		 DOSE:

		 3 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 2.5 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms - P. cubensis
		 (dried)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   139 lb

For the past 5 years, LSD in San Diego has been non-existent. From what I know, ever since the rainbow brothers got busted in SF, trafficking LSD down here has been scarce. Lucky for me, old friends I have in El Centro spontaneously pick up vials of mediocre acid from unknown resources. I don’t give a fuck, I just want what I have longed for, since my last experience in Feb. of 99'. As soon as I got off the phone with my old buddy, I gathered a few of my close friends down here and we drove up there. It was a non stop party as soon as I got there until I left, I guess that’s the way they live, and are able to live considering they own their own skateboarding businesses, or are professionals. So, buddy M, after smoking a few bong loads, calls 'T' into the room, and 'T' is holding 3 vials in his hand, and a blotter sheet in the other. I screamed with excitement and handed the man 110$ for one of the vials. I contemplated on whether I should do it then, or save my long reunion for when I'm home. That idea lasted about 5 minutes when I dropped 3 hits onto my tongue and exhaled.

One of the friends I brought with me from SD was a mushroom dealer for the current season and he had about 2 O's on him, so I asked to buy a couple grams to go with it, he gave me a little less then an 8th, and said I was crazy, but I usually eat around 8-10 grams of the cubensis, so I didn’t have any kind of paranoia as to what my trip was gonna be like. I am pretty accustomed to hallucinogens, and can handle overwhelming mind experiences. About 30 minutes later, I started to feel the threshold effects of the mushrooms, my chest felt a little tight, but it was all familiar shit. About 15 minutes after that, booomm, the acid hit me with an overwhelming wave of unconciousness, almost like I was going to pass out, but only lasted a few seconds, that’s when shit got cool. I started laughing and couldn’t stop grinning because I knew what I was in for.

The same ripple of unconciousness overpowered me again, and at that moment, I knew I was gonna fry balls. A couple minutes passed, and I was feeling the coming up stage. I am very excited, and in good spirits with myself. Everything in my perivial view began to take motion, and this is when I thought it would be a blast to paint with M's fluorescent/neon acrylic paints. I am an artist myself, in fact that’s all I really do is paint, so I thought that if I had a great time painting on mushrooms, acid and mushrooms should be that much better. As I floated towards his Easel, trails that resembled the sun-rays on the Japanese war flag appeared. The pigment in these trails changed frequently, and almost covered my whole field of view.

I had to sit down for a minute. Now since LSD is very good at making my mind race, I had totally forgotten when I had planned to do before the interruption, which caused me to sit there for about 10 minutes thinking about why people take walks, and other random shit like that. M's room appeared to be underwater, since everything was waving back and forth slowly like we were under water, the walls grew higher, then smaller, then would appear as a large bubble, having the center of the wall, pulled closer to my eye, and the edges of the walls looked as if they were almost round, and far away. My friend asked me to paint him something, so then just hearing the word paint something, gave me the greatest sense of joy and belonging, because art is the only thing that comes naturally to me, and it is the only outlet I have besides mr. hallucinogen.

I smiled as I grabbed the fan brush, and the metallic blue tube of paint. I started off by stroking the paint back and forth with the fan brush, to get the brush completely covered with the paint. the paint was so illuminating I could hardly look at it, I stood there for a while, it felt like a few hours, but it was just a minute or two, then M says, hurry up man, and I just couldn’t get my mind off random shit, to I put the brush on the canvas, and began to paint checkered patterns using another florescent green color. To my surprise, every stroke I made on the canvas caused a tingling sensation to ripple throughout my body, and it felt so good. Each time I would have to pause for laughter.

Past experiences reminded me that its a lot easier to paint on hallucinogens because when I imagine something, I see it on the canvas, such as faces, patterns, etc. So I concentrated on the canvas, and clowns began to appear. I put the paint down, and grabbed a pencil, this is when your creative mind is most effective, I began to trace out my hallucinations on the canvas, and everyone couldn’t believe I could draw so good, but it was pure tracing, when I visualized something on the canvas, it would stay just long enough for me to get a rough sketch of it. I couldn’t really notice the mushroom effects, besides the distinctive pulsations of random objects, and the focus factor with my pupils. to make a long story short, I proceeded to sketch everything I saw on the canvas, until my concentrated composition was complete, it was the most insane surrealist painting I have ever created, and won me 250$ in the 'So Cal. Regional Award Show' it is titled, 'my boot-snake-elephant'.

That LSD experience was a marvelous reunion with myself on acid 4 or 5 years ago, it brought back a lot of familiar emotions and visuals, and was a theraputic critical journey through the deepest crevasses and pits of my subconscious creativity, this encounter with what I am really improved my ideas and creativity afterwards, in all of my artwork. LSD gave me a stronger connection to myself then I could possibly have, now my imagination is so broad, its hard to decide on what to paint first, because of all the ideas I subconsciously create and see. My visualization of my imagination is so efficient now, that I can draw or paint something, EXACTLY how I originally imagined it, in my mind, which contradicts, every bullshit theory society has on what LSD does to you.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 31182

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 13, 2007	Views: 12,116

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LSD (2), Mushrooms - P. cubensis (66) : Combinations (3), Glowing Experiences (4), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

Went to the guy's house who I normally buy acid from. Told him to give me two tabs, one for me and a friend (Kenny). I knew my Kenny would be in the local hangout spot in the woods and when I got there I saw him sitting on the steps to some poorly built clubhouse/5X5wooden box-in-a-tree. I said 'Yo! I got some fucking acid!' We giggled like two school girls in excitement, really hyped because we had been best friends for a long time and always wanted to do 'hard-core LSD' with each other, but something always came up. So we popped the paper tabs at around 3-4 and sat on the steps, they were steps to a deck we ripped off from a construction site, bullshitting over some cigarettes.

Maybe 15-20 minutes later we see a fly land on a log and started staring at it. After we realized we were both staring at it for about 5 minutes, we just looked at each other and went 'heh,' then we started laughing some more. Anyway, we just laughed because we both knew that we were burnouts (16 at the time). So we left the woods and a went a few blocks away to a friends house. Told him we were on acid and watched some TV. His Mom came home and he told us to get the fuck out and wait for him and his brother on the corner. Later he and his brother met us and they bitched because we didn't get them any acid. So we walked to the acid guy's house and he wasn't home. So after hearing them bitch they decide to go get some of the 'good weed' from some dude. This guy is rarely home so we usually don't even bother, but we did and he was home (lucky us). One of the brothers (Anthony) buys a dime and we set off to what would be the night that almost killed me, left me permanently insane, a hippie christian or dead.

We go back to the woods and find another one of our friends (Lou) sitting on a rock waiting to see if anyone was gonna come around. We greet him and bullshit for a little bit, then me and my friend start to 'feel weird.' Anthony is telling us about a few nights ago when he was hanging out at a beach and the cops raided it. Now this fucking kid can tell a story. He's going into to detail about every move everyone made and exactly how it happened. While he's telling the story, I feel the damn acid starting to work, and I knew Kenny did too. Things start looking a bit distorted and the the crickets I hear are starting to bug me out bad. Anthony starts talking about him running from the cops and it being hard to run in the sand and jumping off fucking little cliffs and trying not to fall over the peer and die.

Now I start thinking to myself (while all I hear is Anthony babbling in some strange laguage and the crickets sounding like some sort of spiraling noise) 'What if the cops come!? I'm fucked! Oh my God! If they come, I can't talk, I'm out of this fucking world! I've lost touch with reality, holy shit! The cops are coming? The cops ARE coming!' So I just walk away verbally saying 'The cops are coming' over and over like a chant. The cops are coming, the cops are coming, the cops are coming. I walk down some path, and then walk around in a circle for about ten minutes just saying 'The cops are coming.' Then my friend Kenny comes by and starts asking if they're really coming. I get out of the trance and go 'What?' We stood there silent for about 10 minutes, trying to take in this incredible surrounding which just seemed to be a blur. So many leaves and trees and dirt, and the sounds of the forest only making things much worse.

We go back to the clubhouse steps and Kenny says 'I see them. Looking through that window. Godamn pigs.' For some reason I saw them to and some window. But we didn't seem worried anymore. We lit a cigarette which tasted like warm milk (Marlboro light). We go back to Anthony and Lou who rolled the good weed joint and a blunt. Kenny sits on a rock and starts meditating, going ohmmmmm. Ant and Lou are laughing at him and for some reason I started to get freaked out. I tried to keep cool, I sat on a rock and felt my heart beating and heard myself breathing. Then I had the 'outter body experience'. I see myself sitting on the rock. I get up and start moving like a worm, because I can see myself do it but not actually comprehend that I'm making myself move. Amazing! Lou and Ant are dying. One kid on a rock meditating with his legs crossed and me standing up and squirming like I had no bones.

They spark up, and ask if we want a hit. I thought maybe it'd bring me down, that's what I heard. I took two fucking hits, I don't think I even inhaled. And that's when it began. The crickets! The sounds made things so much worse. It sounded so distorted and all around me. I started seeing little dots and I say to Kenny 'Do you see that!?' and he says yes. We feel scared and fucking boat out of there. We get out of the woods and the change of scenery scares us even more. We can't see things normally, we still hear the distorted cricket sound and we feel like we're stuck in a dream. Exactly like a dream. Terrified! Our spines were tingling and we had goosebumps. We were just scared.

Then, we ran. We ran about two blocks. Then we saw our friend's house, which gave us a bit of a sense of reality back. But we were still freaked, it felt like a bad dream, like something scary was constantly behind our backs. We somehow ended back at the woods.The dots came back, this time they were red little dots, like the beam from those guns. I asked Kenny if he saw them and he said he did 'the red ones!?' he saw them the same way I did, don't know how or why. I said 'Dude, it's the government. They can always see us.' Then we started bullshitting about how they have satelites that can read the print of a newspaper and shit like that and fake animals that are robots. We can barely understand each other slurring our speach.

Ant and Lou find us and try to calm us down. We grow suspicious of them. I was going to pick up a rock and bash in Lou's skull and I knew Keny was thinking the same. Ant goes, you guys need a drink, your lips are dry, I can see the chapped skin on them LOL. He goes across the street from the woods to the deli and grabs us a fucking CITRA! this was like the citrus drink at the time. He says don't worry, the cops aren't coming and neither are the FBI. Look at the printing on the back of the bottle, it'll get your mind off it. Now me and Kenny are thinking, what the fuck is he up to? He's trying to trick us! We started yelling at him violently. I don't know what we were saying.

We sat down and then fucking drank the stuff (LOL). Made me feel a lot better. It got dark out so we found our big ass lattern light and sat around all of us fucked up. Then a Rabbit comes along, me and Kenny were thinking about killing Ant and Lou. Just staring at them evily like we knew they were with the area51 type of guys. The rabbit walks right in the middle by our light and just sits there. I didn't think I was seeing it, but was somehow just drawn to it. I hear the fucking thing say 'Mike, it's God. I'll stop this, but promise me you'll never do it again.' Sits for a few more seconds the hops back in the weeds. I hear the weeds shake and heard them perfectly. I was brought back to reality!

I went home that night and ate about 4 bottles of pringles and a creamcheese sandwhich, I think I used like half the jar of creamcheese. The trip wasn't over. Me and Kenny were still talking about the governemnt and still felt like they were watching us. Then we got into that Y2K and the government making 'the beast chip' bullshit. About 6 months later we realized that we were still bugging out from that acid. It fucked us up big time. Everyday it was just me and Kenny talking about the government and the end of the world. Until we realised we had just been owned by acid.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 31303

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 14, 2007	Views: 6,741

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Mystical Experiences (9), Hangover / Days After (46), Post Trip Problems (8), Relationships (44), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   105 lb

About 2 weeks ago my friends and I drove to Dallas to get some acid. We had finally found a for sure connection. I had done acid before when I was 16 and another time when I was 17 and I had tripped shrooms a ridiculous amount of times. I was pretty excited and at the same time a little nervous b/c a few weeks before I had actually had a bad trip on shrooms, which was suppose to be impossible.

We bought a sheet, and the image was so crazy its impossible to describe. We drove back to Oklahoma in anticipation just staring at the sheet. All of us were so excited. Some of us had done before but many of the people we were bringing it back for had never done it before. I had been feeling a little skiddish about doing acid b/c at the current moment I was having alot of problems such as financial, relationship and just overall depression but I figured if it didn't effect me too much on shrooms maybe it wouldn't with acid. Oh my God I so wrong!

At first everything was awesome, the visuals were so intense and we were all having so much fun. Then when a few of us were laying around in a room watching finding nemo I got a bad feeling, something about the movie just made my head go in a completely other direction. The room got really dark and I felt like I was alone in the room. The visuals started to get really scary. I started to get really depressed and wonder why I was even here or what was the point to even living anymore. I seriously couldn't see how I was going to fix my life at all. I somehow managed to get ahold of my cell phone and I called my mother. Yeah I called my mom while tripping acid. I started to tell her I didn't see how I was going to fix anything and how I didn't want to live anymore. I was on the phone with her for an hour just crying and telling her how much I wanted it all to end and how all I wanted to do was go to sleep. I also kept asking her to bring me some sleeping pills b/c I wanted to just go to sleep and not wake up. I was sitting there with a raxor blade trying to cut myself but for some reason it either would run away from me or my wrist wouldn't stop moving.

Eventually someone noticed me and realized I was upset and when they realized I was talking to my mother they grabbed the razor and the phone from me and hung up. It just got worse. The room wouldn't stop spinning. I couldn't see straight and I felt like I couldn't move. There were about 4 people there who were not tripping (the babysitters) and they all carried me into another room and laid me on the bed. I don't remember much from that point except that it was dark and occasionally the room would stop spinning for a few moments for me to be able to focus on the scary devil man that kept chasing me. My friends all tell me I wouldn't stop screaming and they were so thankful no one else really noticed b/c of the loud music or that would have caused a panic among others. We were also at a cabin in the woods so no one was around to complain to the cops or anything.

Finally at one point all the screaming and thrashing around had worn me out and I passed out. I woke up the next day with my sober friends all kind of holding me passed out. I walked into the bathroom still seeing chasers. I looked in the mirror and my face, arms, my entire body had scratches and bruises on it. My wrists were all scratched up my forearm had a huge gash on it from where I had actually managed to get the razor to hit. I felt like shit, my head hurt and I was overall just pissed off.

I had freaked my mother out hardcore as well. And she demanded from one of my friends to tell her what was wrong with me and they told her I would have to tell her. So I had to tell my mom I had done acid and just had a bit of a nervous breakdown while on it and I was sorry and what not I scared her. The only thing for a week after that I could remember from the whole thing was that I called my mom and I was screaming alot. I had managed to block out the bad trip from my head but then finally later on I started to remember alot of it. I also started to have alot of nightmares related to that night.

I'm still having nightmares where I see the little devil man chasing me and where the rooms starts spinning.

That experience didn't ruin acid for me though. I will do it again just not for awhile, not until I am in a good state of mind which will probably be in a couple of years or so. Anysways thats my bad trip on acid story.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 32816

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 17, 2007	Views: 5,668

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LSD (2) : Guides / Sitters (39), Bad Trips (6), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Having experimented with LSD 12 times this last year, in two-three week intervals between trips, I thought is necessary to document my findings regarding this nowadays elusive substance. More than a description of specific trips or the specific effects of the drug, which there have been numerous writings about, I thought it best to simply discuss what it has taught me.

I have found that each time I ingest this chemical, always in tab form, as that is all that is available here, I experience a surge that can only be described as liquid electricity coursing through my veins, and this feeling, which can last up to 6 hours after coming down, is usually accompanied by an unpleasant taste in mouth. This feeling I attribute to my body's recognition of the chemical and subsequent visceral reaction to it, or the chemical's ability to make apparent the degree to which my body is 'polluted' with illness and/or foreign chemical agents like hormones in animal products, synthetic/artificial colors and flavoring in cuisine, the toxins we breathe, contained in our polluted air, etc.

Subsequently, my mind begins to break down, usually eliciting tears or raucous laughter, producing visual hallucinations and unusual tactile sensations. A profound sense of nausea is also common, what I believe to be the result of truly inhabiting my body, something we are too often unable to do in this hectic, work driven society based in capitalist exploitation. I have found that physical and intellectual tasks/work becomes much more exciting after this period, and I am much more adept at anything I may try.

The acid, I believe, simulates painlessly a rational line of inquiry, causing unreasoned beliefs and concepts that we have been coerced into believing to break down. This is the drug that would allow someone to have a friendly, calm conversation with his/her own rapist, in that it provides true detachment from fear and, simultaneously, complete acceptance of all things. In my first trip I discovered the monistic unity of all things, that we are all comprised of the same fundamental substance/energy and therefore are equal to any object, living or dead, including that which we perceive to be empty space.

I believe I watched the soul of my one-time partner die, or at the very least, change irrevocably in a manner that appeared to be death, as she was unable to move, screaming in misery, her breath becoming more and more shallow until she simply stopped. When she came down, she was never the same. I felt the pain of the earth, which is constantly crying out in agony over what we have done to it. I realized the extent to which the average person employs doublethink (doing both X and ~X, but calling ~X the variable Y, so that they need not recognize the contradictions they are living), the beauty and necessity of death and the fact that all religions, political systems, works of art, etc. are attempting to articulate the same things, just in a different language. I have also been able to appreciate music and film (art in general) in a way that I never thought possible. After acid, all things are beautiful, all things are terrible, and fear is absent from my life. I know not whether this is a positive or negative thing. I suppose it just is.

In my experimentation with psilocybe mushrooms, I find they tend to produce MUCH darker trips than LSD, and provoke more conservative impulses and thoughts that I otherwise repress (the desire to kill, to possess, to compete with others, etc.).

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 33756

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 28, 2007	Views: 6,022

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LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Relationships (44), Retrospective / Summary (11), Not Applicable (38)


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

		   T+ 0:10
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 0:10
		 1 hit
		 ocular
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   260 lb

It was a friday night in my boring town. I had 2 hits of pretty decent blotter paper that I had just consumed. Not even ten minuets after I had eaten the blotter my phone rings and It's my friend who was in the area and had some liquid. He told me if I put a hit in my eye he would give it to me for free. I met up with him and he gave me 2 hits on the tounge and one in the eye. Putting a hit in the eye was one of the stupidest things I've ever done.

As soon as the drop hit my eye my eye closed shut and began to burn. I was in such pain I reached in my pocket and put some eye drops in which made it even worse. My eye was red the entire night and it felt like there was dirt stuck in my eye. The next morning just the corner of my eye was still red. Today is the 3rd day since I've done this and my eye is still bothering me. I'm submitting this report to warn everybody not to put LSD in their eye. The effects didn't hit me any faster and my eye still burns. Please don't be stupid and do what I did. I'm just hoping that there is no long term damage.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 50110

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 2, 2007	Views: 15,193

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LSD (2) : Not Applicable (38), Health Problems (27)


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

		   T+ 1:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   235 lb

Ok here goes...

It was another one of those nights where me and a few friends were gonig to smoke weed because we had nothing better to do in our junky little town. I had recently acquired two tabs of acid from a friend who was gonig to try his hand at selling some. The paper the acid was on was rather small and wraped in tin foil.

I suppose that before I go on, I should detail my experiences with mushrooms. I have always had a very high tolerance for mush. It got to the point where I would average 5 grams per dosage. One time me and my friends bought alot of mush and after I was done dividing it up I was left with a huge amount for just myself. I think it looked like about 9 grams. I ate it all and was pretty messed but wanted more (as always). When high on mush, everything agrees with me (EXCEPT people asking me if I am high, how high I am, etc.). Everything is more intense. Music is enjoyable, cigarettes are like candy and video games are like disneyland.

Anyways, I thought that since I didnt have to work till the next day in the late afternoon I would try my acid. I did it alone. I took the acid after me and a few friends had quite a big session of weed smoking. One of my friends there gave me two pieces of advice since he had already tried acid. For one, he said to not look in the mirror because you will think you just look fucked and all cracked out. The second thing he told me was to experience nature. I took his advice to heart, took one of the blotters of acid I had, and proceeded to wait for it to hit me.

About 1 and a half hours had past when I decided to take the other blotter because nothing was happeneing. We then went to this guys house and watched skate videos and played tony hawks skateboarding, both of which proved less than entertaining, especially since I was supposed to be getting messed. We went to smoke a join which I had rolled (it was very difficult although I was not very high yet) The joint got me baked but nothing else. All I felt was a feeling like I was lighter when I walked, I kind of bobbed when I walked as well. Also I felt kind of shitty too, a kind of uncomfortable feeling. We got back to the guys house after smoking the joint and watched more skate videos and still I had nothing but the junky feeling. All I noticed before I left was that the lights were really twinkly. I had to pee before I left so I went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. 'oh shit!' I said. I looked very very fucked. I almost looked like a girl. I had a twinkle in my eye and my hair looked like it had a female flair. I thought this was strange because when I am on mush I fall in love with myself in the mirror for long periods of time. I put this aside as me and my friends left the guys house. As we were driving home the clouds looked as though they were dancing, which was kind of cool but still nothing too spectacular.

As I arrived home I had some trouble unlocking my door and the grain of my wood door was, once again, dancing. I got inside and proceeded to my games room to play video games. The games were no more intense or difficult than had I been playing them normally. I beat one of the games and, dissapointingly, I decided to go to sleep.

I left the games room and had my first big hallucination. Everything around me took on a red color. I thought, 'hmm thats kind of neat.' as I walked down the hall to my red room. I walked in and closed the door and my King Kong doll yelled at me. But not the yell that it makes when you squeeze its hand. It made a realistic monkey noise. This scared me a little. Soon after this I decided that I wanted to listen to a cd that was downstairs. I also heard a tapping at my door. It was my cat. My cat is orange, very playful and very stupid and cute. It is the most harmless cat you have ever seen and honestly it looks so stupid and cute it makes me laugh. Well on acid, my cat turns into a demonical beast. It looked as though it had grown a mane and was a proud lion. This scared me alot so I decided to spare myself the mind fuck and went back to my room to listen to a different cd. Music wasn't really anymore intense than normal. The only difference was that every time it played a certain sound I was get kind of freaked out and every time it played another certain sound a white flash would come from nowhere.

Overall, acid and mushrooms simply do not compare. They are two very different drugs. With mush, everything agrees. With acid, it seems everything is up in the air. With mushrooms you can just chill and it can be fun. With acid, you need to be moving, seeing new things, thinking new thoughts, for it to really work out well.

If I were ever to do acid again, it would be with at least 2 friends and it would be out on the town with lots of weed. Every time I told someone I was on acid, they asked me who else was on it, to which I replied nobody and everyone thought this was a little fucked. Just a little warning to mushroomers everywhre that if you are looking for something like mush but more intense, acid is not what you are looking for. They are very different drugs.

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 10906

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 5, 2007	Views: 6,480

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 4
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   195 lb

On Thursday night, myself and four of my friends took a trip down LSD lane. This is our story.

First, I have to introduce the characters...

Mike: Laid back and somber, well dressed and intelligent. Mike has been a stoner for about the last three or four years, and has had one trip on Mescaline from a San Pedro extract. He used to have epilepsy, and is otherwise inexperienced with drugs.

Ari: An Aztec warrior. Very quiet, very laid back, a Mexican adopted by Jewish parents. Ari is deep, into meditation, a stoner, and decently experienced with drugs. He had tripped acid before twice, mushrooms a few times, e a few times, and has done some other drugs. Fairly experienced.

Dan: Typical college kid. Wears visors, sunglasses, and beer t shirts. Short, stocky, loud as hell, sometimes annoying, sometimes really fucking funny. The most intense person I know. Tripped shrooms a bunch of times, stoner for a long time, thats it for drug experiences though. Claims to have eaten 3 hits acid once and not felt it. Decent artist.

Kelly: My girlfriend of the past six months. Tiny girl, crazy in love with me and the reverse applies as well. Only smoked weed a few times, never did any other drugs. Took a few sips san pedro and claimed to feel effects, but I doubt much really happened.

Scott (me): Your friendly narrator. I'm the most experienced tripper out of the crew, having done e, dex, lsa, shrooms, mescaline (from both Peruvian torch and san pedro), salvia (didnt break through though), and acid once before. I was disappointed with my last trip because it wasn't strong enough, one cube didn't cut it. I organized the trip and got the acid.

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Now that the characters have been established, on to the trip.

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It was an absolutely perfect day. Gorgeous; Clear blue skies, 75 degrees, and the air smelled like summer. Kelly and I walked side by side down the happy looking suburban road to old my elementary school. We were talking about whatever couples talk about in summer, smiling and flirting, having a grand old time. We turn a corner and I tense up: Two police cars are sitting at the end of a road. Normally, I could give a flying fuck about police. Today, the 8 acid dropped sugarcubes in my pocket led to a little aprehension about walking toward them. Still, we weren't doing anything that was obviously illegal, and they looked busy yelling at some Spanish guy, so we pressed forward. As we got closer we heard the yelling, a female cop shouted 'Call me sweetheart again and your going to jail, mister.' We got 50 feet away, and I leaned over to Kelly.

'Baby, what we're doing tonite is probably twice as illegal as what that guy is up to.'

She laughed.

After crossing the highway via an overpass and walking down a few more streets, we come to the school. It's 7 PM, daylight is fading, and slowly but surely all the trippers trickle into the spot. While we wait we talk about our hopes and expectations for the trip, and normal bullshit that normal people spout. We were first, then mike, then ari, and at long last, Dan made it by 8pm. I unwrap the little package of foil in my pocket and hand out the cubes. One for Kelly, one for Ari, one for Dan, one for Mike, and one, two, three, four for me. I wanted to make sure I got the full experience this time, since last time seemed sort of unimpressive. The cubes may or may not have been multi-dropped, I don't know and I'll never know. We ate them in the bleachers of the baseball field and watched the sun set as a guy played with his awesome remote control airplane, which seemed to move in impossible ways. Both were good images to start this shit with.

After about 20 minutes or so, it began to kick in. An odd, strangely electric feeling started shooting up my body, and everyone else chimed in to say they were feeling something like that. Kelly said she felt 'Wiggly' and we all agreed it was a good word to use. At this point I got extremely cold. The temperature didn't change, or at least I don't think it did, but I was freezing. Since we were thirsty, we decided to split up. Me, Mike, and Kelly would go to 7-11 to buy drinks while Ari and Dan waited for our friend Knoll to show up and hang out. We separated and started our walk.

Things just kept getting more intense. Nothing looked right around us, but there was nothing specifically wrong with it. It just looked and felt off. Mike was walking so fast, and me and Kelly had a hard time keeping up. At the same time though, we felt that we couldn't stop moving because of the strange wiggly feeling in our bones, so we made it to Sevs in a pretty timely fashion. Crossing the street was terrifying, but the street lights looked amazing. Once we were in 7-11, things were getting overwhelming. The bright, unnatural flourescents hurt my eyes and there was a never ending stream of white trash gangstas walking in and out. We got our drinks, paid awkwardly, and left.

Walking back to the guys was an adventure. The road on the walk home was very well vegetated, and the extreme amount of plant life made it feel like we were walking through a jungle. The ground looked weird when you looked down, soI chose to just look straight and walk forward. We got back to where everyone was, made a few calls, and then everyone just plopped down in the grass and started talking. At this point it was about 9 PM and the acid was at an awesome stage. The comeup feeling had all but gone away, and everything looked beautiful. It was halfway between dusk and night, so part of the sky was black and stary, and the other was a rich blue. It was beautiful, there were two grey streaks of clouds that broke up the night sky and the stars looked more clear than they had ever looked before. By this time we were all losing our minds, and no one yet knew whether they liked it or not. Except me. I loved it.

I took kelly over to the bleachers because I was sort of uncomfortable sitting in the grass of a somewhat dirty field behind a school, and we talked and kissed. She told me she was feeling amazing and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was feeling it so intensely. Shes 4'11' and 100 lbs, so any acid in her would hit her hard. We rejoined the group and decided to hang out on the overpass and watch cars go by.

We get up on the foot bridge and there are already a bunch of asshole high school kids up there drinking, smoking weed, and being douches. But whatever, we were on our side, they were on theirs. We watched the headlights of the cars sparkle in our brains, we felt the trucks that went under pass through our bodies, and Dan told me and Kelly that he could jump off the bridge without getting hurt. We talked him out of that one. We left the bridge, passing the group of kids. I said excuse me and one asshole black kid on a back said something like 'Yeah you better say excuse me bitch' which would've pissed me off a lot any other day. But I was on acid and didn't want conflict, so I just laughed at it and we went on. When we got to the bottom, Mike had this evil look in his eye. He was staring at his bottle, and said 'I'd like to break this bottle.' He did so by hurling it at the overpass where the kids were, without thinking, and Dan was like 'Yo don't you know that means BEEF you asshole? We better go.' We left with a bunch of douchebag kids shouting at us, but none were running down with bats so everything was okay again. We head off to mikes house a few blocks away.

On the walk, everyone but me refuses to use sidewalks, and Kelly and Ari start staring at peoples houses if they had lights or fancy siding. One house was built of stone and Kelly just kept staring at it. I told her to come and she got mad at me for making her stop looking, but then I asked her how she'd feel if 5 kids on acid were staring down her house and she moved along. We get to mike's house and sit on the curb for a while. The whole world looks marvelous and terrifying by now. Nothing makes sense, but nothing's supposed to. I put my arm on Kelly and she pulls away. 'No.' she says. 'You're bad.' Hm, interesting.

Mike decides that it would be a better idea to go into his house. We walk on the side and there is this strange gooey feeling under my feet, and I get this dread as if I were in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It turned out they were gross berries and we ended up tracking them all over Mikes Living room. He wasn't too terribly upset, but he was a little OCD about cleaning it up. His living room is great, he put on the best soundtrack of the night, and it felt like the 1960s. Ari and Dan are tripping deep right now, and decide they want to start drawing. Me and kelly sit on the couch, but again she says 'You're bad, get over there.' 'Hm' I think, as I lay on the other side of the couch. She starts staring at mike and I realize that she's absolutely in love with him now. Very weird. She starts being a total bitch to me whenever I try to talk to her. Mike doesn't even realize.

At first, I was upset. I really thought this was gonna bring us closer together and instead she's all hot over my friend. Whenever I say something she just snaps 'YOU'RE BAD' or when I agree she says 'No you cant agree only mike can.' You can see in her eyes she's gone. At this point I realize how hard she's tripping, so instead of getting mad, I just stop talking to her and start bullshitting with mike. The basketball game is on and muted, and me and him bullshit for a little while. Kelly grabs paper, hides her face under it, looks at me and starts crying. I ask her if she's okay and she tells me when she hides under the paper she has to cry, but it feels good. Me and mike ignore her and dan and ari don't even notice, too wrapped up in drawing. Ari is drawing weird cave paintings and Dan is deep into drawing a fucked up face in marker. The music is Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. I'm laughing at kelly and bullshitting with mike and I draw a picture and the world is fun again. It felt like it was the 1960s.

Knoll decides he'd like to go smoke some weed, and Mike decides were being too loud in his house. So again, we split into 2 groups. Dan, ari, and knoll go buy pot, me, mike, and kelly start the mile or so walk back to my house.

As we're walking, Kelly insists on being in the middle of me and mike. She says that mike is good and I'm evil, and that she has to stay balanced between the two. We walk and talk and laugh and say and see weird, tripped out shit, and finally kelly stops and kisses me. I'm still evil but she likes it now. We walk more, and kelly tries to convince us to let her walk in the middle of the street. We tell her she's fucking dumb for that, and she reluctantly agrees to stay off the well trafficked main road we're wandering down. Mike lights a cigarette and me and kelly watch in awe as it glows and trails behind him. We pass a baseball field and I look at the sky, which is amazing. It was like being in outer space, it was full of stars. Another two blocks walked and we're at my house. My sister and her friend walk out to their car just as we're walking up the driveway, and jump. They were surprised to see us, but they both knew we were on acid so they talked to us for a little while. They left, then we sat down on my porch and smoked what felt like 1000 cigarettes, just talking about religion, politics, meditation, etc. We go inside and Kelly loves me again. It's hot, but me and mike decide we want tea, so I put a pot on and heat it up. Kelly, on the other hand, wants to draw. So I get her a box of crayons and put her in my room. She tells me to get her when everyone gets here and I agree.

Me and mike sit down and bullshit for a few minutes and then the rest of the guys knock at the door. I let them in and Dan instantly tells me there was almost a fight. Knoll rolls his eyes and says there wasn't. Dan tells his version, knoll tells his, and it ended up that there were just some douchebag drunk kids and some words were exchanged in a very passive aggressive way on both parts. Dan starts twisting up the blunt and me and mike tell him its a bad idea since we all were already tripping balls, but he refuses to listen. I run up, get kelly, and kiss her for a few minutes. She comes downstairs with drawings for knoll and mike, and Dan gets insulted and asks 'WHERES MY DRAWING?' and she sneers at him. She doesn't like him tonite and has the gall to tell him so. This would be a trend. She started to tell mike and knoll that they both don't like her, she flipped out about how we shouldn't talk about her when she wasn't around. We weren't, and I told her that not everything is about her.

Everything in my house looks pixelated. My brain is in the clouds. But somehow, I manage to keep my composure. Not even on purpose, thats just how I trip. Knoll tells me I seem the least fucked up but my pupils are the size of tree trunks so he knows Im out there. The blunt gets twisted and we had out to my back porch. Nothing but colorful fish shaped lights and the glow of the red cherry on the blunt illuminate the room, and in the background the stereo plays the self titled CD by Owls, which is fantastic trip music if you haven't heard it. We all end up smoking weed but kelly, and knoll gets much more fun when he's stoned. We talk and laugh and do shit that stoners do, and Kelly starts trying to tear down all these emotional walls by asking my friends questions, mostly about their girlfriends. They all answer pretty honestly, and when the blunt is done Dan and Ari decide its time to go home. Its 1 am at this point but Im sure theyre still tripping like mad, plus they just smoked. But I wont stop them if they want to leave so I say my goodbyes and they leave me, mike, and kelly to talk amongst ourselves. It was nice and chill, until...

The drunk kids showed up.

Or friends Worm, Sean, and craig had been out drinking all night and knew we were here and on acid. So they decided to drop by. Now, I love these kids, but let me tell you, drunk people and trippers DO NOT MIX. Kelly flipped out and told them she didn't like them (wasnt true but she was on acid) and mike said they should go. They said they were staying all night, and knoll came back from dropping off ari and dan at this point. So I take kelly in and let her play with my computer, and then try to figure out a way to get rid of the drunk kids. I go out and start bsing with them, when my sister comes home. 'thank god' I think. 'Time to go everyone, my sister is gonna drive my girlfriend home so everyone out.' I felt bad sending mike, the last tripper, home, but he wasn't having any fun with the drunk kids there anyway so he was down to leave. We said our goodbyes, then I grabbed kelly and started making out with her. When I closed my eyes I saw rainbow diamonds sparkling in my brain. Don't ask what that means, thats just how I described it at the time.

3 am rolls around and kelly has to go home. The stuff is on the way out but its still going, and my sister agrees to take kelly home. We take the 20 minute drive and I enjoyed all the sights the parkway has to offer and I walk her to her door. She finds her way in okay and I go back to my car and talk to my sister about the trip, who just sort of laughs at me because she's stoned and thinks it's funny. We get home, I jump on the computer, and I get an IM from mike that says 'I think I have to go to the hospital. Great.

His leg had been numb all day. He had no clue what it was but the acid was fucking with him and he was worried as hell about it now. He'd gotten piss drunk the night before, probably banged it. He sounds like he was on the verge of going into a bad trip though, so I told him to meet me halfway between my house and his. I ran out the door, popped a cigarette in my mouth, locked up, and went out into the world by myself at 4 am. My footprints sounded like they were coming from behind me and even though it was scary as hell having imaginary people following me, it was cool, and watching my shaddow stretch and distort as I walked past lampposts was awesome.

We met halfway and I told him that he just walked about a mile no problem, so whatever injury he had in his leg would be able to get fixed tomorrow if he needed it, when he wasn't tripping. He agreed with my logic, but he said he couldn't go in yet because every time he tried to sleep he would see mayan drawings in his head. So we start walking. We go to a donut shop, get gatorades to replensih our broken bodies, and come down together. I see a car's headlights doubled up in a reflection, but there was no puddle, so the reflection didn't actually exist outside of my brain. We talk about how nasty we felt, how cool it was, how scary some of it was, and so on. I asked him if he regretted doing it and he said no, he liked 75% of it. But he said he wouldn't do it again because that last 25% was just too fucking scary. I have a pretty strong mind so I didn't get scared, but I understood where he was coming from. We drank our gatorades on a curb outside and watched the sun come up as we came down. We walked back to my house, and when we were both pretty much sober I drove him home. It was 9am at that point. I finally got to sleep at 11:30 am and got up at 4 to go into NYC for a concert. The concert itself was a hell of experience, but that's another story for another forum.

Oh, and Dan ended up having a bad trip when he got home. Sucks.

Bonus 1: Comparisons to other drugs I've done.

Shrooms: People compare acid and shrooms all the time, but they're really very different. Acid made me feel like my brain was superhuman, mushrooms always made me feel very unhuman. LSD was like a computerized brain, and mushrooms gave me an animal brain. Also, all the effects I thought I was gonna get from LSD (Shaddow kick trails, morphing mirror images, etc) came from shroom trips and my LSD trip had more patterns and colors.

LSA: LSA feels like an AppleIIGS to LSD's G5 PowerMac. All my visuals on LSA were big and clunky and low res, the colors were mostly just red and white, and the trip felt really slow. Acid felt realy fast and had very small, finely detailed visuals with more varied neon colors. The body load was much worse and the hangover was awful, whereas there wasnt any with acid.

DXM: Way scarier than acid, completely different though. Next.

E: Not totally a trip, but it felt nicer and lights actually looked cooler on E. Much worse hangover than acid.

Mescaline: Much, much smoother and more spiritual than acid. Visuals less obvious and more natural looking. Mescaline lulls you into a trance whereas acid clubs you in the head and makes you see stars.

Salvia: FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCKED UP BAKLAAAAAAAA I hate salvia.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 44204

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 7, 2007	Views: 5,379

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 MDMA
		 (capsule)

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

I never thought I'd see the day that I'd be calling myself a Christian again.  I was raised in a family that was nominally Protestant, but religion was never a big topic of discussion, and we only went to church on Christmas eve.  I came to question Christianity at a very early age.  I tended to associate Christianity with close-mindedness and bigotry, as that was what I observed in those who most vocally expressed their Christian beliefs.  During my teenage years I dabbled in Wicca, Druidism, Zen Buddhism, and agnosticism.  When I was about 20, I started getting into magic mushrooms, and after an intense 5 gram trip, I found my faith in God renewed, though it was now a more monistic, pantheistic idea of God.  My spiritual views after that didn't quite seem to fit within any particular religion, though it was definitely more influenced by eastern religious traditions than by the west.

Then I found LSD.  My first significant trip on acid was a bad one.  The worst trip of my life, in fact.  But I feel it also affected my life in a positive manner, so I can't say I regret it.  After about 6 months of recovering from that trip, I decided I was ready to start doing acid again.  Every trip since then has been greatly pleasant and rewarding.  I took great pleasure in analyzing the differences between mushrooms and LSD.  I found that mushrooms seemed more earth-oriented while LSD seemed more human-oriented.  That is, with mushrooms I felt one with nature, but with acid I felt connected to all of mankind.  There seemed to be something almost 'psychic' about it.

Recently, I went through a binge of doing acid every weekend for a month.  The most life-changing of these trips was on the third weekend.  I was at rave, meeting up with a friend of mine.  She had pure MDMA capsules and liquid LSD.  She said she would dose me for free if I bought a capsule off of her.  I agreed, and I took the pill while she got the dropper out.  But rather than dose me, she handed me the dropper and let me dose myself.  Well, I was a bit sloppy, and what was meant to be a drop ended up being a squirt.  I'd say I took roughly the equivalent of about 3 to 3 1/2 hits.  I knew immediately that I was in for quite a trip.  I just hoped it didn't go like my first acid trip.

As I started peaking, I found myself having a religious experience.  I felt the power of Christ come over me.  I became distinctly in tune with what I like to call Christ consciousness.  It was an all-loving, all-forgiving power that saw the oneness of mankind.  In that instant, all my previous acid trips suddenly made sense.  I asked that Christ remain with me throughout my journey in life.  I closed my eyes and said 'Yes Jesus, I accept you as my personal Lord and Savior.  Thy will be done.'  I felt a sense of peace and understanding come over me, and I knew that this was the path for me.

I'm eternally grateful for LSD for helping me find oneness with Christ.  I still don't feel quite at home with most of the people who wear their Christianity on their sleeve, and I feel many of them have his message all wrong, but at least I can take comfort in my personal relationship with Christ.  By taking refuge in Him, I hope to strive to be like Him.  I plan to continue using LSD as a sacrament to guide me on this path.  Sometimes I feel like Christ came back to earth as LSD so that we could all have Christ consciousness.  Whatever the case, thank you LSD.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47955

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 7, 2007	Views: 15,462

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MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Entities / Beings (37), Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3)


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

		   T+ 2:30
		 1.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   230 lb

When I was 16, my best friend suggested that I take a trip with her. I had never tripped before, but I was open to anything, and so I said sure. About 11pm, she came over to my house and we snuck back to my room. We dissolved maybe like 1/8th of the paper each into paper cups of water, and drank it down.

Soon thereafter I began to feel excited and nervous and antsy all at the same time. Suddenly I was skeptical that she'd brought acid as I'd heard trips were different than this. 'Wait a few minutes, you'll see.' she said. School had just started up again and we were taking about how the year was beginning at our different schools when suddenly everything just seemed to change all around me. Everything was like a dream in that it never looked the same way twice.

I collapsed back onto my bed and was simply mesmorized by the spinning ceiling fan, seeing shapes and faces inside the spinning blades. The trip hit her too right around this time, and after being mesmorized by my 'UFO lamp' (A 50s-flying-saucer shaped lamp with approximately 100 fibre-optic wires coming out of the top in a fanned-out pattern, with a spinning, multicolored translucent disk inside so the fibre-optic wires glow every colour imaginable), we decided to fuck.

I had never felt anything so amazing as that sex on acid, so we took another trip of about the same size at maybe 1:30-2:00am. We entertained each other for a little while talking in funny voices (she talked in a twangy southern accent and called herself 'Kentucky Pete', etc.) and then I got into a deep intellictual discussion with my stereo, whose tape deck was its face. And she and I fucked again.

The moon was waning at this point and as I recall it was maybe 2:30-3:30am and the moon was just rising, so we opened my blinds and let the moonlight be the sole illimunation of the room. As I recall I tried to read a book in the moonlight but couldn't make out the letters, and she decided to read my handhelt CD player and got something really deep out of it.

By now it was approximately 4am, maybe later, and I decided I'd trip again. Cheryl advised against it, but I took about 1/4 of the paper's original size, and just dissolved it directly on my tongue. We then turned on the TV and were transfixed on a Madame Cleo Psychic Hotline infomercial (or maybe travel packages to Jamaica??)

The next thing I remember it's third period at school the next morning (9:15am or so). I'm sitting in art class at my small Christian school trying to draw a still life. I look at the drawing in my book and the stick figure I drew is magically come to life and is dancing around on the page. I slammed my book shut and stared at the still life on the table in the center of the room. A small desk lamp has come to life, and alternately 'stares' at me or jumps around smashing other items on the still life. I rub my eyes and everything is in its normal place but is slowly changing colours! This time I smack myself thinking it will get my head in line and a miniature stuffed version of the school's mascot (an eagle) is laying on the table talking to me.

'You need to shut up.' I told the stuffed eagle. 'What did you say?!' my art teacher responds back. Now my art teacher wasn't exactly athletic, but she still liked to wear somewhat tight outfits, and for some reason I suddenly see her head backwards on the body of a turtle standing up. She didn't understand when I explained that the stuffed eagle on the table was talking to me. Then I looked back at the stuffed eagle, and it was my art teacher! My art teacher had been shrunk by the eagle and the eagle was now her size!! Oh no! I next remember my art teacher having me sit outside where I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep as strange figures and faces danced in front of my closed eyes.

Suddenly it's lunch (11:30am). And I just want to microwave my mathbook to eat and some doofus can't understand that simple fact and is opening the book and explaining to me that the book is inedible. The words and pictures are slowly meandering about the page so I walk off still transfixed by the mathbook.

Then I'm sitting in my study hall and am beginning to come down off the trip. My head aches and every sound seems to be amplifyed. (It was different than a booze hangover, felt kinda like reality was making up for lost time, if I can describe it like that.) It's 1:35pm and I have a notebook full of what I had thought was really awesome drawings but now just looks like random squiggles on the pages. I really had to piss, so I went to the mens room. Then I realized the condom from almost 11 hours earlier is STILL ON ME!! That was lovely as you can imagine.

 [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

During my history class, I began to wonder what had happened earlier on that day, how I'd gotten dressed and gotten to school. As I went to leave, I realized that I'd DRIVEN to school!! I shouldn't have even been able to FIND that car let alone drive it. The local PD should have seen me wandering in the thick of morning traffic with a car key in my hand and a perplexed look on my face! Sure enough though, the car was there, it was parked kinda funny and the windows were down, but it was there. So at this point I realized I was really hungry, got myself a greasy lunch/dinner and went home and to bed.

I've tripped only twice more since then and never as much as I did that time. Sorry I can't be more verbose with the dosages

Exp Year: 2001	ExpID: 46978

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 28, 2007	Views: 6,677

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LSD (2) : General (1), Sex Discussion (14), Multi-Day Experience (13), First Times (2), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

I had about 20 experiences with LSD before, usually 1-2 hits maximum per trip.  The settings were mostly spiritual, our intention were well defined, and almost always answered at the end of the journeys. During my trips I was at the big-bang,  saw little robot-like creatures putting the atoms together to create the universe, I was the fish in the ocean, the bug on the floor. I saw the sound moving, talked to birds, felt the pain of a wounded soldier in Iraq, saw the spirit leaving her body at a funeral, discovered where and who I was before my present life, etc. During these trips I was never terrified, even though some of the dreams, thoughts were not pleasant.

My latest trip was very unusual though and I would define it as an extremely interesting, but “bad” trip.  I had a headache for two days before the trip and taking pills for it caused some stomach problems that dehydrated me.  Also,  I was overworked and under-rested.

On a beautiful full moon day my friend and I both took one hit.  We came on in 20-30 minutes, made love with many orgasms.  Just experiencing my partner’s orgasm triggered one in me.  After that I went to the bathroom, and suddenly I got very dizzy.  The whole world felt suddenly twisted, and I felt like I stepped over the imaginary, the “other” world.  Once back from the bathroom, I was not able to speak coherently.  I was shaking and my stomach started to hurt.  I checked the clock, and it showed 3:10 PM.  My friend saw that something was not right, and tried to talk to me, but I was not able to respond.  In my mind I was trapped in the “other”, the imaginary world.  I saw the parallel universe, which was behind the imaginary world.  I saw myself in both places.  I checked the time again, and it was still 3:10 PM, even though I traveled everywhere.

I suddenly felt the urge to have some professional help.  I thought maybe if I go to the emergency room they can stop my “bad” trip. And I looked at the clock again, and it still showed 3:10 PM.  I really got scared.  I thought I was trapped in time, and in a world, that is non-existent in the “normal” perception of things.  I thought no one can help me, since time does not exist. I will live my life in 3:10 PM from that point and there is no solution to that problem.  I saw my life like a movie running in front of my eyes, I felt sorry for myself, and I through up.  All my pain, my stress, my sadness came out from my mouth.  People, situations, thoughts, that hurt me, like broken glass fell out from me.  I felt purged, relieved but still way over the other world.

My body was shaking, my legs could not hold me.  I was afraid to let myself go.  I thought if I do, I will never come back.  At that time my friend decided to get some niacin to stop my trip.  While he was gone, I took cold and hot showers, hoping it switches me back to reality.  Nothing.  I set down to do some yoga.  No result.  I tried to meditate, to cry, I could not.  By that time, I thought I got schizophrenic, induced by LSD, and from now on I will see the world that way.  I truly believed I lost my mind for good. It was very scary.

My friend got back by 4 PM and I started to take the niacin.  Gradually, but very slowly I was getting better, however, my short term memory seemed effected.  I could not remember the morning’s events, the previous days event, not even our wonderful love-making. About 8-9 PM I started to recollect my memory, but my speech was still not perfectly coherent.  I watched the Olympics, but could not put the situations and people together.  Next morning I was still a bit on a slow side, but by afternoon I was back.

Looking back, it was a very shamanic but scary experience.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 36447

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 6, 2008	Views: 9,765

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Sex Discussion (14), Hangover / Days After (46), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 2:00
		 10 mg
		 oral
		 2C-E
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

Until this trip I had been relativly comfortable with Lsd, having used it a dozen times or so, and I had once tried 15mg 2c-i and although that was a frantic mindmelting adventure, I maintained a safe mind set and managed to enjoy myself.

A long time friend of mine and I took 2 hits of paper acid at around 4pm, on a warm sunny friday, we were in a very good spirts and expected a good trip. The first 2 hours were rather light, just buzz not to much visuals, but very enjoyable. Around that time we met up with a friend of his and used his cannabis vaporizer, He wanted to trip with us but since we had eaten all the acid I had, the idea came up of splitting 2 2ce 15mg capsules 3 ways. I didn't have a accurate enough scale so I opened them and split the bright white crystals into 3 piles as equal as I could make them, poured each onto a small piece of toilet paper and wrapped it into a ball. We swallowed them and went back outside.

I didn't mentaly prepare my self for the 2c-e at all. I didn't even really think through that I just took a powerful pscycidelic which I had never done, on top of an acid trip which isn't even in full gear, and that I was about to tripping out really hard and should make accomidations. Within 5 or 10 miniutes all three of us felt the effects.

About an hour later, I made a classic tripping mistake, going back to my room alone. Its started to get a little windy and chilly so I went back to my room to change. The cold started to raise abstract doubts, and bring down the positive energy. After taking a shower for about 2 hours, I called my friend who had also done the acid and 2c-e, and asked him to come to my place. When he got there we started having a very emotional albiet nonsencical discussion/argument. At the end of which I was crying and screeming and I told him to leave. It was the last time we've spoke. The hullicination I was having a distortion of the image I have of my self. I hated this person, who I just realized I really was. I felt I didn't deserve to live.

Complicating the issue was the full bottle oxazapam (like valium), in my desk, making suicide a readily available option. It was torture, my life was in my hands, and 100% of my consciousness was telling me to let it slip into the abyss. I think the main thing that kept me from doing it was the thought, that I'd be the only one who wouldn't have to deal with my death. I called one of my better nontriping friend who knew  me well, and is an artist at defusing crisises drug related and otherwise. I stayed up all night, the visuals, didnt subside till around 6am.

As bad as my trip was my friend who took the same shit I did had it much worse. Although I havn't talked to him personally, I hear that he had a mental breakdown of some type. What I do know is that he was acting eractict enough on saterday that some authority saw him called the police and had him commited to mental institution for a few days, and had him kicked out of school. From what I hear he returned mentaly back to normal around 3 or 4 days after the trip.

Was this a result or circumstance, prexisiting stress, or an inherent result of taking 2c-e and lsd together. I think a bit of all three but, I don't think they are few many people who could handle a trip so intensly stimulating and relentless visually hallucinagenic.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 47415

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 18, 2008	Views: 22,841

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LSD (2), 2C-E (137) : Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 20 mg
		 oral
		 2C-I
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:00
		 1 drop
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 5:00
		 4 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

My tripping partner R. and I met up to have a 2ci trip. But at 4:20pm out of complete spontaneity, we decided to take a drop each of this acid i had + the 20mg doses of 2ci.

Note: R. wasn't feeling too good because he had drank a lot the night before and puked. Also we hadn't eaten much at all that day.

An hour later we were walking by a river when R. is experiencing stomach discomfort, nausea etc. He ends up puking and then feels a bit better. Still no sign of tripping.

Its been about 2 hours when I experience extremely noticeable effects of acid. The usual fractal patterns, euphoria, melting, etc. After about 5 hours since launch of good acid tripping in my room, we still haven't felt any of the 2ci, and I had not done it before, while R. had.

We go to my friends to hit some hash bowls. At this point were a little bit past the peak of the acid trip. After taking about 4 big rips... I wait.

Note: this hash is extremely potent and high quality.

Blast off... I am shot straight into hyperspace, looking at the reality of reality itself. It seems that the hash has cooked this stagnant stew of chemicals, 2ci and acid, in my brain and brought them to a boil. I'm experiencing a trip like no other I've experienced. Every bit of sensory input is felt as distinct alien emotions. It was what is described as synthesisia. I was riding a roller coaster of strange feelings, but my perspective was out of this universe looking down on it even though i had 0 control over my feelings.

Visuals became extremely intense, anything my mind thought of was projected visually and emotionally. This new trip did not feel comforting, warm, and euphoric like acid. It was harsh, mechanical, and alien. Light seemed to be divided in a multi-planar spectrum going in through different dimensions revealing pulsating blues, greens, and reds - the primary colors. I felt immediatley like this was the hardest I've ever tripped period.

My perspective was sooo far removed from anyone elses. I had complete psychic connection with everything. The digital mechanical drum beat that was being played was felt as that harsh metal emotion within my body. Everything was similar to this, everything being transmitted into emotion. I saw that these energies were what existed in the reality of someone extremely aware and removed from the perspective of the typical physically aware human perspective. I'm an extremely psychically sensitive person by nature, so the trip was just enhancing these attributes.

Even though I enjoyed the trip, I wanted to come down. I had to force myself to eat because I had no desire to and my body rejected it. I didn't come down for about 5 hours after. I was riding a rollercoaster of emotions while my perspective was like an overview of the universe - in terms of reality/consciousness.

I would compare the intensity of the that 5 hour 2ci blast period to DMT! But obviously much different.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 31320

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 25, 2008	Views: 6,793

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LSD (2), 2C-I (172), Cannabis - Hash (93) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 10 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   60 kg

Being now all in retrospect, I can safely come out with my enlightening story of my 1st trip.

It was about a week after my final year in school, me and a group of friends decided to celebrate down at my mates farm, just east of Melbourne.  It was summer and the weather was beautiful.  The farm was surrounded by about 4-5 lush paddocs with a few cows and a large stream running about 4 mins walk away.  The best part was the mountain range running right over our heads featuring a very dramatic rocky cliff face right on our door step.  In other words perfect for the perfect get away.

Initially I was set just to lay back with a beer or two and mabie a joint or 10, but a friend came down with a good supply of exotics for everyone to take.  One of those exotics being some lsd.  I'd never had lsd but I decided to bite the bullet and live once.  It was the second night about 12 of us decided to do the drop.  Some were 1st timers, others were the teachers so to speak.  I was, I guess understandingly, nervous yet excited and was eager to find out what was going to happen.  I'd seen two of my friends drop the night before and I thought it to be the funniest most interesting thing I'd ever seen!  Looking into a bowl of water with rainbow glitter in it for about 1 hour laughing and hugging each other!  I though to myself that it must of been good but still, it was that damn human instinct, the fear of not knowing.

We all took 1 tab each at about 7:30, just as the sun was going down, reflecting off the cliff face above us, making it a deep orange. We had the best of day and night I guess.  We were all sitting on the farms verandah, looking at the sunset, talking. At about 8:15 the trip started to ease in, as I noticed rubbing my legs with some kind of nervous pleasure.  I ain't done this before! I was also getting this uncontrollable grin on my face. The conversation initially going from chatty to a more, 'How we feeling!? How we feeling guys!?'  The group became more relaxed and in depth with one another.   Not really conversation talking but talking about on the spot things, i.e. How good are ciggies! Is there any beer? Put on that song! etc.  Yet being a little lost for words, I didn't care a single bit and just decided to let the drug take me.  I had good company, surroundings, the night was warm and the music was fine.  Every thing started to slip into place.

By 11pm, it was a free for all. Although we all stayed in the one place, conversations broke off into groups of 2-3.  Around this time, things started to get curiously weird and wonderful.  Looking at my cigarette, I started to see a little castle on a peak of molten rock.  I was so amazed at this 7th wonder of the world that there must be more out there to experience.  I saw my friend, Tam's having a neck massage and it looked good!  Tam's said it was so good she was more than happy to give me a try.  I closed my eyes and melted into my seat as these hands seemed to touch my every neural sense.  With colours and fish net like patterns flowing and morphing into ever more patterns and colours.

And that was it!  I was in the land of the lala people!  All the trees that were around, started to grow bottles of beer and lemonade on them (true!).  It was like I had just won the lottery!  So I started running off to all the trees, picking beers and lemonade off the trees for my bemused friends to drink.  There was so much of the stuff that this went on for about half an hour (seemed like 2 hrs).  The finding even extended to crates of beer and soft drink, under the trees.  I have to say, I did get a little protective of my treasure! THESE ARE ALL MINE!

After that, I decided to go inside for the first time of the night and have a look around.  I saw the telly on but not tuned as it was all buzzy beeish.  The rest of the night was really just walking around looking at stuff with a huge grin on my face.  Being the last one up at about 6am, I later died in the hallway after about 20 billies.

I have to admit, the come down wasn't very nice.  My brain was mush the next day.  I had never really been the same after that first trip as I had perceived things never before the same.  I don't want to glorify LSD over all.  Just this particular overpowering mindful experience of the senses.  I'd had some very nightmareish ones after that, a couple of years later.

Exp Year: 1997	ExpID: 14476

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 26, 2008	Views: 5,647

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Glowing Experiences (4), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 888 mg
		 oral
		 DXM
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

I drank the DXM (delsym) and biked around town for awhile.  It was a nice berkeley day.  About 2 hours in, I rode to the campus and sat by a nice stream.  I felt the DXM feelings coming and reached a very relaxed state.  I got back and was still feeling peaceful.  It was about 6 o'clock, and I ate a hit of (strong) acid.  By this time, the DXM was in effect.

It ramped up slowly.  Here are my day-after notes:

The 'winamp playlist' became the most significant thing in the universe.  I thought I had enqueued the world's longest playlist that automatically figured out what I needed to hear.  I thought it had mystical powers.

The music separated into individual parts coming in at the wrong times.  The music would play 10 times slower than it should, then speed up to catch up.  The notes couldn't decide weather or not they were in the music or part of a mesh.  The sounds of the music were coming from everywhere.  I played 'in the court of the crimson king' and was totally overwhelmed.

The visuals were subtle, and only visible in a dark room.  Everything waved around and was slighly sparkly.  The music was the best part of the trip.  Even today, 4 months after, that music is still crazy to listen to, and I hear the same detail that I heard the night of the trip.  I thought my computer came alive and was communicating with me.  I saw lots of crazy things in my head.  More than DXM alone, more than LSD alone.

It took a lot of mental energy.  It's not good for parties, but it is a very interesting combination, and the night is still vivid in my mind.  It's on my list of things to try again.  Happy trails!

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 64863

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 31, 2008	Views: 11,937

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DXM (22), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   90 lb

So, I have taken LSD in the past, and had good and bad trips.  I hadn't taken it in two years.  Then, this summer I decided to drop one hit, which was supposedly pretty strong.  I didn't trip that hard, but I had some visuals, and I smoked pot and I drank too.

The trip ended after about 8 hours.  That night, I smoked pot again, and I noticed, no visuals, but everything that was close up looked really blurry.  I couldn't even read a book.  I looked in the mirror and my pupils were very dialated, so I thought maybe the acid was like coming back, since I smoked.  No big deal.

Then, the next day, when I smoked pot it happened again.  Now, I was getting kind of worried.  I also noticed that when I wasn't high, I could not see close up very well.  My pupils looked to be a normal size.  I thought, maybe I have permanently damaged my vision and I was really worried.

I told my mom about it, not that I took acid, but that I could not see close up, and she said that I might need bifocals.  Bifocals at nineteen years old.  I felt really bad.  This went on for a few weeks.

Luckily, my vision got better, and now I can see close up just fine.

Thank God, because I was really worried that I did something to my eyes.  I will be more careful from now on!

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 66873

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 13, 2008	Views: 4,916

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LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Post Trip Problems (8), General (1)


		 DOSE:

		 2
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 insufflated
		 2C-B
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   240 lb

I have been using hallucinogens recreationally for the past few years.  Through a friend of mine who has unfortunately passed away, I have had the opportunity to utilize many different drugs.  I have experiences with LSD, Mushrooms, DMT, AMT, 5-Meo-DMT, Salvia, Cocaine, Methamphetamine, Heroin, Ketamine, GHB, MDMA, PCP, DXM and, of course, Cannabis.  My experiences have ranged from one near ego death, to mystical journeys through time.

After recently converting to BUddhism, and following my friend's overdose death, I have been doubting the very nature of reality.  I have always considered myself a romantic at heart and have always believed in good humanity and the beauty of the human soul.  I have decided, for personal reasons, to quit hard drugs.  It was with this mentality that yesterday I discovered, on what is probably my last trip, a truly lifechanging understanding.

I cannot document this very well, for it was not my original intention to do so, and given the hard nature of the trip, certainly the hardest I have ever been on, I would be lying if I said I had any conception of time or individual effects.  For my last trip I chose 2-CB, a drug I have being trying to obtain for quite some time, along with acid.  I have read reports about the painful, but fruitful results of insufflating 2-CB and had decided to do this in order to realize the full potential of this psychedelic cocktail.

The setting was my friend's basement, a place I have often tripped in before.  I arrived at around 8:00, only to find him in his typical tripping moodset, along with dimmed lighting and gentle classical Adagios playing on the radio.  I am not exactly certain of the dosage of 2-CB, but I do know I took 2 tabs of acid almost as soon as I walked in the door.  I was truly looking to trip hard.

Before the acid could kick in, I quickly insufflated the 2-CB, assuring myself that however bad the pain was, I could handle it.  Holy fuck!  Within a few minutes I was on my back, screaming, my fingers up my nose trying to bore the powder out of the nasal passages.  I was certain I had done permanent nose damage, although now it seems to be fine, despite being a little swollen.  My friend insufflated his line, and within a minute, joined me in screaming.

Just as I was noticing the pain was starting to subside, I also began to notice the first feelings of fear I get at the start of any trip.  I got up to try and walk and calm myself.  My heart had started pounding.  I noticed a huge tension in my stomach, and suddenly the world was filled with pain.  I ran to the washroom and vomited for several minutes.  Feeling better, I returned to the basement to let the drugs take affect, my final hurrah in the world of psychedelics.

I cannot give exact details as to how it came about, for a uncertain period of time, I existed in a realm of ethereal consciousness.  I don't think I even breathed.  The world was changing.  Immense masses of colour danced on the waves of the music.  My friend was saying something, but the words sounded almost demonically unreal.  My next realization was that I had been folded out of reality and was existing in the space between atoms.  I was dark matter.  I closed my eyes but could still see through my eyelids.

For one instant it occured to me that my last trip should be something special, so I pushed.  I pushed my mind to think, to remember, to experience.  It was an action equivalent to being launched out of a missile silo.  I was flying through colours beyond reality, colours that had no right to exist.  I was in limbo, purgatory, a world between worlds.  In the mass of twirling realities, I saw my entire life.  And I truly mean my entire life.  The moment of my birth seemed clear to me, and every second up until this very minute appeared, no as a chaotic series of events, but as a path already laid.

Then it happened.  A sudden moment of pure energy and merging.  I saw beauty as a pure form.  Thoughts, tastes, smells, sounds and sights were no longer seperate.  They merged in a explosion, as though every beautiful and exquisite moment of my life had been taken, stripped of defining characteristics such as person or place, stripped down to a pure form of love and peace, and then condensed into an infinite point.  This point was me, and I felt bliss in every bone of my body.  At this moment, I was exploding with love for every single little thing in the entire universe.  And I felt it in me, the pure beauty.  I cannot describe it in one billionth of its glory, but when it hit me, I lost all sense of self and reality and thought.  I simply was.  I was the whole world, I was god.  Imagine if all the wonderful things in your life were made of the same essence.  Now imagine the essence returns to the source of its origin, and you discover its source of origin is your own mind.

This nirvana like state lasted for no perceivable amount of time.  It was at once a thousand years and a millisecond.  And then it was shadow.  As though my mind had been exhausted by this discovery, it retreated into a state of psychedelic stupor.  I arose from this state several hours later, suffering from what I would characterize as the level of a strong acid trip.

Now, I still cannot believe I saw what I saw.  I think this really is my last trip, because nothing could ever, ever top this.  This particular mixture served me as a window into the very essence of my soul.  And now, I sit here, drug free, and filled with a glowing feeling of love.  I meditated for several hours today, and found peace within myself.  This is the most exceptional experience of my life, and I truly think I am a better person because of it.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 33936

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 20, 2008	Views: 18,840

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2C-B (52), LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

I wish I had a better idea of how much I actually took which is partially why I'm writing this report.  I had not used acid in approximately six months, and the dried up end of a vial was given to me as a gift.  The giver reported a very weak experience from the liquid squeezed from the dropper, and he assumed what remained was even less concentrated.  No preparations were made in advance, and thankfully I was at home where my roommate also was.

At eight pm I bit the top off the dropper and chewed on it while I reconstituted the dropper with water and drank it all.  I repeated this twice more to be sure nothing was left behind, and then went about some household chores.  One half hour later I felt abruptly disoriented, with a perceived loss of balance.  For fear of falling over and hurting myself I sat down on my couch as the room started to spin out.  Within a half hour of the onset I had reached what I would later realize to be the peak.  I was sweating so profusely that it was pouring off of my face and I could collect it in pools in the palms of my hands. I experienced intense visual, and auditory hallucinations.  Mentally speaking the only uncomforting thing was that I didnt know how deep I was going to be going until I had began to come down.  Because this was my first and only encounter of this magnitude I felt a good deal of anxiety in the sense of not knowing at the time if I was going to be alright afterwards.  These feelings along with the intense perspiration subsided with the most intense part of the trip in about one hour.  Even then I wouldnt call it a bad trip.  (I can imagine feeling similar anxiety if I were to try skydiving for the first time. In that sense I see it as a potential personal fear of radically knew experiences. Although I might have felt scared at the time I would consider it one of the most enjoyable experiences I have ever had.)

Being veterans day I watched a war movie with my roommate which was mentally very intense in terms of how vivid and lifelike it was, but I experienced no feeling of terror.  I found it difficult to sleep at about one a.m. as I was still experiencing visuals.  I layed there in my bed for another hour or so tossing and turning before I fell asleep.  Unfortunately I had to work bright and early the next morning, and with my alarm at five a.m. sharp I awoke to find I was still experiencing full visuals.  My only point of reference is that I was still tripping harder than I had on any other trip.  At work I experienced feelings of disorientation, and confusion along with difficulty concentrating. Visuals had subsided by nine a.m. and my body still felt lifted until aproximately noon.  I was told the type of acid I had was called silver surfer, but I cant verify this.  I appologize for any unuseful information included. If possible I would be interested in finding out approximately how much I had.

Thank you for this opportunity to relate my experiences, and have a nice day.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 49021

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 20, 2008	Views: 6,574

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LSD (2) : Overdose (29), General (1), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

On Monday, Feb. 23rd, 2004, I ingested one “hit” of LSD. After an hour, I started to feel like my 'soul' wanted to tear out of my body, this felt pretty chaotic, so I sat down to meditate and clear my mind. I stayed meditating for five hours straight. It was an extremely deep meditation, it is even possible that I could have fallen asleep, but I did open my eyes about every thirty minutes just to reassure myself that I was still sitting there. In this deep meditative state, this is what I saw...

This is just a brief sample of the overall concepts that will need further explanation.

I saw the entire history of humanity--from beginning, to the present, like as history textbook visually depicted throughout my sight.

I experienced the birth and fall of countries,

I experienced the pain and suffering of humanity throughout time,

I pondered and imagined the future--what is the highest evolution of humanity?

I realized how this body and all of its maintenance/ methologics/ procedures/ and mechanical processes--such as eating, pissing, drinking, sex, washing, and shitting, chain down the psyche and pollute and corrupt pure thought. Once we are free from this body, only thought will exist. Pure thought without the chains of the body and all its weight, just may be the highest evolution of humanity.

What is pure thought?

Pure thought has no inhibitions (mental or physical), no negativity/pessimism (these are disruptive and vexatious to the 'spirit', they cause frustration and unnecessary conflicts). Pure thought is just, humane, and has a well-balance of birth and death. Pure thought is also being disconnected from this crude and ugly body, which is currently mere encapsulation and transportation for the beholder of pure psychic energy(a synonym for pure thought). Pure thought is also disrupted and inhibited by drinking and smoking--which are petty little escapes that only get one by temporarily until the next time.

I have realized:

I need to take life more seriously.

I am now more humane (in realization of weights of the body).

I am now more optimistic (pessimism and negativity are weights of the psyche).

Pessimism is necessary in keeping one from being naive, but it should only be considered, and weighed appropriately with optimism. Only those who are weak, fail to allow optimism to succeed in their lives. Why be so negative when life is so short? It will only lead to destructive thought instead of constructive thought. Like I said, pessimism keeps you from being naive, but can’t you simply be aware of the dark side to keep you from harm? I say 10-20% pessimism, 80-90% optimism. This will aid you in thought of the highest levels, without the weights or inhibitions of pessimism.

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 39061

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 24, 2008	Views: 5,214

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LSD (2) : Mystical Experiences (9), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   58 kg

This experience happened approx nine years ago. I had previously used these substances before on many an occasion and had brief encounters with amphetamines and MDMA. This particular type of acid was new to me and my trip partner and I had tried 1 tab 5 days previous to this session, we both rated it as rather potent. On this pre session I had rather intense feeling of paranoia and anxiousness but was able to keep it under control and not upset my partner too much. I believe it to be my mindset at this particular point in my life and not just the substance, after all LSD only comes in different strengths not quality.

We woke up at my place at 7.30 am and lay in my room relaxing with a joint. We then proceeded to smoke 3 buckets of Moroccan resin; this is what they’re called in northern England. We filled a large bucket with warm water, cut the bottom of a 3 litre pop bottle, gauze the top, sink the bottle into water, burn the resin in then slowly raise the bottle out while reheating the resin. 30 mins after consuming these I felt immaculate and ready for the rest of the session. We traveled to the next town were our dealer was, I fucking hated public transport, and enquired to our dealer about these Testube acid tabs and purchased 3 each and took them without delay (very stupid). The taste was slightly bitter in a very weird way and within about 60 seconds I could feel strange tingling from my taste buds to my brain, just physical. “Fuck” I said 'Can you feel that already” he agreed.

We catch a bus back to my place and this is where it got bizarre. We sat at the back on the top deck of the bus and smoked a big joint (there was nobody else on the bus) then I suddenly had extremely long hair even though I had previously shaven it 5 days ago. The hair felt nice but I was concerned about the cars behind the bus trapping it under their wheels and from here to my front door is a complete blank. I knock on the door and my mother answers, she asked if we were ok, we replied with 'phnuuae' and escaped into my chill room. I must add that I had no fears of my mother finding out as I new she new and she new that I new that, but we never let on to each other, she is a wonderful, and experienced woman.

We set the bucket up and proceeded to continually smoke our rocky, this is when the pictures on my wall began to melt and reform again. I started playing with a loose thread on my mattress and suddenly became engulfed in endless amounts of string and my friend Dan shared this illusion with me and we both pissed ourselves laughing, I think literally. We decided to put Dark Side of the Moon on and that’s when things got very serious. Dan started drifting off with no responses so I just sat there staring into my room with my new found panoramic vision and watched tribal facial symbols zooming towards me then contracting back again. This proceeded to get faster and more intense.

I also noticed that the music kept switching from Dark Side to Wish You Where Here.

When welcome to the Machine came on I realised that something was seriously wrong with the universe and started to panic a little, all of a sudden Waltz in Black by the stranglers was coming through my speakers. I looked into the corner of my room and could see some insane circus organ music coming towards me,I was getting serious Synestheasure. I had a threatening feeling then realised that everything was fucked. I managed to walk down the stairs half way in search of orange juice and was engulfed in this insane music with intense light then blacked out. I then found myself back at the top of the stairs with the music less intense and tried to ascend the stairs again with the same fucked up strange thing happening, this repeated but I don’t know how many times.

I managed to wake Dan up and he freaked out as well so we decided to go to Asda to by some orange juice to help us, fuck knows why. Every human we encountered were drones that moved like robots, this scared the shit out of us. Then the strangest thing happened, we were both too scared to talk (physically) so we started to talk to each other in our heads, we discussed haw the universe was missing some kind of equation and how it would keep fucking up toward the missing peace and return to the start again. I remember back on the stairs, I thought to myself “Oh no not this again,” very strange.

We returned to the house and approached my mother and explained we were losing our minds and we took some pretty strong acid, she calmly asked how many, we couldn’t remember. She took us to A+E on a fucking bus were my friend started having some kind of fit and purple foam was coming out of his mouth, all I could do was stare out the window wondering when and if the universe was going to skip track again. The bus driver phoned an ambulance which of course came with a police car, and my friend had warrants for his arrest (not for anything bad or inhumane) the thing with the English copper is that they don’t really interfere with things as long as nobody is in danger, so the paramedic told the police to leave, they looked at us and could see we were just flapping on some drug and shrugged their shoulders then left. From here on we gradually calmed down with the occasional fit from Dan, and sat in a 3 hour waiting list freaking out then just jumped in a cab with my mother and went home. I must add that the staff at the hospital were great and told us that we will have to wait like everyone else. This was fair but was a bit challanging to accept at the time.

I don’t know how many u/gs was in this dose but I kept on tripping for another 2 days afterward and kept having flashbacks or mental health problems (probably the later) for years afterwards. I don’t regret this experience as it’s given me enormous interest and insight into arts and psychology and the human condition and have completed some of these subjects at uni.

Exp Year: 1995	ExpID: 38715

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 10, 2008	Views: 7,550

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		 DOSE:

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

Its white, clean

pebble-size paper,

dry against unsure toungue.

Time passes hazily

(Time.

 uhh...

 what's that?)

Gravity's

stone-breathed shutter

pulls green

into blue.

blazing leaf geommetry riding

the ripples of collision,

smells like light

at night

sounds like air in space.

oh, hello, Sun.

How are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.............

Answer at once, shine dances penetrating

through your little dome of ecstasy

Laughter flows upwards

bathing heavy brain with joy.

Eyes close.

Patterns frolic seamlessly across eyelids,

emerging from the breathing migration of patterns are

bright beams bursting into the mind.

Eyes wide.

Sun's final secrets ride

the sky red

kissing the trees

standing quietly.

I stand.

Walking...

towards some unknown future.

Still riding the blissful seafoam of an acid brain.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 71275

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 19, 2008	Views: 4,769

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