		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 1.5 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 0.5 tablets
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

Before I get started with this trip-report, let me provide you with some information about my drug intake prior to this experience.

I'd smoked weed countless times before this trip, and had taken MDMA more times than I could count, too. I'd tripped on acid 3 times in total, though the third time I got shitty tabs so I don't really like to count that as a real trip. I'd taken n-bombe once.

The day of the trip began, and I hadn't slept a wink the night before. So the entire day I was very tired and groggy, with only marijuana to assist me in staying awake and alert. Me and a friend, we'll call him B, went and picked up three tabs between us as we were on our way to a house party with a number of our other friends. We arrived at the house a little early as we knew the person who was hosting the party and she allowed us to sit in her living area and watch TV while we waited for people to arrive. With people due to begin arriving in the next 45 minutes, we decided it'd be a good idea to stick our tabs under our tongue.

As people began to arrive, I could feel myself coming up a little, I felt a little strange, but I couldn't put my finger on why. 10 minutes passed, and I decided to get up and head into the kitchen as a few people had just arrived and I wanted to go and say hi. I walked into the kitchen, and as I did so it felt like the door frame twisted to one side and I'd just stepped into another world - that's the moment I knew the acid was beginning to hit me. 'Woah! What the fuck' I exclaimed in a playful manner, explaining to the sober people in the room what'd just happened. They all found it hilarious, and I went back into the living area with a grin on my face. This is where things began to get crazy.

I've came to the conclusion that in the past, I'd only taken crappy tabs, and the tabs I got that night were the first decent tabs of acid I'd taken. I'd obviously felt the effects of acid with the other tabs I've taken, the confusion, visuals, etc, etc. but never as intensely as I did this night. The first thing I noticed that began to trigger my bad trip was that I was unable to properly watch the television, in the past, I'd be able to get a general idea of what was going on, and I'd somewhat understand the premise of the show I was watching.

This time however, because I saw an actor from 'Friends' the TV show, I was continuously thinking we were watching Friends, even though we weren't. The few people left in the living area had to keep explaining to me that we weren't watching friends, they found it funny that I continued to forget everything that was happening on the TV, and that I couldn't even keep ahold of what we were watching. I laughed along with them, but in the back of my mind I began to think 'This has never happened to me before on acid, is this acid? Have I been given something else?' the main reason for me beginning to think this was probably due to the fact I'd never bought off this dealer before, I didn't even know her, it was B's dealer - not mine.

The next thing that happened that I'd never experienced before was people's faces beginning to become distorted and stretch. Everyone I looked at had HUGE eyes, and I mean HUGE. It was like their eye began somewhere around the middle of their forehead and ended at their cheekbone. This again, trigged the doubts that what I'd taken was actually acid.  All that was racing through my mind was these stories about people dying from 'acid clones', people having seizures, all that shit. My friend began to speak to me from across the room, I couldn't even work out what he was saying, I was just focusing on how flushed everyone's face looked, and how his eyebrow was slowly creeping down his face and twisting around his mouth as he spoke. I didn't want to tell anyone how I was feeling because I'd been bigging up acid for the past 4 months, constantly raving about how amazing it is and how I can't wait to get more. I just sat in the armchair and tried to ride it out.

I then received news that two of my friends were on the way, H and C. They'd both never seen me on acid, and I wasn't sure how to handle being on a bad trip around them. They were both very bubbly and excitable people, especially when they were together, and out of literally everyone at that party, I was the closest with them both, so there was no escaping conversation, and I was dreading their loud personalities while I was feeling like this.

there was no escaping conversation, and I was dreading their loud personalities while I was feeling like this.

 B was tripping alongside me, but he wasn't saying much, he never really speaks, and he definitely wouldn't tell someone if he was feeling bad, too. We kind of sat next to each other on the couch in the living area tripping utter balls, with 1,000 bad thoughts racing through both of our minds. I didn't know it yet, but B was having a bad trip, too. It was B's first time trying acid, having only tried n-bombe in the past, and it was my responsibility to look out for him in case this happened, I'd never foreseen that I'd have a bad trip too.

As I sat beside him, I simply turned to him and said 'This is strong as fuck acid, I've never had anything like this in my life.' I didn't want to trip him out, so I said acid, but I used the word loosely. He just turned to me and laughed a little bit and said 'Yes.' - I could tell he was feeling the extremely intense effects of the acid just from his quiet response. I didn't know if it was just the acid, but he didn't look himself. I tried to disregard this, as all it was doing was adding to my paranoia, so I simply began to look around the room. This didn't help. I looked at the floor, and saw that it looked as if I was at the bottom of a hill, the floor, and the furniture on the floor (The TV stand, the armchair, etc) all looked like they were on a slant. It was like the floor was tilted upwards ever so slightly, and the room also had this new 'aura' about it, it's hard to explain. I decided to turn my focus to the TV, as the tilting was again something I haven't experienced before on acid so it began to trip me out even more, almost everything I looked at seemed to contribute to what was about to become the worst trip of my life.

For a few hours, the acid got progressively stronger, and stronger. At this point, I was unable to even comprehend what was happening on the TV show I was watching, I was utterly and totally confused. Suddenly, the TV screen appeared to 'pop out' from the actual TV set itself, it was as if the screen was hovering just in front of the TV set. Something then came on the TV with a fairground ride or something, I don't know, I can't really remember. But either way, it began flashing an array of different colours, and amazingly, whatever colour was displayed on the TV was mirrored across the entire room, the TV flashed orange, the entire room was orange for a split second, it turned green, so did the room. At the time, I didn't find this enjoyable at all, and knowing that my two friends, H and C were on the way, I decided to head upstairs.

I stumbled through the narrow corridor after making my way upstairs and looked for an empty room. I peeped my head around a corner and found an empty room with a double bed. I slowly entered the room and perched myself on the end of the bed, one thing I noticed is that the bedside table that should have been to the left of me beside my knee was now somehow completely stretched out and covered the entire left field of my vision. It was like everything I wasn't focused on was stretched towards the centre of my vision, and I hated it.

It wasn't long before someone noticed I was missing, and the people who happened to find me were H and C. For some reason, I thought they were going to purposely make my trip worse if I told them about it, so I kept silent and nodded along while they spoke to me. They both came and joined me in the room I was in and began to have their own little conversation about random shit, they knew I was on acid and just presumed I was zoning out happily in my own world, so they left me to it for a while.

I was then pulled into the conversation when I heard them mention pills, C said something along the lines of 'I can't wait for D to get back with these pills though, then I'll be buzzing like you J (me) haha!' I then stared at him blankly, to which he said 'Are you enjoying it, bro?' I paused for a few moments, and decided I had to tell SOMEONE, heck, my girlfriend was at that party somewhere and I had been avoiding her, I didn't even want to tell her. C is someone who knew his shit about drugs, in-fact, he's the one that introduced me to the stronger drugs, other than weed. So I worked up the courage to say 'No.' I told him and H that I thought I was having a bad trip, and luckily their moods changed in an instant.

They both suddenly went into serious mode, which panicked me even more, because in my confused state of mind I was still convincing myself I was on something other than acid and was going to die. This is moment where I remember thinking 'I'm going to die.' I honestly thought I was either going to end up dead, or I was stuck this way for the rest of my life. H grabbed me a glass of water and they both began to comfort me as I slowly sipped the water, this made me feel a little better, but I was still utterly fucked, and worst part of the trip hadn't even happened yet.

For some reason, I felt like I needed to leave the room, I don't know what it was, I just felt trapped where I was, like the walls were caving in on me or something, I don't know. I stood up from my position and instantly felt kinda sick. I felt as if I was extremely tall and was hunched over the ceiling, looking down at the entire room from where I was stood, it was an extremely strange sensation and it made it extremely hard to find my footing and walk. I was helped through the hallway, and by this point the party was in full-swing, I could hear music blasting and everyone having a great time downstairs. 'Why didn't I just get an E?' I remember asking myself. As I sat down in the next room, the trip began to intensify further.

I literally began to forget things about myself, I remember forgetting who I was, what my mother looked like, where I lived, what the outside of the house I was in looked like, everything. I also kept seeing my face for split seconds as I looked around, and I looked terrified. I was terrified, I thought I was stuck the way I was forever, or going to die, and I couldn't remember anything at all, I could barely remember who my friends even were. And to be honest, I didn't even know what a friend was. I remember C telling me, 'It's just the acid, it's just the acid' as I was panicking and I was processing what he was saying, but I didn't know what it meant. I tried to remember what acid was, and I knew it was a drug, but I didn't know what a drug was. It was so strange, my brain was still making links between words, (eg, acid - drug, cat - animal) but it was like the words had no meaning.

my brain was still making links between words, (eg, acid - drug, cat - animal) but it was like the words had no meaning.

While all this was going on B was downstairs on his own, he was having the same trip as me but he had nobody to help him through it as H and C weren't allowing the countless people that were trying to check on my well-being into the room. That included B, they didn't know he was having a bad trip, and the first few times he tried to come into the room, he wouldn't tell them, either. Eventually though, I heard his voice say 'I'm feeling like J's feeling!' and instantly linked it to his face, I don't know, it was weird. It was as if I was connected to him in some way because we were both on acid. 'Let him in, let him in!' I remember saying, H and C obviously obliged and allowed him to come into the room. He was shaking, like I was and he instantly lead on the bed, sweating and breathing shakily just like myself.

I remained in the room in my terrified state for the next few hours, other than when I occasionally said I wanted to go outside because I was feeling really trapped, but then realised it was no better than being inside and that I felt more secure indoors anyway. Eventually, I remember zoning out on my friends bed, and I began to come around a bit. Loads of people were constantly coming into the room to make sure I was alright, and it was making me feel alot better to know people knew about my trip and they actually cared. A large portion of them caring was probably due to the fact that 90% of them were on E at the time, but nonetheless, it still made me feel good.

One of my friends were in the room speaking to another of my friends, and I remember slowly beginning to understand what he was saying. I remember him mentioning facebook, and I instantly recognised what facebook was. I then told my friend to keep talking about normal shit, and he did, it all came slowly flooding back to me, I was able to register what he was saying, and could give him a well structured and understandable reply. The sense of relief that blew over me at that point was almost undescribable, it was as if I'd been put on trial for murder and I'd been proven not guilty. Because I was still under the influence of the acid, it literally felt as if a huge weight had just been lifted off my shoulders. My friend who I mentioned earlier, H, went to the shops and bought me my favourite drink, and I sat on the end of the bed listening to people speak as I sipped.

Many people say they have meaningful experiences on acid, and I can honestly say this was a meaningful experience. I felt as if I'd been in some dreadful accident, and had lost the ability to do anything, and as people were helping me, it made me feel as if they were somehow bringing me 'back to life' like I'd been reborn anew. I can't really describe it, nonetheless, it felt kind of spiritual, and I don't normally follow any of that stuff.

The rest of the night, I felt really good, simply because I wasn't having a bad trip anymore. B came around at around the same time as me, for those of you who are wondering. The rest of the night was kind of a blur. I just remember walking around being really happy because I was back to 'normal' well as normal as you can be when you're tripping on acid. The fact was, I wasn't terrified, I didn't think I was going to die anymore, and I could walk around and do normal shit again. I even ended up taking an E that night, I didn't really feel it however, I just had some minor jaw clenching. The acid was overpowering the E, as I only really wanted to take a half due to the nights events.

Later on in the night, however, I smoked some weed, I must have had around 4 joints. And let me tell you, it was NOT a good idea. I began to feel trapped again, and the floor began to look tilted and strange. Everything began to look really trippy again, nobody's face was morphing or anything like that, but nothing looked normal, and my sense of perception was beginning to die out again. Despite the fact I wasn't forgetting anything and I could still do normal stuff, I still began to freak out a little. Just the visuals alone were enough to remind me of the trip I'd had not even 4 hours before. B smoked some weed too, and he felt the same way as I did.

This time, there was nobody around to help us, it was around 6 AM at this point, and nobody was really awake. So me and B decided to take a walk to help clear our heads, it helped, to some extent. But the thought of going inside was still horrible, and we felt as if we were walking on a treadmill the whole time. Every time we looped around our area and got back to the house, we both decided to keep walking - we must have walked past the same group of people at least 4 times. Eventually, we decided to go inside.

I went upstairs with my girlfriend, and B was left alone downstairs. We were both still tripping out. I tried to lay down in bed, but it was horrible, the room looked even more titled and I couldn't concentrate on trying to sleep because my mind was still racing. I hung my head out the window for a best part of an hour, as I didn't feel as-trapped with my head outside the window. I simply stared around whilst B was below me in the back garden chain smoking cigarettes. I didn't even have to say anything to him, I knew exactly why he was still outside at 7AM and how he was feeling.

Eventually, I managed to get to sleep. I slept from about 8AM to 6PM, and walked home. I had some minor comedown effects, but my guess is that the MDMA contributed greatly towards that. I just kinda felt strange on the way home. But I was still on a really good vibe because of how grateful I was to have escaped that trip and be totally back to normal again.

That is all. I'd like to apologise for not having many references to time in this report, it's simply because I honestly had no idea what time it was pretty much the entire night. I didn't have my phone on me, and the first time I looked at the clock and was able to process what it said was around 5AM. The bad trip all in all lasted about 3 - 4 hours. But it felt like much, much longer. It felt like an eternity.

This experience took place 4 months ago, and I haven't touched acid since. To be honest, I don't know if I ever will. If I did, I'd do it in a controlled environment this time, not a house party. And I'd definitely only take half a tab. As you may be able to tell, I'm not a very experienced psychedelic user, I normally stick to things like MDMA or weed - for this exact reason.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109635

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Dec 13, 2016	Views: 3,213

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Bad Trips (6), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 0.5 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Changa
		 (plant material)

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Changa
		 (plant material)

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Changa
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

Yesterday was Australia day and quite warm so the day was spent indoors socialising at friends beachfront house before heading to the beach in the arvo to play cricket, frisbee and watch a storm roll in over the ocean. A few drinks and a joint or 2 were passed around but nothing excessive.

After dark a couple were giving me a lift home and continuing onto a party so I offered, and they accepted, a half tab of acid each, I wasnt planning on it but decided to drop a half myself with them. They continued on to the party and I walked to the local bar for drinks and chats with friends.

The blotter acid was bought from a solar eclipse festival along with a vial holding about 45 drops of liquid LSD, and after a friend found a packet of crystal meth some poor person lost, we traded it for 10 hits of changa. The blotter was purchased from a knowledgeable fellow from San Francisco and was a nice clean 8 hour buzz, nothing too much, just a bit of fun when I take half.

And so I was having a nice night playing pool and loving the music from the guitarist.

About 3 hours into it the bar shut and I walked home to have a few cones of some local grown weed and watch Pink Floyd at earls court. All the usual symptoms were there, like when I snapped out of it and had to ask myself why I was running through the paddock chasing wallabies, and a few visuals but nothing full on. All pretty standard stuff.

After I got settled on my comfy couch with Floyd playing through the surround, I proceeded to chop up a bowl of weed. As I was finishing chopping I also proceeded to spill bong water into the bowl putting a real dent in my australia day festivities. Remembering the changa and the great hit it gave when I was straight I didnt waste time packing a cone so I could try it on acid, what followed blew my fucking mind!

I timed it well so pink floyd were going into a riff when I slowly sucked up the very strange tasting smoke, I leant forward to place the bong down and sat back and slowly exhaled. I was still exhaling when the smoke turned to billions of glistening crystals, the rush was intense, the lightshow from pink floyd made it perfect because without that focus it may have been overwhelming and trending towards scary. As it was, the colours through the smoke and in a darkened room just took me in, I felt as if I were in the ocean and a wave washed me gently forward into the screen. The flat screen now looked super 3D with so much depth and brilliance and music never sounded more angelic than right then. This all happened in 40 seconds or so, then the gentle wave that washed me into the screen came roaring out a blasted me full on fully tripling in intensity. I sat there in awe as the colours flowed out of the screen over the ceiling walls and floors and my darkened room was now like a neon tunnel with different lights streaming around me. Then it kicked up a gear.

I realised I was looking at my body tripping from a weird viewpoint

I realised I was looking at my body tripping from a weird viewpoint

, my body was there and 'I' was here, maybe I had taken too much and was going to die, I didnt care, after this trip I no longer worry because it was such a feeling of perfection to be laid bare, totally stripped of my ego and body. I trip so I can get a connection with that other side, the real me, you know poke a few holes in the barrier between my higher self and reality, last night I tore it open and stuck my head in for a good look about.

I was shown something akin to a thick rope, made of lots of threads, these threads touched the threads around them but not the ones on the otherside, though they were all part of the 'rope'. I understood each thread to be a soul through its lifetimes, and the other threads near it were other people who keep showing up in my lifetimes in various guises. I saw my friend, who lives on the other side of the planet and whom I rarely talk to but we have always had a connection, I seen her face and I KNEW we have known each other before and will again on the next time round. It was very comforting and I feel a bit naughty, like I have overheard a secret I shouldnt know about and I have an inkling about other people whom I may also touch threads with.

Changa on acid was a AAA+++ experience that I will still be raving about when I'm in a wheelchair, I've done mushies in Canada, Amsterdam and Thailand, I've done dozens of trips at raves and eclipses and got high on almost anything I find but this was heads and shoulders above everything else. I had 2 more cones later to finish it off and try and get back to that wonderful place and even though the were big trips in their own, they paled in comparison to the first hit.  Each hit lasted maybe 7 minutes full on with another 10 minutes of coming back to earth, the initial rush overwhelmed my senses and projected me into a place where I had spent a lot of time thinking previously, reincarnation and life lessons, and left me feeling so grateful, a burden has been lifted from my shoulders.

When I purchased the Changa I had 2 tentative cone fulls at the eclipse festival in the afternoon with a few friends and rave music in the background, the effects were nowhere near as intense as this last trip but still very much enjoyable, and more of an 'outer' experience like seeing fractal patterns floating and moving in the air in response to the gentle breeze and the music pushing them around.

Overall it was an amazing experience that I will be actively seeking to replicate with higher doses of both the Changa and Acid, I cant imagine it would be as good with a tobacco or marijuana mixture, or smoked through a joint unless I didnt want the total psychoactive effects.

An afterthought that has stuck with me; all the thoughts of past incarnations lead me to believe there will indeed be more lives to come, but what if we ruin the home we incarnate on, will those souls not evolved in time stay in limbo incomplete? That is a scary thought.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 99100

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 35

Published: Feb 16, 2017	Views: 5,573

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Changa (816), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 4 hits
		 vaporized
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

I sat in my room alone with the door closed, hiding, the floor untouchable due to clothes and drawing paper.  I heard a large group of my friends down the hallway, laughing, using words I couldn't understand.  I repeated something my roommate said to myself, trying to decipher it phonetically.  I may have understood it at the time but I've lost it since then. They seemed so happy, watching videos on the TV.  I wanted to join them.  I was trapped in my room with fear of showing myself in this state of madness.

I had two large sheets of water color paper that I had drawn on.  I began with one fine pen, in my right hand, but the angles weren't right, I could not make the shapes I wanted outside of the comfortable axis of my right elbow, and I felt guilty.   I began drawing a shape that I enjoyed, the shape of a woman's body.  The hourglass shape would not become what I wanted and so I rounded the edges, finding the endless motion of the figure eight impossible to pull myself from.   I realized that I needed to use my other hand, so I picked up a thick marker with it.  It was awkward, and the guilt of my neglect overwhelmed me.  At this point I had been talking to myself in frustration, sure of my sanity having been 'crooked'.  I attempted to calm myself my writing, 'I am in a drug frenzy, I'm going crazy'.

I became aware of the left side of my face being unsynched with the right, and I was unable to focus with both of my eyes on the same spot.  I began to draw with both hands, feeling a distinct separation between the two thought processes and visual comprehensions.

I began to draw with both hands, feeling a distinct separation between the two thought processes and visual comprehensions.

  Anxiety had been with me since the beginning of the trip, but it manifested itself in my left side.  As I drew and attempted to link the two hands, I became aware of my search for a whole and single entity.  The infinity symbol, or figure eight, was a perfect visual representation of that, and I became stuck in a repetitive thought process of trying to reach the core of this one whole.

I felt a cold emptiness in the idea of meaning, and the lack of it in life.  I realized that my left hand and side were inferior to my right, and I became aware of two comprehensive intakes within myself. The left side of myself was weak and fearful.  Less skilled and afraid of making trouble or creating any disturbance, it was like a small animal.  The right was strong and sharp.  Skillful and confident, it was cunning and malevolent.  They began speaking to each other, both of them through me although the common I was aware of their presence.

The right side encompassed eighty percent of my sentient being, and was condescending to the left side, though curious of its weakness in a childlike manner.  They best communicated when both my hands were simultaneously drawing.  After some listening to these characters I attempted to coax them together, to work as one, explaining without words that in order to function in the regular world there can only be one in one body.  Or to at least try.  Slowly they agreed and became as one as possible at the moment.

Earlier in the night I had attempted to leave my room to be with the group of my friends in my living room, along with my other two roommates, one of which was tripping with me.  I sat next to my friend Rob and tried to say something but I could not understand the language being spoken around me.  I tried to collect myself in silence, but the room's attention turned toward me and began to laugh nervously at me.  Rob pointed me out, I was in a trance and I felt as if my left eye was cocked unnaturally.  I felt a nauseous pain of embarrassment and stood up as nonchalant as possible and returned to my room.  I thought I may have pissed myself and removed my pants to check.

The physical sickness of this embarrassment was unrelenting.  I felt my bowels painfully and I could hear a set of sentences and words that somehow correlated with this feeling of embarrassment.  The feeling of embarrassment, the strange words and sentences of chastising I was hearing within myself (some of which relating to my mother somehow), and the distinct emotional response to having pissed or shit in public were all synchronous.  I could not tell if I had pissed myself or not, but I decided to take a shower regardless.

When I returned to my room I sat in my bed and attempted to make sense of the previous experience, and became hopeless as I realized I was mentally challenged.  I tried to scan my recent memory for proof that the life I live would not line-up with the notion, but I only created validations such as the fact that I work with a mentally handicapped girl and it would only make sense that management would have more than one employed, and it was me.  Also the frustration that the people around me had been having to deal with my handicap, unawares to me.

I was confused with my boyfriend and how he could be with me, or if he and my best friend were simply corrupted college boys who were my friends only as a malicious joke.

I was later pulled from my dark hole by my friend Clay, who talked to me and helped me realize I was still on a powerful drug, and not just mad.

I kept talking, the words like anxious paste in my mouth.

[Reported Dose: '4 dabs hits and 2 tabs of acid']

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 104382

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Feb 18, 2017	Views: 3,377

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


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

		   T+ 5:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   50 kg

A Lovely First Time LSD &amp; Marihuana

On a warm day in summer, I took 1 blotter which contained 125ug of LSD, together with my boyfriend, around 1 pm.  We planned the trip for a while, because it would be the first time for the both of us. I felt very excited, but also nervous. We were well prepared, we had fruit and water, and turned our phones silent. To be clear, I smoked the marihuana only after tripping for around 5 hours on the LSD.

Pt. 1 - Only LSD

While waiting for the LSD to come up, we played a game called DeadCore, which is a sci-fi, fps, puzzle game. After 30 minutes I started to get laughing urges. We moved to the upstairs place where we have our bed. It is the roof of the house so the walls are angled. You cannot stand there, only sit. I started seeing more patterns and after 1.5 hours I was completely tripping. Objects seemed to breathe. I saw waves in my vision wherever I looked. The place was dim-lit and my boyfriend his face looked almost black. In his dark face I saw lines that formed little cubes in rainbow colors.

I tried to connect to him spiritually, by looking between his eyebrows (third eye). His face kept changing patterns, like it was an extremely real mask that just morphed into another mask. His nose changed into a stairs to a different world. I went into his head/that world through those stairs. We felt extremely connected.

Because of our strong sense of connectedness, we wanted to be closer to each other. We were very intimate during the whole trip. We did not wear clothes, and we specifically felt primitive and connected to the people that walked the earth long, long ago. We did not feel a connection to the modern world.

We did not feel a connection to the modern world.

 The candle that was on made this feeling of primitive even stronger. The fire lit the place in such a way that we had the strong sensation of being in a cave, which was our home, with a fire burning beside us.

A few hours later we decided to go outside. We suddenly realised that we had to wear clothes, it took some time to find them and put them on. He packed a backpack with mandarins, bananas and water. It felt like we were going on a big adventure. In front of the house is one main street, it was slightly scary to pass. The outside world slapped me with beauty. The nature and elements, like the sunlight and the wind, were especially intense. We walked through a tree covered area, when suddenly I saw a man standing in the grass, the sunlight shone on him. To me he seemed like an old Asian grandfather, that must have been standing there for centuries. It felt timeless. We ate our fruit looking out over a little pond that was surrounded by trees, being amazed by the texture of the peel of mandarins. I realized then, that mandarin peels are not dimpled, but covered with tiny bubbles. It is hard to see, you really have to look closely.

Pt. 2 - Weed comes in

Note: I have a history with sensitivity to marihuana. I had some sort of epileptic-like attacks while smoking too much weed and therefore usually am very careful with it.

When we got back, the trip wore off, I thought. I suggested we smoke a joint and we did. This was not the best decision. I almost instantly got sucked back into the trip, but with heavy influences of weed. I experienced everything as extremely heavy. My boyfriend was laying on top of me. He felt so heavy on me, that it felt as if we merged. I couldn't handle it and I pushed him off me. That was a horrible experience. It felt as if he was torn off me. I could see our skin detaching in waves. It was physically and mentally painful. This happened with everything that I touched. He placed his head on my belly, it felt as if it merged into my belly, as if there was nothing inside. At times I felt as if a blanket filled with tiny iron balls was laid over me.

Luckily I had the mindset of accepting whatever would happen in the trip and so I did. I was on the edge of going bad with the weed, but this acceptance really helped me. I could even enjoy it to a certain extent. Around 9pm the drugs wore off.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109573

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Apr 10, 2017	Views: 3,221

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), First Times (2), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   62 kg

This is a report of two different trips I had within the past month and a half which have catapulted my spiritual journey. But first, a bit of history about my psychedelic use and spiritual interest.

I have tried real LSD 4 times in total with the first being at the age of 17 and being quite irrelevant or uneventful. My interest increased though and weeks after this first experience I was ready to try it again. My friend got some from a guy he met once and being naive little kids we didn't think twice about it. I also thought that because I took 1 tab the first time I would be OK taking 2.5 tabs the second time... Long story short it was NOT LSD and I ended up blacking out for about 6 hours, destroying things in my friend's house which resulted in my friends calling an ambulance on me and I woke up hours later in a hospital bed, still seeing violent hallucinations. This experience scarred me and swore me off psychedelics for a long time.

So it was about 4 years later I decided I would try it again, this time testing my substance before use and only taking 1 tab as a precaution. This trip also was uneventful, but made me see that real LSD has potential mental benefits if taken the right way. In the city I live in LSD is quite popular as a recreational drug so it isn't so hard to find but I have never wanted to take them recreationally since my horrific experience, as I think that is using them for the wrong purpose. They are very powerful tools that can be used for personal growth and should be shown the utmost respect.

I have always been a person interested with spirituality, consciousness and the unknown. I read books about it, watch plenty of YouTube videos and *attempt* to talk to my friends about it, most of whom shrug it off as nonsense. It's hard to put my finger on why I have an interest in these things, as I grew up in a pretty spiritually devoid household, but nonetheless it's always given me something to think about. I have travelled through parts of Asia, learning about Buddhism, meditation etc.

So now onto the first trip:

I told no one about this trip, except one friend who I trusted completely. He has never tried psychedelics but we have had deep conversations about life on many occasions and one of the things I like most about him is that he never judges people, especially his friends, and I knew that's the kind of presence I wanted while I was tripping. So I asked if he would tripsit me while I tried a higher dose, in my own house with no other distractions, and he agreed. We'll call him J from now on.

The tabs I got I was told they were 125ug each so I decided to take 1.5 total after testing them to make sure it was real LSD. So J stayed at my house the night before, since we planned to get up early to make the most of the day. We walked down to the beach and it was a beautiful morning. I dropped the tabs at about 7:20am and we went walking around the cliffs near the beach while I was coming up. I started to feel it at about 8:00 and we decided to sit on the cliffs and watch the ocean as I started to feel it more and more. I felt uneasy and couldn't appreciate my surroundings so I asked J to take us home. We started to walk and I was feeling very sick and couldn't walk properly. I had to stop and throw up, despite not eating anything that morning, but it felt cleansing and gave me the confidence to continue on. It was about a 20 minute walk back to my house and I was feeling self-conscious about being in public in this state. It was probably about 9:00 when we got home and we got some music playing which was really starting to induce the peak of the trip. First off we played some tame impala, which was bringing on some huge waves of euphoria, then on to childish gambino (awaken my love, holy shit!!) which induced my first real spiritual, life-changing experience.

Every word he was saying was telling me a story about the nature of the universe, the collective consciousness and how every being on this Earth is connected. It was as if I was being given a code to decipher and once I did I would be blessed with neverending abundance. I was trying to decipher the code while trying to explain to J what was happening in my head. Then I realised that this moment was what my whole life had been leading up to and my current task was just to go into my mind and replace the negative with the positive, which is what I started to do. We continued to play music and although J was completely confused as to what was happening, he knew that it was positive and all he had to do was keep playing good music. I started to think about the unity of every being on Earth and how there are people who already know about this and are working towards making more people aware and raising the vibrational frequency of the Earth. I knew that I would have to do something with my life that would contribute to this.

I also learned a lesson about good and bad. Everything in life needs to be in balance, which means that there has to be bad to make the good worth it. The way I learned this felt like torture. Because we were playing music from YouTube, there would be ads after every song, and I would absolutely flip out when I heard these ads. I felt like they were burying themself into my subconscious without me giving them permission. But after they were skipped the good would come and I would feel euphoria again. On a side note I now can't watch any advertisements as it reminds me that I am just feeding garbage into my mind, which is actually a good thing that I realised this.

I hadn't really had any intense visual hallucinations during this trip, it was almost all just the mental aspects and I was OK with this. But there was one point where J said he was going to go to the shops and I was left alone, so I played tame impala again, and the song 'Let it happen' was playing while I as laying on the floor staring at the ceiling. This was the first and most intense visual hallucination I've ever had. While the song was playing I could see the ceiling and walls of the room starting to open up like a box and behind it I could see the fabric of the universe and some giant, stick-man like figures using machinery in the background, as if these were the beings that were keeping the world going behind the scenes. I thought I was going to take off into space the more let go (let it happen). But just as I thought I was going to take off, J returned into the room and I was snapped back into reality. After this I started to come down and unfortunately these epiphanies were starting to leave me. The rest of the day I was quite down for some reason, despite most of the trip being very positive. The month following this trip was really interesting, as I realised how many lessons I learnt from the experience, but they were only slowly coming to me, which also reinforces my theory of not taking psychedelics too often as you need time to integrate what you've learned into your daily life.

OK! Now the second trip:

This trip was incredibly important to my spiritual growth, though not as powerful as the first trip. So I decided I would take 1 tab, alone, in my room as I thought I could handle this. I had read a lot of reports prior to both these trips and there was one in particular I read which really interested me. It was about the combination of LSD and Yoga to relieve emotional stress. So after my first trip I started doing Yoga daily, with almost no experience of it prior. It was about a month in between both trips, with a lot more Yoga experience under my belt. So I set up my room, closing my blinds, lighting a candle, yoga mat ready, music ready, notebook ready. I was attempting to make this as ritualistic as possible and showing the substance respect and trust. I wrote down on paper what I wanted to learn. I wanted to relieve emotional tension built up in my body. So I sat there, meditating for the first half an hour or so, as the effects started to come on. I then layed on my bed for a bit listening to music, and once I felt I was peaking I moved back to the Yoga mat.

I attempted my usual routine, finding it a lot harder than usual. I remembered about the report I read and tried to recreate this. It was successful to a very minor degree, but I kept having the feeling that I was trying to copy someones success and that it would be different for me. So I kept trying for hours, just sitting in my room, meditating, doing yoga and listening to music. It was not very successful so once I felt I had come down enough I decided to go for a walk. I walked around the beach but felt like people were looking at me funny (maybe they weren't) so I just came home again, accepting defeat. I had a shower and teared up quite heavily, letting out a lot of emotion. I felt like this was one of the lowest moments in my life. Then I went back into my room and decided I'd watch some YouTube videos.

That's when it hit me again. I clicked on the first video I saw, almost automatically. It was a video by the channel Infinite Waters, a guy who talks about positivity, spirituality, and the unity of the universe (sound familiar?). Suddenly the epiphany that I had on the first trip came flooding back into my mind and my mind was blown. It felt like this moment was destined to happen and this was where I needed to be right then and there. I felt like the guy in the video was talking to me directly through the screen. I started to scan the internet for the next 2 hours or so confirming everything I had learned in my epiphany. My life made sense again for only the 2nd time ever. And the most exciting part of this experience was that I was a lot more sober than the first time I had this feeling. The first one was so powerful that once I came down I had basically forgotten it all. But this time was different, I was much more sober and could fully grasp the concept in 2 minds, the fading LSD mind and my regular sober mind. It has been about a week since this second trip and I haven't forgotten anything. My life has been insanely different since just 1 week ago, and I am exploring more spiritual practices every single day.

Now the reason I've titled this 'Getting the spiritual ball rolling' is because I believe these were the exact experiences I needed to begin my spiritual journey. I believe it's possible to achieve this state without drugs, but it takes a lot of work, time and practice. I feel like my life has changed course solely because of these 2 experiences, and although I plan to take psychedelics again in the future, there is no rush and I want to be able to generate this amount of energy and positivity sober eventually.

I plan to travel to India, Nepal and Tibet in the next months to learn about true meditation and spirituality, and to try and improve the world we all live in, as best as I can. I believe now that spirituality is the answer to the problems the world faces right now, but it takes a lot of effort and practice, and a lot of people don't see any benefits in it. Psychedelics are a catalyst in improving this world. They MUST be legalised, for research purposes so we can start healing this broken planet we call home, one individual at a time.

Thanks for reading,

Peace!

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 110244

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: May 19, 2017	Views: 3,560

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LSD (2), Yoga / Bodywork (202) : Alone (16), Personal Preparation (45), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 3:40
		 70 mg
		 oral
		 Ephenidine
		 (capsule)

		   T+ 5:40
		 25 mg
		 insufflated
		 2C-C
		 (capsule)

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

T0:00-Administered 3 tabs of LSD and took a shower.

T0:30-Exit shower, feel immaculate and clean, purified and comfortable. I walk into my cozy room, lit up by the afternoon sun, the beams of light manifest in the smoky atmosphere from the incense I burnt. A blunt I rolled beforehand awaits me on my desk.

T0:40-Slowly builds. Based on my history with acid (usually I would take 3 and it would be very manageable and malleable), I figured this would be a light experience that I would accent with other substances, a sort of background trip to be built upon. A friend comes over and doses. He and my roommate and I are relaxing in my room, I decide to light up that blunt.

T0:50-Holy shit that blunt. My roommate and friend are hanging out talking. I eventually go silent and lie back on my bed. I am rising so heavily I cannot really communicate at all. I close my eyes and am greeted by an explosive well of fractals and blooming forms. It beckons me, but I cannot dive in while sharing the space with others, that would make me feel vulnerable and reckless.  But this is getting out of hand. Auditory hallucinations begin to chew their voices apart and I can feel the gentle breeze at the edge of a raging storm of thought loops and ego death. The breeze carries a flurry of open eyed visuals, patterns and fractals relentlessly playing themselves on my field of vision. This is going to be big. Something is going to happen. I feel very small as the room stretches away from me, obliterating all depth perception, perspective and sense of scale. I can’t do this anymore. I manage to piece together the words and kindly ask them to leave me alone for a bit. Both of them are very experienced with psychedelics/familiar with my penchant for doing them alone, so they politely comply and go downstairs to watch a movie.

T1:10-It seems another instance of no accurate timestamps for like an hour and a half, as time is violently dismantled. Alone at last, I let the storm wash over me. I lie down on my bed and close my eyes and bam-Imagine a frail house getting blasted by the winds of a hurricane, wood and debris flying off, until at last the rotting beams snap and the entire structure gets flattened, mowed over by the wrath of air being flung about. That was me, I was flattened and mowed over by a psychedelic gale. The wind comes in chunks, each one resonating and vibrating my bones and essence as it strikes me. Each strike, I come apart more and more, I vibrate at higher frequencies until my being is shredded, split, utterly dismantled and mangled. I love acid because I usually feel in control, I am euphoric and I feel enhanced by psychedelic magic. This time however, I am at the mercy of this amorphous storm.

I begin to realize what I’ve gotten myself into. The original plan was to take acid, then 2C-C, and then chill out on the couch with my friends. That wasn’t going to happen, that wasn’t going to happen for a while. I could barely stand up. My entire field of vision more or less melted and warped, it was familiar and undistinguishable. My short term memory began to short out as time got utterly abstracted.

I tried to throw on some calming music. Ho boy. This is where things got really freaky. The sounds of familiar sounds had become alien and unrecognizable. It was like the sounds were dissected, every layer was split apart and run through a tangle of distortion. Soon things began to get creepy. The songs would begin to slow down and speed up, seemingly randomly, with the accompanying drop/rise in pitch. This was it, this was my reality breaking apart, I was truly sensing a rift in reality stronger than any I had ever done. I feel like I broke everything. I felt like this was the big one, this was the trip that would end in severe consequences due to its sheer power. The world as I knew it cracked open, and there was doubt in my mind as to whether it would ever come back. But whatever, just ride it out. I felt like I had damaged reality.

I put on very minimalist calming slow ambient music, it helped a bit (how I managed to operate my computer is beyond me). This great sense of dread and foreboding overcame me. It was the sort of fear when you are exploring an abandoned building, and a chill runs down your spine, when you hear a sound in the distance when you think you are alone. I felt like I had hacked into reality, split it open to reveal the inner workings and the mechanisms that drive it. I suppose I could make this analogous somehow to some scientific definition of “dimensions”, just iterations of space packaged within each other, each one influenced by the one it was within. Okay, I don’t know if that’s actually how dimensions are defined, but with my limited knowledge on the subject that’s the impression I have.

 fear however, came from the fact that something did not want me doing that. This something was not even a “thing” it was beyond our definitions, it was an essence of darkness and malice that could not even exist in our world, for it was beyond existence. Perhaps it was not malicious, but merely protective. However it felt, it did not want me here at all. I felt like punishment was incoming, that some strange interdimensional police would come and trap me in some asphodelic eternity.

If I could give a sensory aspect to this, the visual space of this shattered reality was onion shaped and bulging pulsing forms, vibrating with the overwhelming psychedelic wind in a gelatinous aether. It was here that I realized how much of a role acid played in my “dextroverse” (LSD+DXM+DPH+some tryptamine) experiences, which I had in the past mostly attributed to the DXM. The sounds were… okay imagine a drumbeat, a deep bass that reverberated with a wicked splash, getting warped repeatedly, its edges softening each time, its tone dropping each time. This beat was the sound of me being chewed apart by the acid, it was the steady sound of reality methodically breaking apart. I cannot place why, but this was so fundamentally disturbing, the sensory aspect of this has given me a newfound respect and deep deep fear of the dark and undisturbed depths of LSD.

I could pull myself out briefly. In one instance the concentric rainbows on my computer screen warped into spider like creatures. In another I picked up pen and paper and began to draw. It anchored me and kept me from accidentally falling into the forbidden space I had been delving into. I felt like I was being exposed to so much information, that this rift was leaking forbidden knowledge into my head. I could not write this, but at the time I felt like drawing it was a way of encoding and recording it. Of course the drawing failed to convey any of this information once I was in a sober state. Other times of brief lucidity, I wanted to take a benzo, I wanted to tap out and hit the eject button. Oddly enough, I was enjoying this deep disturbance, it was like a horror movie, but I had pals over and wasn’t prepared for /in the mood for a trip this intense.

I had pals over and wasn’t prepared for /in the mood for a trip this intense.

 If I had planned for this, this could probably have gone much deeper, but I had to restrain my brain.

T2:25-Okay. Okay, the storm is passing, the winds are slowing. I am still tripping extremely hard, but at last the great well of forbidden knowledge was closed to me, and I was no longer at risk of a true crisis of my reality. I decided to go downstairs. My friends were watching Animatrix. I sat and watched with them, saying nothing as I tried to gently ride and navigate the comedown. The matrix… oh boy what a wrong thing to watch after my experience. The concept of something operating under our reality that did not want to be found out… it was truly hammered home. It was kinda scary, but I was out of the woods now, so it wasn’t too bad. Very intense to witness though.

T3:10-The movie ends. We put on another one, an anime movie called ninja scroll. Some attempts at conversation are made but I am too jarred to maintain them. Ninja scroll is fucking sweet, just beautiful animation, cool action and strange characters with cool powers. It plays out like a videogame, just a dude fighting a series of powerful foes. But it was so cool and well animated. I noticed I wasn’t viewing it super analytically like I typically do with media while on/coming down from acid.

T3:40-Another friend comes over. I am still jarred and tripping hard, but I feel highly functional compared to how I was before. We hang out and draw stuff for a while. Lots of kush gets smoked. We go back to my room and hang out there, drawing etc. It’s fun, I begin to articulate my experience to my friends and we have nice conversation. My friend who was coming down from his trip decided to try deschloroketamine, so I shared a dose. I personally popped a cap of 70 mg ephenidine. I was in a more comfortable and better state now, so I figured why not, ephenidine was never too taxing on reality and very manageable. 70 mg is a pretty low dose anyways. We hang out more and talk more about all sorts of things, I feel a bit of numbness as I come up.

T5:40-The ephenidine begins to peak as numbness and dizziness, the typical “dissociative walk” and a sort of brightening of visuals. Very mild. My friends go downstairs to play videogames. I tell them I’ll join them in a bit, because I wanna ramp things up. I decide to try insufflating 2C-C. I am aware that I don’t wanna go back too far again, so I cut out 25 mg and put it in a line. The powder is fluffy and does not need to be crushed. I am kinda scared because it’s a large volume of powder. I get something to bite down on. The horrific pain of snorting 2C’s barrels in full force, the feeling of snorting glass or getting shot in the face with an arrow. I am in so much pain. I am immobilized. After about 5 minutes I go downstairs, I am still in immense pain but I feel like I can interact with people at least. The pain persists for about another 20 minutes, longer than my experiences with 2C-B, though this might be because of the volume of powder. The drip is another sort of hell, making me feel as though I have a horrendous sore throat, with awful bitter flavor.

T6:00-I am okay now. This is sweet. I am couchlocked and it's so pleasant, I am buzzing and oozing waves of euphoria, everything is so colorful and bright patterns appear on everything. I love it, this is the desired effect, this is great. I am lucid and clearheaded and can interact with people perfectly. This is not exploration, simply augmentation of my reality. I enjoy it a lot.

T8:00-People have left mostly. I am feeling pretty altered still and go to 7/11 with my friends. The night feels like a magical adventure, a colorful expedition with childlike wonder. The ephenidine adds momentum to every step, the 2C-C buries the world in colors. I am so eloquent and articulate, I feel like my mind and intelligence have been enhanced tenfold. I can piece together ideas perfectly, I can form insightful associations and respond quickly and efficiently. This is great, I take advantage of this to talk about all sortsa stuff with my roommates. We get home and play super smash bros. and I am a lot better at it than when in any state. This is a perfect combination of states and substances, I have truly augmented myself as a human.

T9:00-Everyone else has gone to bed. I shower and think about how cool this feels. I decide to try and take advantage of this state and meditate on all sorts of things. It seems this intelligence only works when one is not aware of it however, it is odd like manual breathing. It will only provide me with insight and eloquence if I let it flow naturally, if I let it naturally weasel its way into my thoughts and experiences. I get out of the shower and excitedly write  before going to bed, feeling cleansed and mentally satiated.

Conclusion-

Wowee. This was the most intense LSD experience I have ever had, if not one of the most intense drug experiences I have ever had. It would’ve definitely been that if I let myself sink into it, if I had not restrained myself for the purpose of being social. But even with restraint, this trip was bursting at the seams, this was intensity and revelation of unimaginable powers and realms. I have a newfound respect for LSD, if not a terrible fear of its unimaginable power and utter unnerving and disturbing strangeness. This was a violation and deconstruction of everything I knew about reality, this was ominous and foreboding, I feared I had broken into the nether, and I would end up like so many explorers, dead and gone in the depths of the unknown. It’s unnerving to think you have shattered your reality and gone to a difference plane, one you may never return from. Hope I didn’t sound too narcissistic and pretentious throughout this piece. Sorry for it being so long.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 108608

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Apr 24, 2017	Views: 2,947

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LSD (2) : Combinations (3), Music Discussion (22), General (1), Various (28)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 1:00
		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 DMT

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

First Experience Smoking DMT

It was as if I was wearing a jacket made up of everything that makes me, me in the physical world. Before I could even begin to exhale the smoke there's the doorman ready to take my jacket. Any perception of time, or self had just simply slipped away. Then BAM! As if from a projector casting images across a screen, and my mind's eye was the projector. I was now looking upon myself stripped of everything that made me a part of the physical world. What happened next was undoubtedly the most profound, and astonishing experience of my life.

From this visual projection of my disembodied self came white light, and colors racing outward creating this web like network of geometric shapes, and patterns all growing from a white light. It was then that I actually realized the light, and the image of myself outside myself were the same entity. White light begins pulsing through the network, and I had begun to witness the birth of life itself sprouting up from that very network. Now I see that this white light is life, it is the life within me, and every other living being. I had been tapped directly into this network, or birthplace in which all of life originated.

I had been tapped directly into this network, or birthplace in which all of life originated.

Never once through my experience had I felt any sense of self, or body. Though as I watched and began to feel as though I understood what I was witnessing, my surroundings were made present to myself once again. I was able to see, and was totally aware of nature, and life around me. This was no longer what seemed to be projections from inside of me. First I was shown, once I had understood the meaning of these projections, I felt as if I had begun to see things for myself again, I had came outside myself in order to show myself these messages, and upon coming to somewhat of an understanding of these messages; It was then I began to truly see. First I was shown the birthplace of life, then I could see the evolution of life; All of nature, all of life sending messages, and energies to one another. Life evolves by 'communicating' through this network. Then I felt it. In complete synchronicity with my heartbeat I was being hit by vibrations I had never felt before. Communication. Life was trying to communicate to me through vibrational frequencies, and just as I had witnessed the light pulsing through the network, I felt it inside of me as well, pulsing in the same way. First I had to be shown, then I learned to see, and now; Now I can feel.

What was realistically a seven to ten minute experience changed me and the way I see all things. Everything I had ever learned, or felt, all the good the bad, every little detail of my life had been adding up to this moment. And in ten minutes, It all changed. My life's journey had never been so clear, and anything left to get in the way of me and my chosen path, was just tossed out. Imagine an entire lifetime of files, and paperwork all scattered around inside your head. Then the little magic maid known as DMT came in, and said; 'Let me clean that up for ya', It won't even take but ten minutes. My past, present, and even future had become unbelievably organized, and uploaded into a network I now have complete, and total access to.

Someone once told me; 'There's life before DMT, and there's life after DMT'. At the time, I thought I had a pretty good understanding of what they might have meant. Now. Now I understand that I had absolutely no fucking idea what they might have meant. Smoking DMT for the first time was by far the most profound, and astonishing experiences of my entire life.

Note: I really had not set out that day with the intention of smoking DMT. I was however already at a party in the woods with live music, lights, let's just say it was a very festive atmosphere. So set and setting was good, I smoked it in a Teepee with three other people. Even though I did not prepare to smoke DMT, I was in a setting that I was totally comfortable in. I had taken two hits of LSD about an hour or so before I was offered The dreams.

Exp Year: 2016	ExpID: 109541

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: May 26, 2017	Views: 3,884

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DMT (18), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Entities / Beings (37), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 40 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Citalopram
		 (daily)

		   T+ 0:00
		 2 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 16:30
		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 16:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 18:30
		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 18:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   141 lb

Nothing Happened

Male, 22yrs and Female 27yrs

Author: Female 27yrs

F: I have missed my daily dose of citalopram 40mg hoping this will help the LSD do its thing.

5.30pm

I decided to take some LSD one night with my partner who we'll call R, we have 2 blotter tabs each.  Both of us have previously taken acid with me usually getting very little effects.  Neither of us have work the next morning.  We chew these and swallow.  Mood is positive, we're both looking forward to tripping.  Some music we both like is playing.  We both start smoking some cannabis buds together.

6.15pm

I start to feel some effects of coming up, a little lightheaded, excitable, I'm hopeful that its going to work, it seems to be definately working on R who tells me 'I'm tripping hard hon, seriously' with a worried look on his face and massive pupils, he's sweating and the beginning of a tremor seems to be beginning.  He says 'I'm in the lounge aren't I' and I tell him yes he is and he's going to be fine and to try and relax and enjoy it.  He looks a little dazed and confused.  He tells me he's going to lie down on the sofa.  He does this then goes quiet for a bit.  I try to get into the music and I do for a couple of songs.  I'm still not really feeling much effects from the LSD apart from a feeling that I'd get perhaps if I had been smoking hash or some particularly amazing weed, not a psychedelic effect in sight really.

6.45pm

R is telling me he's not well and that he's hallucinating far too much and that he needs help.  I start to panic a little and my anxiety rises which makes my heart beat a little faster and I get a terrible feeling of confusion of what the hell am I going to do about this.  I go over to the sofa and tell him that he's in the lounge, hes just tripping and that I'm fine and I'll look after him.  He has the look on his face of a frightened child and he tells me that he's having out of body experiences and thinks he's gone insane and that he's going to die.  I ask him if i should call an ambulance, he tells me to call his mother who is a health professional.  I'm feeling a state of panic and a feeling as if someone is in my brain squeezing the front of my forehead because I have a distinct feeling of pain in that area.   I call the mother who tells me off and then speaks to R for awhile then R speaks to his father and is saying things such as 'if it all ends tonight dad I love you' which sends me into tears which I am trying to hold back because R keeps saying 'why are you crying' 'I'm not coming back from this am I, I've gone too far' 'I'm lost' telling me he keeps seeing people in hell screaming and that sometimes he can hear them, and sometimes see them but not simultaneously.  He also tells me he is seeing demons.

7.15

Mother is on her way after R begs and pleads with her to come and help.  Mother lives 45 mins away.  R stays on the phone to his father who tries to comfort him. I'm feeling worry and anxiety, a lightheaded feeling, alot of confusion, a headache, some disorientation.  No hallucinations.   R's mother is coming to our house while we have dropped 2 tabs of acid each.  This doesn't help.

R's mother is coming to our house while we have dropped 2 tabs of acid each.  This doesn't help.

8pm

R's mother has arrived, she is comforting him, he has his arms wrapped around her and is talking like a terrified child.  This is the strangest thing to see.  R is normally a little macho and confident and has been reduced to a scared child.  He keeps repeating that he's scared and wanting reassurance that he's not insane.  Mother is crying.  I am crying.  He tells us that he knows we're keeping the truth from him about his sanity.

8.15

I start to feel stranger with every look over to the couch at my partner and his mother.  She is trying to talk to me and I'm not really comprehending what she's saying to me very well, but enough to give her somewhat of a satisfactory answer back.  I seem to have trouble with longer sentences drifting off into a mumble.  I keep feeling the urge to laugh and this makes my eyes water because I'm trying not to laugh.  This makes R more worked up because he tells me he can see my tears.  R keeps wanting to see proof of no crying and keeps wanting to touch our cheeks to make sure we're not crying.  R seems terrified and is convinced he's staying this way.  I am not so convinced, I'm just waiting for him to come down so she can leave and I can go to bed as my headache has escalated by now.  I suspect this is from the stress of trying to be controlled amongst all the chaos.  I have had headaches most of the times I have had acid before though which I attribute to the SSRI's.

8.30

R seems to be coming down and is almost capable of a basic conversation.  He is still hallucinating.  Still hugely dilated pupils.  Me not so much.  Mother waits till he seems to be tired out and able to speak coherently again.  I feel less disoriented than before but still lightheaded.

9pm

Mother leaves, R seems to be back on this planet.  R is utterly convinced he almost lost his mind and will never take any A class drugs again.  I feel a little irritated that I had such a bland trip but I don't show this to R.  We both go to bed and have sex which is rather amazing.  My sense of touch seems to be highly sensitive but an orgasm was elusive because I was just so overwhelmed by the sensations.  R orgasmed without any problem.

9.45

We both fall asleep with no problem.

10am

We both wake up and discuss the night before.  I decide to take another trip hoping that I can have a better one than the night before.  I take two blotter tabs.  I smoke some cannabis.

12pm

Nothing happening at all.  I take another blotter tab.  Smoke some more cannabis.

2pm

Didn't trip, had a headache the whole time pretty much.

All in all, I think a reassessment in whether LSD is for me will have to be once I am completely off the SSRI's.  Because I feel that there really isn't much point in doing this as it seems to be a waste of money in my case.  I know the acid was good, because with R having out of body experiences from the same dose and for me to have nothing happen shows that it must come down to the SSRI's being in my system.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 70560

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Jul 13, 2017	Views: 3,567

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LSD (2) : Families (41), Multi-Day Experience (13), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

I always work at 8 o’clock on Saturday mornings at Chuck E. Cheese’s. The job has always been fun because I work in the kitchen with a lot of my friends and the managers there are amazing. I have been working there for a while and the job is basically second nature, so I thought I’d try to have a little bit of fun. One Friday night a friend of mine told me he had some LSD but didn’t want to take it anymore, so he sold it to me so I could see if I could successfully have an acid trip during work the next day. Now I am by no means a drug addict, or anything like that, but I do like to experiment with different types of drugs, especially psychedelics to explore my mind and learn more about myself and my environment.

I woke up the next morning at 6:45, just like every other Saturday morning to prepare for work. I took a shower, made breakfast, and got in my car almost forgetting the two magical pieces of paper wrapped in aluminum foil in my wallet. I put the LSD on my tongue on the way to work, knowing it wouldn’t kick in for about another half hour or so. Luckily there was another guy opening in the kitchen with me so it wouldn’t be too ridiculously busy. I took care of a few things that needed to be done before anything, like sweeping the parking lot and stocking up on all of the toppings for the day. Then came time to roll out dough. This is usually an easy task, but this was not a usual morning. The LSD had started to take effect.

The uneasiness of realizing how intense acid really is is a feeling you don’t soon forget. It’s like climbing to the top of the biggest slide at the playground, and then looking down nervously to see how high the slide actually is. I walked to the bathroom to try and cope with what was happening to my body and mind. I had to get over this feeling so I could get to work. I sat down on the sink to try and catch my breath when I started to hallucinate. The tiles on the bathroom floor danced in a very peculiar way. They moved right on beat with the thoughts racing a mile a minute in my head. Seeing this ballroom of waltzing tiles calmed me down enough to go back into the kitchen and try to get back to work.

By the time I took control of what was going on customers and more employees had started to arrive. The first order of the morning came up, and I took some pizzas off the dough rack to sauce and cheese. The color and texture of the sauce was very strange. As I looked down the line of toppings, they all seemed to turn animated, like a poor cartoon drawing. I started to laugh to myself at the sight of it all, and the more I laughed the funnier everything became. As the smell of fresh baked pizzas filled the kitchen I realized why I was feeling so uneasy; I hadn’t eaten all day. So I threw some breadsticks in the oven to have something to snack on. Just then one of my good friends who also works at Chuck E. Cheese’s came in, coincidentally she is also the girl I have been secretly in love with for about a year. We always flirt at work so I ran up to her and threw my arms around her. It felt like my arms had stretched out to wrap around her tiny body two or three times and I squeezed her tight. As I let go of her she looked at me and smiled the prettiest smile I had ever seen. She seemed to have a sort of extra glow about her today, I couldn’t put my finger on it. Whatever it was, I really liked it. The weariness of the acid had almost immediately vanished and I was comfortable again.

Then I went to the sink to wash my hands and saw a glorious light show. The water splashing about on the stainless steel sink made a rainbow of colors only seen in space. I had never seen anything so beautiful and vibrant. I had always been a sucker for pretty colors, but this rendered me utterly speechless. I ate my breadsticks with a huge grin on my face, replaying the beautiful colors along with my friend’s gorgeous smile in my head and felt a satisfaction like I had never felt before. It felt like there had been something missing, an empty part of myself that had been filled by these images and the warm breadsticks. I was extremely thirsty and decided I would go out into the dining room to get a drink and take a look around at all the kids and families laughing and playing.

The instant I opened the swinging kitchen door and saw the mess of screaming children and the personified rodent robots playing goofy songs about pizza and games I couldn’t control my laughter. It was such an embarrassing laugh that I had to immediately run back in the kitchen so nobody else would hear. When I came back into the kitchen however, the laughter immediately stopped. It seemed I had entered a different place completely. There was a mixed tape of 90’s hip-hop and great dance hits from the past decade blaring from the speakers in every corner of the kitchen. It looked like twice as many people in the kitchen then there really were, and I’m sure the music was nowhere near as loud as I remember it. But it no longer looked like the standard kitchen scene at Chuck E. Cheese’s, but rather a giant house party. Everyone was dancing around and singing, having the time of their lives.

Time was flying by, and before I knew it about four hours had passed since I had gotten to work. I was reaching the climax of the LSD experience soon, I could tell. The dishes needed to be washed and I didn’t want to have the responsibility of making or cutting pizzas at this point, so I quickly volunteered to take care of that. The stack of large pizza trays was taller than I was, so I knew I was going to be stuck at the sink for a while. I didn’t look at the clock before I started washing the dishes but I’m guessing it took me a good two hours to finish. Cleaning the sinks was the best part about doing dishes that day. I used a small squeegee to get all of the water off the sides of the sinks and again saw the beautiful display of colors only seen before by the Hubble telescope. The colors intrigued me so much I spent close to another thirty or forty minutes throwing soap and water on the sides of the sink and making invisible light patterns with a dirty rag. I’m sure everyone at work thought I was mentally insane that day, but thankfully nobody said anything.

I finally finished the dishes and realized I still hadn’t gotten a drink. I got all of my laughs out before going out in the dining room this time, and seriously prepared to witness the mayhem of Chuck E. Cheese’s on LSD. Grabbing my cup, I stumbled out in the madness. The atmosphere was more painful than I remembered. About five times as many screaming kids had arrived, each with two arguing parents. The music playing on the PA was loud and painful; I couldn’t wait to get back into the kitchen. I walked to the soda fountain staring at my feet the entire way hoping no ex-acid head from the 60’s would sense what sort of influence I was under. I quickly scurried back into the kitchen after saying hello to the girl who had been in my head all morning.

I did it! I had survived the most chaotic scene I had ever witnessed in my life. I was not prepared, however for the change of scenery in the kitchen. The music had been turned off and everyone was diligently working. Everyone was assisting everyone do everything. I had never seen so much order and perfect work structure before. It was too strange so I closed my eyes and shook my head, hoping to erase the scene like an Etch-A-Sketch. Sure enough it worked. The scene now was kind of familiar. I knew I had been a part of it before, but it was still new. Then I figured it out, I had seen this in a dream before! Not only had I dreamt it before but it was a recurring dream. And not only was it a recurring dream but it was the subconscious vision I would picture every time somebody said the word “pizza.” It was the typical “pizza place.” Everybody seemed to be on roller skates. I’m not sure if it’s because of how they were walking or because of the queer scenery I was imagining.

Before I knew, it was time to leave. I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to my friend, so I searched all over for her. Finally I found her and told her all of the strange things I had witnessed throughout the day. She still had that beautiful glow about her, and I couldn’t take it anymore, she was too beautiful. I said goodbye and turned around to leave, when I felt her expression change and saw her glow change from a gorgeous red to a soft blue. I wasn’t sure what that glow meant, much less the change in color of the glow, but I knew I had to change it back. I turned back around and looked her in eyes and kissed her on her lips like something you would see in a Cary Grant flick, very classy. As I walked out of Chuck E. Cheese’s that day I felt a warm sense in the air, and everything around had a tiny hint of the bright shade of red that radiated from my love’s lips.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 68350

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 25, 2017	Views: 2,577

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LSD (2) : General (1), Relationships (44), Workplace (51)


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

		   T+ 1:00
		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 2:00
		   joints/cigs
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   54 kg

This experience was what I consider to be my first Psychedelic experience.

I do smoke cannabis on a weekly basis (sometimes more than that) and did have some very strong experiences while smoking strong weed- including Time, Space and auditory distortions which by intensity felt stronger than the experience I'm about to describe. Still I feel that my experienced was a completely new thing for me and definitely raised my curiosity for another experience with a higher dose.

So.. I took my time with Acid. I have many friends who tried and loved it, and I’ve heard endless stories of positive and negative psychedelic experiences. Being a naturally cautious guy, with Anxiety tendencies and a history of a mild anxiety disorder (A short series of acute panic attacks which were triggered by weed smoking back when I was 18 and were eventually resolved through a month of psychotherapy and no medications prescribed), I was always scared of risking my sanity by walking into something that felt bigger than what I was capable of containing, let alone enjoy or benefit. But that didn’t block my curiosity ! (:  and so I read numerous experiences, and talked to just about anyone I could about the nature of the LSD experience. It took quite some time for me to do some growing up and achieve a sufficient acquaintance with myself and my anxiety before I came to a point where I felt comfortable enough with my reality, to try and expand my perception of it. I read some articles that actually described psychedelics as having a healing potential for anxiety disorders. That was really comforting and made me believe that with the right dosage and the correct setting, it could actually be a safe and positive experience for me. And maybe, me too, can finally let go of my initial fears and allow myself to explore my consciousness and Inner-Self.

And so it was..

It was a nice Friday morning. A couple of friends arrived at my place the night before for some dinner and a sleepover. We arranged it so we'll have a whole day just for ourselves, and another day for recovery before Sunday. We woke up after a good night sleep and had some light breakfast. We made sure some Xanax was at hand, just in case (There was no need for it eventually, But it’s always best to play safe).

My friend 'A' had a 3 hit row all nicely wrapped in plastic and covered in aluminum foil.

“A” had already tried a tab from this batch and knew it was safe enough for a first-time tripper. It was a classic Hofmann print, the ones with the bicycle, snowy mountain etc' art.

My tab was imprinted with the sun on it. I wished myself a nice sunny day and placed it under my tongue. After about 10 min it started to dissolve into a paper mache so I swallowed what was left of it And waited...  I was full of excitement and a bit anxious about the trip that has yet to show any signs of onsetting. While waiting for the acid to kick in we decided to take a short walk outside for a cigarette. When we returned we still haven't felt anything significant. (That was 45 min in) We decided to roll a joint while waiting for it to start. I was not too keen of smoking weed since I didn't want to spoil the purity of the trip, but since we were about an hour after ingestion with no signs showing up yet, I decided to take a hit or two from the joint.

About 15 min after smoking the joint we were all chilling in my living room with Kurt Vile playing in the background. While staring at the balcony, I noticed that when I was blinking I saw what appeared as a frozen image of the view I just saw with my eyes open. It was at that point that all 3 of us noticed a shift in our state of mind, feeling high, as being high from smoking weed, but slightly different in a way I can not describe. I closed my eyes and payed attention to the music playing. It was beautiful but not very different from listening to music while stoned.

We have decided to take a walk in the park which was just outside my place. As I was waiting for “S” to get ready for getting out I sat down and closed my eyes, listening to the music again when suddenly “S” called me and from the kitchen. From some reason that really surprised me and made me feel a bit anxious. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths and the anxiety went away, never to be seen again throughout the trip.

We finally went out. As we walked to the park I started to notice it’s hard for me to focus on objects. I was not sure if it had something to do with my pupils being dilated or the general state of mind. As we continued walking through the park I started noticing  I was irresistibly drawn to everything that was colorful around me. I found myself amazed by the geometry and beauty of various flowers blooming between the grass in the park. I spent what seemed like a very long time staring closely at the flowers, Examining their shape, color and textures with great interest. There was a feeling of sheer pleasure, just looking at things and admiring their unique beauty. I remember asking myself , “Are these colors always so vivid and bright ?” I still have a strong recollection of the magenta colored spikes, on one of the flowers I saw. It was for me as a reminder to the beauty of nature.

By that point it was about +2:00h, the weather that day was a bit weird, and suddenly a light drizzle started. We found shelter under an ancient olive tree and had some sweet tea I brought in a thermos. The warmth of the tea and the sweetness of the honey made us feel cozy despite the bad weather. We shared another joint while waiting for the rain to stop. After a while the rain did stop and the sun came out. We went out of our shelter and continued strolling around the park, observing the flowers and laughing at nonsense jokes we made, enjoying the warmth of the sun that has just emerged.

It was about +3:00h when I had the most profound experience of my trip:

As I walked pass a thick shrub I suddenly noticed something weird- while looking at it, it felt as if it’s surface was extraordinary 3-dimensional. As I was staring at it I started feeling very strange, I felt like the shrub’s surface was one of those 3d optical illusions and the field of vision was distorted. Although the shrub’s surface was just a meter away from me It felt as if it’s much further. As I continued staring at it, my vision got fixated and I felt as if the image which I’m seeing was multiplied as a pattern to an infinite field of this shrub’s surface. I felt like I was assimilated in this field of vision and my sense of scale was distorted. For a short time it even felt like I was not even standing straight anymore looking down, but rather, sunken in this 3d field just looking forward. Throughout this event I felt extreme physical pleasure that seemed to be induced by what I saw, I guess you could call that an “Eyegasm” as my friend “S” later referred to it.

I was completely blown away by this, and voluntarily recreated this illusion again and again in different locations of the park, each one was unique in its beauty and I was really enjoying playing with this new “skill” I assessed. I immediately shared that experience with my friends and they tried it for themselves and loved it. by that time we were about +5:00h and got a little hungry. We went to a nice restaurant near by and ordered some stuff. When the food came I noticed that not only had my sense of vision been sharpened, but also my sense of Taste. The food tasted absolutely amazing, I was groaning with pleasure with every bite I took. I became very sensitive to the different flavors and textures of the food  and the composition of the dish. Again, my sensual perception was accented and I enjoyed experiencing the effects of the acid through its various sensual performances. By then it was +6:30h and things started to calm down into a comfortable daze. We returned to my place and had some tea while sharing our personal experiences. I noticed that some halos were formed around objects if I stared at them for a while, but all and all that was pretty much the end of the trip.

I wish that ALL first-time LSD users could have an experience so kind and beautiful as I did.

I feel that the decision to take a relatively mild dose was a great choice, as it made the whole experience very user-friendly and not intimidating at all. Choosing my home as the base for the beginning of the trip made me feel safe and later being out in the nature, served as a great ground for beauty to form out. Being accompanied by close friends whom I totally trust and love made me feel free to experience with no boundaries or fear of being judged for my actions or behavior. This has been said so many times - Set and Setting are very important.

Peace,

S.B

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 106328

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 31

Published: Jul 30, 2017	Views: 2,480

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