		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

I am a male 18 years old of average body weight. I have always been interested in mind altering substances. To this day I have only experimented with alcohol, marijuana and now LSD. Nowadays I no longer use marijuana however I still drink alcohol fairly often. Up until recently I never had or knew of a way to purchase something like LSD. I suppose it always seemed to me as one of the hard drugs.

Recently a friend of mine, who I do not see that often anymore announced that he could get LSD. Of recent times he has been right into experimenting with many new drugs other than alcohol and marijuana, due to this he had acquired a lot of new contacts and now knew of someone who could get him LSD. Naturally when I heard this news I was very keen to get some, as I have always been particularly interested in the psychedelic side of drugs. Anyway, I purchased one blotter tab off him for $20AU, to me this seemed fairly expensive. But never having purchased it before I didn’t really know what to expect and it wasn’t much money to try something new that I had been wanting to try.

I was amazed by the size of one dose, it’s really is tiny. It was a little piece of coloured paper wrapped in foil. I had also heard that it was important to keep LSD in the freezer to preserve it so this was also done. On the day I decided take the dose I’d had a fairly late night the night before and was slightly hungover from drinking. I am sure this had a negative effect on the experience. I arrived home in the morning at about 10:00am and took the tab at about 10:30am along with a few toasted sandwiches and juice. After taking the dose and eating breakfast I headed up stairs, I started watching TV to fill in time as I knew I would have to wait a while for it to set in.

After about 30mins I began to feel a slight change in thinking patterns but just assumed it to be my imagination at this stage. About 5 or 10mins after that I began to notice little things changing. If I really stared at my curtains they would ripple slightly but nothing special at all. Throughout this time my stomach seemed very gassy and often made gurgling sounds so I could tell that it was being absorbed.

Realising that it was just beginning to come on I turned off the lights, lay on my bed and put on interesting melodic music. After another 10mins I began to find myself staring at my curtains and could now see clearly that they were moving. They were moving as a whole thing, almost as if they were attached to a board and this board was being rocked forwards and backwards. I then began to notice my sheets and if I let my vision run they began to resemble some sort of skin. When I saw this I new that the LSD was starting to take more of an effect, so got up and sat at my computer and became fascinated with my desktop background. It is a 3D computer generated picture that starts out bright in the middle then darkens off on the outsides and allover it there is sort of like a network of wormlike structures with brighter parts to them. Normally it is an interesting looking picture but now the wormlike structures were beginning to squirm about the screen, particularly at the brighter spots.

Suddenly I noticed one of my walls, this wall is brown and the lower part of it is fairly dirty from peoples hands touching it. The finger marks appear a whitish sort of colour against the brown wall. When I looked at these marks they spread right up my wall and onto the ceiling but they were no longer just marks they resembled a sort of Asian script. If I put my ear against the wall and looked at them side on they appeared to be raised off the wall. Now it was just a foggy looking haze that now flowed down off the wall at a very fast pace. It was like watching fog get blown into a valley, if you have ever seen this happen. All of a sudden what was happening sunk in, it was amazing, everything in my house was incredible to look at, to touch! I then couldn’t stop smiling as I ran around the house like an idiot feeling and looking at different things, each one just as amazing as the next.

Soon I found myself looking at all our pictures on the walls. One painting in particular, well two, they are meant to be put together and were sold as a set. The sides that face each other are a rich yellow with blots of red and the outer sides are indiscernible people shaped patterns, each a different colour. Staring at these paintings was amazing as the once stationary red blots were now jumping between the pictures with amazing trails. I could not stop it happening, relaxing or concentrating my eyes did nothing, it was just how I saw it.

Other less stimulating pictures would appear far away only to race up towards my eyes and become what appeared to be about five times larger than they were when I first looked at them. The other amazing thing was when I found the mirror in my bathroom. It was me but then again it wasn’t. Imagine a thousand photographs of your face are taken from the front but each one at a slightly different angle, left, right, up, down. Then play all the shots back to yourself at about five every second and that is how I saw myself in a mirror. It was interesting but a tad unnerving at the same time.

My sense of touch was as heightened as my sense of sight, I felt as though I could keep pulling off my skin as I pinched myself. I amazingly could pinch myself as hard as I possibly could and would not feel any pain. It was as though I was encased in a layer of dough. As well as my own skin, my dogs fur felt pretty amazing in-between seeing him turn into a wolfish looking creature and then appear as himself. The colour of his fur would change uniformly as if adjusting the hue of a picture on a computer screen. By now it had been about 2 hours since it took the LSD.

I was feeling very different but it still knew where I was and what was going on and I still had a good 4 or so hours until anybody would come home. I figured that it wouldn’t come on anymore and I would be fine by about 3:00pm. But while walking around the house I felt a sudden kind of jolt or something in my head, like my consciousness had periodically been jerked out of my head, all of a sudden I didn’t really know where I was and no longer felt with it. All my hearing had become muffled and strange so I sat down and felt a bit better. Then it happened again but stronger this time, it was then I realised what I’d got myself into. I turned the heating off and went to my room, closed my curtains and got into bed. Strangely enough I felt far more sane with my eyes closed.

I spent the next hour in this position freaking out. I was panicking as my mum would be home in about 2 hours and I didn’t know how long I would be like this for. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to hold down a conversation and not let on that I was fucked. I drifted in and out of what felt like consciousness, gibberish persistently echoed around my head in this scratchy old sounding English accent??! My heart was racing and nothing was as it seems, the walls of my room were convulsing and pulsating. Periodically the whole room would appear to tilt on a 45degree angle. Still realising that this is was in fact just the LSD and that it would eventually go away, I just put up with it and shut my eyes. It may not have been an all that unpleasant experience if no one was going to be home in a few hours. I would probably have had loosened up a bit and not been in such a state. But at the time I kept thinking why have it taken this? Will I ever be normal again? I missed normality but that’s were I was and I had to deal with it. It did get quite terrifying at times and I shuddered to think that this was only one tabs work and couldn’t imagine what taking five or something would be like. Not getting any better I figured I’d put on the TV again, this did wonders as I would have a few seconds at a time where I knew what was going on. Then just as quickly as I’d recover my consciousness, it would be ripped from the side of my head again.

At about 2pm, two friends came round to see me, this turned out to be very fortunate as one of them had used LSD before and had experienced all this. She was able to reassure me that it would wear off eventually and just to relax, while her boyfriend kept me entertained (and conscious) with stupid comments, as he likes to do. The three of us sat in my room watching TV and I’d have snippets of conversation with them in my more sober moments. This was great as I had people to reassure me and some company, I began to feel better again. Despite this I was still tripping incredibly and my room was still bending and bowing uncontrollably. I still found this fairly disconcerting as my mum was going to be home within the hour. My mum did come home within that hour and came straight to see me and who I had over. I just said I was very hungover and she went away and she didn’t bother us anymore. I was lucky she didn’t ask too many questions as I would be unable to provide much of a coherent answer.

Another hour went by and the three of us just continued to chill out as we had been doing afternoon. Then almost as quickly as I had realised that I was tripping, I felt extremely spacy but sober and like my brain had just run a marathon. Suddenly I was capable of conversing without my consciousness deserting me. I could walk straight and the room stopped rotating. The drug was far from gone but it never returned as it did earlier that day. Surfaces still swam when stared at them and the Asian script was still in full view but the high was just fun now, not too intense. Soon after this happened my friends went home and I was extremely thankful that they came along. Then a good 2 hours after that I went out for a walk in the cool evening, the sky was clear and the fresh air was fantastic. Looking up at the stars still provided me with flashes of colour, the lights in the valley looked brighter and their colours were much more intense. I was basically myself again but was just feeling very spacey and mellow, not a bad feeling really. I pondered the day’s experience very deeply on the walk. I felt extremely mentally drained but very relaxed.

It was a truly incredible experience but wasn’t something to be taken lightly, not like have a few tokes or a couple of beers to relax, it was something pretty heavy. It was like the classic drug scene from movies, the hallucinations were unbelievable. I can’t say I was having debates with posters on my walls or flying gracefully down the stairs of my house on the back of a unicorn but you catch my drift. The experience opened my eyes amazingly to what the mind could do if provided with the right ingredients. I would definitely do LSD again but definitely in the company of others I trust. I think that I will be waiting a while to do so though, my brain should be allowed a fair bit of time to recover. As I have only taken it once I don’t know if I have a low tolerance, if that was a particularly strong tab or that’s what your are supposed to feel off one tab.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 72089

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Jan 7, 2010	Views: 6,101

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 8 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   175 lb

I am eighteen years old and on my way with P and G to see Widespreaed Panic in Nashville.  I have never really listened to them, but I know from friends that the scene is like a Grateful Dead show.  We are stocked up on cannibus and beer, but I am concerned because we do not have any acid.  At this point in my life, I have tripped around 40 times.  Needless to say, I am wide ass open and I want to trip every chance I get!

We get to the parking lot and I jump out of the car and run up to the first hippie I see and ask if he knows where we can find some dose.  Well, I have asked the right guy!  He must assume I'm not a cop from my long hair, Liberty overalls with no shirt, bloodshot eyes, and shit-eatin' grin!  He looks over his shoulder a couple of times and pulls a large piece of paper out of some foil.  We buy 10 hits.  I eat 4, P eats 3, and G eats 1.  This leaves 2 hits in my sock.

We get into the show and I am berzerk.  The acid hasn't kicked in but I am stoned, drunk, young, and dumb.  I am screaming another buddy, C's name at an annoyingly high decibal, trying to find him in the crowd.  We find C and he is with our other buddy, D.  These guys went to a high school on the other side of town, but we know them through the stoner circuit.  I had also come to the same arena a few months earlier with C and D to see a Rusted Root show.  Good show!  However, right now C and D are acting shady and snotty.  They probably have something like coke and do not want to share, so they say they are going to go up front.

The show starts!

Widespead Panic is getting down, but I am in a strange state of mind.  The pine trees looming over both sides of the stage have begun to take on the appearance of several Gargamels from the Smurfs, only his chin juts out just as far as his nose!  I feel very self-centered and begin to take imaginary things very personally.  I don't realize it and I would not admit it if I did, but this may come from the fact that I feel threatened and out of my element for not really knowing WP's music.  I feel the need to represent myself, so I start 'dancing' with myself.  Man, am I going nuts!  We are near the back-left of the open area, and the crowd collectively decides to give me some space, forming a circle.  I am psycho: spinning, flailing of arms, kicking of legs, and basically making a total jackass of myself with a circling crowd of hot chicks and frat boys making wisecracks at me.  At one point at the end of a song, I jump as high in the air as I can and land flat on my back!

This all seems totally necessary.  It is as if I feel the need to confront every one of my mental quirks, but the trouble is that I keep getting quirkier by the minute.  My friend G attempts to act as a voice of reason and tells me to sit down and chill out because I am freaking him and P out.  They just want to enjoy the show, you know like normal people.  It seems to me that he is trying to act like my Daddy.  Does he not realize that I have been divinely summoned to dance like Turbo and Ozone in Breakin' 2: the Electric Boogaloo?

Well I would have been better off to listen to him, because I was about to unwittingly embark on a riskier mission.  Now I am roaming through the crowd and I feel like I am the only person with emotions or something.  Everything everyone is talking about seems so vain, and yet I feel so subordinate to everyone.  If there is a fine line between sanity and sociopathy, I am now moon-walking on it.  I mesh with crowds of moving people acting as normal as possible until out of the blue, I surprize the masses with oohgah-boogah-chant-babble and bust back into the freaky-time dance!  This gets me several threats of ass-whippings which I totally deserve.  I believe I am a spy-prankster saving mankind by freaking people out for their own good!  At one point I get right up in this cute girl's face (I hope she was not tripping) and make the most twisted goatfuck mug I can muster while delivering a blood-curdling witch-cackle while throwing one leg up edgewise and figeting my fingers together like Montgomery Burns before backpedaling away from her.  I am in a place to which cartographers do not make maps.

All of this behavior is way out of character for me.  My whole life I have generally been well-liked by all my classmates.  Maybe there are some deep-rooted issues of acceptance by my peers coming out of the closet here.  I must sound like a basket-case, but an inferiority complex is the least of my problems.  I don't know it at the moment, but my ego will soon become a total loss!

I feel positive energy rippling off a certain area of the audience.  I am getting excited because I am beginning to achieve rainbow-body!  Everywhere I turn I am greeted with a spectrum of color and cheer!  I believe that I am a way aways from my friends and now I am entertaining a new group of spectators with the suicide-shuffle.  And they like me!  They really like me!  People are throwing their arms around my shoulders and offering me tokes of cannibus and such, but I can tell that I need to tone it down and fake like I am alright so as blend with the mellow crowd as I drift towards the outside of the circle.  So I am cool with this: I can act up in the middle of the circle, but I try to chill towards the crowd.  This may be the last rational thought of the night for me.  And it was a fleeting moment, at best.

Unbeknownst to me, G and P are keeping a watchful eye on me from a safe enough distance so that nobody would notice that they are my friends.  What I do next is so sadistic that my memory bank does not allow record of it to this day.  Luckily, I had two credible witness whom I trust to lay me out on the exact details later.  G and P watch in horror as I relieve myself on some poor concert-goer's back!  They quickly intervene to explain my condition to the man who was on the receiving end of my golden shower.  My amnesia dissipates about the time I am in mid-stream, at which point I discover that I have no more fans.  Imagine the embarrassment.  In one awkward instant, I went from the coolest dude in the world (in my own mind) to a scared toddler making a wee-wee, and oh yeah.......showing off my softie to a group of total strangers!

This leads me into a train of thought that reality is not real, and by God, I think I can prove it.  My bone-headed plan is so brilliantly retarded: I ought to attack security!  If I had an ounce of logic during this lapse of sanity I would have picked a yellowcoat closer to my own size.  But no!  I just run as fast as I can toward a man who is the embodiment of a military Hum-V and give him the old George McFly (you know 'keep your damn hands off her'), only this guy doesn't fold up afterwards like Biff!  He picks me up like a ragdoll over his shoulder and I am pounding on his back!  I am ashamed to say that I must look quite a lot like Olive Oil over Bluto's shoulder at this point!  Some other members of security notice the hub-bub and feel it would be a good idea to not only restrain my arms but also bend them up towards the back of my head in a manner just shy of dislocating both my shoulders.  This moment now marks the end of my good time.  What, has it not sounded like fun thus far?

The pain in my shoulders is too much to bear so I now truly feel like the victim.  I have difficulties grasping the concept of the prepetual drama at the speed in which it is now unfolding before my primitive eyes and mind.  The trip is at full peakage and is begining to take religious overtones.  I am reminded of Christ on the cross.  I feel that I have been chosen to bear the yoke of humanity.  The confusion on the faces onlookers makes me wonder I have maybe just been in some type of life-threatening accident.  They take me into a security building and into a room of puke-yellow cinder block walls and plop me into a folding metal chair.

Everything is so surreal.  I can still hear the groovy music outside the doorway.  I feel like this can not be happening to me.  I believe I may be able to stop the current situation by returning back a few moments in time.  My heart is in the right place, but my brain is sunny-side-up!  Did I really attack security or is this some type of mental conspiracy against me.  I am baffled by the setting into which my airplane has just crashed.  I was free and now I am not.  It is too perplexing.  Do these people not know that I am a good person?  I wonder if I am on Candid Camera.  I feel that I am not being let on.  There is a constant blur of non-hipsters (cops, security, paramedics) coming in and out of the door.

Well, this all happened while G and P were still trying to patch things up with my involuntary water-sport partner, so they saw it all go down.  They actually followed the pissed-off troupe of security guards who carted me up to the security office and once there, they broke the news to the cops who were arriving that they were my friends!  They now have the pleasure of spending the rest of their trip with cops who just found acid in my sock!  The cops decide from the size of my friends' pupils that they are tripping and proceed to ask them a series of routine questions.

'Is my face melting?  Do you see that?  Nevermind, nevermind it was just a spaceship, WAIT!!!.....do you see that?  Holy shit, son, it's a god-damn lightning bug!  Do you think this is funny?  Your friend in there may be schizophrenic from now on because of the dope y'all gave him.  You ever seen a cop do the Chubby Checker?  Lopez, put down that bear-claw and do the twist for these kids!'  That type of stuff.

 Meanwhile, I get the idea that the one female security guard in the room has big plans to tell the boisterous crowd to leave the two of us alone so she can sex-me-up-style.  I am blowing kisses and giving her the 'I know what's on your mind, you want a piece of Charlie Manson here' look.  Either the realization that I am I bufoon or the seemingly constant cycle of strip searches, pinlights in the eyes, and pat-downs caused me to decide to buck the system.  I make a dash for the door!  Someone guides me back into the chair.  I stand up and two people now physically force me into the chair.  I shift in the seat and three people hold me still in the chair.  This claustrophobic string of events leads me to believe that I am a prisoner of war in a dungeon-cell miles underground and I have been subjected timid forms of emotional abuse for as long as I can remember for the purpose of mind control.  I have to break out!

I slide off of my seat like a snake and slither onto the floor, where I am now on my back.  While they are attempting to pick me up I discover that my legs are longer than their arms, so I am kicking like hell and pushing off of them with my legs and I am backing myself toward the wall so they can not get behind me because I want to keep kicking them!  This was working well for me but I didn't know that they were about to show me a quick trick for being so slick.  Apparently, I gave these poor folks a workout, because my friends told me later that three sizable cops came out of the room upset and out of breath, but that may have only been because they pepper-sprayed me and themselves in the process.  And let me tell you, you have not lived until you have been pepper-sprayed on acid!

I am now convinced that I have died.  This idea probably came from the fact that being pepper-sprayed feels like suffocation by Tabasco.  They also took the liberty of putting me in a handsome hog-tie of handcuffs!  The chains give me the impession that I am in a pugatory-type of existance, not of this world but nonetheless like the world and its binding propeties.  I can move my legs but not my arms and vice versa.  Oh good Lord!  It is really like they told me in church?  After I died I am still stuck with myself, only now I have to suffer the consequences of having died while not being 'right' with God!  It should be noted that I am now agnostic.  That is, I feel that there may well be a God (or Goddess for that matter!), but it is not my place as a human to know, and if God does exist, He understands my logical assumption that He does not exist and would not punish me for such, I hope!  I guess I have been conditioned by my upbringing in such a way that I will never really be comfortable admitting this.  Now let's go back to 1997: I feel that I am in an Abraham's Bosom of sorts.  Only I must wait for the second coming of Christ before I may plead for my oppurtunity to enter the kingdom of heaven.  But how long will this take?!

I am also toying with the idea that I was escorted out of the show for a higher purpose.  Several things lead my mind in this direction.  I think that maybe I am correct to assume that reality as I have always known it is not real.  My memory may have only been implemented to keep my soul at bay until I realized the cosmic truth.  At which point, when I realized reality did not exist and hit the security guard, it was a call to the archangel Michael (the heavenly form of Jesus) to sound the trump and officially announce that it was Judgement Day, and yet had it not always been Judgement Day?  I felt that the security guards knew this, and that they may have actually been angels that were with me in the security office to iron out all the kinks, and maybe bring me to the point that I could be forgiven for dying under the wrong circumstances.

They ask me my name.  I tell it to them assuming that it is so they could check for it in the Book of Life.  They ask me if I know what concert I am at.  I tell them 'Widespread Panic.'  They all smile at each other.  It all seems to make perfect sense.

Of coarse, if reality had existed as I once knew it, I would have gone to see a show and chosen to get out of my mind on acid when the world would have come to an end.  But have we not always been trying to answer this riddle?  In a continuing string of life form possibilities, would I ever be able to make the right decisions?  We have all been through this so many times!  Unbound by the dimension of earthly time, I am in the picture-show of what my life could have been, but every time I have made the ignorant decision to revolt and have essentially blown it for my spirit.  Why have I been such a stubborn old soul?  I don't have the strength to fight anymore.  Is there not some type of special arrangement that may ensure that I do not end up for an eternity in Hell?  Is that not why most of my captors are showing concern for my well-being, or are they only leading me deeper into their diabolical plan to feed their goblin-energy with the eternal consumption of my soul?

There are a couple of things, however, that are just too deep to try to fathom.  Why is one fat redneck cop eating Ritz-Bitz peanut butter sandwiches with no drink in the god-awful southern summer heat?  And why is he periodically throwing one at me as I lie in an oblivion of despair?  I come to discover that he is only throwing the single crackers with no peanut butter on them.  You know, the ones at the bottom of the bag that fell apart.

Meanwhile, my friends have been so polite outside with the cops that they have actually convinced these cops to let me go home on one condition: a paramedic would do a final analysis (basically wave a pin light in front of my face and nothing else) to make sure I was good to go.  It couldn't be better news!  Things are really looking up for me, right?  Only one problem: my mind is up somewhere in the stratosphere!

So the paramedic comes in and has the cops get me uncuffed and such.  He then waves a light in my face again and says, 'OK, you're free to go!'  He must be playing some sort of prank on me, I think.  I am so fed up with the repetitive process.  I have tapped back into the rage that has fed my rebellion through my numerous life possibilities through which I have been so disgraced!  I decide to press on and fight the not-so-good fight! So what do I do?  I open-hand bitch-slap the poor paramedic across his 5 o' clock shadow!  Well that is all she wrote for me.  They appropriately cart me off to jail in the back of a cop car that is tuned in to none other than the Classic Rock Station from Beyond, as far as I can tell.  While the cop up front listens to the old, twangy Pure Prairie League tune that is playing the way it was meant to be heard:

'Amy, what you gonna do?  I think I could stay with you, for a while, maybe longer if I do.'

To me it sounded more like a code from above:

'JC, how you gonna tell?  I think I could stay in Hell, for a while, maybe longer if I do.'

The song gives me the heebie-jeebies to this day.

So I get to jail and I am convinced that it is a personal hell of my design. I am forced to take a few shots.  No, not whiskey shots, tuberculosis shots and what not!  Did I mention that I am petrified of needles?  I choose not to test the limits of reality while they stick me with needles.  Now, there is some evil shit going on this jail.  I keep a humble demeanor, because I think that a group of saved people are behind some glass (clear glass, that is, I can plainly see the people), formed up like a jury to decide if I might be saved.  And it is not looking good for me, because every member of the jury of my imaginary peers appear to be straight-laced Republicans!  In retrospect, it seems that these may have been total hallucinations.  This is happening while I am getting my mugshot, so surely there are not any old ladies and folks on the other side of a window.  I cannot explain it.

After all this I am on a cold metal bench being processed and I start to cry.......and sing!  I must have tugged on the lady's heartstrings who was processing me in to the computer system, because she showed true empathy on her face when she should have been laughing her fool-ass off!  This further leads me to believe that she understands my plight, and I am correct to assume that I am in the Big Waiting Room Upstairs.  She can not ignore the despair in my voice.  I am truly singing the blues!  I grace her with my psychotic vocal stylings of the gospel tune 'Jesus is on the Mainline,' and again, I am in jail, crying, and singing at full volume!

'Jesus is on the mainline, tell him what you want, oh!

'Jesus is on the mainline, tell him what you want, oh!

Jesus is on the mainline, tell him what you want!

Just call him up, and tell him what you want!

Oh if you need a lawyer, tell him what you want.............'

I feel that I have the answer!  I will praise the Lord even though I know that I am facing the possibility of an eternity in Hell.  How could God put me in Hell if I praise him?  This may be what they mean by 'weeping and gnashing of teeth' (Luke 13:28).

To make matters freakier the tile floor is checkered black and white.  These tiles faintly form the M.C. Escher-esque image of angels and demons in an etheral waltz.  It also seems that these angels and demons make up the cage that binds me, so they actually ARE the floor, walls, and ceiling.  It is just easier to see that by looking at the black and white floor where, like an eternal chess match, they plainly dance to their tiresome hearts' desire.  A perfect stale-mate!

When they throw me into the drunk-tank with the other inmates, I feel that I am in the general population of lost souls.  An old man with a white beard is brought in after me and another guy exclaims, 'Hey Santa Claus!  What kind of case do they got on you?'

A few of the other guys half-laugh and there is a general somberness to the comment.  I feel that it is in bad taste to joke at someone's expense when we are all really supposed to be pleading to the Lord to save us from damnation.  I try my hand at some good old-fashioned small talk with a fellow next to me who closely resembles Cactus Jack.

'What are you in for?' I ask.

'Me and Mama got into it.  That bitch cut me and they locked ME up.'

This poor spirit is confused and not willing to admit his own part in the matter that led to his demise, I think.  I guess he will have to just wait and let St. Peter explain it to him, because I don't have the energy.  I am totally delusional, lost in my own tangled web of nonsense.

Well, after being served breakfast, lunch, and dinner I decide that I may actually be in jail.  I was arrested with $500 in my pocket but I can not be released on my own recognisance.  I place a Collect call to my Mom and she and my brother come to my rescue.  As for my friends, they decided I could just screw and headed back to Alabama.  For some reason, they felt like they had their fair share of fun with law-dog types that night.  I have since given them several playful rations of shit for not bailing me out, but only after they bring up the whole ordeal.  They just say, 'Fuck you man, they were gonna let your stupid ass go home!'  Well that is my story of the first time I went jail on acid.  There has since been two more times, though not quite as dramatic.

The second and third times I was subsequently arrested for DUI.  Note: driving under the influence is stupid and irresponsible and it puts other people at risk.

The second time I went to jail on acid, I was arrested for DUI.  I was at a party on some farmland owned by a buddy of mine's Dad, and from what I understand some dumb idiot threw a rock at a car that was driving up the highway.  The cops broke it up and made everyone leave.  Well, almost everyone.  I was driving the caboose of the party train, and boy did my buddy and I look suspicious!  They asked us how many pini colonis (that's redneck for pina colada) we had that evening.  I told them I was at zilch.  They shined the flashlight in my buddy C's face and said, 'what about you, son?'

'I only had, hiccup, screws me, ociffer......I only had a couple......ya heard me.'

When they put the cuffs on me, I had a quarter bag of schwag in my pocket and about a half sheet of blotter in an envelope in my wallet.  When I got into the back I got my hands into my front pocket of my jeans (it's not easy but it can be done) and then shoved the baggie as far up my crack as possible without, well, you know.  I was admitted into County, forced to give up my clothes and my wallet, and man was I sweating!  The lady behind the glass actually asked me as she was thumbing through my wallet, 'You don't have anything tucked away in here for a rainy day, do you?'

'No ma'am, ma'am.  And may I add, ma'am, that you look real nice this evening, ma'am?'

I made it out the next day with everything, including a charge (which I totally deserved).

The third time I went to jail on acid, I was with a group of buddies riding around town with a keg in the trunk two weeks after the previous DUI.  I do not know what I was thinking.  I am a different person now.  I think I was so bummed about my legal predicament that I didn't really care what happened to me, and I blamed all my problems on cops.  This is not a good frame of mind.  Things can always get worse, especially when I deserve it!  Anyway, my buddies and me go through the Taco Bell drive-thru and I didn't think they gave me all my food and I got belligerent with the poor girl at the window.  She informed me that the cops were on their way to which I replied, ‘Good!  I want to file a report about my missing taco!'

So the cops get there and put me in the back of one of the squad cars and I remember that I have a 15 pack of gelcaps in my wallet.  About the time I get them into my mouth (it's not easy but it can be done) one of my buddies who is now waiting on his cab looks in the window at me to give me a peace sign and a shrug so I stick my tongue out.  I see him mouth the words,'Oh, shit!'

I can hardly remember the time I spent this night in jail.  Thankfully it was very clean acid, so I had the feeling of a tremendous wave of water rushing over me for about 12 hours.  Piece of cake compared to the 4 hits at the Widespread Panic show.  I also lost my ability to speak.  That was kind of frustrating.  A seemingly cool dude was trying to shoot the shit with me in the bullpen but whenever he asked me a question all I could do is nod and shrug.  He asked me what high school I had gone to and I knew the answer but I just could not speak.  It was like when you try to run in a dream and just can't.  He must of thought I was a total dumbass!  He was right if he did!

Please, reader, avoid the mistakes I have made.  I don't know if anyone is even stupid enough to do any of these things, but I am very grateful that I never hurt or killed anyone.  I always felt like I was cool to drive when I did, but I was not too cool to go to jail.  Because of these and other mistakes I have spent a year of my life behind bars.  Be careful out there and I wish you all

Peace

Love

Unity

Respect

and.....oh shit:

Responsibility

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 72372

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Jan 7, 2010	Views: 16,038

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Alcohol (61), LSD (2), Police / Customs (60) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 capsl
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (capsule)

		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 4 lines
		 insufflated
		 Catha edulis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   56 kg

After a busy and nerve-wracking term at university I went to a psytrance party in the middle of nowhere with my brother, his girlfriend and four of his friends. We had all been pretty close before this, and I was excited for another mind-altering night on LSD. I had tripped twice before that and had an amazing and life-changing time. Acid had consumed me, mentally and spiritually. It was all I thought about and all I wanted to talk about. I believed acid was god's gift to humans; the substance that could save the human race. I never imagined it could ever have a dark side.

I was arrogant about my tolerance, and dropped two hoffmans and an MDMA without thinking. Within an hour I was getting the usual visuals and feelings, but a nervous tingling that I contributed to the strange area we were in was starting. The trip started out all right. I realised that 'the substance is all around us.' That is, that every single tree, plant, piece of grass and earth is acid. Acid is wonderful, acid is a vibrant pulsating call to consciousness.

More and more however I was becoming segregated from the group. I am usually quite a solitary person, and drugs cause me to go on solitary wanderings without much thought for my own safety. It was all of a sudden finding myself in the dark, in the middle of a dirt road with only grass and trees all around me that I not only became extremely nervous, but felt a full fledged panic attack overwhelm me. I know now that the crowd was not far away, but my mind had already run away with me, and I believed I was lost and alone. I could feel myself hyperventilating and choking on tears. All of a sudden my brother's friend, who we will call Wyvern, and his dealer, who (unfortunately for me) was commonly known as Hell Boy came across me.

You would think seeing them would have made me relieved, but instead I felt the most extreme vulnerability and fear overtake me. I was sure that these two men were not here to save me, but instead do unspeakable things to me. In my mind I was now a victim who was about to be raped, and I had to play their mind games or else they would have their way. They, of course, had no idea what I was thinking and casually plonked down on the grass and started chatting. They spoke to me, of course, and I spoke back as a way of 'calming them down out of their ideas to rape me.'

What happened next was one of those unfortunate things that escalate bad trips. Wyvern and Hell Boy were both on MDMA and decided to kneed and massage each other's backs. I was sitting beside them watching them do it, with wide eyes, and they must have thought I was keen for a massage too, since they knew I was on MDMA. 'Turn around and I’ll massage you,' said Wyvern. He might as well have said 'Turn around so I can sodomize you.' in my head that is what he said. I turned around, in my head I thought they would turn violent if I didn't. He laid his hands on my shoulders, and all of a sudden I jumped up and started running. In my head he had raped me, even if he had only touched me for a second.

I soon came across my brother and the rest of the party again. Apparently I was as white as a sheet, breathing heavily, it truly looked as if I had been attacked. My brother was obviously concerned and they immediately questioned me. I burst into tears and told them that Wyvern and Hell Boy had raped me. Well, when something like this happens you can imagine the effects. We were all on acid, and all of a sudden somebody says they've been raped.

I do not wish to go into the details of the next ordeal. It involved trying to determine whether what I said had happened or if it was just the acid. The thing is, in my mind I thought it had happened, and every time some one said 'but maybe you just imagined it' I felt like they were in a conspiracy to silence me as a rape victim or make me think I had imagined things so that they could rape me again. After a grueling and emotionally disturbing time that still leaves me shaking to this day I was finally convinced that it was just the acid and I had not in fact, been raped.

After that I spent my trip shuddering, panic-stricken and still trying to extricate my thoughts from reality. We all came down a few hours later, and in the sobering light of day we knew things had changed between all of us. My relationship between my brother and I has all but fragmented, and I still can't look Wyvern in the eye. I have not taken acid since and doubt I ever will. I was raped mentally and spiritually, and for 7 hours relived what a rape victim would feel, but worse, since I believed everyone was in a conspiracy to shut me up.

Truth is, there is nothing on this earth or in the universe better than a good acid trip, but at the same time there is nothing on this earth or the darkest reaches of hell that is as terrifying and disturbing as a bad trip. I was never one of those girls who constantly worries about being raped. Sure, I feared it, but it wasn't something that consumed me. The mind is a very dark and complex thing, and LSD opened up chasms and thoughts I never even knew I had.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 69171

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 8, 2010	Views: 37,213

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Bad Trips (6), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Sex Discussion (14), Relationships (44), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:02
		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (ground / crushed)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

I'm 19 and acid seemed like an awesome idea. No matter how much i'd prepared for this drug, i never could have predicted the wrath and power of acid.

It was 5.20pm and NYE was arriving soon on the night, when i took half a tab at my house. I walked to Hungry Jacks as i awaited my friends to pick me up. I felt nothing after 1 hour so i took the second half. Within the next hour shit really started to kick in and i was at a party where only us 4 were on acid and everyone else were just drinking and smoking. I had a joint with a mate too. i was on the fone speaking faster than my lips could move and then i looked at the clear night sky and saw actual universes going past as earth plummeted through space. the stars were drifting around and i saw portals in the most beautiful sky. boundless energy flowed through my body and insanity progressed every minute.

My close friends, J, Z and D were just starting to peak, and we became gods and everyone else at this party were just sheep compared to us. We looked in the mirror (my big mistake) and saw our own power which made us become evil, and spoke every word with utter passion. Death metal was playing at the party (another bad idea) and i lost control of positivity. My friends and I could understand eachother, yet our thoughts became insane and we had all lost our fucking minds, saying thoughts which made no sense to normal people. 'TONIGHT WE DON'T HOLD BACK' I said and repeated. I tried describing this drug to some guy saying 'this isnt just a drug, this is real, marijuana, pills and anything else is a joke COMPARED TO THIS' i had to let people know the power i had and when some guy tried to make fun of me, i became angry and i shut him down with words so forceful he backed off. This was just my first peak.

My 3 acid tripping friends and I made it to a bus to go to Broadbeach where fireworks were going to display. After just 15 minutes on the bus, it felt like we had experienced 5 hours and we had a fair way on this bus to continue, but i lost my mind completely and forgot all basic ways humans behave, and i forgot what emotions were. Suddenly everyone on the bus started screaming, literally screaming maybe because new years was appraoching, but they sounded so full of hate, fear... they were demons who didnt let us 3 trip in peace. On the bus i saw a girl spew and piss at the same time, me and my friends lost it, ripped our shirts off and i exposed my muscles to try and ward everyone off and to make them stop screaming. My friends yelled to me 'WE ARE IN HELL LETS GET OFF THIS BUS' luckily we jumped off where it was near Broadbeach! (We were at Pacific Fair)

As we were sprinting away from the bus we found toilets but the door was locked so me and jason bashed it with our fists and saw the thick wooden door starting to indent. We just walked off and made it to another party where more death metal was being played, but I knew everyone at this party and they were all on drugs. Everyone seemed so friendly yet I had to get out of this bongsmoke ridden hole and we ran to the beach where thousands of people were. my friends lay down, but I couldnt go down I had to keep moving so I just bailed on them and made it into the crowds.

I saw people fighting and crowds were cheering, and I couldnt understand why causing pain could be considered fun and i questioned every detail about what people could consider fun. I was peaking so hard at this point, I just started talking to this man about logic, he walked off because i wasnt making sense. I closed my eyes for a second and opened them, and my arm was facing forward and this world suddenly portalled out of my hand for me to see everything. I turned 360 degrees and I created life through my hand!

I made for the crowd and asked every person in my path all my questions that needed answering and in turn I appeared mad. 'why is good so good? why do we need good to feel good? what do we need to do to feel good? what is do? I AM DO AND DO IS ALL!'

I made my way down the steps to the beach where the fireworks were being displayed, and when they did... the sky became an orgasm of colours of which I questioned every bit of light with the speed of thought no mortal could manage. all these colours and sounds and even the feeling as the earth shook from every explosion left me paused in time and wonder, not even god could make this night better!

Ok now my mind became what they call 'fucked'. no one was speaking english, I saw my friends again somehow and I ran away from them back to the pacific fair bus station, and I had to find sanity or else I would stay on this trip forever, or just die. so I went up to strangers and tried to talk to them so I could relearn english and find reason to everything I held dear to me.

Then a bus came i got on without paying AND MY MATES WERE ON IT! we gazed at eachother for a moment and laughed in discovery of eachother once more and my mates got me close to home safely. Taking a piss in a bush as I walked home was incredible, it felt like some evil force was being banished out of my member. as I got home I couldnt work out how to open the door, so I lay outside in the night on a pool floating bed thing and just stared up at the stars once more and travelled through space and time as the sun rose.. the clouds were images of screaming female ghosts as they all morphed into one another, but I was in too much bliss to feel any negativity. stars were swirling in the sky and this sunrise of red ignited the clouds into flames and I just lay for hours watching..

If you're having a bad trip or you need to find a way to enjoy it more, look at the night sky and let universes overtake you in journeys out of this world :)

It was all worth doing acid and I loved it

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 76061

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 24, 2010	Views: 6,675

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 20 mg
		 oral
		 2C-I

		   T+ 0:30
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Background: This experience took place in July 2008. I am a male, at the time of the experience I was 23 years old and weighed 125 pounds. I am familiar with a broad range of psychedelic drugs including mushrooms, LSD, DMT &amp; 5-MeO-DMT, Salvia, 2C-I, 2C-E, and have dabbled with many herbs and other substances such as ketamine and nitrous oxide. I take no medications, but use marijuana and yerba mate on a daily basis.

For this experience I took my usual dose of two hits of LSD plus my usual dose of 20 mg of 2C-I. For me, 2C-I is easily manageable at 20 milligrams, and I have experience combining this dose of 2C-I with a variety of other substances, though I had never combined it with LSD before. I already had maybe 50 2C-I trips under my belt at this time. For LSD, two hits is the most comfortable dose for me. One hit doesn’t take me all the way in, leaving me feeling stuck in my thoughts and emotions. Taking three or four hits of LSD can become more of a challenging trip for me, I often feel socially awkward or have trouble communicating clearly at these higher doses. So for me, two hits of LSD is the happy medium point, a dose I am comfortable with.

The experience: The day began with tension in the house, fighting between two of my romantically involved roommates, Star and Eliane. I was adamant that I was going to get out to the mountains today, come hell or high water. I had been working lots all summer and really wanted to get out into nature and enjoy myself. Come noontime, Eliane was on the front deck crying and Star was on the back deck sulking and smoking.

“You ready to go?” I say to Star…

“Sure.” He says. So I bring the car round back and we make our exit. Giving everyone time to calm down, and space apart from each other.

“You still want to do acid today?” I query.

“Honestly… fuck yeah! I need a break… away from all this.”

We took the 2C-I (twenty milligrams each) about a half hour before getting to our hiking destination.  [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]  By the time we were ambling down the first leg of the pathway, two hits of good blotter acid freshly tingling on the tongue, I could already feel a little warmth and colour seeping into things. We had taken the 2C-I half an hour before the LSD in order to time the peaks to overlap nicely. For me, I feel 2C-I within 20 minutes but it takes two and a half hours till I peak and has a total duration of eight or nine hours (at a 20 mg dose). LSD I also feel within 20 minutes, but it peaks for me within an hour and a half and the total duration is ten to twelve hours (at a dose of two hits).

We climbed the side of the canyon and found a mossy ledge in the forest, looking down to the rocks below. Smoking a bowl of pot, and admiring the way the sunshine comes through the trees, imparting a warm golden glow. Green and gold, the colours of the forest, with textured greys of bark and tree, red of mulched needles and pine cones. The acid was definitely beginning to effect me, I felt a sense of nervous anticipation and a little dizzyness. Ignoring this vertigo come-up sensation, we went sliding and falling back down to the canyon floor, an exhilerating ride!

The first stop on our spiritual journey… a journey we are not yet consciously aware that we are undergoing, although the web of synchronicity is already lined up. The canyon takes a turn, forming a natural gateway. During winter, the canyon is impassable past this point. During winter, the path is choked with a thick sheet of ice. On the rock face, in faint red ochre, are some native rock paintings. Fertility rites, passage of the seasons. Strangely, considering we are nowhere near traditional corn-growing areas, some of the portrayed figures seem to be of Coco Pelle, a god associated with fertility and with corn. He is a mesoamerican corn deity, and on the walls we can see the stalks of corn clasped in his hands. Strange to find this drawn on the walls of a canyon frequently by nomadic hunter gatherers of the Northern plains.

Past the entrance portal with its rock drawings, it is just a little ways up till we reach the waterfall. I was remembering the hike from childhood, it seemed like it would take a long time to hike up to the waterfall, but it hasn’t taken us much time at all. The canyon opens up, and there is a towering rock face from which water oozes, drips, seeps out of the pores of the rock and splashes down onto our upturned faces. Covering the walls is a living green slime which we jokingly call “phlegm of the rockies”.

We took our shoes off to better grip on the slippy rock as we clamber up to the waterfall. The water cascading over the small bowl-shaped falls sparkles in the sun, scattering misty rainbows. Water doesn’t get much cleaner, clearer, and energetically activated than this. Tumbling down in a whirling dance of gravity, aerated in the spray, soaking up the sunlight… I think about how we drink bottled mountain because we know how good mountain spring water is. But once you put it in the bottle, it looses some of its vitality.

“Well that was kind of easy…” we say to each other, wondering, what now? What comes next? “Well,” I say, “there is a cave if we go up the canyon a bit more.” The combined 2C-I and LSD was coming on much stronger now. A very lively, interactive and tactile buzz. Lots of energy to hike around, and lots of sensory enhancement. Textures and patterns in the rocks jumped out at me. I was feeling a little bit of phlegminess in the back of my throat. 2C-I often gives me a little phlegm in the throat, but it was easy enough to ignore and just keep walking. Physical activity calms the mild body load nicely.

The wind does strange things through the twistings and turnings of the rock walls. Sometimes it is very still, very calm. Othertimes fierce winds will whip through, a howling wind tunnel all around. As we walk up the valley, the wind is fierce indeed. Harsh sunlight and the wind pushing against us like the meltwaters which flood the canyon only in spring. The wind sounded as if the passing whisps of cloud were tearing themselves apart on the lofty mountain peaks. The voice of the canyon speaks to you, in its silences and in its howlings, if you have the right ears to listen.

Exposed at a turning of the river is a large buttress of soft, sedimentary rock. A conglomeration of gravel and stones held together with sand, the rock is very soft and had been eroded by wind and water into sculputured hoodoos. Improbably, this buttress of soft rock pokes up into the sky, and even more improbably, there is the dark mouth of a cave staring down at you from its face.

We climb the scree slope up to the cave, concentrating everything on simply going up and not falling back down, till finally we make it to the cave’s entrance. On the way up to the entrance, a couple chunks of strange yellow rock (quartzite, which is normally purple or white in colour) jump out at me, and I pick them up and put them in my back pocket. It feels like these stones have been given to me by the mountains and the cave.

Passing into the cave, there is an immediate change in the feeling of the environment. It is calm, perfectly calm inside the cave, through wind may gust and whirl the dust into eddies just outside the mouth. It is cool, moist and earthy. The cave is little more than a grotto (as the name implies), a small rocky womb hollowed out the rock. Not too sure how it would have formed through, in such soft rock and with no evidence of water having flowed out of the back of the cave in recent history. Nevertheless, we are inside our little rocky grotto now, sitting at the back. Looking back down, straight down, to the rocks in the valley so far below us.

The entrance to the cave is a ring, and there are more rings, more ripples of stone coming up the birth channel towards us in the womb at the back of the cave. As we sit, the whole cave becomes alive. It moves, in a very organic way. The muscular ridges of the rock ripple and flow. As I watch, the floor of the cave is repeatedly covered by tree roots which grow out of the rock and up towards us. Then the roots retreat, and the bare rock floor is revealed again. The roots grow back… and retreat… and grow back again. Rooted. Earth. No question of that. Outside in the valley a raven croaks, its voice echoing strangely into our grotto.

Wanting to leave an offering in this place, we dig a small channel in the earth at the back of the cave. The sandy earth is moist, and thick with clay sticking to our fingers. We bury a whole cigarette, organic un-chemically-enhanced tobacco, patting the earth back into place. The earth energy. Oh my god. The power of the cave. With hands on the rock I feel myself being pulled into and through the earth, through the layers of gravel and sand. I felt vividly the presence of the native medicine men who journeyed up this canyon, to this cave and sat here as we sat now. I experienced hundreds of years of time flowing by, the buttress of sandy rock eroding with the seasons, and thought of all the people over those years who came and sat in this cave. The quest for spirit and visions drove them. That kind of power radiates backwards and forewards in time, especially at an energetic nexus point like this.

From the cave, everything flows down. Down, downstream, and down some more all the way back to the parking lot a couple hours hike away. Sitting here, above the valley, in this protective and enclosed womb, we are separate from the valley. Separate from the harsh sun, from the searing winds, a good place to sit and observe the valley and everything that passes in it. Way down below and looking like large wood ants, two sun-stricken hikers pause and look up at the cave, squinting. Wondering whether they can see us in the gloom at the back, and with the sun in their eyes, we wave. After a moment, they wave back, looking incredulously at the slope they would have to scramble in order to get up to where we are.

My cell phone bleated plaintively. Help me, I can’t get a signal. Help me, I’m shielded by the womb-like rock. More and more tourists are gawking up at the cave, wondering whether there may or may not be a bear in the back of it. What they least expect is to see two long-haired hippies come out of the cave, and instead of taking the safe(ish) path down, electing instead to free-fall slide down the scree slope. The limestone was sulphur-bearing and with the speed of our descent we stirred up a dust cloud smelling faintly of rotten eggs. That was fun!

There’s still plenty of daylight and we are still plenty high, so we venture farther up the valley past the grotto. For both of us now, this is uncharted territory. I’ve never gone past the cave before. The canyon has a strange effect on us as we continue upstream. It seems to be pulling us forwards. There is a sense that just around the next bend might be something really cool. Cooler than the cave, and that was cooler than the waterfall before that right? So we’d better keep going, and find that cool thing somewhere upstream. Each bend reveals only more spectular mountain panoramas.

As we are walking up the canyon, it feels as though my mind is becoming… heavy. Fuzzy. We are entering into the spirit realm, a sort of waking-dream state. Hypnotically, the canyon pulls us onwards. A sense of foreboding, of vague discomfort begins to impress itself on me. We debate with each other whether we should be continuing on, or maybe turning around and heading back. How long we’ve been hiking for, how far we’ve hiked, and how much daylight we have left are all questions that get thrown around. With a headful of psychedelics and use of english grammar breaking down at a fundamental level, we carry on upstream but with much confusion and miscommunication.

There is a big mountain now revealed, dominating the skyline. In the late afternoon sunshine it gleams with a golden light, and you can hear again the wind ripping and soaring through the rock crags up high. As awe-inspiring and beautiful a sight it is, I am feeling very threatened. The mountain is malevolent. We have perhaps trespassed too far.

Star turns to me and says “Have you heard the stories about what happens to people walking up this canyon?”

The question is out-of-the-blue and I am startled… “Actually,” I say, “I specifically didn’t tell you about the stories I’d heard about this canyon, because I didn’t want to freak you out.”

“Well what kinds of stories have you heard?” He asks.

“Mostly people who walk too far up the canyon, and get caught in sudden storms. Flash floods. I’ve heard that some of them don’t come back.”

The canyon speaks to you, in its silences and in its howlings, if you have the right kind of ears to listen. Right now everything is still. Deadly still. No wind, no insects, no birds break the silence. In the distance we can see an intriguing rock wall. Blue rock, quite vividly slate-blue. We agree to make that wall our turning around point, at which point we really should start heading downstream and home.

We never made it to the blue rock wall. Star is seeming to fry out on me a bit… he asks if we can just stop and rest for a moment. He seems disoriented, confused as to which direction we came from and which direction we are going in. So we sit on some rocks in the now shady canyon, and the feeling of brooding malevolence bears down on me. Hoping Star has his head screwed on straight we continue towards the blue rock wall. Anxiety grips me. Turn back, turn back!

On the very next rock, an inukshuk stands out blocking our pathway. To reinforce the message further, I hear birds crying in the sky. An eagle, warrior of the skies, is being chased and harried across the canyon by a pair of rock doves. We are sitting on a rock collecting our heads and I am feeling, I am feeling that we have really overstayed our welcome. The mountain is telling us sternly, pointing downstream, this is your path home. It’s a long one but you will get out safely. But don’t go further upstream. Go back.

Star is still acting strangely. He seems oddly hypnotized by the golden mountain. Staring at it, muttering about how the whole thing appears to be made of gold…

“But it’s an illusion,” I say uneasily, “its not actually made of gold.”

“How could you turn your back on something like that, though?” He asks. Resolutely, I turn my back and we start off downstream. “You think we should go back?” He questions.

“Yes. Yes I think we should go back now.” I say firmly.

We had hiked up a lot farther than either of us had realized. Every once in a while, hiking back towards the grotto, Star would ask if we could just sit, chill, hang-out for a minute and I would say “yes of course” and then he would begin staring at the mountain and the sky again. Staring and staring. I could trance out that way too, and I gave it a try… it was a still, blank sort of feeling. But not a comfortable stillness. Something was off about it. We were still in the shadow of the golden mountain, still within its unwelcoming aura. A little concerned for my friends well-being, I would give him a minute or two of trance-staring and then would gather him up and get us moving downstream again.

As we walked, I told Star about this movie that my parents watched when they were young and impressionable, and then showed to me later when I was also young and impressionable. I think its called Picnic at Hanging Rock… anyway, its set in Australia and these girls from an upper-class school go on a field trip to this rock buttress. The rock does strange things to them, as they stare up at the sky and its wind-sculptured peaks. Some of the girls go mad. One disappears, never to be seen again. A man who goes up into the rocks searching for the missing girl turns up days later, sun-crazed and speechless, clutching in his hand a scrap of the missing girl’s shawl. Anyway, I said to Star, that’s the sort of feeling the mountain back there was giving me. As I say this, we come out from behind the mountain’s shadow. The sun hits my skin again. Already I feel a little bit better, but were not out of the woods yet.

After a stiff hike we again reached the buttress of rock and its small grotto. Psychedelic safe-point #1. Your not out of the woods yet, but at least your not still up in the backcountry with no proverbial paddle. This time we walked on the far river bank, looking back up at the cave. It was only now that I noticed the face in the rock. The whole buttress, from this angle, looked like a human head. From its prominent sculpted forehead with alpine grass and trees in place of hair, the scree came down forming a nose. The cave was the left eye, open and staring, the right eye visible in the scree but its lid shut. It was not a kind face, not a gentle face. Stern and powerful. Oh. So that’s the face of the moutain whose will we just tested… well then.

After another stiff hike, we made it back to the waterfall. Psychedelic safe-point #2, within reasonable walking distance of the parking lot. The last of the foreboding leaves me. Everything is going to be fine now. Most hikers never make it past the waterfall anyway, never make it to the grotto let alone exploring beyond. Now I have a better appreciation for why those few hardy souls you do see hiking down from the upper reaches of the canyon always look so wind-blown, so wild-eyed. It’s not something I can explain, but you can go and experience it for yourself. We cleanse ourselves in the stream water and drink a little of the cool mountain springs. The water looks and tastes perfectly clean. If we get beaver fever, I’ll put it down to the mountain’s revenge.

One more stiff hike and we relaxed at the end of our journey by the pond adjacent to the parking lot. Fish jump and splash, gulping down the equally hungry mosquitos. The eagle was out fishing too, his talons perhaps more effective than the lures of the fishers casting around the lake at this dusky hour. It is peaceful to sit on a picnic table, smoke a well-earned doobie and integrate a bit of what we had experienced this day. Admiring the highly fucking deadly poisonous water hemlock growing so innocently like celery in the shallow water, and a few green bog orchids scattered here-and-there amongst the horsetails. There was a buzzing in my head and I was seeing visual patternings everywhere, reminiscent of the afterglow of smoking DMT.

I showed Star my pieces of yellow stone given to me by the mountain. “Depending how you look at things, you could say that the mountain gave me these rocks, that they are special. Or you could say that they are just two rocks that I picked up because I was high on acid. It all depends.” He held them, and spiralled out, giving them back and saying they made his head feel fuzzy.

Did we subconsciously know exactly what we were getting ourselves into, when we dosed and set out on this journey? Back at the trailhead, there was an interpretive sign we hadn’t noticed before. It explained how for the last 500-1000 years, native tribes would seek out this canyon and travel up it on vision quests for spirit and guidance. It had a little picture of some of the rock-art figures. No shit, we said to each other. I did some more research at home, and found that the Hopi tribe has sent groups exploring to the four corners to find land to live in. Grotto canyon is as far north as they got, the point at which they decided to turn around and head back south. That explains the Coco Pelle figure, anyway.

In conclusion, I found the combination of LSD and 2C-I to be a very enjoyable one, these two substances compliment each other nicely. There was a little bit of nervous energy and body load, but nothing too uncomfortable. It was very pleasant for hiking or other physical activity. The visual effects were prominent and I had all round sensory enhancement. Our hiking location, Grotto Canyon, is for real. I have gone back not on drugs and still found the energy of the upper stretches of the canyon very thick and heavy. The land seems to be aware of travellers passing up the canyon. Check it out if you get a chance, sit in the cave and meditate. I have heard the foodsteps of those long ago, approaching from a side of the cave where there is no longer even a pathway.

Love

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 80893

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Jan 25, 2010	Views: 8,134

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		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 Datura

		 oral
		 LSD

		 oral
		 Alcohol
		 (liquid)

		 1 cup repeated
		 oral
		 Tea
		 (liquid)

First of all I am writting this because i witnessed something very interesting during a vacaction trip to a virgin beach in the state of Michoacan, México. The story is regarding properties from the orange te leaves othat i dont know if are known or uknown to moste of the community in erowid,the story happened like this.

I was on my vacations on this semi virgin beach in the state of Michoacan, México named Maruata, several plants and drugs can be found here since many many people come to this beach to experiment with them and the unique ambient and settings of a virgin beach, the drugs that can be found here are most commonly opium, marihuana, lsd, datura or 'toloache' asi is called by the inhabitants or natives from the beach, extasy and others.

We were hangin out with my girlfriend in the camping zone when she had to go to the bathroom at approx 10 p.m, when se came back she told me about this very weird guy that seemed to be on something very potent, she told me that he came up to her and started asking her what her name was, and after that he told her as if i was something very normal to look at his burned feet, he showed her his feet which was baddly burned after steping on a bumfire, he said some other nonsence which i dont quite remember and left, we thougnt that maybe he was on shrooms or something,

At approx 11 pm we were waiting for our food to be served by the locals at this table located in the camping zone when we heard screams and saw movement between all the other tents and saw this guy screaming 'help me', 'he wants to kill me' and stuff like that he was coming up to me and my g.f so i thought he was going to be agressive towards me since my gf told me it was the same guy that tried to talk to her earlier so i stood up but before he reached our tables he tripped and falled to the ground and tried to hide under a table, when he fell he calmed down and remained silent, i came close to him and saw he was awake but silent, he was breathing extremly fast and when i touched his chest i noticed his heart was beating very fast, his body was very hot too, he stayed just laying there with his eyes open for approx 1 minute and i was askin he what he had taken, he didnt listen to me and started screaming again to help him, that someone was trying to kill him, he stood up and start running again just to fall to the ground again.

By this time may of the people that were there were trying to help him, asking him what he had taken but he wouldnt say nothing back, he was just screamin for help, and at one point he started choking himself, grabbin his neck with his own hands and squeezing it, we stopped him from doing that and tryied to calm him down, some people suggested to drive him to the near hospital which is located in the Navy base which was 10 mins away approx, but we couldnt get him in the pick up truck, not even between 7 guys we could get him to the truck, he would just get away from us and go back to the floor, it was like if his body was in total drunkess.

Many locals were watching the whole thing and most of them were saying that it looked like he had taken 'toloache' (datura) and were saying how theyve seen people take it before and never coming back from the trip, or stayin with the effects for about a month. after an hour of this a guy who was his friend came and told us that he didnt know what he had taken, besides some medicine for the burned foot, alcohol and maybe lsd, he said hsi friend went to this island the night before and returned in a very weird state, the the rest happened. While we didnt know what else to do this older local woman came with a coup of some kind of tea and told us to give it to him. We asked what was it and she said it was orange te (orange leaves tea) which as you all might know is very very common, at least in México, is something that we all will have in our houses to drink sometime.

After all this preface we come to the interesting part, we grabbed the guy on the floor, made him drink a lil bit of the tea and INMEDIATLY like after 3 or 4 seconds from drinking the tea he combes back, he stares at us and in a very very very scared, desperate voice tells us to help him, that he doesnt know what he took, that he remembers going to the island but dont remember what he took, then after approx 10 seconds he goes back to his madness screaming and stuff, we give him more tea and comes back, again saying that he is not feeling right, that he doesnt know what he took but that he needs help, to not make the story longer, his friend had to deal with this all night long, giving him the tea, having this guy sleeping and waking up in terror, then going back to a sort of sleep, but everytime he drunk the tea either he came back to reality or was able to sleep a little bit better.

Next day we walk by their tent and see the guy is feeling better, but still has a strange look like he is not completly back, he looks worried, a lil bit scared, confused. So that was the only and last time i saw him, but for sure ill never forget how this so commonly used tea brought him back every time he took it.

I hope this story can be usefull someday, if anyone has similar stories pleas writte them here, if anyone wants more details about the story or wants to talk to me writte me to hateonek@hotmail.com, ok this is the end and sorry for the ortography and grammar, im Méxican so english is not my first language.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 82622

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Mar 14, 2010	Views: 31,344

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		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

Drug: LSD (Lysergic Acid Diethylamide)

Dose: Three Strong Blotters (Hiero's)

M.O.A: -- Oral

Duration: -- 12 Hours

Intro

In my past experiences with this drug, I've typically had a better ratio of good trips over bad ones, and I can honestly say I haven't had too many bad experiences until recently after I dropped this past weekend. I've now realized how fucking crazy acid is, and how any situation can turn out disastrous if you haven't taken the certain precautions to ensure a completely safe setting for the trip.

The Experience

Recently I've had a little trouble finding blotters but this weekend we had no problem getting them in which buddy and I bought and split, 10 tabs total. The tabs were very distinct in detail with multi-coloured hieroglyphics, they looked amazing. A few other friends decided they were also in for a treat, those people being Misty, Josh, and Lisa. As soon as we picked up the blotters Josh and I were immediately compelled to drop hoping they'd set in fast, we were so damn excited.

Within half an hour of having the tabs, it was 7:30, and Josh and I had ingested 3 tabs each inside of a nearby Dairy Queen. We walked around the mall for a bit hoping for the effects to kick in, waiting about a solid 45 minutes. Upon making our way to a seemingly long distanced park, we began to feel almost weightless and we both became completely silent. Everything was so calm yet I could hear brief odd sounds that sounded significantly loud throughout the entire park we were in. It felt as if someone a distance away was talking to me or I was overhearing topics of conversation, It was hella weird. At this point, we found it completely necessary to smoke a nice fat bowl of chronic, packing it full to the brim. We both agreed that this would definitely help with the onset of the trip, and shit..  did it ever.. Within a few minutes of smoking, I could tell I had begun to space out, Josh too.. and within a few hours we would unknowingly and entirely lose our grip on reality.

We stayed in the park for a while longer trying to comprehend what we were seeing; The most intensified visuals we had ever encountered. I sat on the bench staring into the abyss around me, watching everything transform and unify into millions of tiny, detailed fractals. The grass, the clouds, the tree's.. anything I could have imagined was spyralling infinitely, I could not believe my eyes. Standing up from the bench, we walked around really slowly, giggling with seriousness on our faces, not surely contempt with what we were witnessing. Countless thoughts were running through our minds. The world we have been living in, seemed to us was felt like everything that existed inside looked as if it were handmade, but alive this whole time. Still laughing and joking around, we thought It might be cool to try our luck on the swings. Within a few minutes we were swinging so high. With the acid was flowing through our bodies, complete with so much kinetic energy, it felt as if we were literally going fly away. I have never ever felt such a sensation all throughout my body like this before, i was completely mindblown.

After what had seemed to be atleast a few hours, it had been maybe an hour since talking to Misty and Lisa; They had been waiting about an hour after us to drop; I suggested they drop sooner than later for the fact that we didn't know the strength of the cid.. They didn't seem too worried and frankly neither did I.

At about 8:00 Misty and Steph arrived at the park and witnessed Josh and I completely looped out on the things we were seeing, not making any sense at all. They were WTFing. We hopped into Mistys car and headed in an unknown direction to us, asking over and over where we were going and when we were going to get there.  [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]  At this point I was so fucked up while we were driving, I could see nothing but fractals everywhere, and almost everything sounded electronic in a sense, even our voices. We kept driving, dazing out and getting lost in our minds thinking, not knowing exactly what the fuck we were doing. All I could think about was the fact that Misty and Lisa had just dropped, and this is how fucked up we were.. We had to stop driving before they were as fucked up as us.. I looked over at josh and saw this distinct look of disbelief in his eyes. I couldn't believe it either.. we had never in our time of tripping had such intense visuals and mindfuck before, and let me say, I've dropped atleast 20+ times by now and I absolutely could not believe what I was seeing nor could I come up with the words to describe it.. I was Speachless.. as was Josh..

We continue to drive to this unknown location, and Josh begins to ask where the fuck we are repeatedly, once again. Misty replies saying we're going to Lynns while her parents are home.. As soon as Josh heard this he was utterly confused and panicked; We were going to his ex girlfriend's house while on Acid, this was not good at all.

After what felt like forever, and looping out so many times that we were completely lost, we arrived at our destination, realizing that we were in fact at Lynns, Josh's ex girlfriend. He seemed quite hesitant to be there but I didn't really think anything of it. We chilled inside, smoking a few huge bowls as they watched us trip out while we were so gone that they were laughing at us. The weed made us more confused and forgetful. All I could do at this point was stare into the visuals I was seeing with amazement. I looked at the carpet and all of designs spyralled into a complete set of intricate fractals that would never end, follwed by an extremely loud sound-loop into an electronic-like tunnel, or tube.. that lead deeper and deeper and echoed throughout the room as fractals grew with colour increasingly. I felt completely lost and didn't know what was going on. I look around as everyone but Josh and I are laughing and could tell by Josh's look he was starting to lose it, as was I. I remember sitting in this room, looking around everywhere contemplating existance, reasoning with everything in the room, as if everything had an understanding to it. Lynns brother came up to me and asked me if I wanted a beer. I was so fucked up and initially this kind of freaked me out because I was so looped out and could not fathom still, what was going on. I had the rankest body high ever imaginable and felt a huge rush of anxiety amplifying increasingly.

Everyone decided it would be a good idea to go for a little adventure, to take a walk to a nearby park, bringing a few drinks with us along the way. As we're walking I could tell josh was gradually getting more worried. Just the look on his face told me something was up.. but we continued to walk and trip. The walk felt as if hours had passed although it had only been minutes, and the patterns began to flow and replicate through and through, the ground rippling as we walk upon it, the most intense and unified unimaginal, NEVERending fractals like I had never seen before; It was fucked... The area we had been walking through, felt as if we had been there a thousand times before, multiple times over, which confused Josh and I a shitload. After what had probably been about a 10 minute walk, we arrived at Burger King, there were about 5 of us, and this is where things started to get out of control. Out of nowhere I completely forgot what the fuck we were doing, and why we were walking and where. Josh and I looked at each other, completely sketched asking each other where the fuck we were, we had no idea.

The 3 other people around us were now very worried about us but could not seem to communicate with either of us, nothing they were doing seemed to make any sense at all, they were just following us... Everything they said was complete mumbo jumbo, and neither could I or josh make out the words they were saying, however, we could understand each other quite well. I remember standing beside burger king, asking why we had come on this walk, asking everybody's side of the story, but it felt as if they were totally ignoring me. I actually come later finding out that they were actually really worried. As we looked around terrified with what was happening, I looked over at Josh and it seemed that everything around me was manifolding itself over and over again, I could not tell what was real and what was not. It was like i was seeing thousands of everything around me..  At the same time, the fractals were still completely visible and I honestly felt as if I were apart of these fractals, I would flail my arms techtonically, in sequence with all of the fractals surrounding me, It was like i was dancing automatically but was so deep in thought, I had hardly noticed i was doing this.. wow was it amazing. I cannot even fully describe what i felt, but the waves of body highs that came along were just incredible.

After enough freaking out, we all decide it's time to start heading back.. Josh was really sketching. As we were walking, I was trying to enjoy my trip but became increasingly worried about my buddy, he was really starting to lose it. We'd be walking and he became really pushy to get home, he was panicking to the point where he actually ran back to the house. Lynn went with him, and as did I.. trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, and whether josh was okay. I approached the house and saw josh standing on the porch hugging Lynn, he was terrified. Lynn was trying to talk to him, attempting to calm him down, which initially seemed to be working, but when i approached them to talk to Josh, she wouldn't let me.. This confused the shit out of me because I knew josh could understand me, and frankly I was the only one who he could understand, this he later told me. I kept asking Lynn why she would not let me talk to Josh, but she continued to ignore me and attempted to calm Josh down.

I could instantly tell by the things she was saying that she wasn't helping at all, she was just jumbling him up worse, confusing his shit. I remember Lynn asking josh if he wanted to go lay down in her bed... like the good ole' days, it was like she was trying to have her way with him, or so I thought in my mind. She told him to go inside and I tried to enter to, but she pushed me away, telling me not to come in. What the fuck. So i went into the backyard where everyone had settled, sitting on the deck talking about ordinary things, not at all about Josh having a bad trip. I sat down and continued to think, to comprehend what was actually happening. Suddenly Lynn's mother come's outside asking what the fuck is going on. She informs us that Josh is going mad, that they had called 911, and a squad car and an ambulance were on their way. This freaked me the fuck out, because everybody was acting completely normal, like nothing had happened, annd I still had two hits of this really fucking crazy LSD. I immediately got up trying not to panic but countless thoughts were going through my head, 'What the fuck am i going to do?', I was completely sketched out, and the cops were on their way. I instantaneously got up and ran to the front of the yard, panicking not knowing what to do.

Anthony was with me at this point, trying to chill me out. He assured me that people go crazy from acid all the time, that some people just can't handle it. His smooth talking helped, and i finally started to calm down... When out of nowhere a squad car pulls up to the house and both officers quickly get out. They ask where Josh is and i'm completely speechless.. I was wearing tie dye and my eyes were absolutely huge, like saucers. We clearly knew where josh was but i was too sketched and had to peace before they started questioning about where the acid came from, so Anthony says he has no clue where he is, and we slowly start to walk away from the house. This whole time i'm thinking about getting caught, so i calmly grab the tinfoil from my pocket and drop it on the ground. We stayed away from the house for about an hour as there was nothing we could really do at this point but talk it all out. Initially I was really sketched but all of these friends that I met that night, calmed me the fuck down. We walked around, talking about Josh and whether or not he'd be okay. It felt as if we thought he was going to die, I certainly thought he was, after I heard what had happened...

Meanwhile Josh is at the house, apparently saying he wants to kill everybody in the house, or so said Lynn. They took Josh outside and he sat waiting while they asked his name and address, which he could not remember at all.. Everything would have been fine if they left Josh be, it's a trip and we all know that it WILL eventually end. Lynn just initially panicked and called 911 although she shouldn't have. Anyways, the two cops walk up to the house and josh is hiding in the trees and bushes not wanting to come out. He keeps asking if he can just end it..get it all over with, and kill himself. The cops are completely shocked and try to assist him, talking to him calmly and asking about his trip. They attempt to grab his arm (mistake!) and he flips out, punching the first cop directly in the face as hard as he can.. The other cop runs up to approach him and also gets layed out. Out of nowhere he was complete with anger and frustration, still not knowing what was going on. He continued to fight back as they tried to calm him down, this still did not work. The quiet neighbourhood we had been chilling in moments ago, had all of the sudden turned for the worse. Everyone had come out of their houses, wondering what all of the ruckus was about, watching this gruesome scene unfold..

The initial squad car was having so much trouble with him that they had to call another squad car for extra backup. After a solid 45 minutes of fighting with Josh, They finally all wrestle him to the ground and cuff him, and at this point, he is wailing his head against the ground furiously. They get him into the back of the ambulance, still smashing his head into whatever he can, screaming 'I Just want Fucking Reality!' multiple times over. They finally get to the hospital and have a tremendous amount of trouble getting him inside, he is pissed the fuck off. Apparently he was fighting everybody around him, pushing or punching anything he could, even punched the boob of a nurse. They finally strap him down onto a stretcher and load him with a shitload of anti-psychotics. They proceed to ask him who he was, where he lived, where he got the acid and so on, but he had no clue at all. Josh was so fucked up from the drugs they had given him that he had passed out for about a day and a half..

This night will always stick with me and It was probably one of the most terrifying experiences I've ever encountered. I'll always remember the night I possibly could have lost a friend; I think about it all the time. After we had finally realized that Josh was probably going to be okay, but still sketching, we all went home to think about the bizarre events that occured. I, myself had a shitload of trouble sleeping.. In fact, I think I only got a couple hours because of the acid being so strong, I was completely awake the whole night. It was like my body was sleeping, but my mind was racing constantly. When i awoke, it felt as if i was still tripping and I hadn't gotten a single wink of sleep. I got my shit together at 8am and headed off to work. The whole day as I worked, I could recall everything that happened the previous night before.. I could fast forward and rewind through the ordeal, trying to understand where we had went wrong. I thought about what would have happened if we hadn't gone to Lynn's.. It all made sense.. It felt as if I had figured it all out, the reason for Josh having a bad trip was because of his ex girlfriend..

Although at first it wasn't too awkward being there, I gradually realized how much she confused the shit out of him, and that she was in fact, the reason for this terrifying night. Of course she tried to help him, but obviously didn't realize that he was on ACID, and that everything could have and WOULD have been completely fine if she had initially let him be.

Josh got out of the hospital just a couple days later, he was completely fine other than all of the cuts and bruises all over him. I was so relieved, although I wish i could have done more to help my friend, there was literally nothing I could have done. I've tripped with him so many times that I could not imagine anything like this was possible. I honestly think that going to Lynn's played a major factor in Josh having a bad trip, even though we did take a lot of acid..Nothing could have prepared me for this night. It felt as if the meaning of Life had been ripped apart, and placed back together piece by piece... understanding everything clearly in the end. I have never tripped so hard in my entire life. It was definitely an experience I'll never, ever forget. Although this night scared the shit out of me, it taught me a great deal of valuable lessons. Always know your limit.. Test the waters first before diving straight in, you never know what you're getting yourself into, I surely didn't.. I definitely tested my luck that night.. And for FUCK Sake, don't go to an ex girlfriends house on Acid.....

Oh yeah, And of course i went back and got the acid later on :) ha ha

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 80504

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 22, 2010	Views: 8,639

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