		 DOSE:

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 5.0 g
		 oral
		 Syrian Rue
		 (seeds)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

		 1 hit
		 smoked
		 Salvia divinorum
		 (plant material)

		 smoked
		 Opium

		 8 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

This adventure took place over a weekend spent in the mountains of West Virginia at a festival.  On the way there K and I smoked 2 joints.  It took about five hours.

Before I get to the festival I should talk about a dream I had that day.  The previous night I had eaten some syrian rue.  I had the most vivid dream in my life (I regularly have lucid dreams, this blew them all away).  I was making tuna at work when I went outside and sat on the steps of the elementary school next door.  A girl I knew from middle school came up to me and started talking to me.  Just basic small talk, until her mother showed up (I've never met her mother) and they both started telling me, with increasing lividness, that I couldn't go to the festival.  Having just finished my cigarette, I told them to fuck off and started walking back to work.  They tried to follow me, but I ran.  I was back making the tuna when the girl showed up in the room with two black guys wearing those Nation of Islam hats.  They were about to attack me when I realized it was friday night and I should be at the festival, not at work.  Then I was suddenly at home on friday afternoon and I was really paranoid that my friends would forget me.  I tried calling them but no one answered.  I then ran out of my house and down the street where I saw them all packed into a car.  Then I was in the back seat of the car with a guy I'd never met before driving while the owner of the car sat in the passenger's seat.  I told them I needed to get back to my house to get some stuff.  As we turned onto my street it wasn't there, just some random street I'd never seen.  We drove past a street called Wild Orchard (maybe Orchid) Rd, when we drove passed a bus with a painting hanging across the front of it that had oranges and said California, when I realized that the bus driver couldn't see because of the painting the dream ended and I woke up.  Now on to the festival...

There were four of us, K and I in his car.  We got there first.  R and W were picking up some vials and were much delayed.  We had intended to do the acid that night, but since R and W didn't show up until the next afternoon, all we had was about a dime of weed, some Salvia, a gram of shrooms (which we never took), and about 50g of syrian rue.  We smoked the weed, ate about 5 grams of rue each, then smoked some of the Salvia.  As soon as I finished two walls of constantly color-shifting snake enveloped me, this lasted less than a minute.  We finally went to sleep around 4.  We woke up feeling like we had slept for days on beds made of clouds, instead of 5 hours in a Camaro (syrian rue is awesome).

Later that day some guy parked next to us needed a jump for his battery. After we jumped his car he offered us some KB with Hash on top.  It was nice.  He was desperately trying to unload half a pound of it.  He ended up giving us half an ounce for 100 bucks (he was pretty gone:).  Anyway, on to the main part of this tale...

Our friends finally showed up with four vials.  They traded one for an ounce of opium.  I took 8 hits at 6:00 pm.  Then we smoked a bowl of opium (God!  That was niiiice).  I stood staring down the hill when the acid kicked in after about 20 minutes.  The field stared changing colors and my mind warped to infinty (that's the only way I can describe it, sorry).  I saw my mind started warping around invisible points.  The next thing I recollect is it being night and we have a campfire going.  I feel peak after peak after peak after peak.  I keep saying things like 'we're throughly fucked now!'.  This is where I forgot that I had taken drugs. Then the universe collapsed and my whole life went in reverse.  I then realized that K and I were the two entities who had created the universe and it had expanded and contracted an infinite number of times.  I had forgotten while he had remembered.  I had to remember the primal secret before the universe could die and be reborn, but couldn't.

'Is it fire?' I said

'No' K replied

'Pantera?'

'No'

'Metal?'

'No'

And so on.  Occasionally I would come back from the beginning and end of the universe and see a car, which I thought was mine in the year 2039.  I thought I had crashed and was dead.  At one point I looked over and saw someone I didn't recognize, thinking he was a paramedic, I asked him what happened.  'Some kid took drugs and drove.' was his reply.  I then thought I was that kid and was out of my body, which was dead in the car.  This didn't freak me out though, because I knew I had helped to create the universe.

Unfortunately, the Salvia was in my pocket.  I don't exactly know what I did with it, but it wasn't there when I stopped tripping.  I either smoked it and that's what brought me to genesis, or I threw the vial into the fire, or I poured it out and tossed the vial.  I also remember climbing up a beach towards a massive grey futuristic fortress and some other random hallucinations.  When I came out of it I was shattered.  I had absolutely believed that K and I had created the universe.  I kept asking him what happened.

When I accepted that I was just a person we sat around smoking opium the rest of the night.  I was somewhat afraid that I had burned myself, because sometimes when I stopped hallucinating, I was really close to the fire, and I was also loaded with opium and wouldn't notice if I had.

Since then I've been a different person, I used to be extremely lazy.  Now I don't bitch about doing things, and actually enjoy every minute of every day.  I feel like I've been cleansed of the negative personality traits I used to have.  I feel so alive.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6462

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 28, 2002	Views: 25,623

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LSD (2), Salvia divinorum (44), Opium (63), Syrian Rue (45) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

You are about to read about my life altering experience.  I have done approximately 200 some odd hits of acid total. During this particular experience I was on 4 hits and was smoking Hash. On Good Friday of 1994 I had a few close friends over for the long weekend and my parents were away on vacation.

I always mixed acid with hash because it intensifies my hallucinations and levels out any paranoia. I was 17 at the time. We were all very experienced with acid and I  had done it about 200 times approximately always with the same group of people, always at my house.  We would usually go outside for an adventure walk if we felt we needed to intensify our trips, but for the most part we spent alot of time on acid watching Fantasia, Yellow Submarine, and Pink Floyd the wall. We would always burn incense, have candles going, and we would always have hash to smoke in front of the glowing fireplace. It was like a ritual.

For us acid was a very spiritual and scientific experience. We never did acid recreationally although it was fun. We used acid as a way of opening our minds up creatively and this left us impressionable. This night there were 3 of us. My friend Jon and my girlfriend Keely.

This night started as any other would.  We ate our hits and sat down on the couch and smoked hash in front of the fireplace waiting for the sensation to come on.  I was always the first to notice it. As soon as the acid would hit my tongue I would get a wicked chill/twitch and about 20 minutes later I would be well on my way toward a peak.

For me the peak always came on fast.  This night was no different.

I remember watching my ceiling drip and churn in waves.  This was like a reality meter. The more blasted we would get, the faster and crazier the ceiling would get. The ceiling is one of those drip ceilings with the spikey stucco coming off.  Often we would see faces or bodies inside the ceiling but this particular evening there was a skeleton clawing its way across.

Then I started getting flashes. It was as though I was under a strobe light.  When I looked down at the candles and incense burner on the coffee table several of the candles were changing positions each time there was a flash. I could see trails of electricity moving between each of the candles as they flashed and changed position in a circular pattern. I looked across the carpet and it was growing and weaving as though it were alive. I remember the sensation of feeling as though the roof had been ripped off the house and as I looked up again at the ceiling there were many skeleton like creatures writhing there. I could see through the roof of the house and out into the night sky and I was watching the flourescent purple and green hued clouds spark out coils of electricity as they crossed the moon. My attention back on the table, the incense burner was puffing a heavy blue smoke which smelled more like sulfer than incense. As the smoke billowed off the end of the stick I could scry into it and see the faces of evil spirits and the shapes of small demons of various sizes and types twisting.

As the smoke filled out and dissipated throughout the room it seemed to take over and each of the many demons would transform into another equally diabolical looking yet marvelously beautiful form. As this hallucination intensified I could hear my friends making strange groaning noises behind me but I paid no attention. They sounded as though they were whining and that they were afraid but I was lost in this vision. I realized I had been standing and that my arms were waving and that when I concentrated and breathed rythmically in and out I could control the entities within the incense smoke. With my eyes I would follow many of the small demons through their transformation process and I would see them conjoin

as the smoke disappated back toward the fireplace.

The fireplace....  It had taken on a demonic face as well.

It was as though it were a dragon and the flames that licked inside its gaping mouth were the breath of a great wyrm.  I looked up and saw demons leaping about the ceiling and licking through the incense smoke. Faster and Faster, larger and larger the shapes began to grow and twist and change form. The demons would make their form known and then they would change state or disappear into a collective whole.

These spirits looked much like the strange animals and creatures

depicted in occult books and dungeons and dragons monster manuals.

As intense as this was I was not afraid. Instead it was as much

a feeling of incredible power and evil and I could stand and it was exhilerating. It was then that Keely buried herself beneath a blanket and began screaming 'I can see the demons around you!' and I laughed. I was breathing them into the room and my friends were sharing this experience. With a tremendous intensity I summoned up a great figure who's outline I could make out. This figure was standing in a circle and there was a gateway behind it. I could see a three headed dog and other smaller demonic creatures behind the great figure but it was forcing those creatures back through the gateway as they tried to escape into the house.

The figure itself was immensely beautiful. It was so evil yet so compellingly elegant and beautiful. It was wingless but it had horns and I could make out the facial features of its eyes and nose  mouth and limbs although they were but an outline.

Pulsing within this great demon were all of the other spirits that combined collectively as a part of him. Where we would have veins and bone and muscle tissue, the angel of darkness had spirits that gleefully flowed throughout his frame.  It was extremely intense. As he moved, the spirits that were making up his internals would constantly change form flicking from one shape to the next in an endless display of transformation.

There was no audible hallucination but I remember thinking 'who are you?' and psychically the spirit replied to me. 'Many.' 'Lucifuge Rofocal'.

To be fair I had previously studied spirits so I may have invented that name from what I had already read, but for me I believe this. As the monstorous form turned to me I was compelled to one knee. At this point my friends were watching intently. moments later though Keely had to watch off and on because she was so frightened she was trying to shut the site out by closing her eyes. Jon was nowhere to be found. Apparently he had left. The demon turned to me and outstretched his hand and flexed with great might as a display of power. His face flew off toward me and through me and this continued for a split second but it felt like hours. Gradually his form diminished as the ember from the incense stick burned out and the smoke was sucked out up the chimney of the fireplace. One by one each of the spirits traveled their way from where the demon form was standing and flew up the chimney. This was the last time I ever did acid.

It was incredible. It was intense. It has led me to the belief that acid is a gateway drug which can allow you to see into other planes of existance that run in parallel as our own, just at a different speed. I don't know whether this was a mass visualization (3 people saw it including myself) or just a very intense hallucination from a mega dose of LSD and hash but it doesn't matter to me. If my mind is capable of being that creative to be able to visualize something that intense (no artist could ever paint this.)  I doubt it. I believe it was real.  I believe and I will never see things the same way again.

Exp Year: 1994	ExpID: 6779

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 26, 2002	Views: 21,804

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Entities / Beings (37), Mystical Experiences (9)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

My journey with LSD began at the tender age of 13. I had smoked weed, indulged in inhalents, alcohol, and mushrooms by that time, but I had no idea what I was in for. I had (and have) never loved or been as fascinated with a drug as I was with Lady LSD. From the very first time she flowed through my veins I was in love. That piece of me that had always been missing was filled.

The first that I went sailing down the tunnel was in December of 1999. I don't remember the experience very well, but as my friends bathroom span around in circles heading towards the bottom, I went with it. During that acid trip I did not open any doors or hit the bottom of a tunnel that is similar to a castles tower. But as always I popped up near the end, with only vague memories of what had happened. Vague memories of everything spinning and an upstairs room. This was on 16 hits of paper.

During the summer of 2000 I was almost invincible to acid. I knew what the fuck I was doing. I knew the hallways almost too well. I knew which doors to open and I knew the secret to controlling acid. And that is: NEVER FORGET THAT YOU ARE JUST ON ACID! It is simply chemicals reacting in your brain. One of my mottos is never to forget. A person can go very far into the buroughs of their minds with this information. Not to mention it is a very handy skill to have in social situations as well as realationships.

It was a weekend that I will never forget. I was on at least 30 hits of acid. A combination of two different papers and a vial of Lavender acid. The night before had been a pill of E, opium, and seven hits of acid. My friend who had just suffered a traumatizing E experience had run away from home and was looking for the answers to everything. He was absolutely convinced that the only way to find answers was to take more acid. This led to his demise. I realized this as we stood on the shores of the Pacific Ocean at five am. Later that day he claimed he was god and began crying without his knowledge.

A few days later he was in a mental institution. He was released and is looking forward to doing acid again. But this experience did not hinder my acid usage. Neither did watching a guy who could not remember his own name because he had taken twelve hits of some amazing liquid and one in the eye. I helped him out of a tunnel. According to him I had been sent from god.

Regardless to all of this happening in a two week streach, I did a washout two weeks after my friend was admitted into a mental hospital. A washout is an empty vial filled 3/4 of the way with whiskey, preferably vodka. Shake it for a minute, drink it, then cut the vial in half, suck on the pieces, and the cap. Wahla. It will take you beyond, around the bend, and maybe back. It all depends on what you do with your crispy creams (your mind).

This was my second adventure down the tunnel. I fell down it. As I fell I laughed at myself. 'Ha ha ha ha ha. You did this to yourself.' I was suddenly a book and had closed. I had been locked closed like a diary that can be purchesed at Save-On. I knew I had gone to the end of the tunnel. But what was in the middle of it? 'How did I get to this upstairs room in my mind?' I pondered. The house is dark and Victorian with a tower. The upstairs room is painted blue. The transportation around the house is by row boat. There is a room where I am a wall and I play ping-pong with my psycologist, who incedently also is a wall. There is a room with gears. This room is very frightening. It is how I imagine hell to be. I can feel gears moving. My organs spinning around my body. I can feel my blood pumping through my veins. I can feel my heart slipping out from in between my lungs. In my mind the words, 'It'll be okay, it't just acid' plays over and over and over again. I refused to forget the cannel where the boats stop and rest. I jump into another boat and go to another room. As I went to sleep I thought, 'I cannot forget this, because this is acid.'

But when I woke up the next morning, I could not get back so easily. 'This is unfair,' I thought. For some twisted reason, I wanted to live there.

For the next six months I took part in dropping acid every week for three days at a time. My other drug use had worn down to nothing, but lots of alchol, acid and the ocasional meth, weed, and E. And I am the person who shocked a group of people shitless because I had not tried a certain drug. I can no longer remember which drug it was. By that time if someone had drained the LSD from my system they would have gotten atlest a very potent vial or two. And I was ontop of the world. I was the conducter of singing flowers.

Febuary 2001. 1 pill of E and 18 hits of acid in approximately 24 hours. I was wondering around a rave listening to a girl who was talking about her father. He just so happened to be a pedaphile. All I was thinking was, 'God don't allow me to explode.' 12 hours later I somehow found myself bird watching, drinking Scoresby, and playing in the snow. How I got there is a story all of it's own.

It was the night of my wedding to my wife, Candy Flipper. We had shared a washout of our vial and then shared the washout of friends vial. If there is nothing else that I have learned during my time with acid is that it is not good to mix different kinds together and no matter what anyone says, I promise there is a peak. The evening began with our wedding in her bathroom and then dancing to the Beatles in my parents home. We later joined eight friends who were also under the influence of LSD. My wife and I being the acidheads of this collection of people. None of these individuals had ever been able to keep up with our acid sprees. They often shook their heads, some how knowing where they would be if they ever dared to attempt that much lysergic acid diethylamide.

There were two people getting into a fistfight. One had the looks of a Polish boxer from the 1920's. The other had the looks of an angry Mexican clown taken from a sticker sold at Del Taco. He then warped into a Russian man. We're at the Garden and it's 1927. The Russian man turns into a black man named Boris from 1860's New Orleans. There is a tree, it is 40 feet tall. 'Do not fall on me Mr. Tree,' I say. 'You'd have to run really far to not get his,' my friend says. I move away from this saveage beast for fear of being crushed alive. We decide to go to visit the Sahara. On the way we pet animals that are made from shrubbery. We get chased by cops, and find balloons in trees. My friend goes blind, but with the help of milk his sight is saved. Always use milk when there is too much chlorine in your eyes. The went blind but returned friend then almost gets eaten by a gaint bush with the help of snow and mud.

Throughout this experience I was sacred shitlesss that I was going to loose my mind, but where would I loose it? My wife had called it earlier. 'We're going to go insane tonight,' she had said. We returned to my friend's garage only to find what I call the center of the earth where the Indian died. I then came up with an elaborate story about how it can only be opened by a Sea World backpack that was sitting on the sofa. I somehow got into a discussion of how this man bought an island and could not pay for it. He was forced to ride his bicycle in a closet because he could not power the island.

I then took a trip to the center of the earth. I went through the little divot in the concrete and down a segment of tunnels. They looked as the pipes on Mario Party for Nintendo 64. I saw the Indian who had died there and had made it holy. I found where dinosaur bones had been buried by China men, but this was nothing. At the center of the earth is a metal core, the nucleus of a giant cell. Inside is a man riding a bike who is powering all of earth. Allowing her to go round. He was wearing a red Adidas jogging suit and had a 19 foot long beard that he had wrapped around his baldhead. I popped out of this place only to realize that I had opened the door and that I was in Wonderland. And I had also led my wife to the center of the earth. I had documented my journey out loud. Ten minutes later as I listend to a song over and over the most amazing thing occured to me. I had always been there, in Wonderland; I just had refused to see it. This was the last time I did acid.

It has now been almost three months. Since then I have fallen down the tunnel while sober and had a very distinct voice living in my mind pop out once. She said, 'You're insane.' The tunnel caved in on me once and I went to Wonderland where green pterodactyls fly. I saw it snow in my bedroom and thought that my bed was covered in ants. They were not ants, they were little men rowing in brown boats with blue oars. I also sometimes feel as though I am moving. Sometimes I wonder if everything that I see might fall away and that I will fall into a white box. I always see transparent things flying in the sky and there a green and pink wallpaper behind everything. These flashbacks ussually show up while I'm sober, but escalate to high altitudes while under the influence of certain drugs.

After all of this, one might ask if I wish I'd never gone so far or dared to drop at all. I don't regret any of it. I love acid, but it is time for me to put it into a drawer and trip off of what is has left me. I did almost everything imaginable under the influence fo this drug. Got married, raved, jumped on trampolines, went to Disney Land, watched wallpaper, watched a shower floor, climbed trees, went to museums, done cartwheels on the edges of three story buildings, learned to drive stickshift, went to school, swam for eight hours straight, read, and climbed moutains, some of which I fell down.

Acid is one of the most beautiful drugs ever disocovered. It was not meant for harm, only to help people. It is not a drug that will turn a person into a junky. It may send a person mad and jumping out of windows seeing white rabbits all over the place, but when you look back, if you're anything like me, you will have found the answer to what ever you were looking for. Whether you knew you were looking or not.

It will most likely not be in the shape or form that you expected to find it. It may be in the shape of a metaphoric house in your mind or in a lampshade that protects you fromt he werewolves that jump out of mirrors. On acid reality is very difficult to run from. If you try, it will chase after you. Biting at your ankles like wild geesse convinced that you are a loaf of bread.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6828

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 9, 2002	Views: 8,458

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LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

I had recently bought four hits of LSD blotter when I was informed by someone who had done this particular batch before that it was really weak stuff, and you'd have to eat a lot to get really high.  I didn't pay too much for the blotter, so I really didn't care.  I decided that I'd trust what the girl had said, and I'd take all 4 blotters at once.

Well Friday rolled around, and I had just spent some time goofing around with some friends and I was feeling pretty good.  I was planning on doing the stuff Saturday but I was pretty happy now, and I had nothing important to do later, so I decided to do it then.

I dropped the stuff at about 6PM, I held it under my tongue for a few minutes then I swallowed it.  It left a strange 'fresh' feeling in my mouth.  I didn't really start to feel anything until about 7PM.  It started with a feeling that things were somehow different, and I started to feel slight sensations of joy running through my body. Soon after that things started to take on a dream like state.  I don't know how you dream, but it was like dreams that I have.  They're in color and everything sounds and looks a little bit hazy and '60's color t.v-ish'.  I felt like I was somehow external of my own self.  It was like I was inside myself but I was experiencing things in third person.  A strange but interesting feeling indeed.

I was riding in a car for part of the time when I was high, and this was great.  Whenever the car turned or bumped I would go into a pleasurable feeling that would encapsulate part of my body.  It was kinda like the body feelings I get when I take LSA (Morning Glory extract) except to a much lesser extent.

These effects started to die down at about 10PM, but I still had an off baseline feeling for the rest of the night.  I tried to go to sleep around 11PM, but found it very hard.  I eventually drifted off into sleep, but it was very restless.  I woke up around 5 or 6 times that night. I finally went into a deep peaceful sleep at around 3AM.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and alive, as I usually do after taking a hallucinogen.  Given this was my first time with LSD it was a good experience, but it didn't have all the funky visuals and feelings I expected it to, so I was somewhat disappointed.  I attribute this to the weakness of the blotter.  I would repeat this again, but with better quality LSD.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6853

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 16, 2002	Views: 8,807

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 10 g
		 oral
		 Syrian Rue
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:10
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:45

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I made a crude extraction of Syrian Rue by boiling approximately 20 grams of the coarsely ground seeds in water and lemon juice.  I kept the brew on a low boil for about 2 hours, drained off the orange liquid into a cup, and repeated the process with fresh water and lemon juice.

The next morning at 7:00 a.m. I slowly consumed a beverage made from sugar and about half the syrian rue extract.  I thought the extract of 10 grams of seeds should be about the proper dose for MAO inhibition to synergize with the two doses of LSD I consumed 10 minutes later.  I had packed a backpack full of enough gear to stay outside all day, so I foolishly got in the car to drive to a local park about 15 minutes away.

I arrived at my destination before the drugs started their effect, but as soon as I got out of the car and started to walk around, I realized I was extremely dizzy, light-headed, and sensitive to sunlight.  I continued to walk into the woods, but my symptoms progressed to increased sweating and nausea. I proceeded to vomit the Syrian Rue extract and LSD onto the ground.  I felt slightly better, so I decided to head back to the car.  I slowly dragged my tired body to the car, stopping to catch my breath every few minutes.  Just before arriving at my car, I had another vomiting session.

I foolishy decided to drive back to my apartment before I became even sicker.  On the drive back, I had to take a few minute off-road break for another session of vomiting.  When I arrived, I managed to become comfortable on my bed.  I then slept, vomited, and smoked marajuana to reduce nausea for the next 8 hours.

I think the MAOIs of the Syrian Rue caused a hypertensive crisis and then induced sleep for a recovery period.  I had avoided all foods and drugs unsafe with MAOIs.  I do not know if the LSD had any effect since I vomited it up so early.  I do know that it was foolish of me to consume an indeterminate dose of MAOIs.  Be careful of overdosing on extractions of Syrian Rue.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7472

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 25, 2002	Views: 19,098

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LSD (2), Syrian Rue (45) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Health Problems (27), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

My first time frying was a chance experience.  A lot of my friends had tried acid, and always had good things to say about it.  I was at a pool hall where all the stoner people hung out at night, and my friend Brandy (who was one of the more experienced people, having spent a lot of time in Berkeley) bought 40 hits off a friend of ours, and was more than willing to share.

I took one at about 8:00, and didn't feel anything a half hour later (although I've found with experience that this is total crap, I was told at the time it shouldn't take longer than that to kick in), so i asked for another one.  She gave me two.

While waiting for it to kick in, my friend Bit and i were wrestling in a grass circle, and she pinned me down, and i looked at her face in front of the black sky, and her pupils seemed to dilate inward, like a cat, and her long teeth seemed to grow like vampire fangs.  At this point, i think the people who talk about their bad experiences would have freaked out.  But i was ready for anything, so i laughed, enjoyed it, and told everyone how cool it was.

As it was coming on strong, i was feeling very hyper and happy, and i was sitting on a park bench (sort of) with my feet on the seat, and my head on the ground.  I was talking to my friend jeremy, and all of the sudden, his pupils blinked!  They were huge, of course, because by this time we all had the same dosage, and his eyes were suddenly completely hazel, and then all black again.  I took a double take, thinking about how wonderful it was, and went to talk to some of my other friends.  they were wondering around, staring at trees.  My friend cinnamon showed me a discovery that she called 'ganjaland', which was a group of trees that appeared to be huge pot trees.  it was beautiful.

Many details of the night can be skipped here for the simple fact that they are unimportant, but i will say that we hooked up with a friend who had a car, crammed 8 people into a VW golf, and cruised to a few different places to get more Sid (at one point i took my fourth and final hit of the night) and some weed and some OJ and so on.  Then we retired to Buchanon Park at about 12:30 or 1:00.

The park was beautiful.  The trees all swayed as if made of rubber, and it seemed like Buddha was waving hello at me.  Then one of the greatest experiences of my life occured.

It was windy (as it always is in the bay area), and there were sprinklers wattering a small island of grass.  I became somewhat hypnotized by the water, and started walking into it.  As i came into the middle of the flying water, i could actually see the wind.  There are no words to describe the feeling of being able to see the wind.

As a buddhist, I believe that i must have some good fuckin karma to have been witness to such a beautiful thing.  Throughout my entire first trip, there was never a time that i felt that i had lost control, or that it was too much.  I was not a buddhist at the time, but this experience was probably one of the biggest influences on my ability to believe that there is a spiritual world that we cannot normally see.

For just six hours, i was in a completely different world.  i felt like i had been in a completely different dimension, and felt so much more alive having seen it.

I've fried about 7 times since then, taken more and less, even had one bad trip (motel room?  friends with weapons?  sex (which causes guilt for me, cuz i want to be celibate)?  all this added up to the more terrible set and setting possible), but i've never had nearly that much fun on a trip.  it opened my eyes to a whole new world, and although i do not in any way condone the use of lsd for people who can't handle it, nor do i think it should be legal or easy to get, i will always love taking my twice-a-year trips to a whole new world.

My future plans are to fry during the day for the first time, with hopes that it will open my eyes to more new great things, and that the lack of darkness and shadows will cut down on the paranoia i've felt every time except my first.  Acid is a connection to something we cannot understand or accept while sober, and for those of sound mind, an experience that cannot be substituted or replaced.  I'd recomend it to anyone who is honest with themselves.  I think that people who have problems with acid have too many skeletons in the closet.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 6977

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 10, 2002	Views: 9,061

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

The beginning of summer in 2000, memorial day weekend to be exact, I consciously left my body on journey of an alternative reality.  My setting was a music festival in California.  I thought I was injesting 10-20 hits of good liquid LSD.  I find out later I got a 'Chunk' in the last of the bottle.  A tiny little Crystal of LSD.

I really don't think I was in the appropriate setting for this type of extensive interfacing but there I was.  In the Moment.  Past Present and Future lined up into one and created a lattice work of moving eternity so I jumped on.  I went through many synchronicities lining up people in my life events coming into place.  At one point in the reality I was in I Birthed universes for the future or past or the infinte.  Time has a funny way of bending and contorting in this altered state.

The birthing process brought me closer to oneness.  I had a hard time re-entering my body.  Everything turned to ones and zero's and negitive one like on the internet.  I actually felt like The planet had a big net over it and to re-enter I had to go through it.  Very unpleasent in a digital way.  The most interesting thing happened to me after this experience.  My eye color changed for three days.  I have green eyes and after this experience I had bright piercing electric blue eyes.  People around me were commenting as well as my boyfriend.

I have made an explanation to my self about this.  How scientifically sound it is I don't know.  I know lighter eyes let more light in them.  So on my journey I believe I interfaced so much with so much light(truth) that my eye color adapted to that frequency of learning on that level.  As far as set and setting, the universes I birthed there was me pissing my self here, I ended up hanging out with rock med.  I would not trade my experience for ANYTHING.  I also woundn't take such a high dosage of any thing in a festival setting with out someplace to go where you can let it all out if need be.  It is important to have acess to a space on this demension that can haddle your body mimicking what is going on in other demensions you may be traveling. I use this and all other alternative reality experiences every day to further the study of self.

It is funny how one experience can impact you so intensely that it is still teaching you in a year.  This memorial day weekend I attended MINDSTATES2.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 7264

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 28, 2003	Views: 9,791

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LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), General (1)


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

		   T+ 0:40

		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

I was going to a rave party with other friends, but we called the infoline and they said police had arrived and all was fucked up, so we stayed in the city. Found four Condoms [LSD] (one each). taken and gone to a friend's house.There, after about 40 minutes, LSD started to makes the usual effects: distorsion of the meaning, sensorial waves, mild hallucinations etc... We filled (very hard to do) three chiloom with charas, smoked and keep tripping with charas in the lungs. But in a while i felt something wasn't going the right way, I became very paranoic and feared to make something wrong to my friends,'cause I was too much respectful, I was afraid to breathe, 'cause I tought it may steal the air in the room. Desperately I spoke about it with a friend who taken me not out the paranoia but through the paranoia just hangin'me on. And then I sitted and ZOOM!!! my two eyes closed and opened the third one.

I was feelin' in the same time good and bad Vibrations, hot and cold, I could not say what I saw,I may answer: White and hot. After I don't know what I remember I gone to the peak of a mountain, sitted there and start staring the sky with eyes i've not used. Then I stayed there for a lot and then became the mountain.

I saw, then became, the being which fill all of us. I was definitively in a state of trance, and I moved my body ( For ex.I went to the mountain walking) like I move it now or ever, but it was more 'live', I was nearer to the being, Iwas a better image of the being, Iwas near to God...... you can judge it as you like, one thing is real: my life has been changed by myself, now I am a man alive; I woke up after a 21 year sleep.  I felt like: 1 it was my first LSD trip; 2 I was born in that moment.

I took LSD before this one time but never happened what LSD allowed me to make it happen. I had a Mysteric (like the Mysteria in Eleusis. The ritual drink, the kykeon, was made with some grains hops or something like that on wich grew claviceps purpurea...you can read 'bout this in a essay written by Albert Hoffman; in Italy its name is: Mysteria of Eleusis)experience. When I was in school I studied those things, Mysteria too, and I knew before the trip but never expected. Anyway the key I used (I realized this later, when my eyes re-opened) to break the maya's veil or anyway you call it, was to walk trough my paranoias and my bad feelings, looking at any part of me of which I was afraid, looking my miseries I was able to connect to the being. and it helps me even now in any situation I feel more owner of my body and my mind. Anything that once before I could only see-from-away, now I enter in. I am more human. This happened 2 months ago.

One more thing I like to say is: LSD is, relatively, a safe substance. I think when you're going in a bad trip means that you are working with the alienated part of you, the part of you driven out of the human settings by anything...the state, police, Church, TV, violence, anything you like, because anyone is unique and each has his 'weltanschauung'(I don't know the word in English, it's something like how you see the world).You are working with this part, you are seeing the inside of you. That's enough I don't want to force you to interpretate my experience (if you are reading, probably you are interested, if not Why you waste your time?). Bad trips aren't things from which run away, they are important to face one's unhuman face. Thanks for the attention and excuse for my macaroni english.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 6856

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 16, 2002	Views: 10,072

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Cannabis - Hash (93), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 3:30
		   repeated
		 insufflated
		 Cocaine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

I've taken a fair amount of acid the past few years, but none at all the past 5 or 6 months.

Last night I took 2 papertrips -'blotter' a madhatter and a california sunshine, I was at a friends house, who refused to do acid, this is because of bad comments passed to him about the drug, he said he'd wait and see how well i was doing before he'd munch 1... so we are alone, music was playing, mainly listen to soft rock (Limp Bizcit, Korn -some house) mood was awsome, have no fears of parents rocking up or just uninvited guests...

I munched at about 21:30, he ditched me a while to go and get some coke for him, and later, save some for me...

So I felt all the usual about 45 minutes later, things start moving, etc... and I noticed an ant that appeared to be many ants after about 5 minutes (I think 5 minutes), this ant just became more and more ants, it was hectic and i thought I should take the show to another room till he got back...

It bothered me to walk to the next room, cause it was like replacing your thoughts of that room in another room, I didn't feel comfortable once, uptight, metalic taste in my mouth, my eyes kept on delaying...I walked into his glass sliding door and this was completely hectic, cause that moment just kept on playing back in my head, and I felt like I was to be carefull of where I was walking and not to stand on anything..(there is nothing to stand on).

He got back at about 22:15 and when he walked in the first thing he said was, 'did you notice the sliding door?' and that just freaked me out. Were ants everywhere or I was just too scared to want to notice ants, and he didn't know about the sliding door, he meant that he just that day had a sliding door put into his lounge... this is not how I thought of it though...

I thought he knew...

He had the coke and began cutting the shit on his glass table, it looked dirty and unclean in full meaning of the word, I felt like my life was going to end with a line...like that line could ruin my life, I mean 'it is cocaine you know'

We wondered around his house for a while talking and laughing at weird and sort of storyless pictures hung on his walls, it depressed me how he could have a picture of his grandmother on the wall and right next to it have a picture of 2 dwarf mime artists playing tricks on each other, something about that made me think of treachery and just then I started to discover(in my head) that his whole family are treacherous toward each other and just some things made me think of him becoming treacherous toward me, and I became more uncalm and more hectic and I couldn't look at him the same...

I thought he would at some point stab me, and do things to me that would end our friendship...

I couldn't handle the sight of him, and he kept on pushing me for an answer... wanting to know why I couldn't trust him or talk to him, to me it was like he was starting to torture me for something I wouldn't tell him...

He kept on telling me, 'dude the acid is fucking you up' like over and over again he would tell me this... and he tried to explain that he is one of my best friends and that he would never fuck me around... or backstab me in anyway...he convinced me to have a line of coke with him, but all the way to doing this...it was about 01:00 and we sat infront of the table with the 'c' and we just talked and shit looked like it was engulfing him and I felt like I was about to become a victim of lies, so I grabbed the card and told him that I should cut the line...I was adamant to cut the lines, and he said to me: 'dude, you are like my brother (but looked like he meant it) why tha fuck would I want to do these things, you are never munching acid with me again, and I am never taking this shit.'

I cut the lines about 4cm's long and about 3mm thick, I shnarfed first, as soon as my head rose, for some reason I laughed in such a cynical way and (a burst) he looked at me and I just saw him as like my protector, and the hallucinations toned down by like 80% and I was on an elite coke vibe, plenty of depth in thought (but in a realistic manner) I felt completely comfortable as he shnarfed his line, and he said to me when he rose from the table, 'I lost you just now, and where ever you were, you are not taking me there.'

No more acid for ME, no more acid EVER, not in this lifetime, depending on the music and vibe and place, things can become so sick and twisted that I forget reality so harshly that people can look by 1 action like they are conspiring against you...

The coke helped me to forget my fantasy (this was chaos) always talking about how fun the world would be in complete Anarchy...

LSD helped me to realise that it was the world I created for myself, but that world will help me to only become more Chaotic in my head if I continue to be rebelious in words and in action...

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7274

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 19, 2003	Views: 49,710

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LSD (2), Cocaine (13) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), Bad Trips (6), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 400 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Gabapentin
		 (pill / tablet)

		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

Before dropping acid a few days ago, I tried to do some research on possible interactions with the mood stabilizer I'm on, gabapentin (trade name is Neurontin). This is used not only as a mood stabilizer but also as an antiepileptic and in low doses as an insomnia treatment. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any information, so I went ahead and am now submitting this so that others doing similar research won't come up empty-handed.

I take 800mg of neurontin and 40mg of prozac every day. The last time I tripped, a year ago, I was only on the prozac and it didn't seem to have any effect on the LSD. To try and keep chemical interactions to a minimum, the night that I tripped this time I did not take the prozac and took only 400mg of neurontin.

I was with 3 people, who had all eaten one tab. Because I was a little nervous about tripping with two of these people, I started out taking only half a tab (these were gel tabs, not paper), which I ate around 11:45pm. An hour later, my companions were all definitely tripping, but I was not feeling anything at all. The other half of the tab had broken into three small, and at 1am I ate one of these three pieces. At 1:30, I ate the other two pieces, for a total of one full tab. I was still not feeling or seeing anything at all. At 2:30, I finally ate another half a tab, figuring that if this didn't work I would just go to bed. Around 3am (more than 3 hours after originally ingesting the half a tab), it finally started to kick in and the floor started to bubble (this always seems to be the first sign I get that acid is working).

The only difference between me and the other 3 people tripping was the neurontin, so I assume that the slow onset is a result of that, and possibly the prozac which although I didn't take that night would still have been in my system - though a year ago the prozac alone didn't do this.

Once the trip started, it hit me full force within about a half hour, and I was somewhat regretting having taken that last half a tab. Once I got over the initial paranoia, though, it was a terrific experience, mostly thanks to the music we were listening to (alternating Bach piano pieces and Pink Floyd). It started to die down slightly around 10am or so, and a couple hours later I fell asleep and woke up mostly sober at 7pm (but still with slight tracers).

So, in sum, if you are on neurontin be patient for the acid to kick in and don't overdo it just because you think it's not working! I would be interested to hear about others' experiences with this combination.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7194

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 15, 2002	Views: 58,763

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Pharms - Gabapentin (183), LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 3:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

I had been wanting to take acid for a LONG time and I finally got my chance. It was sort of a last minute thing....

One of my friends got a hold of 2 hits of acid and he sold them to me. I went to work with my two hits at about 3... and at 7 I ate one of them not expecting to take the other one. I felt a bit light headed right after i took it... not sure if it was because i was nervous about the idea of it being my first time, or if it was from the actual drug. Well i got out of work at 9 and i still wasnt tripping, so i called my friend 'E' and i went back to her house.

At about 10:30 i took the second hit, figuring i might not even trip at all. Around that time i had been starting to see the walls sort of breath in and out, not very STRONG.... not enough to say i was really 'tripping'. We went into the kitchen and ate some food. I started staring at the table, and it started to sort of wave. The more i stared at it, the more it would wave. It made the same type of motions as the ocean would. I looked down at my hand... and the tips of my fingers kind of waved out like each of them were made of candle wax... bending up and down like they were slowly melting into long streams of color. I was facinated with it... i must have been staring at my fingers for a good ten minutes. Then we got up and walked into her room. Suddenly the walls and the floor and the celling looked like the table did, except waving much more. This time the waves pushed in deeper, and pushed up higher.

It was about maybe... 1 AM. I layed down with a blanket. Each wrinkle of the blanket rippled out like water. It was crazy. We lit a candle, and it kept pulsing in and out, as if it was actually breathing. Everything looked so real. I left to go to the bathroom. I got in there, and stared at the counter where the sink was. It slowly just sank from the middle all the way to the floor. With a blink of an eye it went back to normal. I flushed the bathroom toliet and freaked out. The sound was so loud it scared the fuck out of me. For some reason i kept having to go to the bathroom after that. I made E go with me and stand out side the door. When i was finished i'd open the door, and then flush the toilet. It sounds funny right now as i read that over, but really it was a scary thing. For a few hours we were up just talking about everyday shit. We started talking about reality bullshit. From there i came up with an interesting theory about reality. I decided... there was no such thing as reality... but only the one you are given.

'Pick a color, E'

'Blue'

'What if the you're seeing isnt the same blue that i'm seeing? Blue is a cold color. We both know that. What is a cold color? How do you describe it exactly? Words dont mean anything, they're all made up. You cant really describe what you are seeing to me with words, because they arent descriptive compared to what we see. Everyone who uses communication based on words is ignorant. You cant tell what something IS using words because everybody interpets them differently.'

That thought depressed me for a little bit, but i eventually got over it. I tried to figure out a different way to communicate without using words. I thought it would be a great way to express communicate. I did think of some different ways... but now that i think of them they didnt really make sense at all. E got a little bored of the topics i was talking about. Of course, i knew... eventually E got tired and wanted to sleep. She blew out the candle and i freaked out.

That was the point where it started getting bad. I felt so alone. All she wanted to do was go to bed, and for some reason i didnt understand why she would want to do that to me. I kept thinking she wanted to ignore me and just go to bed. I sat there in the dark crying for about a half hour. Her wall is covered in prints of paintings. I looked at a portrait of some guy and it felt like he was just staring at me. His eyes kept blinking real fast. The other picture i looked at was a picture of the ocean with clouds above and thunder bolts coming from them. As i stared at it, the coulds started to move and the rain drops sprinkled down on the ocean. It was crazy, but i was afraid of it. The water motions were still very intense. I just wanted them to stop. I looked into a full legnth mirrior of myself. All of the features on my face kind of melted together. The mirrior would wave back and forth. I admit that was pretty fucking cool, but still... scared the shit outa me. I layed down and tried to fall asleep, but whenever i opened my eyes the trees outside the window looked like big giant black ants. Not really ants, but... creatures... i can best describe them looking like ants. The would blink at me, and just stare at me. That was probably the most terrifying thing that i could think of. I smoked a cigarette. The cigarette looked like it was melting into my head... kind of forming over my two fingers. It reminded me of when you tear an airhead candy apart and it sorta draaagggsss down to your fingers. Thats how the cigarette looked. Evetually i was out of cigarettes, E was still asleep, and i got a little bored of the hallucinations. I tried to sleep. It was hard. I closed my eyes and i saw these red lights springing around my eyelid. They looked much like the hallucinations you would recieve from robotripping (DXM). At some point though, i did fall asleep.

I woke up at about 10 am. I saw the hallucinations that i saw in the very beginning of my trip... the mellow breathing in-and-out on the walls, floor, and celling. I was mentally okay, but i felt as if the night before never took place. I felt like i dreamt it all. It wasnt an exactly bad feeling... it just made me feel really weird. I went to work at 12. I smoked a butt on my cigarette break and the hallucinations came back... full blast. I was afraid they would last a while... but they only lasted about 2 or three minutes.

It may sound really corny, but ever since ive tripped... that one stupid time... i have felt different about lots of things. Things that mattered to me before dont matter anymore. I look at life differently. I feel its a positive outlook, maybe it isnt... but i like what it has done to me.

Over all i'm glad i had the chance to trip... and i would most definatly do it again. If i had to do it over again, i wouldnt do it at night. Tripping at night can be fun as long as the person you are with doesnt fall asleep on you.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7379

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 24, 2003	Views: 12,162

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Glowing Experiences (4), Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 0.1 repeated
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   9 kg

About a year and 4 months ago, I was a student with an important deadline to meet. At the time I was chronically tired and unable to work, as the result of severe insomnia.

So I began taking small doses of LSD (tenth of a tab,at a time) as a stimulent to give me the energy I needed to prepare my presentation. After doing this for about a week, I was admitted to hospital with muscle spasms in my neck and shoulders, which kept me more or less incapicated.

Extensive tests failed to detect anything wrong, and the spasms wore off after a week. However they had not gone to stay, and reoccured regularly over the next year. Prolonged tensing of neck and shoulder muscles, preventing normal activity,confining me to bed and computer games....Severe depression.....still unemployable.

Advice to self: LSD is a very powerful drug, NEVER take it like coffee.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 14068

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Aug 1, 2002	Views: 15,577

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LSD (2) : Multi-Day Experience (13), Post Trip Problems (8), Health Problems (27), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 2:00
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   115 lb

Well, hopefully this will help someone (at least to feel like they are not alone).  This is more than a one night experience for me.  One night I was with my boyfriend, best friend, and another mutual friend.  The mutual friend provided us a hit of acid (lsd) and we were comfortably experimenting at home...chatting, and dancing, listening to music, etc.  This was a few days before a big move (across country).

[[ I had previously done lsd on several occasions (a dozen or more times...I took 2 hits once, and the rest were taken in singles...maybe it should be added that I had done organic mushrooms about 4 times before--once I had a bad trip w/ no long term effects). ]]

Anyway, we enjoyed the hit of lsd for a couple hours when it seemed to be wearing off.  Disappointed, we realized we had one more hit left over from a previous trip (this hit had not been kept in the freezer as per our usual).  We split that hit into fours and took it.  About an hour later, I felt it coming on...I was dancing, paying no mind to anyone else...when immediately we all felt the same overwhelming desire for the trip to be over.  It was too intense.  Some people were watching movies, trying to stay sane (this didn't work because we could not keep a grip on any kind of reality), this led to praying (people making amends with God, you know), some ignoring what their mind was telling them (matter over mind, in this instance).  By the end of a near 8-hr. night I had the most monstrous headache ever.

To my dismay, this was not the last of my horror night.  I have always had lasting effects of lsd traceable in my sight.  It was a gradual progression of intensity due to a gradual use of lsd.  No big deal...afterall, I had seen those same things while tripping.  (Hell, I didn't have great sight before using lsd.)  Well, after my big move, I went to the movie theater to watch a movie (A.I.) and at the very end of the movie I started tripping hardcore.  This was new to me.  I thought I was going insane (it is different when you are expecting a trip).  I can only relate this feeling to maybe taking lsd while alone and in an uncomfortable environment--scary.  It is scary enough to think that people cannot relate to what you are feeling or going through.  Well, this experience was not the only one.  I had several mind altering experiences.  I eventually told myself it was migrains.  (I would sometimes be completely impaired from doing anything...even concentrating.  Sleeping would be the only real help...and after 30 min. of waking up, the cycle would start all over again.)  The migrains have lessened, but I still have long-lasting anxiety that I feel was initially caused from that one bad trip.

Now, some people have described flashbacks as fun or just visual in nature, but mine was like having that same bad trip all over again (I was feeling more bothered psychologically while having a plaguing headache...it did not feel like I needed to rid myself of the drug, which is usually accompanied by an aching mechanical feeling).  I was never sure if that one bad flashback was because of my continued use of lsd or if it was because of the one bad trip I had in which I had feelings of having periodic psyochological impairments.  Perhaps, it was just the fear-factor caused from this bad trip or from something else, but I am constantly plagued by very bad headaches (which, have lessened in time...about 2 years thus far), periodic anxiety, and even schizoid/depression on different occasions.  I tried taking medicines (tylenol, IB Profen (sp.?), sinus medicine, etc.) for the headaches, but these only made the headaches worse.  I stopped taking those medicines altogether for fear of worsened headaches, which for me often led to more heightened anxiety.  Caffine, diet pills, exercise boosters, etc. all had very bad effects too.  I got headaches from taking these even when I had none beforehand.  Those types of boosters still have a wearing effect on me that has not lessened in time...in order to lessen the negative effects of those boosters, it helps me to be active (exercise), which also helps the trippy-like effects (delusional, psychological, emotional, and physical impairments) to wear off.

Moreover, I had and still have problems smoking marijauna (which, was never previously difficult for me:)  Also, wierd psychosomatic urges would come over me when watching really wacky movies and those same urges come over me when playing the part of a daredevil (climing to the tops of mountains).  I suppose this (again) could be me relating slightly frightening situations to the terribly unnerving trip I had while on lsd, but using the lsd has undoubtedly led me to be much more hypersensitive to drugs (legal and illegal), and to situations (both in the physical and spiritual world).  Oddly, I feel much more aware (or maybe just crazy) and this both can scare and invigorate the mind.

What has come out my experience(s) is that I do not have any desire to do lsd again; and I am also wary of taking any other mind altering drugs (esp. those chemical in nature) and I am additionally cautioned when taking perscrition or over the counter medicines and substances.  I have only had a passing thought of taking organic mushrooms because my thought was that maybe I could replace the lasting bad trip phenomenon with a more natural/and maybe more spiritual enlightenment with which to replace my bad remembrances.  Again, that was only a thought and not a thought that I have given much attention.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 22703

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 18, 2003	Views: 33,974

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), Health Problems (27), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 20 mg
		 oral
		 2C-T-7

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 0:00
		 35 mg
		 oral
		 2C-T-7

		   T+ 1:00
		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

There isn’t much to this report, but I figured it would be interesting and important for me to share my experiences with others that may be thinking of trying this combination.

I have mixed 2C-T-7 with LSD twice.  The first time I took 20 mg of 2C-T-7 (orally) and one-hour later I ate a hit of 'average' potency LSD.  The idea was to have them both peak at the same time (2C-T-7 takes much longer to get going).  There didn't seem to be any particular synergy between these two materials.  At first, it seemed just like a powerful 2C-T-7 experience (similar to perhaps 30 mg orally) but gradually the trip became more LSD-like.  All in all, the experience was very pleasant and I spent the evening in a small jazz-club listening to some fine live music with a friend.

The second time I took 35 mg of 2C-T-7 (orally) and one-hour later I ate 1 1/2 hits of the same LSD I took the first time.  I don't remember much of the experience.  I was very cloudy mentally, and at times was even mildly confused as to what was going on.  From what I do remember, it was a very confusing and unpleasant trip.  I experienced some difficulty walking at times, but no other negative side effects besides the usual nausea from the 2C-T-7.  In the end, it was a waste of two fine materials for a night that was completely pointless and unpleasant

I will never take LSD and 2C-T-7 together again.  I found no special synergy between the two and, at high dosages, the experience (for me) was one that included amnesia.  That tells me the combo is a no-no for repeats.  Proceed with caution if you plan to experiment with a combination of these two materials.  Start with very low dosages.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 17851

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 30, 2002	Views: 12,108

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2C-T-7 (54), LSD (2) : Various (28), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

Still hoping to come to grips with a bad trip back in the stone age.

I was in the Navy living with other guys off our ship. I was alone in the apartment. I took one micro dot and waited for the effects. Nothing seemed to be happening so I said what the hell and took one more. In a short time I started coming on to the acid. I was listening to Bob Dylans It's all over Baby Blue song and decided the words were getting too weird for me. I turned off the album and turned on the radio. the DJ said ' things are different now that this is all real aren't they ?' An implosion took place like everthing was being sucked into me along with a feeling of panic. THE GUY WAS TALKING TO ME ! I changed stations and the same effect was happening, they were talking to me too. ( Boy talk about a big ego ,eh). Then they would play music and the words all had new meaning. It's like the songs were allegorical of Humans being trapped in eternity with even death as no escape. Words had special meanings as in poetry or a code. I thought I had died and was in Hell.

This lasted for month. I could dismiss the whole thing if other weird stuff wasn't happening to me as well. Strangers on the street would come up to me and quote verbatim things I had said to others, but in a mocking way making fun of me. All this and I was in the Navy too. Couldn't really talk about it for fear of being locked up, plus I was too paranoid to trust anyone. Man this place seemed like it was filled with demons. To this day I can't quite beleive it was all my imagination, though I sure hope so. I will say one thing it did for me, I think there is more to life then meets the eye. I found this site looking for others who may have had similiar experiences. I recommend not doing two hits of anything ;)

Exp Year: 1971	ExpID: 18164

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Oct 14, 2002	Views: 8,898

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Post Trip Problems (8), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 0:30
		 20 mg
		 oral
		 5-MeO-DiPT
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

I have mixed foxy and LSD on two occasions, both at the Burning Man festival, and had really positive results both times.  The first time I did it I took a microdot which had a moderate amount of LSD on it and then took the capsule of foxy powder about 30 minutes later. The two chemicals seem to complement each other in marvelous and unexpected ways, erasing any of the negative effects I usually have from either of the drugs.  The effects are very euphoric and I find myself filled with energy and feeling very positive and social.  I am having a lot of fun hanging out with different people and dancing and not feeling self conscious in the least bit as I usually do when I'm tripping. I walked a long ways with two of my camp mates and we explored various art projects on the playa and had a lot of fun laughing and talking.

Dancing seemed to enhance the high and I felt like I was dancing better then I had danced before. I spent about 4 hours dancing to breaks in a big tent full of about 400 people and firedancers. I didn't notice too many visuals apart from an extra glow and color to everything after several hours. The effects seemed to be more of a body high and euphoria. I felt very sexually charged as well, but released it through dancing. I danced into the morning and watched the sun rise for about 30 minutes.  Watching the sun rise on the Playa after being up all night is always an amazing experience, but I felt like it was enhanced in  and I felt very spiritual and happy with myself. I continued to dance for about another hour but had to depart on my bike because I thought my feet were going to fall off from dancing so much. That night I slept like a very happy baby.

My other experience mixing these chemicals was similar except that the acid I took was about 2 - 3 times as potent and seemed to override most of the foxy effects. I was also not in as positive of a mind state and so that probably took away from my whole experience. I felt much more psychedelic, which I liked, but it made it harder to control my thoughts. After hanging out with a friend for a while I began to feel much better and had a wonderful night. I would be curious to see what that experience would have been like if I had taken 15 mg of foxy. Or maybe even 20 since I had built up such a tolerance from that week.

Conclusion: LSD and Foxy mix well.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 17684

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 12, 2002	Views: 10,574

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LSD (2), 5-MeO-DiPT (57) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		 3.0 mg
		 insufflated
		 Pharms - Alprazolam
		 (pill / tablet)

		 9 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

A seemingly inexhaustible supply of green geltabs was available to me in the spring/summer of 1999. Me and my friend whom we'll call 'Jesse' each dropped two hits of acid on an incredibly humid summer night.

A lot of people who have done acid (in any form) and like to drink beer know that you can drink countless beers when you're tripping. Alcohol in general seems to have no effect on me if I'm tripping (although it does taste very good)! That's where I got too cocky and made a HUGE mistake that I am still learning lessons from to this day.  Also, many people who have mixed alcohol with a tranquilizing drug (in my case, Xanax) know the extremely pleasurable feelings it can bring as long as it's not overdone. My brother had given me a bottle of Xanax because he had stopped taking it. The bottle contained twelve .5mg pills, six each for me and Jesse. We crushed them up and started snorting really huge lines when the acid began to peak.  When the Xanax kicked in, I couldn't fully explain the sensations I was feeling. My tongue was numb, my eyes were watering, and i had almost a 'tunnel' vision. It was weird. On top of that, I was tripping my balls off.

Me and Jesse start wandering around the streets down by the tracks for awhile when we decide to head up to Twelfth Street, where my friends were throwing a kegger. So we go to this party, tripping our balls off and feeling completely twisted from the pills, laughing like crazed lunatics. We got to the party and made our way to the keg in the back. We both start drinking like a couple of fishes. That's when the trouble started.

By about my sixth beer, i began to feel even stranger than before. The numb feeling in my tongue had taken over my entire body, and soon I dropped to my knees, unable to stand. But I was still tripping so I was still laughing and having a good time. I figured that the acid I took would keep me awake, which it did, but I soon lost touch with reality when I started on my ninth beer.

I don't remember anything after that. The next thing I knew I was lying in the alley with rain pouring on me. It was dawn when I woke up. I had to have been out of it for at least six hours. I thought that I had just passed out, but when I went back upstairs, there was a savage scene: broken beer bottles everywhere, smashed keg cups, ashtrays dumped on the floor, and my best friend Jesse passed out on the kitchen floor with a bloody nose, covered with broken glass. I already knew the story before it was told to me: apparently when I blacked out, I had gone ballistic and started destroying the place. Jesse had tried to stop me and supposedly I cracked him in the face with a beer bottle, knocking him out cold. About twenty minutes after that happened, I had left the party (but of course I didn't go far, because I woke up in the back alley).

Know this: I am not a fighter. I have never been the violent type. If you look at me, I'm tall, skinny, and certainly not tough- looking. The whacked-out combination of drugs I took had sent me into a vortex I'd never visited before and NEVER want to visit again. Since then I'd never taken any more acid or downers.

The moral of the story is: Even if I am on a drug that keeps me wide-awake (such as acid in my case, or meth), mixing alcohol with downers can be lethal. I consider myself lucky. When I finally did go to sleep, I could've never woken up. I had taken an amount of chemicals in overdose proportions.  Sadly, it took this kind of experience for me to be more responsible with drugs and alcohol.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 13435

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 10, 2003	Views: 56,622

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Pharms - Alprazolam (98), LSD (2) : Overdose (29), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Combinations (3), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		   repeated
		 insufflated
		 Cocaine
		 (ground / crushed)

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (dried)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   220 lb

Earlier this year we threw a party for our friend Erica who'd been away and was coming back.  We decided to let her try acid because we did it a lot and she said she wanted to try it but never had.  There were six of us when we started out.  Everyone dropped 2 hits of red gel and we smoked a blunt while waiting for our trip to kick in.  Normally none of us do coke but our friend had just gotten a large amount of money and bought some for the party.  We did a couple lines each and had something to drink and within an hour we were all starting to feel the acid.  All through the night we just kept smoking weed and drinking and would occasionaly do a line.  At some point we cut out 4 lines (2 of the people didn't want any).  Erica wanted to go first, and without realizing what she was doing, she did all 4 lines.

The rest of us just gave each other a kind of weird looked and I could tell they were as concerned as I was.  A few minutes after that Erica started talking about how fucked up she was and stated she had never done as many drugs as we'd done up to that point.  She then went on to tell us she was feeling weird and her heart was beating too fast.  We told her of course it was, that we'd done a lot of drugs but the acid was just worrying her that she was fine and what she was feeling was normal.  She sat down with her beer and seemed to be watching tv so I thought she was fine.  I rolled another blunt and we laced it with some coke.  After I finished I went over to sit where everyone else was so we could smoke.

I looked at Erica's eyes and she was staring past the tv, as if it wasn't there, and they were filled with tears and I could see panic and terror all over her face.  I gave the blunt to our friend to light and asked her if she was ok.  She started balling her eyes out crying telling us that she was going to die, she'd done too many drugs.  By this point we were all tripping our balls off and everyone got really quiet.  I'd never saw anyone flip out before on acid although I'd had a few scary experiences with it myself.  I told her she was fine and that the drugs would wear off by morning.  She started shaking uncontrolably and crying more and just saying over and over that she was dying and we were lying to her about her being fine.

Then there was a knock on the door, I just knew it was the cops and we were all going to jail, but luckily it wasn't.  It was a couple of my friends coming to see if they could score a couple hits because I'd tried to get them to party w/ us earlier but they had another party to go to.  I invited them in and warned them about Erica flipping out to just be calm around her and not do or say anything crazy.  We joined everyone in the living room and Erica was still sitting in the same spot, face soaked in tears, still trembling.  I was sitting across the room from Erica talking to my friend and I was watching her from the corner of my eye, trying to stay focused on whatever it was my friend was saying.

At one point I looked over and Erica was staring at me, looking totally helpless and lost and I swear, even though she wasn't saying anything, she was talking to me.  She was telling me about how she was worried and thought she was dying.  I just smiled at her and in my mind I told her it was all the acid, to trust me.  I told her I knew she was scared and that I didn't know what to do or say to make her feel better, but I knew she should would be fine in a few hours, the acid would be gone, and for her to try not to worry and enjoy it.  At that exact moment Erica smiled back at me and said (none of this was actually said out loud I remind you) I see, I get what you're saying, thank you so much...and at that moment she wiped her face clean of her tears and got up to get another beer.

After the 2 guests left the incident went unmentioned because Erica was doing much better and no longer scared and no one wanted to mention it out of fear it'd throw her back into it.  The rest of the night/morning went fine and everyone went to sleep about the time the sun was coming up.

A few days later I was asking Erica if she remembered the whole thing when she was wigging out and I was talking to my friend and looked at her and smiled and she said she did and asked why.  I told her about the conversation I had with her in my mind and her face turned pale and she said the exact same conversation went through her head at the same time but she felt stupid about it later and hadn't wanted to say anything.  Every since then she refers to me as 'her alice', which, if you're not familiar with the Jefferson Airplane song 'White Rabbit' that probably doesn't mean much of anything.

Sorry that was so long but that was one of the most amazing things I'd ever experienced on acid.  I had never been really good friends with Erica (but very close to the rest of the people at the party) but after that we've been very close friends and refuses to trip any more without me around.

But anyway, the moral of the story is that above all else when using LSD, remember, YOU'RE JUST TRIPPIN'.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7444

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 4, 2003	Views: 1,186

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Second Hand Report (42), Bad Trips (6), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

This experience happened quite a while back. It was by no means my first or last experience with acid, but hopefully it conveys some of the reasons why it is my favorite drug.  Enjoy.

My boy E had just returned from a trip with an entire fifth gallon of liquid.  It was yet undiluted, and he graciously gave me 10 drops of it, equally distributed onto 5 space treats.  Although it was already past midnight, we glanced mischieviously at each other and knew it was time to ride.  We quickly got my girlfriend H to agree to the mission, and for the fourth traveler, we phoned my friend B.  We told him to go back to sleep and await further instructions from us in person.  E, H, and I hopped in my ride and took a 15min ride out to the country.

At 2am, we awoke B, who lives next door to one other house.  It was a cold, winter night and we shuffled indoors to stay warm.  Once indoors, B greeted us with some organic tea.  We lit candles and made ourselves comfortable with some Dj Cam.  We each took just 2 hits (later to become an inside joke), and centered ourselves for what was to become the energetic apheleon of our lives.

Although lsd usually takes an hour to come on strongly with me, I was beginning to get serious teeth chatter and body shaking within 15 minutes.  The tea made me have to piss, and when I stood up from the circle I tried to walk down the hall to the bathroom.  Already quite confused, I stumbled in the hallway and landed on B's bed (fortunately).  My friends were very concerned about the noise, but I assured them that I was OK as I burst into nervous laughter.

In the bathroom, the lights were out but just enough candle light came in for me to make out the fixtures.  Within seconds, my mind was tricked into thinking that the walls and doors had become some sort of 'ice'.  I started thinking of how get out, but then figured out where the door was and proceeded back down the hall to rejoin the group.  The group I came back to had been rapidly accelerating as well.  We joked about how crazy this was already becoming within 20 minutes of ingestion.  Little did we know.  The next hour or so are pretty vague in my memory.  First of all, an ice storm began to rage outside (literally).  We were marvelling at how the weather was mimicking our mental meteorology.  All of a sudden, the power went out.

We weren't too upset about the light because we were already on candle power, but the music went and the heat went almost as quickly.  This led to some confused negotiations about leaving or staying B's tiny and cold house.  We were pacing about the place, and in and out of the front door.  No one had any destination or idea what was happening.  B suggested we sit in his pathfinder to warm up for a moment.  We all piled in and the heat felt good.  While seated in the back with H, I was being taken down a tunnel into darkness at high velocity.  It looked as though I was levitating and flying over infinite rows of seats in a theatre with a luminous screen.  There was no sense of actual body.  When I tried to realize sensations, for example my hand, then I would trap a very vague concept of hand along with some mixed signals of whether or not I could feel my own.  The visuals were extremely intense and there was definitely some concern from B as to how to handle it, as he had never gone so hard or deep before.  Colors were literally pouring out of molecules of thin air and vaporizing into fractals of tangible reality.  There was very little difference between eyes closed and open because it was all becoming one concept.

B's confusion became sort of pathological and he wanted it all to end immediately.  E and I, the most experienced out of the Four tried to calm his fears despite our own dealings.  He got paranoid that the neighbors would hear us going in and out, and that the music was too loud (remember, the power was out).  In an effort to make it all stop, B told us to leave, as if he could just go back to sleep and pretend we never showed up with the liquid launch pad.  He literally locked us out, and we heard him rummaging around inside.  We tried to convince him to let us back in and that his idea wasn't going to work, but he wouldn't listen.  E, H, and I had no choice but to drive home.  Woah.

Now some people might get concerned that three travelers in our state of mind would take to the road in an ice storm.  H and I seriously questioned whether this was even conceivable, but E assured us that he had it as long as I could back out of B's long, steep driveway.  My black car loomed before us like a dragon, huddled together against the cold.  It breathed and swaths of paisley camoflauge spun off its back.  We got in and began to leave.  E took over the controls once on the road and I in shotgun.  We pumped the drum and bass on my system and let the heat flow.  The experience of moving at high velocity was breath-taking in our heightened state.  Everything visual and tactile was so warped.  Suddenly, H grabbed my shoulder from the back seat and squeezed the hell out of my arm.  With great fear in her voice, she told me she was falling into nothingness.  I tried to calm her down and told her that we would take care of her, but she was really on her own.  Her energy spun me for a loop and I could no longer tell where we were.  I thought seriously how crazy it was getting in B's house, but didn't understand anymore that we were in my car.  E had his shit on lockdown though, cuz we were all of a sudden in my parking lot.  Scared H wanted my keys to get in the house, and I sat back to see if she could figure out how to get in.  She almost started crying but I ran up to show her how to use them.  She looked at me like I was some sort of magician.

Indoors and with power on, we continued to experience massive amounts of spacetime distortion.  While talking to H in one room, I explained how strange it was upstairs and she told me I hadn't been up there yet.  I started to geek out at how confusing it was on this unprecedented level of tryptamine infusion.  We couldn't decide on what was really happening, so at some point we just chose to surrender to the hyperreal vortex of particles and energy.  My sober roommate awoke to have us turn down the music.  We just started laughing at how he floated in and out of the universe we created.  Until we saw him, no one had even considered the possibility that there were others in this place who weren't experiencing the same thing.  In my mind, there was absolutely no concept of sobriety left, and all sense of ego was dissolved.

We went to my room to sit and enjoy the ride.  H dissolved into the bed and didn't move for the longest time.  E and I just looked around the room and felt.  My room, lights on, was transformed into a 4 walled patio with a perfectly clear and starry night sky overhead.  Don't ask how, it just was.  B called my house and said that he had calmed down and wanted some company again.  We told him to ride on over if he felt comfortable driving.  He was down and 20 minutes later was at the door.  Upstairs we all synthesized some incredible energy flow and transfer.  H finally snapped back into our consciousness with a big smile on her face.  She said she had gotten lost in the bed, but was glad to be back.  The positivity we felt after getting through the first few hours was incredible.  For an hour in that room, we just sat in silence and looked around.  It was the surface of an alien planet in a time when none of us existed.  The speed and variation of the visuals was sooooo intense.  One thing I remarked about using lsd of this concentration is that the crystalline structure of my visual field was composed mostly of large pieces.  This is one reason why it made it so difficult to discern what the physical world was.  LSD of a lesser concentration seems to appear as smaller particles which allow one to see what objects are versus space.

After what seemed like eons, we realized dawn was breaking outside and we wanted to go for a stroll.  Up we walked on the slick street behind my house.  The trees were totally encased in ice down to the last twig.  The sun reflecting through this giant prism was unforgettable and amazingly beautiful.  All of a sudden, we heard a loud 'crack', and an enormous tree (70' oak) fell across the street right behind us in slow motion.  The noise and sight were unbelieveable, drugs or no drugs!  We were so awe-struck, that we questioned whether it had really happened or not.  After a minute of playing on the tree, we chose for it to be real.  It entirely blocked the street and narrowly missed crushing two parked cars.  We continued walking.  Sometimes I felt too conspicuous to be outdoors whilst blowing up so hard.  I thought that I was throwing up my insides and turning back out in a continuous cycle of mental v physical awareness.  It proceeded like a hollow, flexible and crystalline cylinder at light speed through the universe...continuously rolling and sliding in impossibly complex patterns, such was my consciousness.  The meditation was intense and beautiful.

Later in the morning, we tried to eat at a restaurant.  My buckwheat pancakes were more interesting to look at then to eat.  They tasted like air, but were hard to swallow.  On the surface of each blue-violet circle I could see new worlds forming and dissipating.  I remembered reading about how it would look if you peered out of a black hole into which you were falling.  Before the event horizon, you would see galaxies' birth and death in firework-like speed and splendor.  E, being the old master that he is, ate my breakfast as well as his own.  After another hour or so of kickin it back home we all split up.  H and I showered together and then hit the bed.  E and B flew away for the time being.  In bed, we made love with pure and energetic spheres of radiance around us.  The soft one and I drifted off into a light sleep with surprisingly little resistance, exhausted and clean.

I awoke around 3pm with a start after a 4 hour nap.  The visuals were still very noticeable although nowhere near as intense as the peak hours of madness.  I had an overwhelming feeling of calm and purity to the point where I cried lightly a few times.  We just kicked it inside my lovely little apartment smoking high-grade herb and snacking on real foods to replenish ourselves.  E and B later came over to revel in the afterglory.  It taught all of us alot about ourselves and brought us even closer together as friends.  Throughout the previous night and forever afterward, we would ask E how many hits he actually put on our space treats.  With his mischievous smile he would reply 'just 2'.  Later he would ask us, 'just 2?', and then laugh his ass off.

I recommend taking smaller, known doses for the uninitiated.  For the experienced traveler...well, sometimes you just see where or when the path leads you.  Overall, it lasted for ~20hrs before totally leaving us, thus the day after was still very interesting.  That night of the ice storm is called 'lsd death night' by H and B, but E and I call it 'automatic ice'.  It took me to the edge of sanity for a long time.  I loved the person that I found there, and we emerged together with a profound love for life and the Earth.  The harmony of existence is infinite.  Here is something that made me cry the next day in light of the experience, I hope you enjoy it as I did:

A heavy snowfall disappears into

the sea.  What silence!  Knock on the

sky and listen to the sound.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 24375

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 11, 2003	Views: 9,605

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

This experience was not exactly life-changing, or interesting in and of itself; that is not why I'm choosing to share it.  However, it has left years of self 'experimentation' finally concluded, and I feel these results are VERY interesting and ought to be shared with others.

Some background that I feel important, is that at the time of this trip I was 19 years old.  I had been avidly using LSD for over 4 years; and for 2-3 years had been frequently using [or at least experienced several times] Cubensis Mushrooms, MDMA, MDA, Ketamine, Cocaine, Crystal Meth, Nitrous, DXM, Opium, 5-MeO-DMT, 2ct7, Marijuana, Amanitas, Salvia, and Alcohol; using something approximately 4 to 7 days a week.

Almost three years prior to this event, I had taken approximately 9-12 geltabs [windowpane] of LSD that were evaluated to be of potency of 400-500+ ug [3600 - 6000 ug].  This experience truly started my 'experimentations.'  I within 5 minutes lost most sensory function, within 10 lost Complete function, and suffered 4-6 hours of complete blackout.  Approximately three days later, I returned to 'baseline' [hallucinations greatly halted.]  I experienced panic, confusion, and delerium until about that point, and had extremely noticeable psychosis for 2 weeks; trailing for 6 months more at least.  This caused me to swear off the chemical for about 16 months.

Upon returning to it, I was determined to gain absolute mental control.  Functioning after the 'bad trip', I learned that I could eventually overcome all of my panic, and my fears, and my emotional afterburns if I came to understand them.  I focused constantly on having complete control over my feelings, and emotions.  Beginning my 'experimentations', I would take LSD (or other substances) and during the experience force complete control on myself.  With more and more practicing, (for months and months I would trip once, or twice a week.  Initially on 5-10 hits, boosting throughout a night every half hour to 2 hours with an average amount of 5) I reached the point where I felt no matter how much I would take, barring taking extreme amounts to begin a trip (fearing delerium), there was no point at which complete control could be lost.  However, I figured my experimentation would never end; as I did not have the nerve to test myself on any great amount.

Fast forward to event; in the said night I had realized through great talks with people that I was going to begin toning down all of my drug usage.  I had been smoking extremely high grade Crystal Meth for 8 days prior, sleeping only 2 times during this.  I also decided, that I was going to get my life on track, and stop selling drugs.  I was extremely happy that things had shifted, and I felt that it was time for my life to move on.  However (maybe a sign?), on the way home from this night; a cop pulled over the car I was in.  Keeping good to my word, I ate everything I was holding at the time (other people in the car do not deserve to be at risk, for my choice of having drugs on myself).  This was $200 in 40's of Crystal Meth [just destroyed, no real effect as I coughed up the bags later], and a quarter sheet [25 hits] of extremely high grade blotter.  (~100 ug, myself being the 2nd person to touch the product after the sheets were soaked)  I did not want to trip, I had been under intense stress lately, and I had already been up a very long time.  Within 15 to 20 minutes, I began to trip.  Within 30 my vision was completely skewed.  Somebody was with me during this and vouched for the fact that, I was able to keep myself at a point of calm, converse practically as if sober (for a small period I had problems expressing myself), and was in complete control.

However anybody takes this information is entirely up to them, it is not given to suggest that what I have done with myself is a good idea, or that this is something anybody should ever do.  However; it is true to life evidence, that confidence and focus can reach a point such that this chemical can be handled in large amounts, under any condition, without horrible results.  The power a strong mind holds is absolutely unbreakable, and if you choose to frequently take LSD [or any other substance] I highly recommend you give this some serious thought and give it a good try.  The resulting confidence I have [and you surely can] gained in my mental abilities will surely help me in everyday life, and is something I feel I will never lose.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 7489

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Jun 19, 2003	Views: 618

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Overdose (29), Retrospective / Summary (11)