exacerbated my bipolar disorder<!-- , if you are bipolar understand that this is the risk you take when you do this drug (or any psychedelic for that matter)-->.
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Just to be clear, LSD did not give me bipolar disorder, that does not happen, I was already genetically predisposed.
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This does not mean I regret dropping acid, in fact I regard it as one of the most important experiences of my life. I am and always will be a strong advocate of the psychedelic experience.
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 30, 2020</td><td>Views: 983</td></tr>
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My Experience: LSD Mixed With Psychiatric Meds
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<!-- I went to a party on Friday and I was drinking a lot. My friend said he had 100 micrograms of LSD at his house which was too little for him now, so he offered to give it to me. After the party, my friend drove me home and we picked it up on the way. I got super nervous about having LSD in my house and I couldn’t fall asleep so I drove it back to his house at around 4:00 am. I was able to fall asleep pretty quickly after that.
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Before I returned the LSD I texted my friend and asked if he could trip sit me. When I told him that I returned the acid, he said he had some that he could give me. So we decided that I would trip on Monday.
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A little background information on me is -->I take the antipsychotic Risperdal (1mg in the morning and 2mg at night), the antidepressant Wellbutrin (150 mg in the morning), and the dopamine promoter Cabergoline (.25mg twice a week). The last med, Cabergoline, is used to lower my prolactin levels which were elevated by the Risperdal. On Sunday, I took my morning meds but not my night meds and on Monday I didn’t take my morning meds on purpose because I knew that my meds could damper the effects of LSD. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I knew that my meds could damper the effects of LSD.</div></div>
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I picked up my friend at around 1:00 pm on Monday and we drove over to my house. We stayed in my basement. Both my parents were home because they work at home. He brings out the LSD and I get super nervous so I say I’m going to wait for a while. We were playing Lego Star Wars and at around 2:30 pm I said I was ready so I took 1 tab which he said was 100 micrograms but we did not test it so who knows how much it actually was and if it was actually LSD. I took it sublingually and it was probably under my tongue for about 20 minutes before I swallowed it.
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I pretty much instantly felt high but I was definitely not tripping. I was very happy and chatting a lot with my friend who was trip sitting me. I put on a Mac Demarco album and the music sounded very good. I first felt like I was tripping about an hour after I took the tab when I went to use the bathroom. I was light headed and I felt a lot of pleasure in my body. My friend suggests at around this time to go to a local trail that was only 5 minutes from my house so he drives me over there in my car.
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The trail is usually pretty busy but since it is the middle of the day on a Monday I probably only saw a person every 5 minutes. When we started hiking the trail I got very weird thoughts. For instance, I thought there was a species in another universe that were playing as humans in a video game, and we were in that video game. I told my friend that I thought that when I started taking my meds, a different person started playing me in that video game and that is why I acted differently.
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About 15 minutes into the hike (between an hour and 15 minutes to an hour and a half after I took the tab) I felt super lightheaded so I decided to sit down in the shade. I notice a leaf is floating and I start to freak out and breathe very heavily. This is when things got really bad. I got very overwhelmed that we had to walk all the way back. It seemed like an impossible task even though it was a very short walk. I try to get into a comfortable position but it is impossible. I felt completely disconnected from my body. It felt like I was way skinnier than I actually am and it feels like I’m floating every time I try to walk. I lie down a listen to music which helps a little. I say to my friend sometime during this that I think I am having a bad trip. He tells me not to worry about it.
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I start freaking out and decide to take a pill of 2mg of Risperdal that I brought with me <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I start freaking out and decide to take a pill of 2mg of Risperdal that I brought with me</div></div> because it will stop the trip. This is probably an hour and 45 minutes after I took the tab. To my surprise, it does not work instantly. At this point I just randomly start moaning and crying but it only lasts a few seconds and then I try to get comfortable again. The cycle repeats a couple of times, I moan and cry for a few seconds and then try to get comfortable. My friend asks if I want to hug. We then hug each other for around 30 minutes. We would let go every time somebody walks by but I would get very freaked out during that time. The hug really kept me grounded and helped me not worry too much about having a bad trip. At the end of the 30 minutes, probably around 2 hours and 30 minutes after I took the tab, I suggest that we hug as we walk. We kind of just put our arms around each other and I had a hard time walking in straight lines.
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During this walk I feel pretty happy and the anxiety of the bad trip goes away. We sit down on a bench and I get very cool visuals. The best way to describe it is that some areas of my vision would enlarge and some areas would contract. Everything was swirling together. When I closed my eyes I could picture very complex objects such as a guitar as if it were real life, which I can normally never do. I also get tracers when I close my eyes. Slowly the visuals stop and the trip fades away. By the time we leave the bench, which is around 3 hours after I took the tab, I feel no effects of the LSD except I have very little appetite and I get pretty bad cramps. This is probably because I took the antipsychotic.
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A similar experience happened like this the first time I really got high on weed. I definitely want to try LSD again in the future, just maybe when I’m off all my meds.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 113545</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: Jul 2, 2020</td><td>Views: 852</td></tr>
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It was my birthday, <!-- so needless to say,--> I was in good spirits. And I had one last trip in my stash. Six doses from a fat strip of what may be the finest LSD I have ever had. Also experimenting with curcumin in conjunction with piperine as an MAOI. A smaller dose of which had negligible results, so decided to double my dose.
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I took the curcumin/piperine suplements at 12:30AM, followed by my dose of L at 12:45AM. Smoking herb and vaping crumble hash, as well as the occasional cigarette and pull from the vape throughout (this continues consistently all night). I catch up on current events while I wait for that feeling that signals the drug is beginning to tale effect. That skin crawly, nauseous, anxious feeling. Like a great mass of energy is building inside of me. This began, quite softly, at 1:30AM. But quickly increasing in intensity at aproximately 1:45AM. My heart began racing wildly as I stood calmly, smoking on my patio. I breathed somewhat heavily as if I had just gone for a brisk walk. I knew I would be in for a wild ride as the half moon shone brightly from above.
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As the effects progressed, I quickly lost track of time. But not much had passed as patterns began to form on every rough surface. The stars began to dance around, and I felt it was time for some music. I made my way inside for my headphones, lit some incense, and pressed play on Frances the Mute by The Mars Volta. I loaded up my wax pen, cut my birthday cigar, and went back to rejoin nature. Once outside, I lit my cigar and closed my eyes in extasy. What greeted me was a kaleidoscope of some of the most intricate fractals I have ever seen on acid. And this includes my experimental dose of 3,000ug a couple weeks prior. And this trip is just getting started.
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After enjoying the eyelid movies, I went back to stargazing. As I watched them gliding around the heavens, seeming to gain as much enjoyment from my music as I was. I realized I was putting a great strain on my neck due to the only visibility in my back yard being straight up. So I made my way around to the front, and found a nice spot in my driveway to lie down and get a full view of the sky. As I stared into space, I lost myself. I was overtaken by an overwhelming oneness with the universe as she gave me a breathtaking light show. Exactly what I saw, what I thought in those moments is gone. Flashes of the sky, stars moving, and what looked like translucent tunnels forming between them are all I can recall from this moment that felt like forever. And I'm only halfway done with my cigar, meaning its only been about 30-45 minutes since it was lit. Feeling a bit exposed, knowing these activities in the middle of the night may seem a bit odd. I decided to take it back to my patio in case anyone were to look out a window in my direction. But first, a detour indoors for what McKenna would have described as a 'bomber', and more wax. I sat and stared at the grass, I danced, I smoked my joint, I puffed my cigar. The whole time in awe at the gestalt of experience assaulting my conciousness.
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I stood staring up at the moon, or should I say, moons. As it appeared as if the were trying to occupy the same space. I took a few big rips of hash, and suddenly I'm laughing hysterically. So hard my eyes are clenched shut. And what I see if a fractal made of maniacal, grinning, wide eyed, laughing faces. Tongues hanging out of their gaping toothy grins. Colored like pool balls. It's as if they fell from nowhere in the darkness of my eyelids like drops of water, splashing apart, spinning, and reforming as two. They did this repeatedly, gaining more depth, and in more infinite numbers than the time before. The patterns they create becoming more complex. And all I could do was laugh harder each time at how impossible it all was. And when I opened my eyes, the faces were everywhere. On the trees and bushes, in the clouds, on the walls. When I went inside and looked in the mirror, they were all over me as well. Then I notice out of the corner of my eye, something moving.
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The floor in the hallway was covered with intricate geometric patterning. It was mezmerizing. As the mosic played it fed the patterns, it drove them. Segments broke off and slid, or swirled, drifted and twisted to the sounds, coming to rest on top of previously laid patterning, this process continued repeating as they became more and more complex as I just stood yhere slackjawed and wide eyed. Then I realized how strange this must look and shut the door to my bedroom and decided to roll up another joint. Of coirse being distracted by countless things along the way, and apon realizing that I was in the middle of doing something, I hear a a garbled chuckle, and not just one but many. These ever present faces were laughing at me, so I laughed right along as I sealed the jazz cigarette. And thats when I noticed it, these patterns on my floor, they were comprised of the faces, so I look closer, hands and knees style, the faces are made of little faces. And what else can I do but laugh at this scene that would drive the average person to madness.
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I step outside again, smoke my joint, a couple cigarettes and step back inside because, and pardon me for being a bit crude, but I was horny. So I found some colorful porn and did my thing, of course, the faces staring at me from everywhere, including my monitor, on the erotic art, on the bodies of the models, it didn't exactly help the process along, but I got a good laugh out of it. Now, heres why this is relavent. As I came, firsr there was a flash, and everything went into overdrive, and my CEVs became infinitely more complex, culminating in a ride on a roller coaster through a castle an the surface of a star, or in a volcano, not exactly sure. But it was a bit firey outside the windows.
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Then I decided to sit down and just chill out for a mitute to some trippy music videos. Let my mind rest for a minute. Then I laid back, put on some Shpongle and watched the faces. They were in a sort of duel checkerboard formation, forming a corner in the center of my vision behind my eyelids. Dancing around, columns would twist into helixes, whole sections wpuld spin independantly. Or launch forward and the drop back one by one, one tooth at a time, litterally tearing themselves apart and puting themselves back together. And I realized thay I was staring at my psyche. Specificly the portion related to my anxiety. But also that they were growing more complex again until I was back in the castle from before, then suddenly I'm watching a cow, a very cartoony cow. Like cg animation. Only this cow has a jetpack, and the jetpack is spewing out ice cream as its method of propulsion. Which both confused and delighted me.
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The night, or morning rather, continued on as it had been. The faces remaining everpresent throughout the remainder of the trip. I had begun calling them the lysergic faries. I enjoyed watching them play in the clouds as the sun rose. But the night was over, and I was tired. I laid down and listened to a recording of McKenna giving a lecture on the history of psychedelics. Watching the still image it was set to move about the screen until my eyes closed and I watched the patterns there, moving in and out of lucid dreams I can't recall until I finally slipped into unconciousness.
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In summary, either this was one of those perfect times for a trip, or the curcumin and piperine worked wonders. I can't be sure until I try it in conjunction with mhrb tea. <!-- Experience will be submitted if it works as an ayahuasca analogue. -->And just as a side note, my anxiety has been diminished greatly since that experience. This by far was the best LSD trip I have ever had, and I don't see that changing for quite some time.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 29</td><td> </td></tr>
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I am writing this on the third of January 2017, after having had one of, if not the, greatest experience of my life on new year’s eve into the new year. It was at a party, at a friend’s house, but before I tell you about it, I shall say something about myself and about my life prior to this experience which influenced the set and setting.
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I am a 29 year old male. I used to live by myself, but after being burgled, I moved back in with my mother. I do not work, except for guitar lessons I give (I have a degree in music) and have not worked for over four years. Because of severe mental illness I am relieved of the obligation to look for work. This illness is psychosis. I would say that it was drug-induced, it was the result of becoming addicted to MDMA and combining that with vast amounts of cannabis smoking. At the same time, as anyone who knows anything about addiction and mental illness knows, stressful and unpleasant aspects of life as well as my innate propensity for the illness played their part too.
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I was prescribed aripiprazole which got rid of the psychosis, for the most part. Some might say I am stupid and irresponsible, but several months after taking aripiprazole, I started taking recreational drugs again, mostly my beloved MDMA with the necessary accompaniment of strong weed… that was about three years ago, so let’s fast forward to 2016. In the summer of 2016, I gave up drugs. Then at the beginning of October, I took some MDMA, this time in the form of high-quality pills, and LSD for the first time and had a great time. Thus began another period of indulging to excess in drugs; however, compared to previous periods where I took absurd quantities of crystal MDMA, lethal doses, I have treated the pills with more respect. Flipping has been the order of the day – the pills have been combined with mushrooms and LSD.
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So, in December, following consecutive weeks of taking drugs, I had a bad trip. In many respects, it was the worst trip I’ve ever had. I was with a friend, and I really should not have taken drugs, basically, but I took them stupidly as well. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I really should not have taken drugs, basically, but I took them stupidly as well.</div></div> For a start, I smoked weed, which was foolish, as although a little bit can be ok now and then, I would say more than any other drug for me it is cannabis that induces psychosis and depression; I actually despise cannabis. Also, we did not take enough ecstasy; after having taken it on several consecutive weeks prior to this bad trip, for some reason I thought ‘Ok, just take a small amount this time’ when what I should have done was have at least as much as on previous occasions since tolerance builds up; what’s more, I crushed the pill and sniffed it, which is an inferior method of taking it compared to eating it, since it does not last as long and seems to produce effects more comparable to cocaine. So, the experience was full of hatred and misery; it was positively excruciating, the music I love sounded abysmal and I was psychotic. It was especially painful and distressing because I shared the experience with someone who I love and adore – she is not my girlfriend, although I wish she were. I will refer to her as my unrequited lover.
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After this experience I promised myself I would never take drugs again. I was depressed. My mother noticed and didn’t like it, and this in turn made me feel even worse. At times I had auditory hallucinations, even though of course I was still taking my medication, and this made me panic. What I really wanted was to see my unrequited lover again, to apologise for some of the things I had said and just have a nice chilled time to make up for the trauma and depression I brought on us both. I bought her Christmas presents and just before Christmas, I texted her, but she was very unresponsive and despite me telling her I had bought presents, she was not interested in seeing me. Of course, one cannot bribe someone with presents to make them see you, but I was furious. I remember lying in bed, my heart beating with rage, unable to sleep, and at some point, a disembodied voice started whispering to me. For the next few days I was mildly psychotic and got little sleep. Then on the 27th she texted me saying I could come round, and I felt intense joy, although I could not take her up on the offer because I had family stuff to attend to. After that I found it easier to get to sleep, although the disembodied voice and difficulty concentrating continued.
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Any way, a good friend of mine invited me to a new year’s party, and I took him up on his offer. I had realised that last time I had had the bad trip for a reason – it had been several weeks so reasonable time for one’s brain to replenish its serotonin; obviously I would not smoke cannabis this time – in fact, I had given up cigarettes on Christmas day. So I arrived at his house, had an ale, enjoyed seeing familiar faces and meeting new people. Around 40 minutes after arriving (at about 9:10 in the evening) I took half a pill, a blue Tesla. It gave a nice a subtle effect – initially I found it a little hard adjusting to not being able to smoke, everyone there was smoking cigarettes, but the half a pill got rid of that. So we were playing games and drinking, then about an hour after having the half a pill, I took one tab of LSD. Games continued, and I found myself yawning quite a lot, but I felt good, if a little nervous. They had decided that the radio would be on all night rather than youtube which disappointed me a little because I love music and like being able to choose some music I like. So at one point I went for a brief walk with my personal CD player.
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When I got back I was feeling good. One moment sticks in my mind: I went upstairs, and on the landing one female friend of mine, who by this point had obviously taken ecstasy, was sat close next to a girl who I did not know who also was on ecstasy, and they were affectionately leaning each other’s heads together, perhaps they were quasi-hugging. Despite my having taken lots of ecstasy and been involved in a fair few parties, I don’t think I had ever seen such a lovely, casual, friendly show of affection… Perhaps at raves, but that was strangers in public with the back drop of oppressively loud music. So seeing these two girls I suddenly casually realised, with quiet, casual joy, that this was what a drug or more specifically, MDMA experience should be like. So I cosied myself up next to the girl who I knew. Other people were there and we all chatted… at some point I took the other half of my pill. It seemed to hit me quite quickly and that, in addition to the LSD, manifested itself in a funny kind of stimulation, I could not control my eyes, they were darting all over the place, I could not relax, but at the same time I was feeling great.
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At some point we go downstairs for the countdown to new year. Then back upstairs again, on the landing, I give out some mushrooms I brought with me. I was going to give these out for free, but my friend who had invited me insisted that I swap it for half of a small pill – this made me very happy, and I took the half a pill. It was in the shape of a ghost. I also gave some mushrooms to the two girls. Then back downstairs again… more people were arriving, and I was beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed and amorous.
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Although my friend was adamant at the beginning of the evening that only the radio should be on, as he became more drunk and intoxicated, he became more relaxed about this. So I plugged in my personal CD player… We actually alternated the radio and my music for a while. We were dancing and having a good time; people both friends I had met before and new people, were being affectionate to me – one girl I had met once before persuaded me to take my coat and bag off. Then disaster struck. I looked on the speaker – my CD player was not there, I looked in my bag – it was not there. I quite quickly jumped to the conclusion that someone at the party had stolen my CD player; I quickly concluded that it was some sort of conspiracy against me, that they were mocking me and the music I had put on, that they had despised it. I told them ‘someone has stolen my CD player’ but no one seemed to care much. I sat down. I put my coat back on. I looked at my watch – it was about 2:30 in the morning. ‘Too late and too early to catch the train back home’ I thought. I felt an ugly kind of superior feeling arise, that the music I was playing (John McLaughlin’s seminal psychedelic classic ‘Devotion’) was obviously better than their silly pop music. Since I was high, the sadness and anger one would get from being robbed instead manifested themselves in feelings of smugness and superiority. A few other people asked me how I was. I told them maybe I had lost my CD player, maybe it had been stolen… Eventually, the girl who had convinced me to take my coat and bag off told me to stand up, and she gave me a very long hug and told me to relax. Of course, it is well known that a long, close, proper hug can be very beneficial both physically and mentally. After this, it occurred to me to reach into the pocket of my coat, then into the hole in my pocket into the fabric of my coat. The CD player was there.
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I realised how offensive it was to accuse people of stealing my CD player. But I said it didn’t matter. They casually agreed. As I mentioned, I had been burgled in 2015, by people who I knew, and had lost most of my beloved CD collection amongst other things. It has left me scarred and sometimes the paranoia and feelings of violation it induced reappears.
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But, this created a sense of tension and release and in a way helped to reinforce the feelings of great appreciation and love I had previously felt (which was now redoubled) for my friends at the party, also the people I had only just met, and people who perhaps I had only met once before. People clocked that I was feeling good again. A few times I was offered more beer but had already drank two ales and found that sufficient. At one point I put the rest of my beloved ‘Devotion’ back on.
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Eventually people began to leave, and some people went to bed. I looked in two of the bedrooms – people, men and women, were together in bed in a beautiful and innocent display of camaraderie and affection. As with seeing the two girls before, seeing this, for me, was unprecedented. This, I thought, is what an MDMA session should be like. I imagined this is how hippies in the 60s and 70s who had got hold of MDMA or MDA might have behaved like, how this was why the drug was truly therapeutic.
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However, I did not join them. I went back downstairs and sat there in contemplation. During this time I experienced awesome amounts of therapeutic psychological reflection, great, oceanic feelings of love and joy... feelings of empyreal bliss, genius and Godliness. I reflected on the debates I had had in my life, my political opinions, and they seemed charged with an importance and significance that hitherto they had never had. I felt a tremendous sense of authority and belief in my own perception of the world, and belief in my own capabilities. I felt beautiful, profound and philosophical. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I felt beautiful, profound and philosophical.</div></div>
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While this was great enough, probably the highlight was listening to 'In a Silent Way/It's about that time' from the album ‘In a Silent Way’ by Miles Davis. Of course, the whole album is divine, profound, but John McLaughlin's solo on 'It's about that time' especially so. The phrase from 8:29 to 8:40 (for those who are interested) just a few bends appeared with such profound Godliness... they actually appeared vividly in my mind’s eye as two rectangles with alternating black and white panels diagonally across, like yin and yang, with tear-shaped droplets in the middle... there is definitely something oriental about McLaughlin's playing here, it's so understated, effortlessly profound, insouciant contemplation of God. Its divine expressive import is derived from a kind of exploratory noodliness... I actually experienced in an abstract manner the two ostensibly opposing forces of playing that seems so unsure of itself, so humble, with a perfection, a quiddity... it seems to suggest it could be an infinite number of ways, indeed, is music that is cognizant of the fact that things can happen in an infinite number of ways, and that by acknowledging this, the outcome paradoxically has greater authenticity as an object that is 'frozen' i.e. recorded.
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This was a transcendental, visionary moment for me. The yin/yang image took me onto a plateau of bliss that has stayed with me. It is hard to explain. It feels like normal, cosy and not at all intoxicated, no weirdness, not overwhelming, not extreme or messed up; just a casual acknowledgement of something crucial that is self-evident, but that is so easily forgotten in life. It feels like God, but I am not sure.
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I am afraid I experienced hardly any visual hallucinations to speak of, and those I did, I cannot describe. In any case, while sometimes I do get cool visual effects from psychedelics, their coolness is dwarfed by the profound cognitive effects they cause, in the right set and setting. They create an awesomely profound euphoria that complements MDMA’s different kind of euphoria, and give it a philosophical aspect. I felt loved, understood, and appreciated and I cannot conceive myself abusing these divine chemicals again like I had done in the past.
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Anyway, I went to bed on January 1st and woke up the day after still feeling good. I watched a TV program and took practically none of it in; I was still thinking about my experience and had difficulty concentrating. I felt tired that day (yesterday). Later on my unrequited lover agreed to see me, which was awesome, we chilled and had the kind of nice relaxed time that I had wanted. I really have not experienced a crash; tiredness maybe, but no crash. I have read about people giving specific instructions on the order in which to take the substances to avoid crashing on a candyflip, but if the set and setting is good in my experience it really does not seem to matter what order one takes the MDMA and LSD in.
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I feel like the therapeutic reflection I experienced has continued ever since. I now feel enormous gratitude for what I have and my abilities, which I will endeavour to make the most of. I feel so lucky that I have enormous appreciation for music, that I know such nice people. Also, the whispering disembodied voice which I worried I’d have to deal with forever, has completely disappeared.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2017</td><td width="90">ExpID: 109782</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 29</td><td> </td></tr>
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Let me start by saying that I am surprised to find myself writing about this, after all, it happened years ago. Even though it might sound unusual I know it was real, I could feel it in my hands- the gift of a miracle!
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This was an acid-trip before I knew about things like harm reduction websites<!--Erowid-->, and knew that other people were turned-on about psychedelics. But I'm not sure I've ever read about anything like it. I guess I never could, it was my own personal miracle.
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A few summers ago my friends and I discovered LSD. It came to us at one of those points in our lives when everything was coming together. There were four of us- we 'dropped out'. It was a kind of movement inward, but as a group.
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These were different times, only three years ago, but worlds away. I for one hadn't had much experience with psychedelics, relatively speaking, not to mention the world itself. But I had this feeling that there was some kind of energy that we could collectively tap into by taking these drugs together.
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We were at a campsite that required us to wear plastic clamp-on bracelets. I'm sure you've all seen them before, there's a little black snap; once you have it on, its on. he only way to get one off is to cut it off.
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Three of us were present, sitting in a triangle around the fire. At first we were distracted at having to tend to the fire, but once it got going we relaxed. My dude simply said, 'Thanks.' We were then all filled with a gratitude overwhelming. Our energy met and the fire grew, we no longer had to tend it with our hands.
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I was leaning forward, elbows on my knees, hands clasped. I lowered my forehead to rest on my knuckles. In this position I focused my energy inward and outward both at the same time, I began radiating more with every breath, encompassing all the energy inside and around me untill there was nothing. Nothing.
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The blissful experience of Nothingness faded as my consciousness was brought to back to the physical world. I lifted my head from my hands. I looked up and found myslef holding the capmground bracelet, open and unclamped, in my clenched fist as though it had never been fastened upon my wrist.
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It was as if I had completely disappeared. The bracelet could no longer contain me, I was nothing. But it was more than just physical transcendence, time had been altered as well, the bracelet was yet unclamped! In order to un-do one of those snaps it would take a pair of pliers, or strong fingernails, in which case the snap might simply break, but it hadn't; it was complete, like new.
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Yet I hadn't done anything at all, I was merely concentrating with mind and body while on ONE geltab of LSD and somehow, someway, somebody, did something; changed something. Not only a physical condition in the world- the bracelet on my hand, but a condition within myself. I had seen the 'impossible' right before my eyes.
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I made the connection between the bracelet and handcuffs, I felt like Houdini! I was free! Liberated from containment in the physical. I had proof that the mind could alter the world. But yet how remains a mystery to me, I did not do a thing, in fact I was perfectly still...
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This experience was a gift, a lesson about limits of faith and possibility. I still don't know how it happened or why it happened to me, but I did learn that miracles do happen, and for that knowledge my heart can never be hardened.
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Of course, I never did find that bracelet in the morning... Ha, ha! You'll never have proof! You don't need it anyway!
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I man once called Booker<!--P.S. I would be very interested to see/hear about any other experiences similar to my own.--><!-- End Body -->
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<span class="erowid-note">[Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]</span>
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I have been sick on and and off for almost two months, and the day I went for the trip I actually started to feel worse than I felt for quite some time, but since the sickness has been accompanying me for such a long time, I decided to do it anyway. I was also hoping that the acid will reveal the nature of the disease or the way out of it. The day of the trip was in the end of a week of a Feldenkrais teacher certification retreat, which had a large affect on the outcome. I was very tuned in to small details, movement and the sensation of pleasantness and rest. On the morning of the trip I also went to a craniosacral session, which amplified those restfulness and attentive qualities even more.
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I took it alone (200ug), my best friend was babysitting, my teddybear from childhood was on my head or shoulder during almost the whole trip, it gave me a lot of strength. We found a nice place in a park near my mom's house, I took it, and then we did some Tai chi couple exercises. I wasn’t really feeling well, and standing made me really tired quite fast. After maybe five-ten minutes, we stopped, I returned to the blanket I had, and waited. My thoughts did start to have some sort a vague visual aspect they don’t usually have, but it was very settle. I was a bit worried about the dosage. I opened my eyes and started to do some sort of sky gazing meditation, and had a recollection of the first poem I wrote, when I was 13-14, something like – clouds, sometimes they are small, sometimes they are big, sometimes (something with cats and mice)…
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The clouds were nice to watch, but nice things turned every time to something morbidic, sexual or melting, which was a bit scary. Also when I closed my eyes, every thought I had walked in this path eventually. I went to pee. Came back and felt a bit like Aladin on my red blanket, imagining it can fly.
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This part is a bit blurry. I continued to look at the clouds, and in a sense got deeper. I went to pee again and again. I had moments where I felt gestures or patterns of others people I know living inside me. Like patterns I got from them, that were stuck in me. My roommate appeared a lot, and also a friend from highschool.
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I was going to pee again, and decided to stay close to the place where I peed. I felt a struggle between two general approaches to life. One was to ‘chill’, to observe, everything arising and passing arising and passing. The other was to play mind games I was terribly aware too. A bit like outwitting my self. My ideology told me the first way, the common spiritual way is the right way, but something in me really wanted to play the games. But the problem was I really knew the rules, and it felt futile.
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I called my friend, and we spoke a bit about the feeling that I have in life of being ‘on top things’. She was offering a hidden wisdom she usually doesn't share, and I was teasing her for it. It was a lot of fun. Without noticing, and I say it in retrospect, I started to play games. But it was important that I didn't forcefully tried to play them, rather let everything take its natural course.
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At this stage, being close to the ground was very soothing. I was moving from posture to posture (not in a fast way), each position being comfortable from different angle, a bit in a Feldenkrais way, but less gentle. I asked my friend to put [on] for me, I am going to marry the night by lady gaga, and enjoyed listening. After that, my friend spoke about a beloved floorwork teacher we both know, and of a song she had in one of her classes, she <!-- putted it-->put it on, and I got into a more physical stage, and did some sort of dance floorwork on the grass, it felt very fluid, fun, intuitive and effortless. I was staying very close to the ground, leaning here and there, and like that, even though I felt sick and not well, I managed to do something quite fast without straining my power.
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I was really enjoying being physical, which is something I have been trying to do for a very long time. It was bit different from how I conceptualize it, less like an uncontainable explosion. When I think about it now, I have a voice telling me - it wasn't enough, it couldn't be that that is what there is to life, but at the moment it was very satisfying. I wasn't enjoying but not really enjoying, rather fully enjoying. This retrospective thought pattern kept coming back during the trip, and kept being proven wrong, in the sense that moment after moment I had experiences that were really satisfying, full of joy and happiness, but then, thinking about it made me feel it wasnt enough, but in the moment of the joy and happiness I was full of joy and happiness.
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After the floorwork part, I was lying down with bent knees, and then I lifted my pelvis in the air and stood on my toes, for quite some time, resonating the practice of standing meditation. My left leg was really shaking, but I felt like I could stand like this for hours. It was easy, yet satisfying. The shaking of the leg made my whole body move, and was like some sort of an inner massage. At some point it felt like not enough challenge, but again, what is enough challenge? Why did it have to be more challenging? Why wasnt the challenge I was enjoying enough? Why did I need to make it harder? I lifted my pelvis a bit more, to raise the challenge, and it became less fun, I lowered it again, and it was fun again. I had enough at some point, and was afraid to feel like a failure when I put my pelvis down. My friend encouraged me, and it wasn’t so bad.
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We spoke about my mom going to leave the city to the north, and about me having the fear that she will fail. Fear out of care. I wasn’t really aware to this. <!-- It was -->
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My friend had a hot cacao with her, and I wanted to drink a bit from it. She brought it to me, but I was afraid it will interact with the acid in a bad way (cacao can make me somewhat edgy). My friend said I don’t have to worry, and that I can take my time. I am not in a hurry. I always am in a hurry. So I decided to take my time with the cacao, and to not be in a hurry. I was in a playful mode, and I played this and that.
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I needed to pee again. But I was lying down, and felt like it will take me an hour to stand up. At that moment I also realized that its also nice not to pee, to withhold it. After some time I moved into sitting, and decided to continue with not peeing. I felt like the master of my mind or body, I could not pee for hours, I am like Buddha. The meditation of withholding pee. After not a very long time it suddenly became quite hard, and I wasn't on top of things. But I did not want to quit.
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I played some more, and there a moment when the tension between the wanting to pee and withholding it was amazingly pleasant, ecstatic, somewhat sexual but in a weird way. I was twisting with something between laughing and crying, it was so much fun to not pee although I really needed too, the tension between those two needs or wishes was filling me with life. I laughed, I felt like I was going to explode. But I kept the pee inside. A bit like experiencing an orgasm without actually cumming.
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I got into a game of standing on the ball of the foot, while resting my pelvis on the heels, and stayed there for some time. It became hard after sometime, and I added throwing my arms, which made it more challenging, but the surprising thing was, that this added challenge made it actually easier to stay like this. I was a bit baffled by this observation, and said to my friend maybe I should drink more water, to make it easier for me to keep withholding the pee. My friend brought water to me, but I was afraid to drink from it. We made a deal I wouldn’t pee for one hour (this idea came from me).
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This kept going for some time. It was easy and fun to withhold from peeing, that it became harder, then I played some physical game, it was easy again, I forgot it in a sense. But this physical game was using the energy of this tension between the peeing and not peeing.
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I had enough of the place we were, and we started to take a walk in the park. I had very conflicting wishes, and will all the time. Saying feeling something, then seeing the other side of it, identifying also it. I was all the time aware to the fact, that both sides were fun. It was nice to claim something, feeling for a second I know something, than doubting it. The doubting wasn’t fun in the beginning, but then I realized that something in me also enjoys the doubting. I had a gut feeling, I didnt go with it, enjoyed it, and then found myself somewhere surprising. Hence justifying the not following the gut feeling, but at the same time I knew, that following the gut feeling, might have taken me somewhere else, I dont really know where. And there was also this feeling, that maybe that place would have been better, but at the same time, the place I was in, was enough. It was surprisingly satisfying.
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I examined everything through the eyes of peeing and not peeing, this sense of having some sort of control (not peeing), but at the same time, also losing control - not just sitting and chilling, waiting for the sensations to pass and arise, rather letting this tension that the wanting to pee and not peeing created to affect me, to take me somewhere, and in this sense submitting to it, and losing control, but still keeping the pee inside, still having some sort of control.
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We kept walking in the park, playing, and meeting teenagers that made me feel a bit scared. My friend asked why am I sacred, I said I am afraid that they will hit me, and that it's something from high school. I felt also that I enjoy the thought of taking risks, instead of actually taking risks, and was judgemental about it in a containing way. I told my friend, that since the teenage I want to do risky things, but am afraid. We walked in circles on a bike lane where bikes came from time to time. It felt risky, and every time a bike came I stopped. I also was a bit afraid from people coming and hitting me. The circles turned into walking in eights, echoing the dragon walking qigong I learned in Berlin, and quite hated. I felt its much more intellectual than walking in circles, and that it’s a physical way to satisfy something intellectual. We continued to walk in eights, also on a bridge, and I was teasing a bit my friend, cutting her from time to time.
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Again the risk things came. We walked below the bridge to a stone deck that was a bit soaked with water. The water made it harder not to pee. We played a bit there, and then I was tired from not peeing and the sickness, but still not ready to let it go. I leaned on a wall on a wall, and then my friend gave me one grape and one cherry. It was very nice to eat them. I wasnt sure, what to eat first - the cherry or the grape. I tried this and tried this (there were a lot of grapes and cherries), and in some sense their tastes combined. I wanted to find the way to combine them perfectly, but It was hard to find out, because every cherry and grape had a different taste, so I couldn’t really base it on past experience, and had to start from the beginning again and again. It was fun. In the end my friend told me there is only two more tries left. I wanted to try to eat all the four grape and cherries together. She gave them to me, I putted everything in the mouth, but it was hard to eat and I felt I was choking, I had to spit them out. This is gluttony I told my friend, it was again, trying to make something more than it is, like adding more challenge, although it was already enough.
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I made the analogy that withholding pee like I was doing in the last 1.5 hours is like doing a pirouette. You have to have some sense of control - balance, posture, but also you have to turn fast, and for that you need to lose control. Like riding the carousel - you have to hold it, to have some sense of control, but if you only resist and try to be in control you will throw up - you also have to let the turning take you. This was a nice moment because this analogy felt original, yet very me, very the way of me thinking, like something I could say also when I am not on drugs.
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Holding the pee was really hard. I was afraid to feel like a failure, but my friend reminded me that when I lowered the pelvis, I didn’t really feel like a failure. It took me some time, but I decided to pee in the end. It was tragic, but I did it. It was nice to pee, but not super satisfying, it was a bit like cumming. A downer, the losing of the tension was relieving, but not wow. I was also really tired and feeling quite sick again.
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I leant some more on the wall, and felt I still need to pee, I tried, but nothing came out. I told my friend, I still have imaginary pee. We went to lie on the grass, and rest. I felt really sick, like I want it to stop and go to sleep. The come down already began before, but with the grass things started to become more and more normal again.
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Me and my friend had a very nice conversation. About our relationship, my disappointment from life and dancing, distinguishing between stuff. The conversation was very flowy, it didn’t feel like we are giving stuff names, to be on top on them, rather pointing to something, speculating, and moving immediately forward to the next speculation.
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I had the realization there is no secret to life, besides pretending there's a secret. Deciding that something is important, makes it important, but if I don’t want to be on top of it, I have to proceed from it to the next thing, while at the same time keeping some sort of structure - like not peeing. This structure allows it to develop and unfold, but it has to constantly change and shift, otherwise I will be on top of things, I will kill them, it will become boring and depressing. Trying to have the knowledge, is like ruling a kingdom with a spy network, that is telling you, something is coming from this direction and from this and from there, instead of experiencing the invasion and turning into a different nation. I cannot keep the control, but I still need to have it, but for one moment, and then move to the next thing.
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Since I understood everything can be enjoyable, and that it doesnt really matter what I do as long as I play and have some sort of tension, I also thought that all this development story of myself, that I like to tell, from intellectual to physical, is actually not a story of development, but of change of modes of play. I could actually also enjoy being intellectual now, and writing poetry. And also the next thing I do, doesn´t need to be developed from where I am, just a game I want to play. So going back to dancing, for instance, doesn´t mean going back. It means, maybe, that I want to play the game of dancing again. Like I might also want to play the game of Philosophy again.
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I was a bit scared I wouldn’t be able to make anything out of it in real life. But I remembered at some point my first trip on MDMA, that changed my life completely. It took one year until my life changed from real, during it was a long process with a lot of doubts, but still I made it in the end. And what happened there, was much more ungraspable and far from me, that what happened on the acid trip.
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Me and my friend also had an interesting conversation about the need to show off and to be seen, in connection to dancing. We acknowledged it, something we don’t usually do. Yes, it is fun to show off. And we spoke about the connection between this and the feeling of being a star, and if you have to feel the star in order to enjoy the showing off. We spoke about partner work, or having someone to watch you, like she did today, that allows you to show off, and you can be the star for her, without maybe being a star for outside people. But not just the witness of authentic movement, someone more interactive, that you can also tease.
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I was getting more and more into reality. It was a bit sad. But I realized I am going back to where I was, not to where I were. This made it easier. Our conversation turned neurotic, but It was also fun, though in a less open way. We spoke about plans and stuff.
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 25</td><td> </td></tr>
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Still have not come to grips with my first LSD trip.
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Took half a tab<!-- , probably 100 mcg--> at 10:55. Trip started at 11:25 (In 30 minutes). There was a feeling of intensifying perception in brain....like electrifying brain waves. The sense of serenity and the state of bliss/enlightenment was so profound. Felt God within and believe it is in each one of us. The trip was long and satisfying with deep profound insights.
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The mind was racing, it felt as if the cobwebs of the mind had suddenly cleared and some always existing hidden powers of the brain unleashed. My eyes saw the brightness increase around me and I felt the raw horsepower of my mind galloping like a stallion. Within 2 hours of taking the tab, I felt an enhanced functioning of my brain which gave me amazing insights.
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My emotions were in full control - no fear, no pain, no procrastination, no anxiety. The entire world's wealth and power held no meaning to me as compared to the state of being that I was in. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The entire world's wealth and power held no meaning to me as compared to the state of being that I was in.</div></div> Pure bliss and serenity. I was consciousness itself.
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I felt that I was witnessing the truth. I felt what being naked felt like. With no illusions of who I was, stripped of my identity with regards to religion, wealth, relationships, power, I experienced the core of who I was. I felt that I was part of a bigger consciousness and that I was everyone else and everyone else was me. I felt compassionate about everyone and everything and felt that it was impossible for me not to forgive anyone who had transgressed me. Saw that people lived in enormous and unnecessary pain and suffering. I saw the system the mortal world had created and felt that the the worldly powers that be will never ever legalize psychedelics. For they are insecure, afraid of their position, if and when the masses see the TRUTH.
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There is enhanced visual perception = normal x 100. It was like actually opening my eyes for the first time since I was born. I became awake.
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I felt we deserve this state of enlightenment only when we have rid ourselves of pettiness, characteristic of humans.
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Mere mortals reaching for the heavens. Their audacity! Their restlessness! Their undying curiosity!<!-- End Body -->
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 0:00</td>
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Well, I had an extra 1/2 a tab leftover from a recent trip. (I plain ol' forgot to take it, I was so spaced an' happy--but that's another story to be told when I have more time).
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I dropped at 5:15pm, before dinner and after a bowl of cornpops with the ideal in my mind that the acid would help me stay up all night to clean my room. Hey, possibly, just an elevated experience (seeing as I can never sleep when I have any kind of stimulant inside of me).
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Mmm.. mom made spicy thai chicken, noodles, brocolli and tofu... mm.. candles...
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My senses were enhanced and I didn't eat because I was hungry, I ate because the spices caught me by my nostrils and led my fork to my mouth. aaa... the candlelight was nice, and I was really feeling an elevated love between my family. It was nothing intense. These feelings hit me at about 6pm.
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After dinner, I retreated to my room, put in an awesome trance cd ('euphoria, level 4'--GET IT) that I've had for awhile that I found while cleaning. I was flying just above the ground. Yeah, it was just a nice experience. I took a bath when I was what I would considor peaking at 7pm. It was paradise.. bubbles...yummi smells.. good feelings.
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This lasted all night long until time started to slow down at around 11pm. ughh... my tooth hurt. I'm going to the dentist tomorrow..
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So I popped half of an oxycodon. Hoping it would dull the pain, and clarify my world.
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I still have have to clean my room, and I'll probably be up all night doing that... But as I was kissing my mother goodnight, a thought crossed my mind. I feel like lately, I've been coming across and taking stimulants, different kinds of 'no big deal' drugs, just to enhance some of my day in some way. I feel like maybe I could just have a bad combination of chemicals in my body, and I could just drop over and die. I considor myself pretty healthy, but recently I haven't been as healthy. I've almost been relying on my healthy past to cover up for my 'ill-behavior' with substances right now.
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Damn. I smoked a bowl to go jogging, just to get higher. I never used to be like this. I hope everything can be real again. I feel like I've been going downhill in vain, and it's up to me to turn it around. Just remember. Drugs can make life meaningful. But so can life.<!-- End Body -->
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Back story: had been taking 2 tabs each weekend for the past 3 weeks and had expirimented with other drugs such as cocaine, ketamine, and xannax in-between my weekend trips. My friend had died 2 months back and I fell back into my drinking and had a lot going on with moving into an RV and felt like I was drowning with depression. I had problems with my friends and significant others after living in my buddy's driveway watching all this anger and hatred unfold during these uncertain times.
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After administration:
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I rode up a mountain with my girlfriend to my friends house where we normally party, drink, smoke weed, and stay up all night and it wasn't really my girlfriend's thing. After an hour or 2 I started feeling what I usually expect from acid when I take it. Colors and textures warping and changing, layers in those textures separating and changing depth. Smoked some weed ate some apples off a crossbred pear tree and had troubles swallowing the juicy yet dry pear. Sat down to watch some SpongeBob and while watching the TV the characters started to look like they were underwater even more so than they already were. Their faces and bodies stretched and moved as if looking into a pond. My friends started to get tired so we drove back to the RV and stopped at a view point looking over the town below in the valley.
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I had been really into looking at the stars the past few times I had taken LSD, they'll twinkle and dance and I could almost make out old Greek astrology constellations as pictures with the glowing dots in the sky. Sometimes looking at the night sky almost looked like I was in some sort of terrarium or fish bowl with the ceiling made out of hexagons. One of my favorite stars that almost doesnt move always got my attention (visible from the Pacific Northwest in the United States between summer and autumn). Looking straight up into the sky was a bright blue star that glowed as bright as the moon and almost looked as if it was splitting into 2 different colored layers, like watching an old 3d movie without glasses. It got cold after the wind had picked up and I could hear some sort of voice in the rolling gusts on the mountain top. My body almost vibrates as though I'm having a small seizure when I do acid but it's nothing uncomfortable until I get too cold and start vibrating too hard. After warming up on the ride back I stuck my head out the window and felt the wind blow my hot face and it felt as if I could see stars appearing in the darkness and trees on the sides of the road with the road lines turning into Tron streams.
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When I got home I layed in bed with my girlfriend and do what I almost always do when I trip. Watch King of The Hill. It felt a little too same old and this tab of acid was really starting to hit me, more so than the 3 weekends prior where I had done twice as much. I climbed on top of my RV and looked towards the industrial district of my town and heard all the machines and horns with the pitch getting warped the longer I heard it. I smoked some weed, lied down on my back and looked into the sky. I felt as though I was seeing galaxies away farther than any telescope I've looked through. The stars started making small tracers and changing colors at the front of the stream and my spine started vibrating. I started to think about existence and came up with the theory that the big explosion (being the big bang) had happened and time is slowed down with all these small chemical reactions being the stars, planets and things that happen on earth are all linked to this explosion. The vibrations in my spine feeling as though I was feeling the explosion more so than my sober mind. I sat cross legged and closed my eyes and I felt as though I was being showed and explained why the pyramids existed. I felt as though my body was shaped in a pyramid the way I was sitting and I could feel a sensation in my spine moving up slowly from my tail bone towards my head <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I could feel a sensation in my spine moving up slowly from my tail bone towards my head</div></div> with a droning sound in my ear that got higher pitched as it migrated. As I thought more about ancient religions and their ways of explaining consciousness I felt as though cores in my spine were releasing as the feeling traveled up. While I had my eyes closed I felt I could see myself sitting on the roof of my RV with these colors traveling up my back and when it had reached my head it felt as though I projected a beam of light out of the top of me and I was able to see something in the sky looking back at me.
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After a few seconds the high pitched droning almost evened out and the vibrations in my back stopped which I had never felt before. I was still just as high but it felt as though I had tuned in my spinal vibrating to not be so noticible. I smoked a little more weed in attempt to recreate what had happened and I still had the same vibrating feeling and visuals, nothing had changed. I climbed off the roof and went inside and sat in the cockpit and watched some Xavier renegade angel. I started thinking about my friend that died and everything that had been going on in the past month. I came to the realization what I had been doing and how I had been behaving and decided to change myself.
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My way of thinking had changed for the better and I have a different feeling looking up into the night sky and hope for a similar experience next time I trip.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 1:00</td>
<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1.5 g</td>
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From last year around August, to the time of the incident (Feb?..) I was really into LSD. I had a very reliable supplier, it was always the real stuff. Never bought a hit or two at a time, usually would get a strip or two. Of course, not all for me. For the entire time period, I'd drop maybe once every two weeks. I'd do anywhere from 3-5. Greatly enjoying it, nothing bad ever happened.
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One night after work, I went to 'X''s house. I had gotten the strip of some 'Good micro dot'. I was a little worn out so I didnt want to do the normal amount. Keep in mind, I've dropped at least a few hundred times. So I decided to do 2, just to chill out and have fun and experience the experience ya know.
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So, I dropped 2 and he dropped 3 around 11 or so, the normal time I drop. I'm a night tripper, never been a fan of day tripping because every time I trip in public, I feel like everyones laughing at me for some reason.
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About an hour in, it started. Everything was going as it usually does with LSD. Slow melting movements, laughing historically, the normal. We decided to watch some DBZ <!-- . Keep in mind, it was just us that night. No one else. We turn on DBZ, and dear god if you ever watch it while tripping, it is hilarious as to the amount of still frames they add just for extra time haha. But, anyways, its all good.
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We watch it--> for a few hours. Smoke some bud, do the normal. But then things got... Dark.
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Fast.
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I disconnected from the tv show and just started exploring my mind. Then something happened. Ill never be able to explain this.. Please, from here on out keep your mind open to what happened, no matter how crazy I'm about to sound. This happened. From my perspective, none of this is fictional. This was all too real to me. And to X.
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It was around 1 or 2 a.m. The trip stopped. No come down, no falling asleep, it just. Stopped. The movement stopped. I felt sober. I felt like myself, I wasnt disoriented. We both looked at each other in complete confusion. What happened? We both asked that. I just went along with it and said 'Well that was a nice trip man, I'm gonna go to the restroom'. I go upstairs and like. The trip was just over. Just like that. I went back downstairs, and here begins the horror.
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I was sitting on the couch, and he said 'I have something to show you'. He plays an episode of DBZ. It began, and it glitched out kind of. The title screen said the episode was called 'Mistakes of last night'. I was utterly confused. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I was utterly confused.</div></div> He looked at me, as if he knew something I didn't know. The episode played, and full force, I was flung back into the trip. Like I've been punched with a psychedelic fist of intense power. The episode included a fight between Freeza and Goku.
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That night, I was being tested. Something else was with us. Something evil. Something communicating through the tv, DBZ, and controlling X. X wasn't himself. The whole time, I felt like he was in on it. Of course, the entity couldnt cause physical harm to me, so perhaps he used a host? This guy is about 2 or 3 hundred more pounds than me. He is a big guy. I got up to go get some water. I was nervous and very scared. He was in my way and asked where I was going. I didnt answer, and he looked like he was going to hit me so I put up my fists, kind of, just in case so I could defend myself.
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He swung at me, knocking me on my bed. Got on top of me and started to beat the fuck out of me. He got up and apologized, I apologized as well. I decided to stay down there with him. Then came the tests. In DBZ, Goku, represented life. Freeza, represented death.
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The clock read 4:00A.M.
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Every time I would make a mistake, Everything would replay. The episode would go backwards, me and him would both go in reverse. And the clock would reset to 4.
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I know I know, ridiculous. Just, keep hearing me out.
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Every time my will to live fell short, Freeza would get the upper hand on goku, and X would freak out and continue to hurt me. I was being tested. I was being punished. I let out all of my emotions and started crying, deeply. He got really emotional and I hugged him and he said it was okay, everything will be okay. Some blurry things happened, I dont recall it, but I had to endure ever bad feeling. The test was to endure it and prove that I had the will to survive. I threw up on his carpet, so I went to clean it up. Out of courtesy, I went to go to his laundry room (inside of his basement, where we were) to go wash it. I get in there, and he starts pounding the door. I rush to get it in there. The door slams open, and he's grabbing me pulling me back, punching me, my blood all over the wash dial for the washing machine. He threw me down and started to choke me with a pillow. I slowly slipped away, but I had to live. I had to prove to this entity that I wanted my life. In my mind, I could hear him mocking me. The entity. Telling me I'm unworthy of my life.
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I was suffocated, punched relentlessly, had the air sucked out of me, had intense pressure built up inside, I was about as close to death as you can get without dying. I was screaming 'He's trying to kill me, help'. At the top of my lungs, over and over. Finally I got up, broke his pipe that was in there to defend myself against him. Finally I slip free of his grip.
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I walked out into the basement room, lost all of my energy, and fainted. I then began to go into a seizure. Every part of my body shaking violently without control. I woke up in the ambulance. They told me if they hadn't gotten there sooner, I would have died from blood loss. They estimated that I had a good 15 minutes until I could have lost my life. <!-- 15 minutes, guys.--> I was there. I was at the edge. I slipped away momentarily while being choked on the floor, reaching for something to grab, something to just help me get a breath of air.
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Some details that I left out because I'm not sure when it happened on the time line; I spilled a full cup of water on myself. The entity told me I had to go through complete embarrassment. I had to. To prove I could live. I got completely naked. Why ? For the above reason. The entity told me I had to be completely embarresed, to learn a lesson. More or less, I also did it so maybe he would stop trying to kill me. So he'd feel to disgusted to touch me. I cried and cried, yelling everything I regret in life.
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Anyways
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I havent touched LSD since. I never will. Ever.
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Thank you for reading.
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It was really hard typing this out...<!-- End Body -->
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
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Last night, September 19, 2006. I took one ecstasy and about 30 to 40 minutes later, I began to feel an incredible full body buzzing. I started to notice that I was talking way louder then I should've been, and began talking consistently. Approximately 2 hours later I took half a hit of acid (in form of a gel tab). Around 20 minutes after that I began to feel the effects of the acid, I was WIDE AWAKE and desired - no I needed and craved the company of other people. Then, I began to smoke weed I had a rough estimation of about 6 bowls. The combination of these 3 drugs was absolute bliss, heavenly orgasmic. Honestly there's no way I can possibly explain fully into words the effects that occured in my body last night. I could fully feel the different effects of the three drugs as if I had three completely different bodies. For instance, my foot falls asleep and is extremely tingly, my arm just feels dead and doesn't want to move at all, my heart is racing at an unbelievable speed and I am fully aware of all three feelings and where they are coming from.
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As my night went on, around the time of my 5th bowl, my trip turned into an all together spirtual enlightenment. I was in my boyfriends room with him, his sister, and his mother smoking a bowl. During this time, we began discusing religion (how we came to this topic I don't remember, but we did) Something his mother said during the conversation drove me into a deep thought. I apparently zoned out lost in my thoughts however, I was still fully aware of the conversation being held and it was adding and creating fuller thoughts as if fueling my thoughts keeping them active. I was told that I had commented on occasion as well, but I don't remember that either.
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After his mother and his sister went upstairs for the night, my boyfriend decided to acquire as to what I'd been thinking about so entently. So, I took a few deep breaths and dove into conversation with him about the universe and religion. Last night, was the best trip I've ever had and most likely will ever have. Before I fell asleep I had finally become complete and one with myself and everything around me. Now that I'm awake and the drugs have completely worn off, I still feel as if I've lifted a huge weight off my shoulders and I'm free at last.
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I never want to experience either of the two harder drugs without the other, ever again. As my boyfriend said, ' I just want them to join together in harmony and make sweet chemical love within my body.'<!-- 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>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/4_ho_met/">4-HO-MET</a></td>
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<span class="erowid-caution">[Erowid Note:
Two samples of powder (even of the same chemical) with equivalent volumes won't necessarily weigh the same. For this reason, eyeballing is an inaccurate and potentially dangerous method of measuring, particularly for substances that are active in very small amounts.
See <a href="/psychoactives/basics/basics_measuring1.shtml">this article on The Importance of Measured Doses</a>.]</span>
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I'll start this off with my previous experience with psychedelics. I have done Lsd, shrooms, hbwr seeds, and some light disso use. I've done lsd many times before and the highest dose I had ever done was 1200ug(closer to 1000 due to tabs likely being lighter and a little tolerance). I've done shrooms one time at around 4-5 grams and that was very difficult but thats a story for another time. Hbwr was nothing notable and my disso use was very limited. This was my first experience with 4-ho-met.
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My plan when going into this trip was to take the lsd and the 4-ho-met at the same time, and before I started to peak was planning on vaping some deschloroketamine(I found out later that this was 2-fdck so I would have felt little to no effects). I had no real deep purpose going into this trip besides wanting to have a crazy trip.
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I had a problem with my scale however. Anytime I would put the powder onto the scale the reading would go crazy and not have even a somewhat accurate reading. I so f**k it and fill a size 00e capsule a little less than a quarter of the way full. I hadn't the slightest clue of how much I took at the time. I got a new scale after this trip and I'm guessing the dose was at least 50-60 mg but that is a conservative estimate.
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THE TRIP!
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9:45 - I ingest the pill and I put the tab under my tongue. I started my stopwatch and take a shower.
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10:15 - I come back to my room and realize how messy it is. I hate tripping with a messy room because it messes with my vibe so I start to pick things up and put them out of sight till my floor seems appealing. I'm starting to become more and more confused. I pick up my vape with the "dck" in it and I take one hit and try to take another. I didn't have it in me to take another because of how intense the headspace was getting. I set my vape down and lay down. I'm sweating, cold, and feel nauseous. I'm starting to see the most intricate and intense visuals I've ever seen in my life.
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There are no more time stamps because the time dilation was so pronounced and I'm sure I couldn't read it if I tried.
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I'm laying down and starting to really really feel it. I felt similar to how I did on mushrooms by playing with my hands and reaching my arm in the air for minutes at a time. I'm trying to tell myself that I'm fine. I'm laughing and I'm doing all I can to keep the trip light. I was trying to submit but I didn't even know how to do that. This next part of my trip gave me chills 24 hours later when I remembered it. I had red led's in my room and I felt like a being was digging into my brain. Not physically, but how psychedelics can drill into the inner self. I'm seeing what can only be described as some sort of psychedelic carnival. It was very bright and colorful and again intricate. My mind starts to focus on a girl. She is drawn in black and white in contrast to the sea of visuals. She is curled up in a ball shaking and I sense that she was on mushrooms. My mind felt like it was circling around her and I see her face. And it was a horrific smile. One that you would see in a bad horror movie. The smile was drawn on her as well but it was stretching past her face. I had this strong feeling that I was the girl at the end of the visual. This ended and I tried my hardest to turn the red LEDs off. I eventually did after fiddling with it for a little.
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I face my ceiling with the intention of riding it out like most of my trips. My walls in my peripheral vision start to fade away and so do the colors for a brief while. I was stuck in some place I never want to go back to, there was nothing and I was nothing. I felt alone and scared, I was panicking hard and somehow came back to my body in my room. I was then tossing and turning for what felt like hours upon hours. I felt like the trip would never end and I would be tripping in public the next day.
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I start to feel more associated with my ego and realize I had to use the bathroom. My visuals are still going strong but I can still see. I was in the bathroom as quick as I possibly could have been in there. I come back to my room feeling fatigued as hell. I look at my stopwatch and only an hour and 45 minutes had passed since I took everything. My heart sank and I felt like it was just about to start again and I started to anticipate another wave of terror. But it never came. I was just scrolling through my phone happy as ever. I fell asleep from the fatigue in about an hour and woke up feeling almost normal.
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I was very confused about the acid because I knew for a fact I didn't have bunk tabs. And I fell asleep after maybe 3 hours. It was very weird but I chalked it up to the fatigue from the 4-ho. Moral of the story is I shouldn't ever<!--don't--> eyeball drugs. Especially super potent psychedelics.<!-- End Body -->
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This was my first time doing LSD which proved to be much more then I ever could of imagined. My friend 'L' and I had been looking for Acid in our small town for quite awhile with no luck, then one day he surprised me with some. At the time we hadnt done much psychedelics besides maybe about 10-15 mushroom trips and we thought Acid wouldnt be anything too big if we only took one and a half hits. <!-- Little did we know that they single blotter was a quadruple hit and that we were actually each taking 6. -->There was the first valuable lesson learned ALWAYS KNOW YOUR EXACT DOSE! <!-- This also happened to be some especially dirt Acid which we later found out had rat poison in it.-->
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Anyways we dropped the cid and after about an hour or so I went on a short walk to go pick up some weed. I was starting to get high by now and as I walked down the main street of my town everyone was staring at me, this was a bit unnerving but as I had a <!-- big green--> mowhawk I was kinda used to it (as I used to live in a painfully small town) anyways as I was sitting waiting for the dealer the cement started to crack and fracture, I thought this is pretty cool but I've had more intense mushroom trips, Then I looked at my arm and my arm hairs started to move as if they were swaying in the tides of some water, my arms skin started to resemble a pineapples. I thought hmm thats pretty interesting...
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After awhile it seemed the dealer wasnt showing up which was incredibly peculiar as we were buying an ounce. I went back to another friends house where L and some others were waiting for us. L was by now quite high, moreso then me. We sat down and started to smoke some other pot we had. There were about 8 of us in the room but only the two of us were on Acid.
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After a few bong tokes EVERYTHING changed. I instantly became 100 times higher and everything became a hallucination, the walls were bright neon green and I was in a very different house, all of my friends turned into demons and yet I could still recognize each one somewhat even though they were totally red and looked totally different. I'm sure they were not saying what I thought they were, but I cant remember what that was, except when I said 'you guys all look like demons but its not scary'. They laughed a bit and one of my friends said well dont worry we arent going to hurt you.
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Soon that went away and it seemed I was telepathically linked with my friend who was also on acid, I thought If you can hear my thoughts then say something <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">it seemed I was telepathically linked with my friend who was also on acid, I thought If you can hear my thoughts then say something</div></div> with your mouth. He did and we told our friends. I'm not sure what they thought as having a linear discussion with others was impossible. This is when the trip started to go very bad. I had visions of my friends being older and very strong looking, one of them was a crack dealer and had a gun and seemed to be holding my other friends hostage if I didnt deliver a backpack full of drugs somewhere. I was no doubt scared and when I asked them where I should take it nobody had any clue what I was talking about. By this point I had forgotten I was high on acid, which is how things go very wrong. After some calming down or maybe I had just forgotten I sat back down. Everything was relatively normal as the trip comes in waves, I remember thinking I didnt think acid was this trippy. As if he heard my thoughts one of my friends looked at me and said, no acid is just this trippy.
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I'm not sure about the chronological order of any of this but I remember sitting there and in the blink of an eye I was out of my body, not aware of any physical form, and I got the sense of some kind of being, almost bureaucratic in nature saying something like, we got another one give him the standard treatment. (though with no words or mouth) Then without any kind of words I was flooded with more information then I knew existed, and I understood the nature of the universe, all I remember 'seeing' was a glowing blue ball of energy that is everything, and I saw the interconnectedness of the universal mind and the multidimensional system of reality. I remember thinking fuck how can I live my life knowing all of physical reality is an illusion. Then just like that I was back and everything was as normal as possible. One of my friends asked me so whats it like (as it seems no time had passed) I thought fuck he wants me to explain this!? I think I must of just gave him a funny look and made a strange grunt of some kind. Shortly after my friend 'L' and I decided we should leave as the 'normies' were making me and probably him feel uncomfortable.
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I remember walking down the street and seeing this Green praying mantis type creature about as tall as a human on somebodies lawn, It said something in a way I cant pronounce somewhat like the static of a TV. By now I was unable to function in reality and decided that I should go home. I went home and crawled into bed where after going into time loops (time kept repeating itself after a 3 second or so loop) which for some reason (or rather lack of reason) I thought I could escape by spinning in circles. After experiencing a new definition of the word twisted, turning to liquid and actually twisting with the syntrifical force. I lied down in bed where I was cut into cubes, I could feel the inside faces of each piece rubbing against each other. Floating apart and then I formed back together. I was speared through the chest and leg, then fine. Then I was taken apart and put back together. I most likely left my body again but I dont remember this part clearly. I remember many strange thoughts about the insanity of god, and that he was addicted to heroin, and or the physical reality. Looking back I suspect this was me in my past life. Anyways this was a realization to me that god does exist in a way I couldnt possibly deny, as this was by far the most intense and powerful experience of my life, and the most important as I went overnight as complete and total atheist, to KNOWING god exists in a way that I could never explain here. It was beautiful and horrific simultaneously.
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<!-- As it is I've had to leave some things out for the sake of length, but for anyone interested in taking LSD its worth it, but be prepared for a life changing experience, (though probably not so much like this one) and always know your dose and that your source is good.--><!-- End Body -->
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It was two day ago. Halloween night. I had worn my costume to work that day. A bucket cap, light, large avaitor sunglasses, a green Hawaiian-print shirt, and retro seventies-style bleached white pair of khaki shorts, topped off with a cigarette holder compiled the necessary components to my costume. I was dressed as Hunter S. Thompson.
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My work day ended at 5:00 PM on that 31 or October. I ate the Acid that I had aquired prior to that day. Two days ago to be exact. I bought it from my friend 'Keef.' He had noted to me that It was strong. I wish I knew what I was up for.
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The previous time that I had taken acid was over three years ago. It was the last day of class and my friend S had precured it. It was no where newar a quarter the strength of this stuff.
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Well, I took the tab in my car at my office parking lot. I then drove an hour to my friend 'keef's' place. There I sat as my world changed. My ego was stripped of everything I knew of myself. For that night I was to be Gonzo.
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My friend 'Steve' got off work at 9:00 PM. He was costumed as a thug from A Clockwork Orange. He helped my through the come-up. I was slowly transformed into my new life over two hours. After the adderall earlier in the day, the cocaine a few minutes ago, the pot at the same time as the coke, the acid, and the beers, I was feeling good. I was to search for the American Dream. Whether or not I found it was not the issue. For damn sure I was going to try, though.
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Ten o' clock cam around and I was finished peaking. The racing thoughts had become manageable and the visuals did not consume all of my vision. We set course for our favorite bar. He drove. We arrive at a parking lot, but it was full. I convinced him to park at my previous plave of employment, the local bicycle shop. We started the three-block journey to the bar. My visuals were surging again, as I passed people dressed as monsters, and even scarier, current politicains.
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'Hunter,' they said. 'Where is your attourney?'
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'Dr. Gonzo?' I questioned. He left town at the last minute. 'Steve' was supposed to be him. He abandoned the idea at the last minute. Whatever. He was my sober babysitter. He was my connection to reality.
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We arrived at the bar. The bouncer asked for my ID. I told him 'I don't know what that is exactly.' I accused him of mocking me. 'Steve' had my provisions and have my ID to the bouncer for me. He let me in under the conditions that I made no trouble. I couldn't promise anything.
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The bar was filled with characters. No one of importance, though. No one took the spirit of Halloween as seriously as myself. Hoaaloween is about valuing those who we admire and who have fallen. Not the spirits of those whom are alive.
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We find seating at the bar. 'An Octoberfest,' I demanded the bartender. She was dressed like a man. I knew her, but not tonight. More people were mocking me. Their distorted faces were melting and distoring. Their voices morphed and illusive.
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The live music started. A rock band. True rock-and-roll. Four local guys dressed like indians. All rocking tight as Hell. I jammed for the whole hour.
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Smoking cigarettes was fun. So much so that I smoked a whole pack of them. Twice. I met so many people that I knew but couldn't recognize. I talked in character all night. I no longer existed. I was Dr. Thimpson that night.
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People were making shout-outs like I cared. I only wanted strong drink. The hallucinations made communication difficult. I was in my own world.
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The night ended with a trip back to 'Keef's' place. After anouther gram of cocaine, I smoked 5 more bowls. Nothing phased me. The acid still had the dominant hold on my psyche. It wasn't until 5:00 AM that I could fall asleep. I slept untul 9:00 AM feeling refreshed and rejuvilized.
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That night I had found the true meaning of halloween. Not to be funny, have the best costume, or try to get laid by a hot girl in a slut costume, but to find myself as someone else. To act out my wildest fantacies. To wear the ego of another. I had the best time of my life that night.
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If I could, I would do it again in a heartbeat.<!-- End Body -->
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I have taken LSD maybe 12 times or so and pretty much always had positive experiences, some more so than others. Yesterday I consumed a 125ug tab and sat back and waited. I always set a stopwatch on my phone following the drop to know how far into the void I am. At about +01:30 I take a decent sized dab to make the visuals set it fully.
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I was listening to the Doors, being absolutely mesmerized by Robby Krieger's psychedelic solos, when for the very first time on LSD I had to admit… I was terrified. The Doors are my absolute favorite band and the darkness of their music intrigues me and makes me ask myself what is the darkness inside myself. My favorite trips had been at night, with the lights off in my room, high as a kite on acid and weed, listening to the Doors with over the ear headphones. After about half an hour or +02:00 I take a massive dab by accident because I am unable to see straight and realize the amount of wax on the pick. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">+02:00 I take a massive dab by accident because I am unable to see straight and realize the amount of wax on the pick.</div></div> Then I lay back in bed, turn the lights out, and continue listening to the doors. When my eyes were closed I witnessed mind blowing Synesthesia, each pick of the guitar string sent vivid visual sound waves through my mind.
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Following an intense guitar solo, I felt my mind "break". Something inside me said "fuck… you really did it this time didn't you?" I began sweating and freaking out a little but then started reminding myself I am just high and my roommates would be back in a few hours if I really did need them. I get up off my bed and feel my energy or soul leave my body as I see myself still sitting in bed for a brief second, almost like a tracer but more of a still image. At this point I ask myself, "Fuck am I dead?". I tried sitting back down and standing up a few times but each time my mind and eyes would get up but my body would still be there for a few seconds. This then lead to moments of eternity or thought loops for about a minute. The feeling of coming out of a thought loop and being terrified of entering it again is chilling.
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Then I began getting confused just looking at things in my room. It was as though I was in one of those fun houses where nothing is the right size. I have taken up to 3 tabs of LSD, experienced mind-blowing visuals but for some reason this was different, it was like a spirit world.
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I walk to the kitchen to get water and say to myself "Okay I am just going to get some water, breathe, and everything will be okay". After spilling water, but eventually filling my water bottle, I sit down on the couch and turn on the TV, hoping one of my roommates will come back and prove to me that I am not dead.
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As I sit there trying to watch TV, I keep saying something is just not right. Something seems very off, almost as if I am a spirit wandering my environment in some kind of a limbo, waiting to shoot thru the ceiling or floor, into heaven….or hell. I continue trying to focus on the TV but I can't hear it for some reason. My perception of the sound just kept going in and out. I sit up and smack my face, feel my body, and pray for my life to continue.
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Then I realize it, I am hearing a conversation between two voices inside my own head. I have never experienced such intense and terrifying auditory hallucinations on LSD before. It was very difficult to make out what the voices were saying, but I vaguely remember hearing something at the exact second, I thought I broke my mind. At this point I am sweating bullets, but still able to realize that I am peaking on acid and took two massive dabs, so I assume that caused the psychosis. However, there is a part of me that still thinks I "broke my mind", because I had literally never heard any trip report or experience from a friend that included such terrifyingly intense auditory hallucinations before.
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At this point I am unable to even hear my subconscious - this voice we all have inside our head, imagine when you are reading to yourself. This voice was warping, bending, saying random nonsense, and wouldn't let me get my thoughts through. The sounds are so loud and vivid, I couldn't tell if they were inside or outside my head. I begin wondering if I am talking out-loud or thinking. My mind instantly goes where I don't want it to -- suicide. In a frenzy I begin contemplating if I wanted to go on essentially feeling as though I am schizophrenic.
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I begin practicing a deep breathing exercise and am able to silence the voices, almost as if I "snapped out of it" and the 3 hour peak from hell was over. I ride out the rest of the wave feeling as though I had been fucked with on a deeper level. I still love LSD and am so stubborn, I guarantee I will trip again, for better or for worse.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
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It was 3:30 PM, we took the acid. My friend told me to swallow the paper, so I did, because I did not want to waste some. At first, I was a little bit wary. Maybe this is too much because it was double coated. Meh, whatever. I did it anyway. We decided to get cigarettes first before we tripped. We got back to the house and it all began. I could tell something was happening. The trip had started.
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4:00 PM, The effects were getting stronger, I even puked after drinking water, I guess my body was not liking that paper. But no signs of me not being able to handle it. We played Smash Bros. for about an hour.
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6:00 PM. I was starting to peak and it was too much, I decided to call my friend to come babysit because I didn't feel in control anymore. It was too intense, I was barely holding it together.
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6:30, friend gets to the house and we decide to go upstairs, to watch some Netflix. I went to another room, to gather my thoughts. Bad idea, I peaked. This was the strongest part of my trip. I was so incapacitated I just crashed on the ground, and thought shit I think I have taken too much <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text"> I was so incapacitated I just crashed on the ground, and thought shit I think I have taken too much</div></div>, and feared I was going to remain like this forever, but that wasn't true. My perception of time was just shot. I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt so impotent, so small, so little, then my head told me to make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Was I dying? I think I'm dying. Follow the white light, I was told. But no you can't die, you're a perfectly healthy person, your hair [heart?] is beating, you are still breathing. Until, it felt like it didn't.
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7:00 PM, I was one with everything. I had died as a person. I was suffering from ego death. I told my friends, I kept repeating it. I was sitting down on the ground. I couldn't keep it together anymore. I started to question every aspect of my reality and came to the conclusion that us humans have all these concepts that help us make sense of our realities, but what is a concept?
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7:30 PM, beginning of the fugue state. I started thinking in colors, you want yellow, I almost peed myself, you want brown, I almost shat myself but something stopped me. I didn't wanna smell. Black, death, Kurt Cobain, my friend that lived nearby has a gun. I kept asking my friends. What happens when you die? I even asked them to kill me. Red. Ooze, what oozes blood, why do you want blood? Piano upstairs, piano wire. Decapitation. Blood. Red. Black. Death. Light, you want white light. You want the white light. Seek the white light. Let's go get the gun. Kill everyone and yourself. Kill this guy he is at fault for everything. Kill yourself.
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8:00 PM, other friends arrived, they knew I was suicidal. They tried their hardest to help me, but to no avail. I didn't feel anything. I had lost the ability to feel, and did not know what I wanted. I wouldn't do anything. I got up from the bed and was asked to play beer pong, I wouldn't. I was asked to come upstairs for a cigarette, I couldn't climb the stairs, I just stood there looking down. My friend carried me up the stairs. I was a shell. I felt so little. I was nothing. I didn't feel a thing. Finally they got me outside, and I was in such a state, I couldn't light my own cigarette.I couldn't even hold it. My inner thought was destroyed. Black was White, and White was Black. Everything was inverted. My brain wasn't making any sense.
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8:30 PM, we go upstairs to my friend's room, they lay me on the bed and both sit around me. I try to fall asleep, I think I do, when I wake up
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9:30. I wake up and check my phone. My brain is still playing games on me, but it stops with time. It tells me to accept my reality how it is. I do, everything goes back to normal. I can think again in a coherent human way. I tell my friend acid was awesome. And he tells me is it over for you? He looks very surprised. I said yeah, but I still had some remnants of the trip in me.
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This was the most powerful experience I have every had to endure. I literally felt I died and was reborn. The fugue state was a very chronic depression. It happened in an instant too, with one bad thought. What I went through, I don't wish upon anyone. I was lucky that everything turned out fine in the end. I want to do acid again, but the next time around, I'm gonna make sure I'm not taking any lithium for a month.<!-- End Body -->
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I take 600mg of lithium two times a day, 100mg Lamictal two times a day. At the time that I ingested 2 hits of LSD (the first and only time I have taken it), I had taken lithium about 24 hours prior, and Lamictal 12 hours prior. I also smoked a large amount of marijuana about 45 minutes after ingesting the acid (mistake). I could not remember most of the trip, except for part where I was still coming on. I recall urinating and violently shaking uncontrollably, and having extreme difficulty speaking, thinking, and performing simple tasks. I began to remember things again 3 or 4 hours into the experience, when I became one with everything and my awareness of my self became radically altered. Around this time I began to come down, and was able to call a friend, who comforted me. After this, I began to experience visuals, and was able to speak, think, and perform complex tasks properly.
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It all started around 4:30 in the afternoon. After a day of walking all around my small hometown (which is about 3 miles), I was pretty tired. But, I made the trek to my best friend's house on the other side of [town] with two of my other friends. The night before, two out of the four friends had taken one hit of acid and had amazing experiences. I decided that I would try acid for the first time, ever.
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So, I took one hit around 5 and we decided to walk through the forest on the other side of town. The effects of the acid had already started to kick in a little bit, seeing as how I was becoming slightly giggly and things seemed to be bouncy and floaty like a cloud. We sat in the middle of the path in the forest and everything seemed so surreal. The world seemed to be moving slowly up and down like we were floating on a cloud. I was laughing, almost hysterically at this point and I'm not even sure why. No one really said anything funny, everything just seemed hilarious.
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Then we started walking down the path some more. And then down a huge hill. This is when the acid started taking effect almost completely. As soon as we got to the bottom of the hill, we were in a huge field with a giant old chimney in the middle (from a house that was there long ago, but isn't there anymore). I just dropped to my knees laughing hysterically and shaking everywhere. I was laughing so incredibly hard that tears were flowing from my eyes. My friends just kept laughing and saying, 'Ohh, she's tripping balls!' And I thought that it was the most hilarious thing on the planet.
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The next hour we sat in this field, listening to Kings of Leon and Neutral Milk Hotel while staring at the sky and being almost completely confused. I kept trying to stand, but it felt like I didn’t have any legs. I was still laughing and smiling nonstop. It was honestly the most fun I and joy I have felt in quite a long time. It brought me back to when I was younger with my friends, laughing all of the time in junior high and just being obnoxious adolescents.
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We decided then to walk up to a giant monument about a mile away that overlooks most of our city. The walk seemed to take forever and it was tiring. Mostly because I was still laughing and crying all at the same time, which was taking the breath right out of me. As soon as we reached the monument and sat down on it, I started tripping really, really hard. All of the trees looked as though they were either breathing or nodding their heads and it was insane. The whole monument, which is made out of granite, honestly looked like cookies and cream ice cream and it was tripping me out, really, really bad. We were all sitting there, me and only one of my other friends tripping and just laughing. My other friend that was tripping with me looked as though he was part of the statue. I called my friend on the phone, who had already left for college and made barely any sense while trying to talk to her. Everything was just amazing and I felt so incredibly happy, it was insane. I drew a little in my friend’s notebook and it ended up being pretty hilarious. At one point, people showed up at the monument- an older couple. I just remember that they were sitting about ten feet from us and everything they said sounded like gibberish. It sounded as if I were a baby and I couldn’t make out words yet.
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The only bad part about sitting up on the monument was when my mom and one of my good friends texted me. It was almost impossible for me to send a text message back. I was seeing trails in almost everything by this point and every time I tried to move my thumbs to type the message, I would just start laughing when I saw how intense the colors and phone screen looked. Everything was so bright in the sky too, it was lovely.
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After all of that, we walked back. By this time it was getting dark and we were walking down a heavily forested path. I started getting really, really scared and I felt like I was about to have a bad trip. Since it was almost pitch black, I could barely see anything behind or in front of me and I kept seeing people that weren’t really there. I clung to one of my sober friends and starting crying a little. It seemed when we were on the monument and the sun was out that everything was good and happy, but as soon as we walked further down the path, everything started getting bad and uncomfortable. I just remember that I kept looking back up the hill from where we came– from where the monument was and I started feeling as though I was slipping further and further into darkness. I started crying a little harder and my friend just kept telling me that it was ok and that he was there and that nothing bad was going to happen. So, we kept walking. Finally when we made it back into the city, we became a little more quiet and calm.
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We walked back to my friend’s house and chilled out in his basement. We were all laughing hysterically and tripping out again pretty hard. Everything seemed so flashy and bright and wonderful. We went out into the backyard and smoked a bowl. This intensified everything even more. By this point, it was almost 10, so we had been tripping for about five hours.
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At some point, I went to the bathroom in his house. I know that they tell you never to look in a mirror when you’re on acid because you can become lost in it. And of course, I looked. Everything in the mirror was twisty and strange and it looked as though the lights on the top of the mirror were bending and twisting. It was so surreal. Before I got too scared, I forced myself to look away and walked out of the bathroom.
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We went into the basement and turned off all of the lights and listened to some music. The music was amazing and at some points, I kept thinking that we weren’t really in the basement listening to music, but outside. It was so surreal.
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After that, I went home and tried to chill out by myself before I fell asleep. I noticed some movement in some objects in my room (Like my bed looked like it was breathing). I fell asleep fairly quickly, though.
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The next morning I was pretty exhausted and my legs were killing me. But in the end, it was well worth it.
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It was probably one of the best experiences with a drug that I have ever had in my life. But, I would always make sure that there is a trip-sitter there, AKA someone who will watch you or stay with you who is sober while you trip. Mainly because if you start having a bad trip or you get scared, they’re there to calm you down and let you know that everything is going to be ok.
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All in all, my experience was amazing. <!-- I hope that this report helps somewhat.--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 18</td><td> </td></tr>
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I have taken many mind trips in my days, but this time I decided to push my mind further. I purchased 50 hits and gave 20 to my girlfriend (who had only tripped only 4 times before). Anyhoo, about 5 minutes after taking it the room started getting bigger and smaller and knew I was about to start my journey into the depths of my mind.
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Most trips that I have had I still would have a thread of reality to hold on to, this was not the case here as I saw reality go bye bye after about 30 minutes. I did not even know that I had even taken acid. A good way to describe it would be temporary insanity. But don't get me wrong, this was the greatest day in my life.
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I can't really say what happened at what time cause I had no grasp on what time was. Other people who weren't tripping could not understand what we were trying to tell them, but the funny thing is that somehow me and my g/f understood exactly what we were trying to communicate to each other thru one or two words. My friend who was overseeing us was astonished.
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I had never hallucinated to this extent before. I saw goblins running around all over the shelves and hands crawling out from under the clothes on the floor.I closed my eyes and was on an intense roller coaster of colors. My g/f was playing with my stomach, I thought she had crawled inside me and was walking around, which freaked me out. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">My g/f was playing with my stomach, I thought she had crawled inside me and was walking around, which freaked me out. </div></div>I could see in front of my eyes things that had happened 10 minutes ago, like everything was delayed 10 minutes. When I walked from the bedroom to the bathroom and back to the bedroom I could see that whole trip still in my vision, and feeling someone tap me on the shoulder 10 minutes after they tapped me.
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This time tripping though it wasn't quite the same about flipping out. Even though I still had to have a positive mind setting it was harder to keep from flipping out because I had less of a grasp on things. Like just the wrong color could start to make me flip and just created a whole negative feeling that started small but intensified the more I dwelt on it.
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The trip was like a mini-series on TV. The whole thing was one journey, but there were a bunch of different episodes. Like when I had a conversation with some dishes on the sofa, the dishes and I were doing skits together and having a bunch of fun.
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My g/f had left the room to go to the bathroom and was there for what seemed forever while I was being entertained by the blanket hanging on the door making faces at me, until someone came into my room saying that my g/f really needed me cause she was freaking out. I went in the bathroom and she had no pants on crying in the bathtub with everything that was in the bathroom on the floor. Once I got there she was alright. <!-- But that's how freakin out on that much acid is like. -->
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After the 1st day of tripping we were so worn out we slept for the next 24 hours. When we woke up we were still tripping nuts. There is just no way to much to describe everything that happened that night but it was definitely an experience, a good one.<!-- but I would not suggest taking that much acid unless you are an experienced tripper and know you can handle it,build your way up.have someone there who can watch you to make sure you dont do something you'll regret later.and not to do this much if you have something important the next day. --> I definitely learned a lot though about myself and gained a wonderful life experience. Well I'm out though, peace and be safe.<!-- End Body -->
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Acid was just a fun time drug for me really, I first tried it in around 1999 when I was 17 and only ever used to have 1/2 a tab. The whole experience and state of mind whilst high on acid was amazing, luckily I have never had a really bad trip!! everything was so pretty and sparkly, things that I would usually find normal...were amazing!! My friend flicked the ash off his cigarette and all the ash looked like glittery stuff...EVERYTHING was interesting, hard to understand but never the less interesting! I had no idea of what to expect on my first time....I just though I'd 'give it a go'. Through out the whole evening, all my trips were happy trip and I was in a great mood!! nothing bothered me and I just laughed uncontrollably at everything!!
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I didn't have it again for about a year and half but one weekend I had a tab and from then on I was having acid nearly every weekend, my mates used to call me the acid queen because if i was out, I was trippin'. I found after about 6 months that my whole perspective on everything had changed (even my home life) I just adopted the attitude that what ever happens, it doesn't matter coz I'll go and get hammered at the weekend and forget all about it!! nothing bothered me anymore but I was getting bitter with it, the people who I usually went out with I was assessing and judjing!!
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When I got with my boyfried, I went out one day and had about 5 tabs and sat in the corner of a club with a right attitude and watched all my friends for the whole night!! I was literally sitting there telling my fella what I though people were doing and what I thought their reasons were, some of which I was actually right about!! when I walked out of the club I convinced my self that all of my friends were materialistic and only out for themselves!!
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I didn't do anymore acid and all my emotions that I had bocked out all came to a head and I nearly had a nervous breakdown in 2002!! there was so much stuff that I had just ingnored and it all came out at once...It made me and angry twisted person! I was vicious and hard to understand, everything came out as a muddle and it was stuff that I wouldn't have usually cried over!
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It was like I was living with a split personality, when I got back to normal in my non-drug enhanced world, it was scary....I had drawn a blind eye to everything...I have not had it for nearly 3 years now and I don't think I ever will again! It was so fun to begin with but when the novely wears off then it's not nice!<!-- End Body -->
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I've been thinking lately about an experience I had almost a decade ago when I took 5 hits of acid and 5 of X together (all at once) and experienced something so strange and so different from all my previous psychedelic experiences, of which there have been many, that I have always wondered if it was a unique experience or if others have had the same experience. I've been searching the internet the last few days in hopes of finding someone who went through the same thing that I did, but so far all the accounts I have read were very different from what I went through that night.
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First of all, both the acid and the X were very pure and very strong. The night started out very normally; myself and 3 friends were driving to a big commercial rave in san bernardino. It was not a usual destination for us as we were typically underground desert party goers. Small parties, like Integral were our usual haunt. Seriously, this rave was more like a carnival, on a huge fenced in lot with cops and waterslides and at least a dozen DJ's all playing at once. There were thousands of people there. The parking lot looked like disneyland's.
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I first started feeling the effects of the candyflip in the car. We decided to pull over at a circle k to get some drinks and smokes. I was feeling very giddy and a bit mischievous. Basically I was feeling good and optimistic about the adventure ahead. When we got to the rave we parked very far away from the entrance and started walking what seemed like about a mile. As we were walking I felt the drugs surging stronger within myself, but nothing I couldn't handle. I definitely started to feel reality slipping a bit, however, but I was still coherent and aware of my surroundings. We got close and my friend B. decided to jump the fence and try to get in without a ticket. This was crazy because she got caught and was being taken away by security (or cops, I can't remember which). The rest of us went after her because we didn't want to be separated. The officials told us all to leave and not try to enter the festival, but we tried to get in a little while later and were caught. The next thing I remember is being in some holding area with what I think were cops.
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At this point things were really glowing visually -- way beyond any acid trip I have ever had. I don't want to say 'cartoons' because that is such a cliche, and it was more than that, but there really is no way to describe verbally the difference between a normal acid trip visuals and the candyflip visuals I was experiencing. I remember seeing this tree that was lit up by lights and blowing in the wind and being mesmerized by it. Then we were put in a white van and driven to the parking lot and threatened with jail if we tried to get in again. At this point I was tripping very hard. I was starting to lose my grip on reality for sure. After this things become disjointed in my memory. I know at some point I lost my friends (who had not taken as much substance as I had). They say I rushed off by myself and lost them in the labyrinth of the parking lot (the lot was filled with people hanging out and doing things. It was like its own little rave unto itself). The last interaction with others I remember from that night was playing drums with some people in a jam and really playing on a level that I had never done before. I am not a drummer, but I do play guitar and drum along to trance music when I take X. But this time was crazy, it was like I was in my body and someone else was moving my arms. It felt like I was possessed or something (in the morning my hands hurt and were swollen).
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The last memory of my state of mind cannot be described, I can only impart a simile of impression: I'll use the sense of sound as the simile. It was like my sense of the universe/reality/whatever was a very good stereo and the intensity was slowly being turned up and up and up throughout the night, until some critical mass/singularity was reached and then the sound was turned up very quickly and the speakers turned into a hundred speakers all around me all pounding into my brain. I just felt this incredible intensity about everything that came on very quickly, along with all the visual and other sensory input that was going on as well. Another way to say it is that it was like a flood of energy was pouring into me while simultaneously I was shooting out energy and both energy streams were surging through my consciousness. (this is a very weak way of imparting what I was experiencing, but it will have to do). The effect was completely overwhelming. It is at this point that I have no further memory of the night.
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The next thing I remember is it being daytime (at least 6 hours later) and I am still in the parking lot. I am conscious and talking to someone I don't know. The weird thing is that even though I blacked out totally I believe that I was never unconscious (the ground was dirt and if I had fallen on it I would have been covered in dirt, and I was very clean). I have the feeling that I was interacting with others, going from place to place, but in my mind it was as if I had been in suspended animation for those hours and my brain didn't process any of it, as if what had happened to my way of perceiving was so foreign to my brain that it had no way of storing the information. In any case, my first memory upon my return to 'the world' was this guy giving me watermelon pop rocks. I put them in my mouth and said out loud, 'where's B.?' then I turned my head and saw her walking towards me. She then saw me about a half second after I saw her. Very weird coincidence. She told me that she had no idea what happened to me and hadn't seen me all night and had been looking for me. What was also weird to me is that there was no transition period from out of my blackout period to my return to reality. No hazy confusion. Just one second my brain is not registering anything and then suddenly, instantly I am talking to this guy and totally aware and functional. One would expect to be a little out of it mentally for at least a few seconds or minutes. But for me the 'return' was instantaneous. That is the most confounding part of my candyflip experience. What a mystery!! I wish I had an answer to what went on during those lost hours! Alas, I will never know. I wonder if anyone out there has had the same thing happen to them...?<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 29</td><td> </td></tr>
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It wasn’t until we had returned home that I semi-realised my trip had only just begun. My partner got up and left the house with no shoes on and I quickly followed, calling after him, also in just my socks. In my delirious state I saw only the whites of his eyes, to me he seemed like a man possessed, as I tried my hardest to steer him back home I had to even pull him from the road in order to prevent his suicide. These events, combined with my own reality-bending perception led me down a fragmented, psychotic, and hallucinatory path. I remember having to chase after my partner as he sprinted away from me, attempting to evade me, climb walls, and entering into homes. In order to try and stop him, on multiple occasions I grabbed ahold and held on to him for dear life, falling to the concrete-floor in doing so. In response, he bit me and frantically tried to free himself from my grasp.
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When first I recall falling to the floor, I looked up to a person's window and saw what seemed to me as the grudge within its frame, she screamed at me as her body contorted unnaturally. I was not in control of my own body at this time and felt unable to prevent my body from mirroring her own. I fell to the floor as I felt my limbs crack and my body curl up into a square, progressively folding into myself till I was nothing, but everything simultaneously. Through the breaking down of my physical body, I had become one with the universe, I saw only yellow light and felt everything from the most unbearable pain to the most orgasmic of pleasures. Then my conscious being had split from my body and I was spoken to by a disembodied entity. It explained to me that I have entered into its realm prematurely and by being there I had left what I know to be reality and now experienced a new reality. Instead of simply being present in space-time the uncountable dimensions, fields, and states of reality had opened to me and I could experience them all. Apart from what we know, gravity, confusion, other states of emotion, and even LSD itself were dimensions that while we could not experience in our day-to-day perceptions existed as the foundations of a wider reality. I had ceased to be myself and was reborn as an inter-dimensional cosmic entity. But this was a reality that I could not accept as it came at the cost of everything and everyone I knew, and so I resisted.
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The next thing I remember was looking at my body and falsely perceiving it to be battered, cut to pieces, and bleeding profusely (in reality I had only experienced slight injuries). I thought that I was dead, and not as a form of expression. As I looked down at my damaged self, I thought I had deceased and what I experienced was my own death, over and over again. I got up and ran after my partner who was sprinting down the alley we now found ourselves in, and in doing so I ran so fast that I thought I had become a beam of light and was looking at my partner enter into a luminous allegorical ocean of light ahead of me. I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, louder than I had ever screamed before (for a couple of days afterwards my vocal cords ached, as though I had been strangled). Upon the climax of my screams, once again I fell out of my body and into “everything”, the yellow light blanketing my vision. This happened on multiple occasions throughout the night, which led to myself being cut and bruised by the end of it. Being in only socks and passing through as well as falling into puddles of mud accumulated at the side of the road and alleys, my feet burned but in for as best as I can describe, a biblical sense. In-between deaths I experienced innumerable realities and felt I had lived a lifetime in this dimensional kaleidoscope of hellscapes.
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Time was the thing that stood out for me most. I felt tethered to experience unending death-loops as I was unable or unwilling to disconnect my perception from the constraints of time. The disembodied voice told me that once I understood time then I would be free, but perhaps due to my resistance in losing everything I knew, I could not understand. After each death, the next one would be slower, as my body first folded into itself once more, and by the third time, it happened what seemed to be three times slower. After each time I questioned how long I could endure in order to keep a hold of the things I loved and knew - that being my partner in particular. I felt by letting go that I would lose it all but also saw no reason in enduring further to preserve it. Oddly enough, I recall scenes of Morgan Freeman watching me, being sat amidst rows of deep red, opulent cinema seats seemingly evaluating my reactions and thoughts, but the voice I heard was not his.
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Once I had decided that I would let go I found myself being placed into the back of a police car. The policeman probably said something reassuring but yet I still could not completely let go and experienced another death. After which, I let go. It was as if I had been blessed, time moved so very slowly and the voice told me that I had experienced death before my time. It was as though upon experiencing death, life had ballooned into a cardioid. I knew my fated day awaited me but I was now gifted with insight, as if one day I would return to the doors of death be familiar, know what to do, and where to go.
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First, I was taken to hospital in handcuffs, two policemen sat with me while my heart-rate returned to normal and an ECG performed on my person. Next, I was taken to spend 24 hours in a prison cell as the LSD wore off and I was able to give an interview of what had happened. This was truly the worst and most enlightening night of my life. While I do not regret experiencing it, I do not wish to do so under these circumstances ever again. I sat in that cell petrified, tripping, and unable to sleep with worry. I did not want either of us to go to prison.
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Now, I feel as though I have gained a life-perk in ‘time-perception’. Time is slow, and never think of it as anything but, as otherwise, it will be fast.
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Lesson learnt: When trying newly bought acid for the first time, always only take the one tab.
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UPDATE: 12/1/20
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It was not till that Sunday that I dreamt once again, but I felt it to be mythopoeic in nature and a reflection of my recent experiences. The setting was that of the mythic bronze age, which is very unusual for my otherwise mundane regular dream history. The dream was long and I am still not quite so good at remembering, even straight after waking up. For reason/s that now escape me, I recall having to enter an exotic farm filled with zebras, oxen, and lions. It made me feel as though I were a cat in headlights and immediately thought ‘I ought to leave this place’. The lions seemed skittish but curious and as one approached me, it allowed me to stroke it but I promptly left before any grew confident enough to attack.
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The next thing I remember is going on a fishing trip with a large, and capable man, a teenage boy, and an Indian girl, no older than five that I had apparently adopted. There was also a fourth member of our party that required me to return to shore in order to allow entry onto our vessel. As I was helping him onto the deck, I spotted an extravagant ancient Greek-like brick building, with vines climbing about its exterior. It was situated against the cliff of a tall plateau and tentatively I decided that I would investigate with my adopted daughter as the others continued fishing.
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As I entered, I was greeted by a wide variety of residents, mostly women, all finely dressed, and I was taken aback by the luxuriousness of its decor, but I’ll spare you the details. It was so encapsulating that I thought I ought to offer the residents, my daughter, in a confounded belief that this would be a better life for her. Quickly, I decided that was a stupid thought and demanded her back but instead I was brought, other children. I snatched a sword from one of the residents and hastily began to fight my way through the house looking for her, slashing down anyone who stood in my way, man or woman.
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Upon reaching the upstairs, I entered into an office, and low-and-behold Julius Caesar stood behind a long desk holding my child in his arm while strategizing over a map. He was accompanied by an entourage of beings that seemed to me like the heroes of Greek myth, positively gleaming with excellence. I flipped the table in rage and consequently began fighting who I thought to be Heracles as the others stood back and watched. Unsurprisingly, I was no match for the demi-god, but he allowed me to put up a sporting fight nonetheless. With almost certain excruciating death moments away, Caesar commanded Heracles to halt. Still in a state of adrenaline, I thrust my sword at the now motionless Heracles’ eye and drew blood. The look he gave me was that of inevitable vengeance. I think Caesar was about to add me to his personnel, but then regrettably, I awoke.<!-- 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>
<tr><td>Published: Jan 22, 2021</td><td>Views: 774</td></tr>
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It was Friday about 7:00 p.m., my plans for the night were to meet a friend in about an hour and catch a movie out of town. Little did he know I had plans of my own. I was hanging out at my work, no I wasn't working nor had I just gotten off. It's pretty common there to just hang out, people are always there and a co-worker will usually smoke you up if you're just around, you could say it's a pretty relaxed atmosphere.
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I had acquired two tabs of what I had been told was pretty strong acid. I had just taken one, and about half an hour later I’d had felt no effects. Instead of cursing the bastard who I had believed burned me I popped the second tab and made my way upstairs so I could meet my buddy outside the store. He picked me up around 7:45. I didn't bother to inform him about the acid I had taken, if I had been burned I didn't fell like hearing any shit from him.
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It was pretty rainy, an ideal night to see a movie. It was about 8:15 when the acid began to take hold. We arrived at the theater around 8:45 by now I could fully feel the acid on me. Just our luck we missed the 8:30 show and decided we'll try back at 10:30 and catch the later showing. To waste time we thought we could hit the mall across the street. It was time to let my friend in on my earlier doings; he was probably going to figure it out for himself anyway, as I had began to act pretty strange rambling on incoherently.
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We pulled into the parking lot and when we got out it felt like all the weight in my body had shifted to my legs. We made our way into the mall, now I don't know the last time you've been to the mall on a Friday night, but it must have hosted every 14-16 year old punk around. This is when the acid began to wash over me much stronger. I've tripped before but never this hard. I was much more used to just visuals, and not so much crazy hallucinations. We made our way into a bookstore <!-- Walden’s -->and I stared at a bookcase for what must have felt like an hour. All the colors washing together and shinning so bright it looked like they could have been glowing.
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My friend grabbed my arm, informing me I was scaring the children. We walked farther down the hallway and I began to notice the crazed people that shop here. The acid was really making me crazy, as I couldn't distinguish between real and just hallucinations. A group of kids passed by, their legs looked like 12 ft long, and some guys wearing collared shirts looked as if the cuffs on their sleeves were exaggerated and huge. My god what the hell was going on? We passed an empty store and since it being April they had painted huge flowers on the empty windows, they looked crazy like they were actually there, was I seeing this for real. No, it's just the acid I assured myself.
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Millions of crazy thoughts ran through my head, oh man how long had I been on this drug? I thought quickly to earlier that afternoon when I was sleeping in study hall and I woken up after a crazy daydream. That’s when I took it! I've been tripping since study hall! This whole day has been a hallucination. Just then my friend stopped me 'Dude, you okay? You're looking pretty fucked up'. Boy was he right, fucking acid. I was okay now though, those crazy thoughts were gone.
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We walked by one of those gag shops <!-- , like a Spencer’s, -->and my friend wanted to go in. I didn't know if I could handle something like that right after that last episode. He stood in front and motioned me in. I stared at him for a minute he looked like a wind was blowing on him and his shirt had been caught in the breeze. Yeah I suppose I could handle it, and we walked in. I made my way around the store I was pretty calm and composed right now, and I started staring at all the trippy posters they had in the back. <!-- Ever go to the local Wal-Mart and check out the poster selection and say 'man these would look so much cooler on acid' well, they do. -->The black light poster looked practically 3-D like they were reaching out to me. We checked out the other expensive useless crap and left.
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I turned my direction to a tree we were parked next to, the moss and the bark began to mix together and swirl around the tree. I looked in the vanity mirror, the pupils in my eyes looked like they were growing and shrinking. Oh man what a night. We still had time to pass so we rolled up a few joints and cruised the town, getting nice and baked before the movie. Finally we made our way back to the theater, which by now was looking much crazier, the marquee was huge and I couldn't make out the titles. We entered the theater and bought our tickets. While I was standing in line for some popcorn the rug which was red and had a star print on it began to look like a fog engulfing my legs.
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We got to our seats just in time. The acid wasn't hitting me as hard now but as I brought a kernel up to my mouth it would look huge like the size of my fist. I can't really say I remember much of the movie (I'll have to catch it on DVD), or the rest of the night. I know I got home round 12:30 still feeling the acid. I watched T.V. until about 2 a.m. <!-- anybody who’s done acid would know it's not the easiest to fall asleep while on. -->It’s definitely gone down as one of my craziest trips. I've taken some time off of acid now, I'll give it about 6-9 months before I do it again, maybe next time I'll be a little bit more prepared.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: Not Given</td><td> </td></tr>
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I have tried candyflippin before and had some very spiritual, enlightening experiences. I decided to report this experience, to example the self-exploring possibilities of this combination.
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In the last few years I tried to take psychedelics in very ritualistic, natural environment. I'm an active Zen Buddhist as well and meditating for the last 6 years.
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I'm really interested into experimental,dark,industrial,psy-trance music and my friend drew my attention to an upcoming bushparty.
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We hit the road on Friday evening and since living in the West Coast,very soon, started to rain. By the time we got close the spot where the party was going on, the rain was pouring and we got lost on some forgotten logging road.
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The Courage was with me and after driving in the dark and heavy rain for 2 hours, we found the campsite, where the party was. In the very first 5 minutes, we found 5 hits of acid and 3 tabs of MDMA (E).For the first 3 hours we tried to orientate ourselves to the place and meet some of the psychonauts.
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The music sucked, it wasn't really dark/industrial/psy, but more like drum'n'base/dance.
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Around midnight we decided to drop the acid, my wife unexperienced with LSD, took the MDMA only.
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The coming on was clean and smooth. We sat around a fire in drizzle and tried to stay away from the music. Two guys showed up and begun to play on didgeridoo and some handdrums.I was pretty restless and kept walking between the fire and my car:the result was to completely get lost in the surronding forest, in the dark, in the rain, peaking on acid.
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The most surpising feeling was, that I didn't freaked out- I actually felt like being in my REAL HOME. I hugged a tree (this is the way treehuggers born,lol) and tried to stay, where I'am.
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I was crystal clear, free from my EGO, breathing the humid air, holding on the tree. A gal with flashlight came by, asking if everything is OK.I was glad to see her and she helped me get back to the camp. My friends were still sitting around the fire, my wife had a regressive trip (going back into former lifes).
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The big surprise happened in the morning. We realized, that we are next to the river in a flood area in a huge valley.
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Small group of people were sitting around the fire, having tea and coffee and lighting up the early morning joints.I decided to drop a pill of MDMA, took my wife and went for a hike.
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We had the deepest conversation and comprehended some of the finest details of our relationship (now ongoing for 13 years).
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We bumped into our friend walking in the forest. We all sat on the moss carpet and had a short meditation-contemplation session.
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The MDMA was starting to peak, my EGO dissapeared again. There was something very ancient,powerful sensation took over me.I was transformed into a Native American-Indian, a Pathfinder.
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We hiked the surrounding area and 5 hours later decided to go home. The rain was downpouring all the way home.I had no hangover or anything. Had a normal, good sleep. The spiritual experience is alive up to date ( 6 months later).
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The interesting thing was, that I couldn't participate in the party at all: I was lost in the forest or hiked the area, but this is turned out to be in the favour of The Most Enlightening Panteistic Experience of the last year.
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'When The Spirit Of A Man Decays, The Fire Is Only A Cold Ocean Breeze.'<!-- 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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There was a rave organized over the hill from where we live in my city. We were waiting for somebody to finish work so we could leave. We got to the site about 12pm and decided to have a smoke (bud) and check out the site so we had some idea of where everything was and how to find the car etc.
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After a quick stroll we went back to the car and me and my friend P dropped a trip each<!-- (quite possibly a bit stronger than your usual but I havent done much so I cant really tell.) -->and cruised to the site. It was my second time doing acid and I remember the excitement as the effects came back on and I was remembering what it was like to trip again. I couldn't feel the weed anymore I think the acid had just taken over by now so I was pretty much just tripping.
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Probably about 2 hours later (I had no concept of time so I can't be sure) we cruised back to the car. 2 other guys with us were only smoking and taking like natural stuff so they were having another cone (of bud) to keep going. I was offered some but I didn't want any I thought I was right by myself. I (thought) I preferred acid alone. My other tripping friend told my that it was meant to be quite crazy. (He'd tripped about 5 times before but never smoked with it.) I thought, yeah why not let's do it.
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So we had a smoke and left out of our car and while walking back to the site I was feeling heavier and more 'stoned' than I was before while only on Acid and was thinking, yeah this is what weed is like because it was so familiar at that time. The main site didn't seem to exciting so we went over to this little half-tent where it was like open turn-tables and anybody could play their vinyl, the best music was over here! Anyway I was dancing and was off it my little world of my own thinking to myself 'This is a very weird way to think' and was probably dancing all fluid like, I remember that because there was only about 5 people at this tent, and I had all the room to myself so my arms were quite possibly right out wide and I probably looked like a fool.
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My friend suggested we go to the zone in the trees where they were playing kinda ambient music so we walked over there. I remember during the walk that I looked at the ground and the place that we were walking was grassy, and had patches of green and patches of yellow, I knew this because I was there earlier, it was by the chillout tent so it was all lit up. What was crazy was when I looked at the ground to see where I was walking, the green patches instead of looking all grassy just looked green, and the yellow grass just looked like one shade of yellow. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">What was crazy was when I looked at the ground to see where I was walking, the green patches instead of looking all grassy just looked green, and the yellow grass just looked like one shade of yellow. </div></div>Its hard to describe what it was like, but I couldn't see any blades of grass, only patches of green and patches of yellow. <!-- Mind you it didnt seem weird at the time. -->
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We got to the zone in the trees and I was chronically hallucinating, everything in my vision not just a few things were shimmering and the mirror ball looked like it was liquid and I was standing by a tree and the branch on the tree was coming out at about head height and it was moving on the tree, but the tree was stationary! This is when stuff went downhill fast. I was still thinking that this was a weird way to think. I can't really describe what that means but unlike weed or tripping alone, my brain was processing its thoughts in a very strange manner unlike anything I had ever experienced, I can only describe it with the word zooming. It seemed like my brain/thoughts zoomed into things and then came back out at some later stage that I couldn't control. Not unlike when I am stoned and my thoughts float off for a minute and then I come back to reality and realised that I wasn't concentrating on what I was doing, except for being intensified a thousand times and being more acid like.
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All of a sudden I started to think that not only was this a weird way to think, but I didn't like the way that I was thinking. And I'd heard many stories about bad trips and I thought a bad trip was when one doesn't like what was going on, so I tried to think to myself, 'its not bad its not bad' that didn't help and then I started on the thought pattern <!-- (im sure many people can sympathise with me) -->of 'what if I stay like this forever and it never goes away?' I was stressing out and I'm quite glad I didn't feel comfortable saying that to my friend because if I had started to talk about it I would have lost it.
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Eventually after many trips to and from the car and efforts of trying to listen to old tripper music that scared me, the effects of the weed started to wear off and I was starting to feel sane again considering I was still tripping hard. It was such a relief to realise that I would go back to being straight at some stage.
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Afterwards me and my friend were walking along commenting about the cows in the neighbouring paddock thinking about how mental cows are (they don't do anything) and about how much they probably don't like trance.
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I thing I wished somebody had told, even if it was the only thing about acid I had ever been told, was that no matter what happens, you'll be straight in the morning. I didnt and I freaked. I hope this helps somebody before they go through the stress I did!
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In a later episode with cough mixture and weed I came to the conclusion that weed was the thing that made my brain zoom because DXM was annoying by itself and when I added weed it just turned into another episode of that trip and the zooming seemed the same, and then I would think that I would never go back to normal but straight away I knew I would so that was okay. --><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2000</td><td width="90">ExpID: 12464</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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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">40 mg</td>
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I have often heard that prozac and ssri's significantly reduce the effects of psychedelics and LSD. I don't find this to be true. Let me begin by saying I do not like acid. Anymore. I used to do it a lot and loved it, as well as other psychedelics and didnt have a problem. A while back I dosed under the wrong mindset and had a horrible, frightening trip. This was probably because I had a very bizarre scary experience with salvia and it kinda put me into a realization that I am not invincible to psychedelics. Since then I have been very cautious of psychedelics. I have used mushrooms countless times since, but I have been reluctant to use LSD since out of fear of having the same bad trip. I have heard that if you have a massively bad trip once, it is impossible to have a good trip as you cannot trick your brain into ignoring the feeling you had during that trip. Before that I had taken large amounts and been fine, better than fine is more like it, as some of the best times (with psychedelics) I've had were on acid. I'm not going to get into the bad trip. I dont even like to remember that day as it makes me uneasy.
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But anyway, a few years later, I began selling acid to make a few bucks as it isn't easy to find where I live, and I had a connection, so you know, why not. I wasn't using it myself. I have heard that taking antidepressants, specifically ssri's reduce the effects of psychedelics. Well nowdays I take prozac for depression, though I don't think I really need it anymore. But always having LSD around can get tempting and one day I was drinking with some friends and they were all tripping. Well needless to say I couldnt resist and took a few hits, and then I said screw it and ate a few more, 15 total.
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Within 10 or 15 minutes it was comin on pretty strong, alot faster than it had ever kicked in before. Within an hour I was tripping extremely hard and started to get ansty and began to have doubts about it and started thinking maybe I had made a big mistake. I decided to go for a walk to try and relax. Thank god I wasn't having the same feeling from my 'bad' trip but I was extremely uneasy and kinda nervous as to where this trip was going cuz I was really tripping balls and still nowhere near the peak. But the more I walked the more everything seemed not real and messed up. I wasn't sure I could handle the peak cuz after about 2 hours I was already tripping harder than I ever remember tripping before, and had turned inward and began analyzing my life and looking at all the thoughts I have that always go through my head but I dont really notice. I eventually found a little corner by a fence in my neighborhood and just huddled in the snow and went along for the ride, contemplating everything about the futility of everything of my life, wondering what the purpose was, with my thoughts going in repeating loops of such. Also I'd find myself scared about falling into the same bad trip I previously had, but then reassuring myself that even if I did, I had survived it last time, and I never actually did come to the same level of paranoia. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I'd find myself scared about falling into the same bad trip I previously had, but then reassuring myself that even if I did, I had survived it last time, and I never actually did come to the same level of paranoia.</div></div>
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It wasn't really a bad trip, just a sort of uncomfortable one, until I passed my peak and calmed down a bit and went back home. The last 6 or so hours while I was coming down were actually quite enjoyable. On previous occasions, I have taken at least 25 hits of acid. But this was definitely the most intense acid trip I ever experienced, off of 15. Some people say that prozac reduces the effects of LSD and other psychedelics. This was definitely not true for me. If anything it enhanced the effects significantly. There's always the possibility that it was much better acid than I had ever had before, but the feedback from most of my friends who I had been selling it to before that was that it was maybe a little better than average, but nothing significant. But either way the prozac I was on did not reduce the effects of it, as far as I could tell at least. I hadn't taken acid from that batch not on it to compare, but it definitely seemed to enhance the acid 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>
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When I was in 8th grade, our class field trip was to Washington DC. I smoked pot regularly. We wanted to get high in DC but were worried about not getting a chance to smoke there. I wanted to try lsd.
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We met up at the school at about 4:30 AM. My friend, N, had gotten us (4 people) around 15 hits of acid. It had some kind of jungle scene on the back of it. I’m not sure what kind it was. We took the acid as soon as we got on the bus (around 5 AM). I was on the bus with N, and T and J were on another bus together. N dropped 4 and J dropped 5. T only dropped 1 and I dropped 2. N and J had tripped before and T and myself had not.
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I tried to get some sleep but I was too excited. The first thing I noticed was the sky. The sky was orange. There were some black clouds and pink clouds. There was one black cloud in the middle of the pink ones. N and I had this mindless conversation about how the black clouds were forming a chain to rescue the stranded one. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had this mindless conversation about how the black clouds were forming a chain to rescue the stranded one.</div></div>
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The next major thing was the song running through my head. I swore it was a real song, the lyrics were “Get your poop out of my life, get your poop out of my life…” it ended with “doo doo dot deedle dot drop!”. I wrote it down so I could remember it later.
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While talking to N (I was tripping pretty good by now), the seat pattern made it look like a whole was burning through the seat.
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We stopped at a rest area for a mid morning break and a snack. All 4 of us trippers met up to talk about what we were feeling. For some reason there was this circular cement platform. We stood there pondering the meaning of it. I felt like I could stay there my whole life and love every minute of it.
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The rest of the first trip was uneventful.
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The second trip was the interesting one. We were on the ride home and I didn’t want to sit there bored for 6 hours. I decided to drop the other 2 hits I bought around 6pm. About 30 mins later I started feeling it. I was listening to Santeria by Sublime (a great chill song). I had one headphone on my head because I thought if I put the other one on I would chill so much I would melt into the seat. It was great.
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We stopped for dinner at McDonalds around 7:30pm. I was standing in a hallway waiting to order. I kept telling this kid (he was very level but wouldn’t rat me out) he went to a Def Leopard concert. I ordered food (don’t know why, I couldn’t eat it if I had to) and got back on the bus.
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This is where I started tripping hard, much harder than I had earlier with the same dose of the same acid. There was this girl (I think she was tripping too) I was talking to. She asked me if that was my jacket on the floor and I said “What’s a jacket?” She just laughed and I figured her name was “Mrs. Roundhead” for one reason I still don’t know.
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There was this girl who kept puking sitting behind N and I. I called her “Pukey McPukePuke” (Something only a tripper could think of). I think this had something to do with the next events.
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By now I was tripping my eyeballs out. Everything would break up into little circles and rearrange themselves. I thought I would be insane forever. I checked my watch every 5 seconds. They were showing a movie I had already seen. I tried watching it, but I was really seeing the reflection in the window. This made everything backwards, and it really made me trip out. This went on for about an hour or so, when I think I fell asleep.
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I woke up near home on a familiar bridge. I leaned over to N and said “This is where my gamma lives!” I meant to say grandma, and N thought I meant Gamma Ray (he was tripping again). It was funny.
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We got to the school and my dad picked me up. We talked about stuff I saw (at museums, not on my trip ;). I went home and took a shower. It felt absolutely wonderful because I was sooo tired. I sat there watching orange and red hexagons zoom past my head.
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I tried to go to bed but couldn’t. My wall flashed green one or twice. I laid in bed watching some late night show. David Duchovny was talking about making “ass paintings” with his wife. Very entertaining for a tripper.
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I soon fell asleep and slept the next day away. I was tired mentally and physically. Overall, the experience was enjoyable and I would repeat it again if I could.
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1999</td><td width="90">ExpID: 12639</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 14</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Mar 2, 2021</td><td>Views: 627</td></tr>
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So I took the acid last night at 7:03pm Friday night and then, I believe, my friends and I drove around to smoke pot. After 20 minutes the LSD had kicked in like crazy. The lights on the radio seemed all synchronized and other lights were going crazy. After driving we came back to my dorm room where I felt completely out of it. I was looking at this topographical map of the USA on my wall and the colours were cycling and fading into each other and just going crazy. The room was way too white.
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We then, I think either explored the basement or went to this party - not sure which came first. But either way I am fairly sure that I missed a good amount of whatever we were doing because at that point I was in a state where to talk I had to remind myself of what words meant because I could feel a word or I could feel internally what people were saying but the words had different associations <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I had to remind myself of what words meant because I could feel a word or I could feel internally what people were saying but the words had different associations</div></div> than they usually did. I sort of felt different sounds/feelings for the words. Not sure how to explain.
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At one point I was saying 'I have no idea what is going on.' and I think I meant it in the context of that I didn't have any idea what was going on in the car we were in, that I had no idea what was going on with the drugs, I had no idea what I usually did as a person.
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And that last part is really something I am trying to explain to myself or at least one other person so I could think back decently to it. I felt like I did not know the world I was living in and that the norms that related to normal human life were really fucked up for me. I was not sure how people lived at one point. Considering that at that point all I cared about was cigarette warmth and music and I remember thinking, 'How do people actually live when they need to focus on so many things?'
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I felt at one point that I was in some sort of game that I knew would end and that it would all be fine when I got out of the game but at the moment I had to figure out how to operate in the game which was hard because I did not know how to behave within the rules.
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At the party I recall talking to many people and being overly social but really having no fucking clue what was going on.
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I lost my cellphone in my friend's car and felt really sad about it but when I found it was very happy. Also when I found it I found a text message from my friend saying 'I think I love you' and another one saying 'LOL that was my girlfriend typing' so I called that friend (who really I had not spoken to for a while) and promptly informed him about the acid. Which was funny. Then I think I called him again and hung up on him sort of. At that point I really wanted to talk to somebody who was not the people around me so I called a friend and he told me to look at the phone which, at the time, was sort of confusing.
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We then got back to the party and I talked to more people. Two highlights from that were:
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1. This girl I dislike - I was coming out of the bathroom - and she said 'Anastasia, did I say something to piss you off' and then this other guy was asking me some sort of questions and I just thought 'fuck it, I can't deal with this right now.' and just walked off and laughed for about five minutes.
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2. My friend and I were standing around and this French guy was asking me if I'd met him before and I had and told him and then he was saying something else and we had no fucking clue what he was saying so he, probably, thought that we were moronic Americans and started saying something about not speaking English trying to mock up and it was just the craziest fucking thing ever.
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Later smoked more pot, smoked even more pot, smoked even more more pot.
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Near the end of the party I was sitting on the couch and looking at purple squiggles and sort of collecting all of the colours in my head and then opening my eyes really wide and causing weird light patterns. It was cool.
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Then we piled into a car and got to the place we'd be sleeping and I lay on the couch with my eyes closed and watched weird things and thought weird things and tried to assure myself that I had teeth and that they were not fucked up in any way.
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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>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">6 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" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 g</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">45 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">vaporized</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/dmt/">DMT</a></td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">239 lb</td>
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After I drank the water from the phial, and swallowed the tea from the most beautiful vines of which the natives brew, I vaporize the spice, and take it all in one sizeable inhalation. I am aware of separation of body and spirit almost instantly. The music is no longer objective, it's become subjective and I am riding the sounds in my living room. As each note carries my body in complete blissful vibration, I realize each sounds is also birthing objects right before my eyes, and as the sound dies, the objects too, die. I observe ravishing geometric patterns reminescent of 'The Koch Snowflake' (or star) with an infinite amount of glowing traces reaching across the boundaries of these objects, intersecting each other an infinite amount of times forming smaller geometric arrangements within the object itself. These objects looked as if they were made of gold or jewels, and they vibrated heartedly with gold tints. It was as if preflight I could perceive the correlation between vibrations and existence's relationship with mathematics.
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Not only do I feel myself leaving my body, but I am propelled into a familiar realm of keyed up and frenzied space excursion through a familiar method of travel. My 'soul' soars through this vortex full of geometric decorations along the surrounding walls and dome. I travel upward through this place, with a tremendous amount of force guiding me. I explode into empty space out of this vortex and feel as if I had expanded infinitely outward into every direction in space and time, as if my consciousness had seeped into every corner of the universe. I journey more into empty space, and above me I observe a figure made up of geometric ornaments and markings which ultimately encompassed billions of links within their flawless boundaries, aiming toward the direction of where I just traveled from. I float up towards this figure and I get the impression that I am reaching the boundaries of whatever dimension we or our minds are confined to.
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I am boundless now, existing in space and experiencing the familiar timelessness one could only describe as eternity. I had the feeling I could go and journey more into eternity and space, but something anchored me . There was a hecatonicosachoron which rested perfectly on the being's forehead, and more links cascaded from it in every direction towards me, pulling me. The beauty of this object was astounding, exploding with blue, purple, green, and gold light. The pull becomes more intense, and any resistance I may have wielded quickly subsided, and it's energy and mine resonated together, and I perceived an extensive amount of information being instilled into me. As I make my way upwards to it I am immeditately pulled in and for a few seconds observe visions of hyperspace travels past, understanding that I had just been invited into this being's consciousness, it welcomed me humbly.
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I am now It, and subsequently, I and It were synonymous to each other. It was I, and I was It. Billions of energized links emit from my new self, all vibrating in perfect synchronism and stretching across empty space straight towards where I had traveled from, all converging on one center point, connecting to each living organism on Earth. Trying my hardest not to be confounded by it, I became aware of a familiar link, one which was illuminated by the most electric blue. Glowing, pulsating, and cascading from my mouth downwards into the boundaries I was removed from. With each beat of my heart, the link pulsated and sent a surge of absolute love and endless understanding and empathy to my newfound body. The feeling associated with the sharing of energy between the being, and my body is truly ineffable. The vision lasted an eternity. I had become everything in this dimension. I became the entity of the totality of Earth and its living inhabitants and each one of those billions of organisms are traces, edges, patterns, planes, methods, and saturations of a consummate gem of which beauty knows no limit.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2010</td><td width="90">ExpID: 91410</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Mar 19, 2021</td><td>Views: 761</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">15 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">rectal</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/2cb/">2C-B</a></td>
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<td width="80" class="bodyweight-amount">112 lb</td>
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Setting: Couple’s weekend in a peaceful hut at the middle of a forest, celebrating my spouse’s birthday. We have enjoyed 2C-B and LSD on occasions before but this time we decided to combine both, and take a different route of administration. First we took a blotter (around 100ug) each and after feeling the effect we added the 2C-B.
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T+0:00 we took a blotter of LSD
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T+1:00 we dissolved about 30mg of 2C-B (HCL) in roughly 2ml of water, divided between two syringes and I administered my partner first, and then he administered me both rectally. I immediately lost consciousness and for roughly 2.5 next hours was lying on the bed, unable to fully control my body or communicate. My partner reports that I had what might have been seizures. My limbs were banging at the bed uncontrollably. I wanted it to stop but otherwise felt OK.
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T+3:30 (~12AM) I was able to climb out of bed. We went outside to the hot tub and spent a few hours inside. Everything from that point on was marvelous. I had closed and open eye visuals. Light tracers. Flying objects that might have been real bugs but seemed taken out of a fairy tale. The water felt so nice to the touch. My partner was relieved to know I’m OK and very much enjoying the experience
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T:7:00 The effects start to wear off and we headed to sleep.
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Overall it is a very positive experience that I had to share and wanted to sit down and write for a long time. I recommend being careful when mixing strong psychedelics. The synergy <!-- if-->was wonderful but the road there <!-- might be-->was rocky. Going by rectal administration requires one to be more careful with dosage. <!-- 2C-B is known to have an extremely strong effect when overdosed and it’s much easier to overdose this way.--> I’d start with one third (~5mg) and not mix with LSD the first time one tries this.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 115387</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 43</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Apr 27, 2021</td><td>Views: 756</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">2C-B (52), LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">200 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/pharms/sertraline/">Pharms - Sertraline</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">sublingual</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
<td class="dosechart-form"><b>(blotter / tab)</b></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center"> repeated</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">78 kg</td>
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I was on 200mg of sertraline (for my pure O OCD) at the time of this trip, so I thought I would test if my ability to trip had been affected in any way. This was the first time I had taken LSD but had experience with other drugs. Lots of methylphenidate, weed since forever, cocaine (it replaced my methylphenidate habit, horrible drug in my eyes), alcohol, MDMA a few times and n-bome-25-I.
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There were a couple of psychological and emotional issues I wanted to feel and reflect upon while tripping. I wrote a list of the various problems, as a guide. The list included: accepting my ego and potentiating the various abilities I enjoyed practicing and/or percieved as useful, my weed addiction which had gotten a bit out of hand, my tendency to avoid difficult circumstances instead of facing them to the best of my abilities and a couple of other things.
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The tiny tab was in the freezer. I put it in my wallet and prepared some sandwiches since I had decided to go hiking in the beautiful mediteranian woods that surround my village. I strolled up to the beginning of the path that led into the rich vegetation and placed the hit of acid under my tongue. The walk was peaceful and relaxing.
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A massive tree cast its shadow on the ground, I sat between its roots and meditated for a while. I continued my journey onwards, nowhere in particular. A clearing appeared in the woods that gave way to grassy fields. They were soft and inviting, so I lay down and ate half a sandwich.<!-- Cheese, turkey, lettuce and mayo. So good. -->
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The effects started to come on so subtly that I didn’t realise I was tripping until the trip was in full swing. I decided to walk to the “coffee shop” in the next village along and smoke a spliff, since I was hardly feeling the effects and an hour had gone past already, or so I thought. As I left the woods I was greeted by the sound of the cars and lorries driving down the motorway. It was really windy and I started to feel as if the wind was lifting me off the ground, as if gravity had been turned down. There was a tunnel that led you under the motorway. As I passed through it, I made noises and the echos seemed to take longer to come back. It was Tuesday so the industrial complex on the other side was busy. I saw all these people working and driving lorries, I realised that they were struggling to survive and that the fruit of their effort was being stolen by their bosses. At that moment, I wanted to live in a commune or something. But I knew that the rich didn’t give up their privileges easily. A feeling of acceptance flooded my soul and I realised I just had to get on with my life. I couldn’t wait to get back home and prepare the english lessons for my students. Then the sensory input overwhelmed my thought process and the immediate reality around me occupied all my mental space.
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I sat on a bench in a shopping center that was nearly empty and drank some water. Looking in my rucksack I found a pair of sunglasses and was really excited to stumble across them. I put them on and went in a supermarket. I wanted to eat a mango but thought it would be a bit messy so I bought some strawberries instead. To my dismay they were not as nice as I had imagined, they were out of season so they were kind of watery.
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Finally I reached the coffee shop, thinking it would be open because I had set off at 1 o’clock and felt as if I must have been wandering through the woods for a good 4 hours at least. But no, it was only 3:30. At this point I became a bit disorientated, so I just ambled round the village looking at people and things. The lazy afternoon sun poured slowly down the streets filling the atmosphere. I felt so lucky to be alive, and saw all the little tangible and intangible details that I had been ignoring recently. The sertraline had been leaving me kind of numb emotionally and the LSD reconnected with this plethora of feelings. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The sertraline had been leaving me kind of numb emotionally and the LSD reconnected with this plethora of feelings.</div></div> I was getting goosebumps because of the wind, my whole being had become an extremely sensitive entity.
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I sat down on a wall in a park. On the other side of the wall there was a 6 or 7 meter drop, I gazed down. After a while I got a bit scared because I thought I might fall or jump, so I decided to go to a museum but it was closed.
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Everything seemed more alive than usual, I could feel the trees breathing. The bark made wonderful patterns, like celtic designs. I hugged it and wished it luck. Just beyond the tree there was a young lad playing with his dog, they were having so much fun and it was such a simple and fulfilling happiness.
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I made it back to the coffee shop. At first I was a bit apprehensive to go in, because the people knew me and I didn’t want to tell them I was tripping balls. They must have seen there was something up with me, but I’m quite weird normally so maybe not. I bought some California orange and rolled up. God, the taste! It was like drinking freshly squeezed orange; The juices of mother nature’s pussy.
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A mate asked me if I wanted to play table football. I doubted for a second but then thought fuck it! Let’s play. We won 3 times in a row (which was surprising), I was really agitated at times because it was overstimulating, and I couldn’t keep track of everything that was happening. But there were certain moments that played before me in slow motion, and I could control the ball with great precision. People’s expressions were also in slo mo.
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At this point, I felt really high. I continued to smoke and got higher and higher and higher. This guy sitting next to me had a bit of snot coming out of his nose, but I wasn’t sure if it was part of his nose or not, so I didn’t say anything. But then someone pointed it out and I said “so it was a bit of snot”. Luckily they were stoners and didn’t mind too much, but I felt embarressed. The mate with whom I had played table football, asked if I wanted to go to the cinema. I was like “great, is it discount day today”. He said “I don’t know, but I was talking about the projector in the other room”. We chilled out on the sofas. His face started to desintegrate very slowly into fractals. His features created a symmetric pattern that made him look like an indian deity. I lost track of time and thought I might miss the bus, so I said goodbye and made my way to the bus stop. But as I was leaving I ran into a wall and got a bit lost. A women said “what are you laughing at?” I continued to laugh thinking of a response but nothing came to mind so I said “nothing”.
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The bus trip induced a trance. I got off at my stop and contemplated the horizon as the sun was going down. The colours were mind-boggling. I saw a certain number of shades but the longer I looked the more I could zoom in and more nuances came to life.
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I got back home and hugged my Grandma. She was pleased to see me, but saw something weird in my eyes. Possibly the massive black holes that engulfed my irises. I went upstairs and talked with my aunt about her problems with her mother and her ex-boyfriend. We really connected and she opened up more than usual. She smelt the pungent weed smoke on my clothes when we hugged and laughed. I made myself some dinner, just soup and the left over sandwich. I enjoyed this meal so much and have enjoyed food much more since this experience, life in general. Everything I took for granted before, I appreciate profoundly now. The mango was the icing on the cake. I had forgotten I had one in the fruit bowl and ate it slowly as if it were a gift from the gods. I reflected that everything religion has classified as heavenly is actually from this earth, and that this classification has subtracted importance from this reality. It’s through existing fully here that spiritual fullfilment is achieved.
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I was feeling kind of burnt out, probably the weed. I went to the bathroom and was pleasantly surprised by my reflection, I breathed in deeply for a few minutes. My lungs filled up completely, and I felt my thirst for air quenched. But breathing deeply was so nice I just kept on inhaling with my belly. It was giving me life! The hot shower made me tremble with pleasure. I could feel every droplet on my skin. I could have just melted there and then. Being naked was wonderful, I felt as if my skin and flesh fitted just perfectly. I dried off and lay on my bed. There’s a painting on my wall of a stream, a cow, a village and mountain in the background. The paint was slowly dripping, dense and deep in colour. Sleeping was difficult so I took a couple of benzos and floated into the realm of dreams.
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I woke as fresh as a rose, reborn and more me than ever.
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Since then the obsessive thoughts have been less intrusive and I don’t overthink things so much. I haven’t smoked weed since the trip and I’m feeling much wittier as a result. Life has more meaning and I feel genuinely happy without drugs. Life is the best drug.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2015</td><td width="90">ExpID: 105706</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 21</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Mar 5, 2021</td><td>Views: 562</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/cannabis/">Cannabis</a></td>
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<td width="90" align="right"> T+ 3:30</td>
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About 2 years ago, I was about 25 and fairly new to psychedelics, I had gotten a 10 strip of 100ug LSD printed with black ants and a gram of 100% pure DMT off the darknet from trusted vendors. I had never had good acid before, and I had done DMT about a dozen times before this, but this would be my strongest trip thus far. I had planned on going to a friend's house to try the acid and try to do DMT, I'll name him M. After about a month of waiting for an opportunity to have M's parents out of his house, they finally went on a trip to some cabin they have somewhere, idk. I wanted to go to his house because he wanted to try it and he has an awesome house to trip in. I end up taking just 1 tab of acid because it was my first time taking acid that wasn't bunk, so I just wanted to see effects.
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It was about 3 pm when I dropped. I wasn't really nervous or anything seeing how it was only 1 tab, but still excited. M took 2 tabs because he's a big guy and usually has a hard time tripping (even with 2 tabs he barely tripped, if at all). So waiting for it to kick in, me and M go upstairs to his room, which he has set up like a visual playground for tripping. We smoke like 4 bowls and chill and the acid finally starts coming on about 50 minutes later. It wasn't really too strong. In retrospect I wish I had taken more. Just had some minor thought racing and coloration in the vision, but it was enough to effect my DMT trip to come, which is what I wanted.
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We spend the next 2 hours talking, listening to Bjork and Shpongle, and smoking more weed. My friend M smokes a lot of weed, a lot more than me anyways, so we pretty much smoke nonstop when we hang out, and that's fine with me. I eventually feel relaxed enough to take the trip further about T+3:30 after dropping my tab, so I weigh out 65mg of DMT and load up my large slider with enough weed to absorb the DMT and enough weed on top to vaporize it. I just light a small cherry in the middle and let it spread. I've gotten pretty good at smoking DMT with this method and I'm sure I got like 80% of it vaped in the first hit and never bothered hitting it a second time. I held it in for about 10 before starting to feel the energetic 'hightened senses' mode and increasingly loud buzzing you get into right before tripping, exhaled, and fucking HYPERSPACED!
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Given the nature of DMT the trip is somewhat fleeting to me now, but I ended up in a multidimensional room of horizontal lines of red, yellow, orange, and black ebbing and flowing past each other and overlapping like waves. It wasn't like I was seeing this stuff with my eyes, I was seeing this stuff with my brain, I WAS this stuff, like it was a part of me. Every thought brought a new dimension to the trip and seemed to flow with the music in the background. At this point I was writhing on the ground a bit from the intensity of the trip. It wasn't unpleasant at all or anything, it was just really intense. And the strange thing is that there with this still-frame man with shoulder-length blonde hair seemingly dressed in 80's surfer fashion telling me 'Hi!' 'What's up' 'Check this out.' I'm going to blame that on the acid.
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This goes on for a couples minutes and starts getting increasingly intense and the next thing I remember is being in a boundless room of white, filled with repeating geometric arranged black lines and circles that all seemed to change and split off of themselves and fractalize in unison but each one not really having a definable position. This takes up a majority of the trip, and as I feel the peak of the trip start to drift away like a dream, I open my eyes and look at the ceiling and there was a large purple vortex of smoke coming out of the ceiling, real as day. That smoke vortex was almost as exciting to me as the rest of the trip. I was so real. I remember blowing upwards at it trying to disrupt the smoke, knowing full well it wasn't real.
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The entirety of the trip was about 10 minutes, which is decently long for a DMT trip, and took about another 5-10 minutes after the trip before I was baseline. I wish I had more to say about the trip, but you can only describe the indescribable so well. <!-- Until you truly breakthrough on DMT, you really can't understand how intense it is or how fast you're flung into hyperspace, or how significant of a thing it is.--> I haven't done DMT since. I've had DMT, but had no opportunity to do it, on account of children. I would definately like to try this combo again with 250ug instead of 100ug.
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TL;DR? DMT is awesome. ...while on acid.<!-- End Body -->
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Now I write this as someone who would be the first to defend drugs, I don't think they're bad and I think you can have great experiences with them. However, I would say that I have had long term effects from using psychedelic drugs which haven't been on the whole positive<!-- , and I wish simply to warn others about the risk they are taking with their mental health when they take them-->. This isn't to say I'll never take them again, but there is definitely a safe and healthy way to take them and a way that'll screw your brain up.
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-->When I was around 17 I began experimenting with psychedelics, namely LSA in the form of Hawaiian Baby Rosewood (sic) seeds, which gave me mixed trips. One however, where I forgot to scrape off the overcoating had me throwing up all night thinking I was dying. But, I never really had bad long term effects off. Nor with mushrooms, nor with anything really. Not for a while.
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Then I went and took a lot of acid, not crazy amounts, but I was doing it I'd say every two three weeks or so over a period of four months. I thought it was great, I thought I felt rejuvenated after a trip, and I had all these amazing wonderful life changing experiences on it. I mean, even the little hallucinations I'd get when I wasn't on LSD or shrooms were fun, I saw them as free trips and they didn't really scare me too much.
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A couple of experiences changed this for me. Firstly when I took something I thought was LSD but was in fact a research chemical, which sent my friend to hospital because he had a psychotic breakdown on it. Luckily I was more experienced and was able to keep it together, but it was really really strong stuff, and for the first time ever I felt scared on a trip in a way I hadn't before; not in a oh-shit-I'm-tripping way but in a I'm-on-the-edge-of-a-breakdown way. I took acid after that and I was fine, but the flashbacks were starting to get annoying, I was starting to get worried about the fact that straight lines never looked straight any more, or that I'd see wisps of smoke coming off things. But I was in for a little bit more than this.
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After a seriously bad acid trip where I thought I had been poisoned and was dying, the first I had ever had which took me completely off guard (possibly caused by the large amount of pills I was taking around that time), I began to have emotional and somatic flashbacks. I went through, and am still in to an extent, a prolonged existential crisis. I lay in bed at night some nights feeling absolute fear at the thought of death. Faced with a false reality that I was going to die on that trip it opened up something in my mind which has stopped me from being able to fully enjoy life without the anxiety of my eventual death and non-being. Not only that, I now get flashbacks from the feeling of that trip of numbness and pains; which doesn't help since I then think it's caused by a life-threatening disease (call me paranoid).
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To you this might not sound that bad, certainly I don't feel like I've gone mad, but it has caused me huge huge huge anxiety which'll come on at any point, even when I haven't felt like that for weeks. Even if I think I've made peace with death or with the trip I had. And I'll feel this tension in my chest and fear run through my very being when I do. I find it ironic psychedelics are said to help with end of life anxiety.
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Moving on, this went on for some months, also accompanied by visual flashbacks, which started to get more intense and worrying, I'll still see images of things when I close my eyes or static and flashes of light though more occasionally nowadays. A couple of months later, after the trip, I took truffles with some friends. Now, I think it was just that I hadn't eaten, but my blood sugar or something must have dropped while I was on them and I almost fainted. While the trip wasn't terrible overall, I didn't have the best time and weirdly I felt like I was on acid not shrooms when I was on them; I don't know whether it was just the truffles or a flashback of some kind, I haven't taken mushrooms since so I don't know.
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Funnily enough, taking half a tab of acid and some DMT one night while coming down off pills actually helped the death anxiety a bit and I have felt somewhat better since the DMT although I took half a tab of acid again the other week, the trip went fine though, and feel a little more panicky and anxious since then- but it's also been a heavy couple of weeks with other drug use as well. The thing is, that I'll still get visual flashbacks quite a lot and the other ones some of the time and it's definitely triggered something in me. Clearly taking acid has triggered something, or at least just ridiculously long existential crisis and well as feelings of disassociation sometimes.
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<!-- I don't want to judge though, -->I just want to warn people through my own experience that you should be careful with these drugs. <!-- It's not just taking a pill once in a while, or a bit of ket, these drugs can seriously affect your mind in ways that can be really damaging. I also don't want to recommend the DMT route either as a way of curing it if you're going through the same thing as me, since I'm not sure whether it was but I have a feeling it could have been. The thing is, so many people go into using these drugs just thinking they're a bit of fun and not knowing the dangers of a bad trip; but--> I feel like I'm getting a bit better even if I've had a bit of dip recently, and I hope this report might help others in not having the same experience as me or at least knowing that they're not the only ones this is happening to.<!-- End Body -->
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<!-- Saturday 27 March 2021
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Approx 1.5 - 2 Hits of LSD, I haphazardly measured out some liquid LSD that we had previously watered down by a factor of 4 - as it was the last few drops in the bottle and we didn’t want to waste it.
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By two o’clock in the afternoon the trip starts with mild visuals, euphoria and general wellbeing. The clouds and the trees in the garden warp and twist, faint mandala style overlays but nothing major. Closed eye visuals consist of greyscale fractals, machinescapes and rainbow highlights. Minimal body load and a really mild nausea. I feel pretty disappointed, I’ve been increasing my doses bit by bit over the last year, seeking some ‘next level’ and arrogantly posturing as a psychonaut.
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For some reason, the acid seems to be wearing off, I’d eaten a light breakfast some hours earlier of bacon, sausage and eggs - no bread or starches. The euphoria has subsided, as has the nausea. I complain to my lovely girlfriend (who is completely sober and busy with other things) that it hasn’t really done much for me and I announce that I intend to take some more. My vision is slightly distorted but I’m competent enough to operate the digital scales to check what comes next…
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Next up is approximately 40mg of 4-aco-DMT, my source has told me that the individual capsules are 20’s but I weigh an empty one and compare them. Satisfied enough with the accuracy of his doses I take two - for a total of 40mg. After popping the brown little capsules I stand staring out of my conservatory at the trees, willing the universe to show me what it’s got. ‘Come on then!’ I say to myself inside my head….
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Twenty minutes later the come up is abrupt and startling, my conservatory and living room are outlined in neon, the highlights on any polished surface sparkle like sunlight on a moving sea - every surface is decorated with hieroglyphic writing that crawls and melts across it. The world begins to shift, as if the resolution of my vision is increasing, the open eye visuals are the most incredible I have experienced to date. 3D geometry is forming on and around every object and unlike other trips it isn’t a transparent overlay, it doesn’t waver, distort or shift, it is static and solid, like a photo-real rendering of a cartoon.
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What comes next is the most terrifying experience of my life. Looking out across my garden I notice that the plants and trees are changing, the surfaces smooth out and the colours shift along the spectrum, I become focused on one small area and watch as alien noodle plants grow where previously there was grass. I stare dumbfounded for an eternity, time seems to be meaningless now, and when I break my gaze, suddenly and without warning, the world has been ‘replaced’. Every object is now rendered in stunning CGI - wireframe buckyball outlines of strange structures populate a weird alien landscape, where shadows have been banished and only an ambient occlusion remains - I become convinced I have been transported to another dimension or kidnapped by aliens and thrown into a replica of my home - a zoo for human specimens.
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I feel very alone and childlike, I cannot understand what is happening and I am deeply afraid. It feels like I am being shown some incomprehensibly complex system and being asked to interact with it without any context or instructions <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">It feels like I am being shown some incomprehensibly complex system and being asked to interact with it without any context or instructions</div></div>, I am aware of just how stupid I am. My memories are wiped, my sense of self is gone and I have no idea where I am or how I got here. The vision is completely static, as I walk around, the perspective changes, it feels like a movie set or virtual reality, if i leave the room and come back, the scene is the same as when I left it - the hallucination appears solid and permanent. I lose my ability to cope, having been completely ill-prepared by my previous psychedelic experiences for this kind of trip.
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I am a fan of psychedelic art but I have never seen anything like this. In every other trip I have experienced it felt at least a little familiar, the mandalas, the flaming eyes, colour palette, the winged entities, the rainbow machinescapes and kaleidoscopic geometry, even the neon tentacles and visions of being a Mexican policeman - these were comfortable territory for me, not so this time.
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After what feels like years, I remember that my girlfriend is in the other room, I am not alone. I swallow my pride and I decide to get help, for some reason I am absolutely ashamed of myself and all I can do is apologise for interrupting her afternoon. I try to explain the situation and she manages to trip sit me out of this terrifying headspace.
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We sat for a while in our conservatory while she feeds me peanuts and tea (she had not been replaced by the aliens, but looked perfectly normal) and I talked whilst she asked me questions and offered ideas, during this conversation I experienced visions of how the human consciousness is physically constructed, what pathways are involved in making a decision, or having a thought. I saw each block of my personality and how it was connected and one by one each block was disconnected from the whole. As the network of my mind shut down I became unable to think or understand and ended up simply being experience and nothing more.
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It turns out that my girlfriend had recorded the entire conversation on my phone, listening back to it, the aeon of mindlessness and the dissolution of my consciousness happened in the blink of an eye between sentences. After my mind returned, several of my failings in how I interact with the world had been revealed to me, lessons on ego, pride, selfishness and honesty had all been outlined by the experience and to be frank I didn’t feel too pleased about it.
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Slowly, the vision began to recede, first my dining table and conservatory returned to normal, leaving only the alien terrarium outside the glass, then that too faded leaving only a mild disco light at the periphery of my vision and some closed eye symmetrical geometry which lasted for the next few hours and left me with a headache.
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Despite the abject terror and confusion, I am determined to repeat this combination and explore its implications.
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Trip time: 10 hours<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 39</td><td> </td></tr>
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I had already tried acid quite a few times, so I was feeling pretty comfortable and relaxed when I took my tab. I was heading to a Halloween psytrance party with a few of my friends who had previously decided not to take acid that night. I didn’t do much to prepare for the trip, except for skipping lunch and dinner, because I always find that eating less food makes the come-up faster.
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The tab I took was from a blotter that I had never tried before, so I wasn’t sure of its intensity. I took the tab at about 9:30pm <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I took the tab at about 9:30pm</div></div> and we headed for the bus, which would take us to the party.
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It was about 10:15pm when I started feeling the first effects of the acid. My skin felt tingly and I started fidgeting. I really wanted to get off the bus and start walking but that feeling was easily controlled, especially since we had gotten quite close to the location.
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The bus finally stopped and we all started walking to the club where the party was happening. By this point, my vision had turned kind of wavy, in the sense that the buildings didn’t really look like they should do and my body felt very bouncy.
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We entered the club and I was in great spirits, especially now that I felt like I was floating rather than walking. When we got in, the speakers were already blasting psytrance music but the club was quite empty, so we headed outside to sit on the balcony. I sat quite close to the balcony railings, and it was so much fun to look down at the street and see people walk by. The pavement looked like it was glittering and all of the people seemed to be glowing with this golden light. I looked round myself and I realized that the whole balcony was flooded with these beautiful colours and everyone looked happy and warm.
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I stayed chatting to my friends for quite a while and I kept looking down at the scene from the balcony quite a lot. I laughed at a lot of things, especially since it was Halloween and quite a few people were in costumes.
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I had lost track of time by this point but it must have been about 2 hours into the trip, when two of my friends decided to take a tab themselves and another friend took half. I was really happy that they had decided to take acid as well because I wanted them to share this experience with me.
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At this point, whenever anyone talked, I could see waves of colour and sparks flow out of their mouths and shiny lights seemed to be weaving in between the people in the street. Whenever I touched my skin, it felt really soft and warm even though we were outside on a windy night.
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I decided that smoking a cigarette would be really fun, so I took one out of my bag (after some time because my bag felt really deep and cavernous and all my things seemed to be swimming around) and it took me a few times to get it to light. Smoking felt really good though and after that we decided to head inside.
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By this time, the club had filled up a bit more and I was glad to see that more of our friends had shown up. I started dancing and the floor felt so smooth that I felt like I was ice-skating. Dancing felt amazing because I could physically feel the music whenever I moved around. The club was also decorated with psychedelic decorations like bright strings and lights and this was amplified by the acid. Everything looked so intensely beautiful and illuminated.
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The people dancing were leaving colourful trails behind them and the music itself seemed to be creating colours and shapes in the air. I must have danced for quite a while, I have no idea how long, but the crowd got slightly bigger and it was amazing to see everybody have such a great time.
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I went back outside on the balcony for some fresh air and I was standing there talking to someone I know and I could see these small glowing stars coming at me from thin air. It was so much fun as I saw them wash over me and whenever I moved my hands, I could see colours swim around in mid-air. Talking was enjoyable but a bit hard because I kept getting distracted by all the colours and I kept repeating how amazing my trip was.
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I headed back inside to dance some more and my body felt so light and bouncy, it was a great feeling. By about 2:00am, I had gotten a little tired, so I sat down on of the sofas that there was. It was so comfortable and I had a great time just looking at people on the dancefloor and laughing at all the crazy costumes.
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Eventually, I lay my head back against the wall while I was sitting down and I closed my eyes. When I did this, I felt like my body had turned to butter and I was melting along to the music and I got loads of closed-eye visuals. I then decided to dance a bit more and I could still feel that my body was very floaty.
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I started coming down a bit by about 3:30am, but I felt very calm and happy. It was quite a gentle come down <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I felt very calm and happy. It was quite a gentle come down</div></div> but I did have to sit down because I felt kind of tired. At 4:00am, we left the club and walked to our friend’s car which was parked a few minutes away. It had started to drizzle and I was really looking forward to getting somewhere cozy and warm. The car ride was really good because the drive felt really smooth and fast.
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We arrived at our friend’s place and we all collapsed onto his sofa, which felt incredibly soft and comfortable. We weren’t tired enough to sleep so we just sat and talked for a few hours. At sunrise, we went up on his roof and the sky looked more beautiful than it had ever looked. The colours were so soft and pretty and the clouds seemed so fluffy and tangible. The lights in the street were still turned on and they emitted a warm yellow glow like they were filled with sunlight rather than electricity.
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I got back to my house by about 1pm and after a quick meal, I fell asleep for about 4 hours. I woke up in a great mood, feeling at peace with everything. All in all, it was definitely the best trip I had ever had and it was an amazingly unforgettable experience.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 93459</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Female</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 19</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 21, 2021</td><td>Views: 448</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Glowing Experiences (4)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">250 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance">Pharms - Divalproex</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">900 mg</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">2 hits</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">3 joints/cigs</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">200 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
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I have been on Depakote ER 250mg for about 2-3 months as a mood stabilizer and have been taking up to 900mg of gabapentin daily for anxiety for over a year. I often suspect I do not to be on both of these medications, but this experience report is intended to document the combination of the substances I took. I also am a regular caffeine and cannabis user.
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Since starting Depakote I have tripped on LSD four different times all producing effects I did not previously experience on LSD before starting Depakote. During all four trips I experienced a great deal of joint pain after ingesting LSD accompanied by moderate pain in my upper left abdomen. I also feel as if LSD greatly increased my acid reflux when also taking Depakote.
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This last time I tripped I decided I would take two tabs (roughly 100mcg each) and go for a walk out in nature around a lake near where I live. The come up produced stereotypical effects of giddiness, euphoria, and mild anxiety. I smoked a joint to calm my initial nerves and was quickly thrust into the full trip. A group of random college students had gathered to watch the sunset over the lake and make a small fire so I decided to join. They were all smoking weed so at this point I decided to smoke another joint myself.
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After finishing the second joint I started to experience a greater deal of anxiety and decided I would take Gabapentin to calm my nerves as I had usually done in the past while tripping. About 5 minutes after taking the gabapentin I had the most violent acid reflux that almost came in the form of a dry cough which sent the very distinct taste of gabapentin all up my throat and mouth. This was rather concerning to me as it literally felt as if I had coughed up gabapentin powder. My anxiety gradually subsided into the night, however I had been going through a breakup with a longtime girlfriend and had already been experiencing some stresses external to my experience.
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I had never had any of these physical side effects from LSD before starting Depakote, which makes me think there is some mechanism unbeknownst to me in which these medications are interacting. I had tried doing research online about the interaction, but there is little to no reliable information. I also felt as if my heartrate was elevated more so than usual when taking LSD, however this could also be accounted for by my recent uptick in caffeine use as I am finishing off a semester in college.
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Overall I feel as if Depakote alters the way in which LSD affects not only my physical body but also the intensity of the visuals produced while maybe subtly reducing the overall anxiety produced by the LSD. Due to the number of substances in my body it is often hard to directly pinpoint side effects to one specific substance.
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I am planning on trying to get myself off of depakote as I feel it was only really helpful in getting me out of a very anxious / manic state that had been caused by Trazodone.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2021</td><td width="90">ExpID: 115342</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: May 23, 2021</td><td>Views: 1,529</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">Pharms - Gabapentin (183), LSD (2), Pharms - Divalproex (275) : Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53), Difficult Experiences (5), Retrospective / Summary (11), Combinations (3)</td></tr>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">1 hit</td>
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<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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Myself and 3 good friends from university went to visit another friend at a party in Nottingham England. The plan was to take LSD, as this would cement a potentially great evening and add to the adventure we thought we were embarking on. We had all taken LSD before and whilst the LSD trip was neither strong, unusual or spectacular it was what happened in the days afterwards which lead me to rue all those cautionary tales of LSD which I had ignored previously. Prior to this occasion I had taken LSD less than 7 times and had taken mushrooms once. The attraction then was that it felt like the first time smoking grass, a euphoria based around finding everything entertaining and interesting to look at. I had friends who were keen users of LSD and I always took a cautious approach.
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At around 6 am the next day when the drug would be expected to be approaching its dying stage and the trip coming to an end I found it hard to ignore a creeping concern that effects weren't wearing off as quickly as they had in the past. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">I found it hard to ignore a creeping concern that effects weren't wearing off as quickly as they had in the past.</div></div> Not that I was keen for the trip to finish, but that it seemed misalleged from the norm. On our drive back to London the next afternoon, the concern lingered as did the effects and a belief arose that I may not completely 'come down' from the trip. Four days later on my way in to lectures in Economic philosophy at the LSE, I came to the realisation that in the short term at least I was stuck in this state of mildly tripping. Whilst on a Saturday night in the pub I could shrug my shoulders and say to myself 'so what' In respect to day to day life this could not be considered to be a benefit and was becoming increasingly frustrating and disturbing. I had only tried LSD a hand full of times, how was this possible!
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I talked to many friends who were proper heads and those that were not, trying to get ideas about how to move forward or fumble through even. As anyone who has experienced continuing effects of a trip will know, there is no moment of any day you can escape its presence. As the months continued in this state of being slightly permanently tripping, I became increasingly depressed and desperate that this was now a permanent change I had to reconcile. Eventually this lead to an episode of despair in the summer of the same year which some people would call a nervous break down. The recovery was quick and I finished my degree leaving with a 2nd class honours degree.
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15 years later I have a modest but adequate business. Whilst a strength was born from this episode which I believe has been good, there was also a sense of sad personal loss for what I felt I had inflicted on myself as a result of taking this drug. <!-- If you need to know what it is about, then try it and try it once. --> Then on the train one day about 4 years after leaving University I bumped into an old friend who sold me the trips from 1993, one of the most intelligent people at college, but an almost daily taker of LSD. Whilst she recognised me equally, she looked shell shocked and had a sense of abandonment by what the drugs had taken away from her but she knew could no longer give her back.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 1993</td><td width="90">ExpID: 90605</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: May 27, 2021</td><td>Views: 688</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Hangover / Days After (46), Retrospective / Summary (11)</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/alcohol/">Alcohol - Hard</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">200 mg</td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">50 mg</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">smoked</td>
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<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">255 lb</td>
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Background:
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At the time of this experience, I was 27 years old, and I weighed 255 pounds. I am six feet, two inches tall. My experience with psychoactive substances was extensive. At the time, I was taking psychological excursions at least once a week. The intensity of these trips varied depending on mood, and how far I wanted to push myself. The substances involved were always used in some combination, which would be LSD, Mushrooms, Ketamine, DMT, and DXM. During this particular summer, I also had the pleasure of using Ayasuaca a few times. In the summer of 2009, I was able to use DMT on a regular basis, and made it a habit for 90 days to use DMT each night. Essentially, my point here, is I have been to the deepest end of the pool, and it’s where I am most comfortable.
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Experience:
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It was around 2:30am. I phoned a friend, and instead of the usual spurious greetings, I opened the conversation with the question, “1 or 2?” To which my buddy replied, “2.” So it was set into stone. I washed a vial with vodka, and took a shot. No turning back at this juncture. I was feeling incredibly tired. I had been out at a friend’s place, where we had a few drinks, and smoked some cannabis. I was also feeling adventurous, which is what prompted my fate based system of psychedelic administration. And lady fate wanted to dance with me that night.
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I reclined on my couch, and I waited for the familiar onset of the alert, lucid dream to set into effect. I slipped away into a dream state, in more ways than one. I awoke with the alarmed sensation of the room vibrating and moving. The come up had taken place whilst I was asleep. I check the clock on my phone, and it’s around 315am. It’s hard to read the phone, those damn numbers keep melting into each other and running all over the place. I can see the usual images of the after-life on my carpet, the dead haunting me in this dream, as they had come to do that summer. It’s time. I know I want to go further. I load up a glass bowl with a little cannabis resin, and approximately 50mg of DMT that I had weighed out prior to calling my friend.
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I also weigh out 200mg of ketamine. I take the ketamine over 2 lines, and lick the CD case; I quickly pick up my bowl, and brace myself. I take the DMT over 3 hits. As I had come to perfect, I take in 3 hits over about 50 seconds, with just enough time to place my bowl out of harm’s way.
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The familiar synergy of DMT and LSD, it’s like having a 5 star orgasm shot directly into my veins. I feel the warmth rocketing over me, the vibration of life shaking erectly and sporadically as it increases with power and tempo. I can see the curtain approaching.
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DARKNESS.
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The headspace before the breakthrough, it’s my own Dark Star, my own philosophical implosion with which I propel myself to the ethos of my universe and to the tip of the otherside. My curtain is always endless entities. They reach for me, they speak to me, they teach me. The prism pattern within each of them is its own universe. Using the handy latter exercise from my DXM trips, I propel myself upward and out of my physical self. Through the fucking curtain like a good psychonaut, and with each step upward, I feel less and less of myself. Until, I am out of my body, and I have broken through to the otherside, the infinite universe sits before my weighless self. I feel nothing. I am conscience of where my physical self resides, albeit, I am completely detached from my physical being. I can feel the ketamine taking effect. The endless vision of the DMT/LSD third eye always gives way to a tiny tunnel vision effect of the dissociative psychedelics. The universe begins to tunnel forward like an underground train at 100mph. Even at this speed, I see every detail of the cave. Out of nowhere we cross over an ocean, where the waves look like the implosion of stars. The water, infinite, and endless, crystal fucking clear, like space itself. I can see us rapidly approaching a metropolis. Suddenly the train is underground again. The city also exists underground, it’s like New York, Chicago, and the apocalypse had a threesome and shit out a mutant baby. I am baffled at the complexity before my third eye. Infinite but also nothing. Pointless. It just sprawls and sprawls and sprawls. What’s complexity, without purpose? Depth without reason? Beauty without the explanation and understanding? It’s fucking nothing. SPACE. Occupied by those that think they see it.
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At some later junction, I come to on the couch. The walls are a triad of colors and designs. Fuck. It’s light out. My phone (which is still melting) reads 7:45am. I stumble over to my fridge. I eye a beer<!-- like a fat kid eye fucks a cheeseburger-->. I know better. I return to the couch, and try to collect myself.
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I’m in a thought loop of what is and isn’t real. I’m having a real hard time processing that what just happened was a hallucination and not reality. Reality has been blurred. The VOID will do that. Dreams can be reality? Or can they? My mind is spinning. I keep thinking is this as far as I can go. I never found the answer.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2011</td><td width="90">ExpID: 101681</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 27</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Jun 11, 2021</td><td>Views: 963</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="/pharms/fluoxetine/">Pharms - Fluoxetine</a></td>
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LSD and Anti-Depressants
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I have been taking prescription Prozac [fluoxotine] for about a year now. I take one 20mg pill daily.
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I have noticed, over time, that the longer I have been on fluoxotine, the stronger the effect weed has on me. I guess I didn't really notice how big of a difference Fluoxotine has on the effect of drugs until I took LSD for the first time.
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My first time taking LSD was on halloween of this year [2007]. I went on the trip with one of my friends. We took one blotter square each, around 11pm. We fell asleep shortly afterwards. After about 4 hours of sleep, we both woke up and were feeling completely different. My friend thought she was a dragon, but I didn't think I was anything other than myself. I did feel quite different on the inside, and my visual experiences were strangely different than usual. My friend and I stayed at her house for most of that day. I kept having the urge to go outside and explore, though. I wanted to see the world. When I finally did go outside, everything looked so much bigger. The road looked so far away, and it took me double the time to walk to the road than it would have if I was sober. After my crazy outdoor experience, I went back inside with my friend.
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Around 2 o'clock that day, I could tell that my friend was coming down. She was starting to talk more normally, and she wasn't as spaztic as she was to begin with. I, however, was still incredibly 'gone.' It was as though I hadn't yet reached the peak of the experience. The more time that passed, the more intense my trip felt. I then realized that it must be the daily doses of Fluoxotine that had been making my experience so intense, and last so long. My trip lasted, at an extremely high point, until the next morning. So it lasted about 18-20 hours, when it was only supposed to last from 6-12 hours. I was shocked.
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I wound up trying LSD again, a few days ago. And I felt just as fried as before. And the trip lasted just as long, if not longer. <!-- So I just wanted to share this information and let others know that if you are on a prescription drug similar to Prozac, your trips will definitely be more intensified. You will experience your trips longer, and more extreme.--> This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it is very important to know.
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<!-- You might want to take lower doses of lsd, or cannabis, or any other street-drug, if you are taking a daily prescription. I hope this helped, or at least informed someone.--><!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2007</td><td width="90">ExpID: 67323</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: Jun 21, 2021</td><td>Views: 722</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2">LSD (2), Pharms - Fluoxetine (80) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)</td></tr>
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<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">oral</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/plants/syrian_rue/">Syrian Rue</a></td>
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<td width="90" class="dosechart-amount" align="center">5 hits</td>
<td class="dosechart-method" align="center">sublingual</td>
<td class="dosechart-substance"><a href="/chemicals/lsd/">LSD</a></td>
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I Used LSD to Cure My Porn Addiction
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(I didn't at the time know the dosage until I got an estimate based on how many tabs I took from their source which ended up being like 170-200 per tab)
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I'll start with my history of drugs prior to this experience. In about the span of 10 months I had tried Mescaline, LSD, LSA, DXM, muscimol, psilocybin, DMT, and salvia all multiple times but my favorite was LSD I had done it about 7 times prior to this and 4 out of those 7 times were high doses usually 4 tabs which I am unsure the amount on them. I wasn't doing it for recreation though, I had an addiction to pornography that I was trying to solve and for an FYI it wasn't for any christian moral reason, I am not christian at all I am a animist (with germanic pagan elements, and not like those kids who say they are germanic pagan because they like vikings I mean like it's actually part of my ancestry so I deem it important) that worships the archetypes of predatory animals, pretty dedicated too like I eat raw meat all the time in rituals etc for it. Eventually I realized I was going to have to do something drastic to rewire my brain. (for the purpose of "research" I'll add that I have Aspergers syndrome although I doubt that played into this situation). I obtained some "stronger" tabs that were gel and not paper this time and planned to take them the next morning, in combination with syrian rue seeds to make it REALLY count.
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The entire day prior I prepared myself for an entheogenic ritual the next day intended to cleanse myself of my pornography addiction. I awoke the next morning and after about an hour decided it was time. I wrote the purpose I was doing this in my notebook and the time of consumption. I drank a shake made from water and syrian rue seeds and put 5 tabs under my tongue, then I took a cold shower while doing wim hof breathing until I felt the first effects of a comeup. I then got out of the shower and put clothes on and went for a walk around the neighborhood while listening to carbon based lifeforms. I then made it to this trail near my house and started to realize I was feeling effects stronger than the peak of my last trip which was probably around 400 micrograms. I checked my phone and it had barely been 30 minutes. I began to panic thinking that I was surely going to be caught and I went off the trail into this more wooded area and I tripped on the ground *fell out of my body saw myself trip and then fell back into my body* this made me panic even more as I was really starting to forget who I was and I walked home as fast as I could.
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Once I got home I did not feel good at all the visuals were very overwhelming but my motor function and ability to walk were fine so I went outside to water my garden to try and distract myself but it wasn't working, it was like I didn't even understand what the plants were unlike other trips were I felt they were alive and full of love <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">it was like I didn't even understand what the plants were unlike other trips were I felt they were alive and full of love</div></div>. I went in the house and paced around for a while and then called my Buddhist friend who has done lots of psychedelics in meditation, he kept telling me to let go but I just couldn't there was nothing to let go of I had pretty much lost my ego at this point. I didn't really feel like I was myself at all like I knew who I was calling and I knew what place I was in but it was like I wasn't actually there and there wasn't really an I. My perception was just this strange awareness. I remember telling him "it's bad it's bad" and everything I said didn't feel like like words were actually coming from me or that they meant anything.
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I then went to my younger brother's room and he was sleeping because he worked night shifts and I woke him up and told him to call my mom because I was going to die or something and he didn't seem to care. The words still felt like they made no sense. I wandered around and I kept seeing the star of david everywhere (which is strange because I have no jewish ancestry) and the hexagram was sentient and it would laugh at me. Then my vision would turn into repeating patterns of hexagrams and I would vomit on the ground and hear sounds that sounded like my organs were all failing (this along with strange repeating sci fi laser and generatory sounds, noises looped with intense reverb and echo). I then went to my brother again and he called my mom and she asked why I did this and I remember saying "it's bad help me help make it stop" and I don't remember after that.
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Then I called my Buddhist friend again and I asked him for assurance that this wouldn't last forever and he said "no nothing lasts forever" (it was extremely ominous sounding). Then I kept asking him things and saying things that didn't make sense and I would realize they didn't make sense and try and catch myself but I was failing and couldn't really talk anymore at this point. Then he said something and I said "WHAT" and I recall him saying "I said you are in for an ass kicking". I then ran to my mother's room and fell on her bed and saw a plethora of strange fractals that felt extremely alienating to look at. I was pulled out of my body and soul and transported to some strange realm that was all white and I was formless while strange entities gathered around me and laughed at me causing me extra-dimensional pain (like imagine, your concept of pain is limited to what can happen to your physical body, now imagine what pain can be caused when there is no body or soul to limit it). I was then introduced to this giant golden hexagram made of deformed children that called itself "Yaweh" which I knew to be the judeo-christian god but it wasn't in the form they worship him as. This entity began to torture me relentlessly for what seemed like months while other entities that took the forms of the facebook logo, and the logo of various porn sites all encouraged yaweh and praised it for torturing me and the laughing just persisted.
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I felt myself in my real body again for a brief moment as I had somehow escaped and I grabbed one of my dogs for dear life and entered a strange oblivion of fractals until I lost who I was completely again and I remember I lived out an entire life as primitive bacterium in the Archean eon (for some reason I just knew that's what it was specifically) and it was painful and confusing. Then the front door opened and I heard girly voices and I thought it was going to be my e-thot sister and her friends coming to be annoying but it wasn't, it was my cousin and her girlfriend neither of whom I was very close to.
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So I got a bit of my ego to understand who I was somewhat now and I guess my mom called them because they smoke weed and she was at work and asked if they could help me. They asked me how much I took and I said 5 gel tabs and they seemed shocked. (for context, they are both the same age as me). They then took me to the park and we walked around and I remember looking in this area in the water (this is a waterfowl refuge park) and there was sand under it and in the sand formed a giant pattern with a figure in the middle of it. It looked like somebody had drawn a big aztec calendar in the mud under the water with some shiva/siddhartha looking figure in the middle. This pattern spoke to me as an entity and basically he told me that yaweh couldn't actually torture me for eternity like he had claimed because I escaped and wasn't there anymore and that yaweh was not an actual god but a construct of civilization unlike the gods of the past which were personifications of nature. Then my cousins distracted me and the entity was gone I don't remember much at the park other than that we saw some kids playing on a playground or something and an adult woman was playing with them and I commented on how it saddened me that she could do so and have fun but if I wanted to play on the playground as an adult man I would be called "suspicious" and they said that double standard was wrong and they were sorry.
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Then we went back to my mom's house and played in the front yard with two of my cats and they kept trying to show me videos of something called poy I think and I just wasn't interested at all because the visuals I was getting were far more focus grabbing.
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Then we went to walmart because my mom told them to take me to get meat or something and I remember my cousin's gf said something like that she couldn't eat meat while tripping because something living died to make it. I laughed and said in some extreme confidence that I thought that was bs because plants were well and alive and that I knew from my trips and talking to them that they could feel pain and even if that was delusion science shows plants can feel pain and fear. I think she just agreed with me because I was in an "unreasonable" state I'm sure. We went to walmart and I forgot why were and she reminded me and I got some bacon and said I would pay her back later and she said my mom already paid her. Then we went back to my mom's house and they left. I then just watched random youtube videos that were pointless trying to feel sober or something (this was about 16:00). I must have looked at the journal and remember I might as well use this fucked mental/spiritual state to repair the damage that I intended with this dose.
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I walked back to the trail from the start of the trip, now along the trail are lots of leafy trees along this really trashy (polluted with sewage and trash) stream that's about 1-4 feet deep (varies). I walked up to the start of it where it lines up with the trail and submerged myself. I remember all the rocks and mud under the water looked like eyes and aztec like patterns. I took some gravel out and held it in my hand and was amazed at it. I kept hearing strange noises this whole time as well. It looked like I was in a jungle river of sorts and the water was very cold. I then got revelation that I was to go to this area at the other end of the stream where a fallen ruin of concrete was poking out (this spot was still secluded in trees) in the middle where I had meditated before sober. I then laid on my belly to submerge myself fully and walked on my hands like that and where it was deep enough just let the water float me.
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I got to an area where I clung to the roots of a big tree along the bank and the sun was just perfectly coming in from the other side of the stream and it warmed me immensely. I felt euphoric and at "peace" like I was just a wild animal with no worries just living. I saw a snake swim across the water, when it saw me as I must have spooked it (I don't think this was a hallucination though, there are many snakes in this area). Eventually I remembered my quest and I continued to force myself through the rockiest parts and I couldn't walk upright it had to be on my back or underside to force through the pain and be embraced by the cold water. I would stop and vibe every so often and then continue. I made it where I meditated sitting as the water rushed under me as just about 1 inch of water ran over the top of my seat. I meditated on the synesthesia I was getting from the bubbly rushing water. I saw many entities that comforted me and had no name but similar appearance to Kali, Siddhartha, shiva, and quetzalcoatl they all reconfirmed what the positive deity in the water said earlier and said that yaweh only had powers that men gave him.
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I then got off the seat and I entered the deepest water I could find and fully submerged. I opened my eyes under the water and I reached for my loins and began to pull this strange matter like energy out of my loins and kept pulling until there was none left (I've realized this description sounds like I was masturbating, but no it was as if I was pulling literal solar flare looking rays out) and then I came out of the water knowing that my porn addiction had been cured and went home. It did work long term I never felt the urge again. But this was all at a cost, that night it was almost impossible for me to sleep and I felt really "bad" or empty I don't know how to describe it for a very long time. It was really hard for me to sleep and I had intense flashbacks with audio hallucinations, visuals (open and closed eyed) without taking drugs. They were just powerful flashbacks and it happened for about 3 months afterwards (which didn't help that I had another 700 microgram trip 10 days later, which was scary and did cause ego death but was more just alienating and confusing rather than torturous like this one).
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This was one of the most traumatic yet lifesaving experiences of my life. Tried tabs 12 times prior to this experience but had not tripped in 6 months at all. Am very experienced in the use of cannabis and have used it for a while. At the time I was dealing with some very intense emotional baggage such as being addicted to adderall and Ice for 7 months. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">At the time I was dealing with some very intense emotional baggage such as being addicted to adderall and Ice for 7 months.</div></div> I had quit for two weeks and no longer use enough to build a tolerance.
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Now onto what helped end my addiction.
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So at the time I was coming down and hard. Had taken a tab of very pure LSD. At the time I had not known the purity or else I would have taken less. Had not taken any uppers two weeks prior to this experience but was still hooked emotionally. Was still coming down from months of amphetamine use as my body felt twitchy. I had also previously undergone an operation which I will not discuss but played a role on my emotional state at the time.
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Took the tab at approximately 9pm and I began to watch that 70s show with my lava lamp and herb and bowl like I always used to. I had set up a sleeping bag under my loft bed and made my bed. I did everything to prepare for this trip. Except prepare my mind.
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At 9:28 I began to feel physically weird. My body felt as if was not mine and my head began to burn though only slightly. I thought not much of it. I was on the phone with my boyfriend at the time and he was asleep. I continued to watch that 70s show when I decided to listen to some music. I couldn't enjoy any song and my thoughts were racing. I felt as if I didnt exist. I knew what was happening. I was experiencing ego death. And I wasn't ready. Tried to wake my boyfriend up but he didn't hear me. I immediately thought he didnt exist. To my mind he wasn't replying so he wasnt real.
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I hung up the phone crying and called my best friend (F). She had tried L plenty of times and was very reassuring. I was so happy she was up. As I was pouring out my heart to her I felt I couldn't breathe. I felt every emotion and none at all. I stared at a picture on the wall from a summer camp I attended. The picture began to melt together and became slime but just before it fell off the wall it formed slowly back up into a watercolor painting. F could hear I was talking and talking in circles. She told me to open my window. I was hesitant to do so as in the past few months I was too paranoid. I trusted her and opened the window. The world was at peace. I felt ok for the first time in months since I went off my bipolar medication. I wasn't scared anymore. I was free. I was ok. And I saw the stars and the trees. The branches on the trees had intense ghosting effects with pink tracers and the stars were so white they were breathing. I thanked F and she told me anytime and offered we hang out the next day and talk. Just knowing someone else existed made my trip so much easier.
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The next 8 hours I spent alone with my thoughts. No one to talk to. F had gone to sleep but told me to text her if I needed to, this was reassuring. I also must've texted my boyfriend a good 50 times updating him on my thoughts. He got a good laugh the next day as did I. I was ready to face my mind and the fears I had been running from. I put on Slayers spirit in black and saw the devil. I went to hell with wings and met the devil. He told me I would come with him if I kept going in the path I was going. The devil symbolized my fears. I was racing to hell and I was going to crash. I told the devil no. And I stopped and flew out of the portal. The devil also meant my bipolar and denying I had it. My past eating disorder and the reason behind it. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The devil also meant my bipolar and denying I had it. My past eating disorder and the reason behind it.</div></div> He showed that I was making bad choices by letting others control my life and if I kept doing so I would live in what was beginning to be hell. He taught me that drugs arent supposed to be used to run away but to face your issues. They arent used to not feel but to feel and understand a different perspective.
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I continued in this state until 8am when I had to go to work. I had not slept and felt fucked. My pupils were black holes and when I looked out my window the trees became multidimensional and I could zoom into each leaf. Between each branch were eyeballs of the wise, of nature herself. She was watching with a caring eye although it scared me I felt safe. The car ride to work. I felt functional but was still tripping. Experiencing tracers. The sky was green and the leaves of the trees were blue. I went to work and did not feel paranoid. I felt safe seeing other humans and felt that every moment existed for that moment and I was not able to see this on harder substances.
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I worked slightly slower than usual but had some of the most important conversations and insight even though to most my conversations were mundane. Physically my brain felt fried and I felt dizzy and had heat flashes. None of this upset me as I was just happy I wasnt in hell. F picked me up and we stopped at my house then took a trip to a village and saw a cemetery. We talked about life and how the dead watch over us and we arent alone. We then went for a drive through a nature preserve and through binoculars we saw the city. The cars looked like space cars from. The future and I realized the future is now. We climbed a tower and the swampland felt as if we were on a other planet.
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The sun was setting and I was still affected by the tab to a degree but also aware and coherent. I took a piss on the nature trail.and F thought this was funny. I yelled to make sure there were no cars coming and we found a treasure chest on the drive but we got scared of it so we left it. I talked the whole drive home (1 hour) and F listened and thought it was funny I was so spun out but we laughed together. Once I was home (930pm) I played some muse, ate some pasta, had some water, called my boyfriend and went the heck to sleep.
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All in all this experience was one of the most terrifying. This was positive because it brought me out of my eating disorder and gave me insight into my bipolar and helped me to realise I am valid and I am enough. <!-- If one wants to take this substance be aware that it will show you who you really are and it will not do so mercifully. Respect these substances or they will bite you right in the butthole.
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Me and my friend 'C' came across a bit of LSD. I devised a way to volumetrically dose the substance to 25 ug per drop in an eyedropper.
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I put 6 blotters (100ug each) into a shot glass, then added 20 drops of water. 600/20=30mcg each, minus some residual lost in the eyedropper and the shot glass...or at least that was the theory. The blotters soaked in distilled water for ~10 minutes, then the water was sucked up into the eyedropper. We then headed to a bar. There, C allegedly had 200 ug and I had 25 ug. We weren't feeling the effects (or at least C said he wasn't), so we left.
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[T+0:00] We arrived alone at my house, a little drunk around midnight. There, we had the 6 blotters still in a shot glass that was previously used for volumetric dosing. We then decided to split the shot (or maybe I had all of it?)... <!-- If the volumetric dosing didn't work, then that means I consumed all 6 blotters...600ug-->
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[T+0:30] I began to feel the come-up with extreme unrelenting intensity, as if my whole reality was becoming increasingly smaller, dark, and unstable (it was 1am and we were both tripping alone). I warned C: 'I'm a left-brained person. I'm not used to or ready for any of this!' 'C' put on some melancholy tunes (Type-O negative?) and we were having strange conversations which I don't quite remember, and C was hauntingly singing along to the music, while staring into my eyes.
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[T+0:45] At this point, reality becomes a blur and fades away...I found my consciousness teleported to a far away land, first having the sense that I was stuck living and empathizing with a cheap rural mid-western female prostitute, living in a trailer park. I experienced her reality, her hardships. Then I found my consciousness stuck at a rural livestock auction, except the auctioneer was selling cowgirls seductively wearing tight jeans, and dancing like strippers. Finally, my soul drifted off into deep interstellar space, similar to the end of 'A Never-ending Story', where I stood before a southern female which was part cricket, part humanoid alien, also wearing a cowboy hat and operating what looked to be a CB/Ham radio. Her demeanor was laid back and friendly, and she asked me a few questions about where I was from, and where I was headed in this life, which I either didn't answer or was too intoxicated to answer. Then I found myself among corn/grass fields, with I myself morphing into a cricket and/or radio antenna, chirping into the darkness of the night, looking for a signal, someone to make contact with, some semblance of the reality or form I once knew.
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[T+8:00] Instantaneously, I fully came to my senses. The morning sun was pouring into the room through a window. I awoke, in absolute silence, still standing up, covered in red malt liquor we were drinking, back in this reality only to find my whole existence melting in an ocean of color and vivid flowing triangular geometry. The outlines of every object looked as if it was constantly melting off into a rainbow of geometric patterns which disappeared shortly thereafter. The entire house was flexing and breathing, the outside world looked like a thousand beautiful paintings, waving and flowing with every moment, continuously melting away and being redrawn and rebuilt by the geometry. Thousands of rainbow-colored triangles came into existence per second. They grew and rotated, and melded seamlessly into the nearest form, to add to the ever-changing painting that was my reality. It was simultaneously absolutely haunting and romantic and serene. It felt like heaven. Other than the mild panic due to my mental state, I was at peace. (I was still incredibly high, and I never before had any OEVs) In this state, I silently walked around my house and stared out the window for around 3 hours.
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During my apparent 7-hour black out, I had moved a total of 15 feet, and nothing was disturbed in the entire house except my drink that I had spilled on myself and the floor. In this highly intoxicated state, my mind had difficulty performing simple tasks and formulating sentences. I barely knew how to function, such as send a text message or put on my shoes. I felt as if I died and was reborn, and had to relearn everything, task by task. There was a significant delay between where my mind thought my body/limbs/fingers were, and where they actually were, which made interacting with objects even more difficult.
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[T+11:00] I had to drive to see my family, and it took me about 3 hours to feel confident enough to drive. When I began driving, my sense of reality immediately elongated into the shape of a tunnel, almost like a worm-hole or hyperspace. The steering wheel felt like a wet noodle, and I felt as if I was one with the car, watching myself drive via 3rd person. The car ride was 45 minutes, but felt like an entire day. When I was finally with my family, my mind was racing, trying to understand and make sense of what I had just experience/witnessed the night before. 12 hours after I consumed whatever it was, I was definitely still tripping, seeing illuminated trails, and having racing thoughts. I kept to myself and was doing a lot of pacing.
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[T+16:00] By mid afternoon the trails had faded, but my mood, thoughts, and body high were still under the influence of what I would consider a light trip. I played catch with my son for a couple hours, which was a blast. It felt as if I had to relearn how to catch a ball and coordinate my body...but my skills returned quickly. After we were done, I started rambling to my family about the search for love, my ex-wife, alleviating poverty, the fallacy of land ownership, the corruption of the political system, modern culture, and more. At this point, my family knew I was under the influence of something (I was very quiet previously). I was still pacing, and my son (8) joined my side, pacing back and forth. I asked my son a series of questions about his opinions on life, school, his mother, if he enjoys being human, if and how he thinks about the future. I quietly wept over the lost love of his mother, and my failed attempts to reignite our love, while he comforted me and put his hand over mine in silence, as if we were both drunken 20-something best friends. We looked into each others eyes, and cried together. It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life, one that I'll never forget. (Two months after this experience, I'm closer with my son than ever before.)
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[T+18:00] My father then drove me home along with my son. I continued to ramble on about axioms and metaphors, while ironically giving my son a lesson about treating your body and mind with respect. The whole conversation had a very positive vibe, with lots of joking and laughing, and my father was smiling and chiming in often on my son's lesson. When we arrived home, my son was picked up by his mother, and for the next 4 hours, I continued pacing and talking to my father and mother, who I finally told I did LSD.
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[T+22:00] I finally tried to go to sleep while still lightly tripping, with anxiety about whether or not I had damaged my brain. I woke up the next morning with a foggy mind and poor balance. I had lethargy, nihilism and a mild existential crisis for the next couple days. It took about 4 days for me to make a full psychological recovery, mainly to shake off a lingering sense of confusion and nihilism.
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What did I learn? That LSD is one hell-of-a drug. Next time I will try two blotters, and hopefully revisit those beautiful OEVs without the accompanying black-out and hallucinations. In hindsight, I don't regret the experience, but I wouldn't want to do it all again.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Sep 27, 2021</td><td>Views: 446</td></tr>
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LSD, Porn Addiction &amp; Child Abuse
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Background: I'm a 36 year-old male, stable life. 4 years ago I learned about my unfortunate childhood story - I was raped as a 3-year old kid by a family member. In the path of my trauma recovery, altered states of mind have been my main tool, but also psychotherapy, bodywork, meditation, breathwork.
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I have always felt myself heterosexual, without any weird sexual tendencies. I see my last romantic relationship as sexually fulfilling. Yet I would describe myself as hypersexual, with frequent sexual thoughts, at times intense and confusing. Deep inside me there is a deep feeling of emptiness and lack of sexual fulfillment and connection throughout my life. As if my sexual energy was stuck and could not flow freely. I was a porn addict for more than a decade, with a daily consumption (1-2 hours) but not interfering with work. Initially I believed that I was just repressed and frustrated and that my consumption was essentially natural. But with the discovery of my child abuse I started to suspect that the porn consumption is a face of my trauma. Moreover, I suffered from erectile disfunction (ED) which I treated with sildenafil.
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In this retrospective I will talk about roughly 7-10 trips alone on LSD, psilocybin, MDMA, 2c-b, 2c-b-fly and mescaline-hcl, which I will call Teachers. Occasionally these Teachers were flipped; sometimes I did N20 balloons and I always took sildenafil. I thought about the trips as some kind of healing rituals and I tried to prepare accordingly. At the beginning of the trips I did some body-work, meditations, healing intentions, dancing, shaking, but the trips turned quickly into watching girls on the web.
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But at the same time I was putting my trust in the Teachers, hoping to talk to the Inner Healer and get a deeper contact with myself and my trauma and become whole. Or get to to the path of getting there.
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Initially, watching HD porn looked awesome on psychedelics. Bodies seemed so beautiful. Made me feel high. Orgasms were mind-blowing. So I got into chasing the dragon. But soon the Teachers started to lift the veil and show me what is behind those pixels. The revelations were painful and devastating for my ego. For example, it happened to me, while watching a girl on a video, that I had the feeling of loosing myself. As if something alien was residing in my body. It was the spirit of that woman. I jumped out of the bed, went on the floor and started to tremble, shake, and make sounds like a nasty dog, barking at the alien spirit.
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Once on LSD I ejaculated and after orgasm I was thrown into a space of endless void. I turned off porn. I tried to do something "good" like dance, or meditate, but all I felt was numb emptiness. All my life energy was drained out, sucked by something, ejaculated away from me. This kept for hours and left me depressed the next week. Another time I was on psilocybin, watching porn and masturbating, when the Teacher lifted the veil and I literally saw my own hand raping my own body. I quit immediately.
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Since then, my relation to porn started to change. It was never like before, I was enlightened by the cruel truth behind my addiction. My ego was resisting, wanted to keep chasing the dragon, that illusion of the porn actor fucking a beautiful woman. But I started to surrender to the truth. I saw how thirsty for love I was, how I did not receive love from my parents and the only means to cover the void was to escape to a fantasy world of porn, because there was always an actress ready to love me.
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A few months later I committed fully to the preparation for an Ayahuasca journey. I quit porn and masturbation and I did not return to porn consumption again.
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At the time of writing this report, it has been more than 4 months that I'm free from porn. I feel no cravings at all. I am on a path of healing my sexuality naturally, using techniques like tantra, yoga, de-armouring, etc., learning to relate to my own body from the heart. I am grateful for the Teachers for what they showed me.
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Hope this retrospective adds to humanity's knowledge about our relation with psychedelics, trauma, addiction and spirituality.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2019</td><td width="90">ExpID: 113925</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 36</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 9, 2021</td><td>Views: 642</td></tr>
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1.5 Mg LSD and Too Much Shrooms
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Night at 9:30, I took 5 tabs from my sheet. That was 1.5 mg of LSD, and I put it on the roof of my mouth and kept it there for about half an hour while I picked up a little trash. My roommates were home and I wanted to go outside (but if I go outside with nothing they know I'm smoking weed, so I was being discrete with the illusion of taking out trash). I saw a police car where I usually smoked so I threw the trash away and went back inside. Once I came back in I took a while to weigh out 7.231 grams of mushrooms, which I proceeded to eat very slowly (took about half an hour to eat 2-3 grams)
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At that point, I still had a few more mushrooms to go. I felt a very strong voice say please do not eat any more of us! You have eaten enough there is no need for more. I kept eating. Literally two more mushrooms. I was lying down in the darkness ratings when I got this weird choking sensation. Like the spirit of the mushrooms were telling me, you fucked up, and we want out.
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You have taken too much of the other one for us to stay with you.
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They told me.
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You didn't listen when we said enough. We need out.
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Oddly enough it was like I knew what was happening. I got up, feeling super spinny, the room rotating and warping very spastically, and feeling very nauseous. I got a cup and apologized to the mushrooms. I could feel 4-5 individual mushroom souls gathered in my throat, like they all went there at the same time ready to leave my body. I started coughing and purged the mushrooms, although I could still feel a couple mushroom souls inside of me.
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I'm not sure 'soul' is the right word. Maybe try interchanging it with spirit or energy field, see if that makes more sense?
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The moment I threw up... I felt this massive spike in energy and this giant green brown snake with a human head and long white or blond hair came shooting up out of my mouth. It was alone though, even though I had eaten mushrooms it didnt seem to have their energy with it. There was an octopus looking thing on its head/shoulders. This 'octopus' energy field was dark purple black and sparkly. It seemed like it was made up of pure energy and not a physical body. I call it an octopus because the 'legs' of the energy field seemed to behave like an octopus. Like instead of being cloudlike and formless, there were distinctive filaments of this thing. These filaments poked through my entire body. I began to get the sensation that I was seeing existence from this thing's point of view. I couldn't see much 'reality' as it was made up of individual dots.
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Imagine a pointillism style picture, but with each point being a different view into an alternative universe. Now imagine you have a dog. In point 1 (universe 1?) I would enter this thing, like if I was on the outside, it just looked like a tiny point of light which was constantly changing cause of the snake (who has introduced himself to me as Quetzalcoatl, this is the 5-6 time I've seen this exact same being, first time with this octopus energy thing) changing position. When I would enter the point, it would get infinitely larger and would envelope my entire perception of reality. Like I would enter and the snake would almost disappear because it was creating realities and not being a part of it.
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So I would enter point one. Say I had a dog, in reality 1, that dog gets hit by a car cause I forgot to leash it, and he dies.
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Reality 1 instantly fades out and I get forcibly sucked into reality 2, where I still have the dog but this time I leashed him and he doesn't die. Now reality 2 something happens that is negative (say I'm out on a big date and spill my entire dinner on me somehow like a klutz) reality 2 fades and I'm instantly sucked into the next one. I spend the next 30-45 minutes traveling back and forth between them when I realize that these aren't my real world.
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One of my people had asked me to deliver some goodiesz and was blowing up my phone, I was seeing like hddhdyeeee slaaaaaudi dbnnaaaaei. Just a whole lot of vowels and no sense at all. Somehow I texted him to please leave me alone I'm tripping on LSD then he was saying like guess you don't want this money, so I said I don't give a damn about your money I'm tripping please leave me along till morning (much worse spelling and tons of .'s lol let's see if he texts me ever again lol) but this really snapped me back to here and now, and since I had purged I was feeling the effects soften. Like I could coexist in this world and see this snake thing and not have it be a big deal. I went in and out of being lucid and being with Quetzalcoatl watching him create universes and realities. He seemed lonely, he told me I shouldn't have eaten too much because he would have enjoyed the company but it was my choice to create this reality.
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This was weird. When he said that (remember I purged, my throat sore from puking, I've been a little sick so I had some congestion too) he changed my reality, it was like a ripple from head to toe, and when it was over I was perfectly fine. No sore throat, I could breathe super easily (still couldn't see with my eyes it was like seeing with fingers my point of view was coming in from everywhere). Eventually the feeling perfectly healthy and fine feeling slowly receded and my throat got hot and sore again.
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When that happened, the snake started vibrating red, black and purple and then came out of my mouth, circled my head then back through my mouth and down my body where he faded. All of that happened in the pitch darkness.
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When I came back to my body, I managed to turn the lights on, and my whole room was warping some crazy shit. Like I was getting kinda sick with how much movement there was, so I turned off the light where I just got tracer lights and the headspace and not as much nausea since my reality wasn't visibly warping. Then I thought I fell asleep but I don't think I have yet.
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Unfortunately I wasn't able to smoke much weed, but maybe it made my trip really clear? I tripped super hard from about 1030 to about 2:30-3 am and faded from about 3-7. I think the purge took a lot out, I had it saved in this cup. You've heard of lemontek? Who dares try this purgetek lmao! The next day I did in fact try the purge tek and I did trip for a solid 4-5 hours vibrating bands of light and the shroom energy that was mad at me was more happy.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td width="700">Exp Year: 2016</td><td width="90">ExpID: 110048</td></tr>
<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 30</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Published: Oct 11, 2021</td><td>Views: 720</td></tr>
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LSD at Psy-Fi, Complete Rebirth
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This will be an attempt to put into words the trip that changed my life.
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Where:
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Psy-fi festival, 2019. I had never been to a festival like this before, never even been to a rave.
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Who:
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One of my best friends, Djee. We have known each other for several years.
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My girlfriend, Tee. The strongest person I know.
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Our neighbour from camp, Jay. Really chill and easy going person.
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And me, of course.
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What:
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Cannabis. Lots and lots of it. And the main course, Lysergic Acid Diethyl-amide, in an almost empty little vial. The exact dose is unknown to me, but I can assure you, it was a lot! I did a little research, and my guess would be at least 1400-1500 micrograms. My heaviest trip before this, realistically, was around 250-300 micrograms.
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Prologue
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We arrived at Psy-fi a few hours after the camps had opened. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but the energy shifted as soon as we stepped of the bus. The days before the actual festival began, where spent on getting to know the area, buying the drugs that we wanted, and talking to the various people at the camp site. On the opening day, we decided to try psychedelic truffles. This would be my first experience with them, although I have eaten mushrooms a few times. My heaviest trip on shrooms, I had a few years ago, around 7 grams of dried Cubensis. Oh man, that was really something. I might write down that experience, too. Anyhow, the truffles. They called them “Double Vision”, a blend of Utopia and Hollandia. A really strong blend. A little stronger than what I was expecting, to be honest. But not too strong. My girlfriend, however, would disagree, as it made her nauseous. She threw up, and she and Gee ended up going back to camp. The truffles had taken over completely at this point, and I danced my way around the festival. One of the best trips in my entire life. I should write another report on that, as well. The day after, my body was a little sore from the dancing, so we took it slow. No drugs for me and Tee, except for copious amounts of weed. Djee took some 2C-B, and partied for a while. We all got a good nights sleep, and woke up refreshed for the LSD. It was now Friday, and the mood all around the campsite was great! We ate light food, hydrated our selves, and checked the little vial of LSD that we had. It had lasted our little group of friends for a year, give or take, and was almost empty. In fact, the warm weather had evaporated almost all of the liquid inside. To remedy this, we tried to get a little more liquid inside, which turned out to be a real challenge without destroying the little bottle. Eventually, we wandered towards the festival.
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And so the story begins.
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The Experience
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We sat down to smoke a joint and take the LSD. Our attempt to “refill” the little vial, was a complete failure. So we had to turn to plan B: Disassemble the bottle, put it in a drinking bottle, shake it around, and drink the LSD infused water. Easy enough. The four of us shared about 4/5 of the bottle, thinking we were good to go. So we walked to the chill-out stage, where Kalya Scintilla were going to play. When we got there, we found a spot to sit down, relax, and wait for the LSD to take its hold. After an hour, I didn’t feel very much, neither did Tee. We contemplated drinking the rest of the water, but decided to wait for a little while longer. It could be just a slow come up, after all. Another thirty minutes of waiting, and we got impatient. Djee, Tee, and I shared the rest of the bottle. Jay hadn’t done LSD before, and did not drink anymore of the holy water. And that was probably a really, REALLY good idea. The vial had now been soaking in the water for about an hour and a half, and the taste had a distinct, minty flavour, from the Ice Drops bottle that had previously stored it. I didn’t think too much about it at the time, and danced for a little while to pass the time. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before I felt a definitive change in my entire being. Still not realising the insane amount of LSD that I had taken, I sat down with Jay to smoke a joint. Great idea. Tee comes to sit as well, but soon feels that the music is way too loud. So we decide to take a little walk and just take in the rest of the festival, maybe find a good spot to trip out.
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As we walk, my mouth and lips start to tickle, and it feels, well, just really different and weird. I look around, and things start to get so much brighter, it almost looks like a really good computer animation. And then, the first wave of psychedelic terror hits me, like a torpedo. It sends out a shockwave that, to me, seems to affect how time acts around me. Things in my field of view, change from looking normal, to being a bright, neon glowing, absurd version of itself. I try to tell Tee that I’m a little worried that I might have gotten a little more LSD than I was prepared for, and that I might need help. She tries to reassure me, and says that we have to just keep moving, and that everything will be fine if we do so. We walked around for an unknown amount of time, but probably less than five minutes. Time just stopped behaving itself for me. The bodily sensation went from a strangle tickle, to feeling like I was ever-expanding, ever-rotating, ever-fractalizing. Like my body was made from a crystalline substance, like a liquid, crystal shell that was breaking of and re-layering itself on me, inside me. The visuals at this point was so suddenly, and violently, shifted from this weird, animated look, to fractals copying themselves from and around everything. I managed to tell Tee that I was freaking out. I thought I was dying. She didn’t seem to understand and believe me at first, but after a little while, she takes my hand and leads me towards the Psy-Care tent.
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Now, the visuals are so intense and removed from reality, that I couldn’t see anything but them. I held up my hands before my eyes to check if I could still see them, at least, but there was only fractals. But now, the fractals started to “open up” and reveal the driving force behind them: tiny, happy, non-aware elf-like creatures. They roll around the visuals, like square bits, each side different from the rest. There are more elves, too. Different elves. Some roll around squares of time that glues the visuals together. Some just roll themselves around as they smile. It felt like the visuals are actual layers of reality, and the elves glue them together in our sober minds.
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When Tee finally gets me to the Psy-Care tent, I have completely lost my grip on this reality. I do remember being questioned, though, and that we sat in a couch for a little while. But my mind was being stretched out so far, between all the layers of our three dimensional reality. I could feel the strings of universal information, vibrating like cello strings, all around me. It felt incredible, like the vibration of the strings was massaging my soul, or my “being”. There are no words to justify what I was experiencing. A real sense of duality began to creep in. I was scared to death, but I was also loving it. The thought of dying made me terrified, but in a beautiful way. The weight of my entire life, all my wrong doings, all my mistakes, the people I’ve hurt, lied to, stolen from, everything, began stacking itself all around me, squeezing me. I thought about my family, my friends, how I had been so stupid to put myself in this hell. How I would never be able to speak to them again. I felt lost and frozen, like I would stay like this forever. After all, I was experiencing forever, over and over again.
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I tried to reach out to the elves. I tried to get them to help me, but they seemed completely unaware, like little robots doing their scripted tasks. Suddenly, I could hear myself, begging me to let go. To just die, and be released from this. So I did exactly that. I let go. I remember feeling that my body was shutting down, and uttering the word “pee”. I pissed myself. Twice. The visuals turned and twisted, like it was being turned inside out, to finally reveal my own body, laying motionless on a mattress. I could see it drifting away, further and further, until all I could see what a tiny, cold speck of light. Everything was now dark and cold. But then, I felt love. Unconditional love, like my suffering had been heard, and the response was universal. I didn’t have to be scared anymore, it was over. I was free. I remember looking up, seeing the loving face of what I can only describe as a buddhistic munk with six arms, carrying me away into bliss.
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And that is all I remember from the peak of the experience.
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I have been told that I spent around two hours in that tent, and that I stopped breathing several times. Tee had to slap and shake me to get me breathing again. She told me in the days after, that she watched the life slip from my eyes, and my body going totally limp. It scared her, as it would anybody.
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The very first thing I remember after dying, is a feeling, a divine sensation that I AM ALIVE! I LIVED. I died, and was resurrected. The next moments can accurately be described by the song “Touch” by Daft Punk. Little by little, I found my way back to my physical form. It felt like I had been infused with the informational power of the universe. I remembered that Tee was sitting next to me, scared to death. I could feel her warmth, like a beacon in the abyss. I pulled closer to the warmth, and every feeling washed over me. I could feel my lungs again, and took a deep breath. Everything that I had wanted to say for the last few hours, every sensation, wanted to come out at the same time, and blended into a wailing. I cried as hard as my body possible could muster for a good few minutes, before it turned to a sort of manic laugh. With all my mental strength, I pulled away the shroud that was the visuals, and I could see again. Finally! The beauty of Tee’s warm soul washed away the residual feeling of terror, that lingered in the back alleys of my mind. She had gotten a hold of Djee while I was out cold, and he had gotten me a clean set of clothes. I laughed my ass off when I saw his face, and the stupidity of the situation came crashing. I changed my clothes, apologised to the Psy-Care crew. They reassured me that it was nothing to worry about, that this is why they’re here. I felt so incredibly lucky, just to be alive. There was also a feeling of absolute clarity, like I had never been more awake. I was still tripping really hard, and I was aware of that, but at the same time I felt almost completely sober, stimulated if anything. It was like I could feel every nerve, every fiber, every electric impulse. We walked back to camp, laughing the entire way. When we got back, we met our neighbours, smoked more weed, and talked about the incredible journey that we had undertaken. Later, we went back to the festival, and just wandered around.
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Around five or six in the morning, the others went to sleep. I tried to, but couldn’t. Not that it was of any worry to me. I had a big smile on my face, lying in our tent. I thought about how happy I was, and how there was nothing to worry about. It was all just bullshit anyways. I thought about death, and how it didn’t scare me anymore. It feels to me, like it’s just a transition from observing and experiencing the universe, to being it. I thought about my conscious self, and how it felt, to me, like it is two parts to it. One physical and one non-physical. And how we shield ourselves from our whole selves, how we root ourselves in physical worry, in fear. How we, humanity, base our entire days around squares and screens. We are not alive, for we do not live. We are passengers without tickets, hiding from the conductor that is ourselves.
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I did not sleep for a minute, but I still felt rested and energised, ready for anything. I was still tripping pretty good, and everything looked, and felt, alive. The fact that I was now the joke of the camp didn’t bother me. I couldn’t be mad about it, since I was the one laughing the most. The first few days after the trip, it felt like I was a people magnet. Like people were drawn to me, to feed off of my energy, but not in a bad way. It felt like I was “on the right path”, and it still does. The last day at camp, I had an incredible moment with a dragonfly. We were connected by something deeper, something that felt like the non-physical part of my consciousness, and that part was the same for the consciousness of the dragonfly. It didn’t fear me at all, but seemed rather curious about me, and flew up and down from where he sat, almost as if it wanted to show me how beautiful it was, and how amazingly it could move. It continued to do so for almost 10 minutes!
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And so my story ends. I know, it’s just rambling! There are probably a lot of inconsistencies and holes, and I am not sure if my memory of the order it all happened is correct. This is however, my experience. I do not expect that you understand or believe me. I just felt like it was important that I try to relay what I experienced. I don’t feel scared anymore. Of people, of work, of myself. I feel awake. And it wasn’t the LSD that changed me. I changed me. I promised myself that if I got out of this alive, I would never be scared of living again. The LSD only put me in a situation, however temporary and illusionary, where I was able to make that promise to myself. And now, I have to hold that promise true to myself.
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There is probably a whole lot more that I unintentionally left out<!-- , so just ask if there are any questions, and I will try my best to answer-->.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 28</td><td> </td></tr>
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I'll try to keep the story short. <!-- This happened on September 22, 2021.--> So I was at a nature trail park. I had a Lyft take me there and arrived around 6:30am. I took 3 tabs of 100ug acid, I think it was 300ug. Saw lots of beautiful colors and giggled a lot. I was coughing a lot during the trip. Some time later, I went to a bench and started freaking out and asking for help on Discord. I feared I took too much acid. Things started morphing. The ground and all kinds of objects were morphing, breathing and had patterns and I started getting the tracers. Some objects like gnats looked like they had gotten bigger. Luckily, the people on Discord were very helpful and told me to ride it out as best I could. Had to leave the park, but the way back to the city was like an hour-long walk through lots of curves and a long stretch of road and the best way to reach the park is by car. Realizing no Lyft would come pick me up, I decided to leave the park. When I left the park, I started hearing voices and strange sounds and saw strange images like they popped up out of nowhere. I legitimately thought I had just triggered schizophrenia but luckily the people on Discord told me this was only temporary and they were right. I kept moving my head to see where the voices were coming from. Saw the multiverse and geometrical patterns.
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Went inside a grocery store and saw colors fading in and out and being replaced by more colors and patterns. When I got to the restroom, everything was morphing and had overlays, like a tapestry, even on me and my clothes. I ran across the street and almost didn’t make it to the bus on time, but luckily I did make it on time and so I took a bus to get home. I will explain more about what happened on the bus at the end because I think it’s the perfect ending to this story.
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After I got off the bus close to home, something weird happened when I was walking home. As I was walking, it felt like time and distance was very slow. Everything seemed to be stretched and further away. Every step I took, it felt like I was being held back and not allowed to progress further, like something was preventing me from walking further. It kept holding me back. I think my time and distance perception got messed up and everything felt like in slow motion.
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When I got home I was mentally and physically exhausted, and disoriented. Decided to just throw the weed away because I didn't even care anymore. And I thought, "I don't even know why I did weed in the first place." Tried to eat pork chops, but they tasted repulsive and disgusting. I was able to eat something eventually. Tried to lay down and rest, but my mind was still active and seeing images. Some time later, as I was trying to go to sleep, I could tell the LSD was still somewhat working because I started thinking about my bad habits, my sedentary lifestyle, and what changes I should apply to my life, like exercising more, reading more, and trying to be more social.
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Now when I was walking back to the city, I felt like I wasn't in control of my life and I lost sight of who I was and what and who I wanted to be. When I got on the bus, I started questioning who I wanted to be when I grew up. I was breaking down in tears as I tried to explain this on Discord. I originally wanted to be a firefighter in elementary school, then a psychologist when I was in high school, then majoring in computer science when I went to community college. I realized that I lacked the ambition, determination, and focus to continue going to college. And regretted it because I probably could have developed my social skills and made friends by joining clubs. I questioned my abilities because English 101 was a hard class and didn't think I'd do well in it so I dropped the class. I didn’t think I’d do well in college writing and other college courses. Dealing with depression at the time and not being able to focus also didn't help me through college. I really had no clue what I wanted to do with my life. I think what I also took from the trip was that I can't change the past and I need to stop thinking about the past. I think it also taught me to focus more on the present and focus more on what will make me happy and think of productive things that can make me happy.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 22</td><td> </td></tr>
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I’ve scored some mid-strength WoW tabs and some DMT which was about ~85% pure. I’ve done DMT once before, also done acid and shrooms a couple of times- so I know what to expect. I was planning on having a holiday break into the countryside and thought that I could use some insight into how I was doing, but after this experience I ended moving so I can focus on helping the farmers and help heal the land.
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At 10:00 AM, I dropped the tabs on top of my tongue instead of under it this time- which I’ve normally before.
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10:30
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The familiar feeling is kicking in; getting that burst of energy and weightlessness, feeling a little giggly. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">The familiar feeling is kicking in; getting that burst of energy and weightlessness, feeling a little giggly.</div></div> Although I do tend to get anxious and shiver on acid esp. if I’m doing the last bit of cleaning before I trip.
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11:00
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Same ol’ visuals kicking in, everything is brighter and saturated.
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1:00 PM
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I’m able to see patterns on the walls and floor, but very subtle. No crazy colours or tracers.
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2:00
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Soaking up the sun as much as possible despite the fact that the backyard gets very little sunlight. Decided to meditate for a short bit; immediately getting intense CEVs from the sun. Tried to cover my eyes with my hands but could still see the sun… just wow.
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3:30
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Okay now I’m peaking, been staring at floor for about half an hour and I’m seeing Alex Grey art, but without any colour. I’m seeing this couple kissing, then this baby in the womb and then the parents walking this child- all in one frame and fractaling away. Was not expecting this at all; it seemed too perfect, the lines and patterns where matching up impeccably.
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The time for smoking the DMT in the pipe has come but unfortunately my trip-sitter had to leave for work. The show must go on though and very rarely do I take acid- I can’t stand not being able to eat for 12 hours, I have to eat 5 times a day based on my vegan diet otherwise my nerve pain flairs up.
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I am now sandwiching the DMT with the Damiana; was gonna aim for a heroic dose by taking half a point (100-120mg), but instead I had the “bright” idea of adding a little more because it didn’t look like much. I had the mentality of “hey, I bought the ticket, so I gotta enjoy the ride.” Absolute rookie mistake… or was it!?
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So I’m now taking one big hit and already I can feel it; the taste was like a cross between diesel and poop, the damiana made it somewhat nicer. Holding it in but I reach 10 seconds and it’s already hitting me like a freight train, so I managed to put the pipe away whilst my ego was like “oh you’ve really done it now haven’t you.”
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As soon as I exhaled, time froze completely and I lay back next to the cat. The ringing in my ears was deafening as I saw this reality get ripped away. Now, I’ll admit, I’m panicking a bit, I’ve just completely forgotten about everything and how to breathe or blink even. I’m looking down at myself and see that I’m like a fluorescent being of pure light, all zig-zaggy lines. But then this adorable being came bursting through the bedroom in a rush, like she wasn’t expecting me to breakthrough that fast and she then tried to calm me down. Now for some weird reason, my uhh… private part started glowing red (in context, I live with debilitating nerve pain and can’t really please myself).
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She offered to, well uh, relieve me, but I crossed my arms to cover it and respectfully declined, to which she responded with a smug look “oh okay, I won’t, unless..?”
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I was like “no-no-no, I’m fine, thanks for offering though.”
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We both laughed; but then l realised that she’s my 4th dimensional girlfriend, I just find it hard to believe. She then held my cat which he had zig-zaggy lines of yellow and orange, straight out of a Louis Wain cat drawing. I got up off the bed and then realised that I got my sock wet (it wasn’t actually wet in the physical world), but I think I stepped on a puddle? So I’m like “well frick.”
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And walked out of this bedroom into my room and my DMT girlfriend panicked and exclaimed that the toilet was blocked (again, it actually wasn’t), but she used this 4th dimensional poop emoji to convey that it was. I don’t know, I didn’t do it, I just wanted to focus on getting this wet sock off but I too was getting a bit panicky. So I entered my room and she came with me and started evaluating my physical life from the 3rd dimension. Mind you, I had completely forgotten about who I was, but she told me that I had almost died (which I actually almost did, like 3 times). Every time I focused too much on the bad news, all the shapes around me became dark-green and sharpened. But as soon as I let go of that and throw that negativity over my shoulder or I hear good news, it all became light-green and the shapes softened. Mind you, we were talking in a sing-songy manner <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">we were talking in a sing-songy manner</div></div>, like something straight out of Blink-182 or ADTR acoustic song.
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She also told me one of the most tragic love story ever- she was like “well what if this person that you’ve recently met online recently, actually had developed a crush on you but they died.” I’ll admit, that almost made me cry and then she hugged me. The crazy thing is, that same person who she told me about ended up confessing their feelings to me 2 months later. Also, she pointed out that, what would you do if your dad had a heart attack and died… made me realise how valuable life was.
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She also made me realise that I was kept alive for a reason, which my purpose was to save the planet from man-made pollution; I have to guide those who are in despair onto the path of light. This burden of knowledge became a bit too much at the time, but apparently I was also late for like the bus or something. I ended leaving the house, took my “wet” sock off and started sprinting towards the end of the street (which is almost 1km). At this point, some voice somewhere warned me that if I’m reckless, I could attract unwanted attention, esp. from the evil mass media. But I reassured that I won’t do that. Ever since I went outside, I was transported to another world, like ended up in a place in the US like Portland or Charlottesville instead of here, Australia. It was frightening esp. with the fact that I was looking through “DMT eyes”. Everyone looked so atomised, wearing their political patches and tattoos, the whole AntiFa vs Fascists false dichotomy. I could read people’s thoughts like text bubbles above their heads, I could feel their negative emotions; I was hyper alert of everything, but I had to keep running though. I ran past this tree; in the leaves I could see the merkaba and reverse swastika hybrid- like the Raelist symbol but reversed. Then in the shadows, I could see the sonnerad symbols.
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I kept going however ‘til the point I started tearing up and said to myself “irregardless of all the pain, the frustration, of all the messed up things that had happened to me; I will keep going NO MATTER WHAT!”
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This was the most liberating feeling I’ve ever had in my life; so I kept sprinting towards the light and I felt no pain at all in doing this running. I finally got there and was panting like crazy- on the school fence at the end of the road, read the “Sun Smart” sign… and laughed to myself.
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The effects are wearing off, now I need to head back home. I took my other sock off so I didn’t look like some weirdo; besides, I’ll look like more of a hard-ass walking bare foot on asphalt haha.
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I did start to feel this overwhelming of love in me, like I was rolling hard on MDMA… and a felt a little embarrassed. By the time I got home I started getting all my shit together, getting ready for my move down to the south coast.
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It’s now been 2 months, I still get flashbacks or glimpses into the DMT world; I’ve also been doing some micro-dosing but yeah, working hard now in my plant nursery.
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I wish you all peace and know that things will get better.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 23</td><td> </td></tr>
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Dosage: 75mg Memantine, 250ug LSD (oral)
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Preface: I don’t want to say I was completely ready for this experience, but It was certainly one of the most enlightening and eye opening 24 hours of my life. To this day, it is one that I attribute many changes in my own mind and outlook on the world. I was experimenting with Memantine HCL during this time period, I started my journey with 65mg, and moved up to 75mg for this occasion, not to get too cocky with the 250ug dose I would be taking at the same time. At the time of this trip, I had previous psychedelic/dissociative experience with DXM, 3-MeO-PCP, 2F-DCK, Nitrous, Psilocin, LSD, LSA, DMT and A. Muscaria. My extensive period of experimentation over the past two years led me to believe I would handle my first dissociative psychedelic combination like it was nothing. But I had a long night of self discovery and astonishment ahead of me, and perhaps more than I would have asked for.
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I weighed out 75mg of Memantine on my scale, and poured it into my capsule. I threw in my 250ug LSD tab into the capsule, hoping that would allow a greater synergy with the Memantine considering how long it lasts. I was going to spend most of the night at my friends house, where everyone would be drinking but Me and T. I was with my girlfriend (G) upon dosing and later with our main circle of friends including T, S, I, M, and C.
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T= 0:00/4:00PM
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I swallow my combination, and wait for T and S to arrive to pick us up. G would be driving T while S would be driving me once we picked up M. While we waited, I created a 60mg capsule of Memantine for T. My girlfriend and I parted ways, and S and I made our way to pick up M from his house, it wasn't until he got into the car that the LSD began to come up. S took us down a very scenic and beautiful road, where you can observe open fields, trees, bodies of water, etc all within a 3-5 minute long drive before returning to a main road. We blasted “Homage” by Mild High Club, as S stepped down on pedal speeding 15-20+ mph on the beautiful road, we were going to challenge this 5 minute road and make it 1. The colorful geometric patterns seeped into my vision as the car accelerated in one direction, trees felt as if they were passing us at the speed of sound. If this wasn't the definition of a rush, I cannot explain what else was filling my body. We decided to go back down the road 2 more times before making our way to the party.
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I have always found myself to enjoy psychedelic compounds (particularly LSD) in party settings with friends I am familiar with, as it will greatly enhance every aspect of my social connection and bond with my peers. Before making it to C’s house, I convinced S to stop at a McDonalds, I offered to buy them all a meal so we can get some food in before the long night. We arrive at the party, other people are present as well but they do not play a significant enough role in the experience to be worth mentioning.
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We made our way to the basement, upon entering I set all the food on the ground for everyone to dig into, 3 bites into my Travis Scott burger and I found it to be disgusting. This is not necessarily because of my lack of good taste, but I simply cannot eat food when tripping. I leave all the food to everyone else to consume, as I had lost interest. It was at this point that the Memantine began to slowly come up, I noticed translucent static yet living visual shapes accumulate over the already existing breathing, I felt like I was losing my barrier between human and animal, and could understand that I was a walking being with cells, emotions, and my own neurochemistry/pathways were the only factors in who I am. There was nothing special about my humanity, or my own individual identity, it was simply a mask to keep my body moving through the world, fulfilling its purpose as a lifeform. We were all gathered in a circle, everyone was split off into their own corner of the small room talking about everything they could think of. I had the opportunity to eavesdrop on everyone's conversation, and it was at this moment insight about my role and the role of everyone in this room in the great machine of human society was apparent.
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Let me paint the picture from my seat, It felt as if we were all within the painting “The Creation of Adam.” Yet, it was cosmic, all the stars in the universe surrounded us as everyone spoke about simple, humanistic concepts like politics, drama, etc. There was absolutely nothing complex or philosophical about any conversation around me. It was as if we were all alone in the cosmos in some obscure corner of the universe. We had been here for millenia, yet, we were trapped gossiping about basic humanistic concepts for eternity. Both the most complex and extradimensional landscape was holding the most negligible creatures discussing the same basic ideas, over and over and over. Yet something about these ideas, and our capability to go beyond our primitive animalistic roots were the very thing that made us god-like.
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C began discussing a politician who we all have the same position on, rambling about all the horrible things they have said and done. Do not get me wrong, I was not fond of them either, yet the way which he so adamantly painted a disgusting picture of this person made me see he had no other intention but to make them look as horrible as possible. It was as if there was some sort of extra dimensional conscious force influencing him to make her look as horrid as one would imagine, or perhaps he was brainwashed, spitting propaganda which he had no choice to expel from his own conditioning. I called him out, but he decided to direct those same points onto me, which was exhausting.
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I switched to another pair of friends, who were discussing a girl we all know and dislike. They were making fun of how she failed to get into a certain group which she cared so much about. This was okay, because of how rude and annoying that girl is to all of us. Yet, despite my agreement with their opinions I could see how they were almost maliciously painting a picture of her with the strict intention of making her look evil, and to throw shame onto her image. For every insult and every remark, they would happily agree and throw more at each other with encouragement while mindlessly validating one another. This was also somewhat exhausting, and I decided to take my attention elsewhere.
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I lay on my back as my thoughts drowned out the voices around me. I felt the construct of humanity slip away as I was a simple clump of organic material with a conscious mind, personality, and neurochemical makeup. I could see every single particle of dust that was made, was and will be a part of my body. I saw the origin of every spec of dirt on my body and clothes throughout its journey through the world, breaking down and becoming one with more objects, landscapes and lifeforms throughout its journey on this planet. Every chemical that made up my being had been recycled throughout the organic pool of earth, every atom that made me up had once made up millions of other creations of mother nature whether it belonged to humans or her own making. I was connected with every aspect of our planet, every life form and every atom that made up our world. I saw the entire cycle of every particle moving through time creating consciousness and destroying it, endlessly. I saw plants and animals consuming one another only to dispose of the remains, which would soon make up the same plants and animals they once were. I could see, feel and experience the journey all the genes in my genome took from all the ancient ancestors, and the genes that would continue spreading until they simply became the dust that made up this biological recycling facility. To this day, I feel this interconnectedness, I truly do feel as if we are all one, and all living things are and will return to the state which they came from, only to continue the cycle. This was no religious or spiritual insight so much as it was a simple scientific understanding of the recycling of consciousness. This is what I attribute to my own belief in reincarnation today.
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T+4:00/8:30pm
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I open my eyes, I watch everyone around me continuing their seemingly fruitless conversations. They all looked very different and Alien-like. I saw a boy with his facial features distorted, eyes small while the rest of his face was morphing in every direction creating 7 lines of movement going in opposite directions. G’s eyes were inflated, and watching her focus on everyone else allowed me to completely feel her focus, intent, and purpose behind every slight movement. One thing I found in common with everyone, was my ability to read every insecurity in the body language and words of my peers. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">One thing I found in common with everyone, was my ability to read every insecurity in the body language and words of my peers.</div></div> I could see how they way they talked, composed themselves, the position of their body was all purposefully designed to keep themselves protected from the judging eyes of others. To hide what they were so scared to show about themselves, which they were blissfully ignorant of us all knowing. It is hard to describe, but it's the best way I can.
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T+ 5:30/10:00pm
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My drunken friends made their way outside and I followed. T is enjoying the Memantine, and described it to be about the perfect amount. Despite unrelated bodily pain she was having a good experience. Most of them hop into C’s pool to swim, and sit back with a few others and joke around, discussing whatever came to mind. I do not bother to discuss my own experience with others, I found it to be enjoyable enough to talk about the current happenings they found interest in talking about. After this point, there was not much happening of importance, besides the beautiful geometric patterns along with the enhancement through static and mysterious moving indescribable objects/shapes from the Memantine. This synergy had me lost for words, yet was never too much to handle.
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“I” made it back inside with me, and we talked and listened to music. We discussed fears and thoughts of our future. Before being interrupted by our group of friends coming back from the pool. In particular, G had ran in at full speed and jumped into the couch. Not long later, she was vomiting with another peer of ours making sure she was okay. S tried to keep me from seeing her, to ensure I would not worry. I could read every bit of intention he had to keep me from seeing her, and him making an effort to keep me from being worried. This was pointless, as I was not worried. I found it funny and thoughtful he did his best to keep me from seeing an unpleasant sight in the state I was in, so I listened to him. For his own sake, and G’s, not mine.
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T+ 7:00/12:00
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Between 10:00 and 12:00, I began to feel the LSD come down, while the Memantine peak was coming to an end as well. We were getting ready to leave C’s. I had trouble finding my shoes, despite them being right in front of me I was convinced they belonged to someone else. So, I left C’s without shoes and accepted I would never find them. G drove me home with T.
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Return Home:
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Throughout the night I experienced immense anxiety, and worry over my relationship with G. I was worried about my own selfish actions that went down two days before, and I could not sleep knowing I did not make it right between us. I did not sleep one bit, and spent the next day experiencing light visuals and dissociation throughout the day before I could talk to G about my feelings and troubles.
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This truly was an experience of a lifetime, and one I will never forget. I would not recommend this combination for the inexperienced tripper, but when one is prepared it very well could be a life changing ride. It took over 24 Hours before I returned to baseline.<!-- End Body -->
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This experience was my first one with amanitas. My prior experiences include LSD, Psilocybin mushrooms, 2c-I, 2c-E, DMT, MDMA, ketamine, various uppers and downers, and others.
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My girlfriend and I had about 20 grams of amanitas that we'd ordered from an online vendor. The original shipment contained an ounce, but we had taken a small dose (around 2-3 grams each) along with one of our friends just to get a feel for the mushroom and make sure we would not have any unexpected reaction to the drug. We were saving the remaining 20 grams to split evenly between me and my girl when the time felt right. Well one night after taking one tab of acid each and drinking gin heavily, we made the foolish decision to eat 10 grams each of the amanitas. This was about 1.5 hours after eating the LSD, and probably around 11 pm.
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As we were eating the mushrooms, we decided to go for a walk outside. My best guess is that we spent about 20 minutes outside while eating the amanitas. As we returned to my girlfriend's house, we started to trip heavily. At first it was pleasant and I experienced some of the most interesting and enjoyable visuals from any of my psychedelic trips. My girlfriend and I laid in her bed feeling very close as we continued to come up. What happened next is difficult to remember in full detail, and impossible to describe with words. I have no way of giving any information related to time after this point.
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We had somewhat coherent conversations for some time, and I remember drooling uncontrollably during this time. Then my girlfriend began rambling about something that, to me, seemed like utter nonsense, but obviously made perfect sense in her mind. I tried to ignore what she was saying, because at this point I’d already begun to feel uneasy. With my back turned to her, I attempted to focus on my own thoughts, and spent some time in a sort of delirium reminiscent of feverish childhood sickness.
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When I finally came out of this phase (my best guess is that this lasted around 2.5 hours) I tried to talk to my girlfriend. She looked at me and would respond with very simple answers, but didn’t seem to be all there. I told her I was freaking out, she gave me a sinister look and began laughing at me. It was like I was talking to an entirely different person, like she’d become someone else. I had to get up and leave, feeling that I had no other choice. This was around 5 am. At this point I went to my apartment to get something to drink, threw up, and slept for about an hour. When I woke up and was sober enough to think some normal thoughts again, I realized that I needed to return to her and make sure she was alright.
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When I got back to her place, she was still lying in her bed. I tried to talk to her but she didn’t respond to me really. She had a blank stare that terrified me. I touched her back and tried to hold her in my arms, but she didn’t respond. Normally, even if she had been in a deep sleep, she’d have turned to me and embraced me as well. I was seriously scared that she may never return to normal. This thought was so terrifying, to think that someone with whom I’m so deeply in love would never be the same person again. Well I just stayed there with her hoping she’d come out of the trip, which she eventually did.
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When she first “woke up” (I use this phrase because I have no other way to describe it) she had no recollection of anything that had happened. <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">When she first “woke up” (I use this phrase because I have no other way to describe it) she had no recollection of anything that had happened.</div></div> She still seemed somewhat odd, like she wasn’t totally there. I began to describe to her the terror I felt when I was unable to communicate with her. She didn’t seem to understand at first, but slowly as we continued to come down she realized the significance of what had happened. Several times during this period, she slipped back into the state she’d been in earlier and gave me the same blank stare and sinister, evil laugh. Each time this lasted only about a minute before she came back to me again. As the day progressed she slowly returned to her normal self and now we both feel much better as I am writing this (around 11:30 pm the day after the experience).
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Though this experience was both terrifying and difficult on the mind, I feel that I have gained a lot from it. I realize that it was foolish for us to eat the amanitas to begin with. I also realized several other things about myself that I do not feel appropriate to discuss in this report. Overall, I would say that the mushroom taught me more than I had anticipated despite the circumstances under which it was consumed. The amanita has so much to offer, but it deserves the utmost respect. I plan on eating the mushroom again sometime in the future, but only when I am sober from all other substances.<!-- End Body -->
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<tr><td>Gender: Male</td><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td>Age at time of experience: 20</td><td> </td></tr>
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Amanita Muscaria With a Side of LSD
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So my girlfriend and I are travelling Australia around 2002 having a whale of a time as you do. When visiting a friend in a backpackers in central Victoria we both notice masses of the wonderful mushroom amanita muscaria or fly agaric, it truly was spell binding to see so many in all their glory. Instantly we knew this was the time for us try this mystical mushroom.
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We new enough about this mushroom not to just pick and eat it, it commands respect. So we did as much research as we saw fit and went ahead and planned the trip.
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At the time we were living in a campsite close to the backpackers where the mushrooms were growing. We had become quite friendly with a couple from Israel and mentioned to them what we were planning and they seemed keen to join in. They did mention that they hadn't done any mushrooms before, but we had taken acid with them and I had done lots of mushrooms in the past (not these babies though) so we figured all would be well.
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We gently dried 6 large mushrooms over a smallish campfire as the four of us chatted over a joint and some nice red wine. We really took our time over the drying process, as that is one thing that came out most in our research. Also we all expected to feel a little sick on the come up, which is not uncommon with mushrooms. We chatted about all this and felt as if we had been very mature in our preparation and had given ourselves the best chance of nice pleasant experience.
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Now that they are dry we start to boil them up in a large pan of water, they boiled for a good 40 to 50 minutes and by this time the 'tea' has reduced down to an average sized cup each. So we strained the tea, divided it up and raised our glasses, with that down it went.
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I hate edible mushrooms anyway, but have suffered magic mushrooms in the past just because I like the high; well these tasted shit, shit in a whole new way. Almost instantly they hit the pit of my stomach like a stone and stayed there. A truly, truly horrific feeling far worse than anything I had ever experienced. I’m not sure how much time had passed but I looked around at the 4 of us and we all sat in pure silence all grey and pasty looking, my stomach was not feeling any better in fact the sickening feeling had increased tenfold.
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I made the conscious decision to get these things out ASAP, evacuate the stomach. So with that I stood up and almost fell over, I found my feet and made my way to a corner of the campsite to puke up. I think I only made around ten steps before my body did the work for me, projectile vomit followed like something out of the exorcist movie, and continued to do so until I finally reached my destination at which point there was nothing left inside me. I stood up straight in order to stop retching and instantly felt alive, full of life, crisp and fresh in every way. So I made my way back to the camp almost skipping with glee to tell everyone what to do. I was greeted by the same grey pasty-faced people I had left. I went straight to my girlfriend and told her what to do. But she was far from keen on putting her fingers down her throat but I explained that that would not be necessary and that movement alone would trigger the vomit. And so she did and she did just as violently as I did. While she was away I explained to our friends as well and with that they disappeared.
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Time has no meaning at this point so I wont even try to put a timescale on it at all. All I know is we all reunited and all felt amazing a feeling that we confused with being straight, as we had puked them out we thought that was it, and this feeling of glee was just relief to not feeling as sick as we did earlier on <div class="pullquote-right1"><div class="pullquote-text">all felt amazing a feeling that we confused with being straight, as we had puked them out we thought that was it, and this feeling of glee was just relief to not feeling as sick as we did earlier on</div></div>.
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At this point one of our friends remembered he had some LSD and we thought it would be a good idea to take them, as we had wanted to get high anyway. He had 2 tabs so we had half each.
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We dropped the acid and sat talking for a little while, but this acid seemed to kick in so very, very quickly and at this point I only remember small fragments of the trip. I now know that the acid had not kicked in at all but the mushrooms were just starting there magic. We split up in to two couples and went off tripping the light fantastic.
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My girl and I ended up in some field and found ourselves on an Alice in Wonderland trip, and this field was a huge maze just like the one in the film, we could see that guy painting all the apples red riddled with panic spilling the paint everywhere, we wondered there for a while and made our way back to the camp. As we got closer we could here loads of commotion, like people laughing and shouting, then as we got closer we could see that it was in fact the mad hatters tea party taking place at our camp. As we approached the party it all stopped and they looked straight at us, it then dawned on us that we were Alice. I can’t explain how mad that felt or how real it all seemed. So just like the book we joined the party, tea and coffee spilling everywhere, cakes and cigarettes. This seemed to last forever but then just as it appeared it disappeared and again we were on our own. We exchanged a look and burst into fits of laughter, literally rolling around not able to breath properly for laughing so, so hard.
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At this point for whatever reason I looked down at my feet and was amazed to see that they were miles away from the rest of me, I then looked around and everything was big and small at the same time, strange I know but you just have to trust me on this one. I looked again at my feet and almost hit my face off them they were so close and big. This continued for both of us and I can truly say I have never had so much fun with a hallucination in all of my life. For example, I would pick a stick up for the fire and as I put it on it seemed to smother it out and then just disappear as if I had just put a match on the fire, truly mind blowing and not the least bit freaky in that bad way we all know and hate.
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God knows how much time had passed but it was daytime again and we must have come down a little because I remember just tripping like I have so many times before, like bursting into laughter at a coke machine that was on site, and generally seeing the funny side to everything. So we were coming down albeit very slowly, definitely on the way down.
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At this point we went looking for our Israeli friends, they had not had the fun filled evening we had had. And they were adamant that mushrooms were not for them.
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We personally had best and most intense trip ever, but be very aware that these mushrooms command a lot of respect and don’t go into it unprepared, in hindsight I think the LSD we took was probably unnecessary but it only added to the sheer fun of it all.<!-- 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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