		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 400 ug
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 2:30
		 25 mg
		 oral
		 4-AcO-DMT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 2:30
		 200 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 3:30
		 1 hit
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

		   T+ 4:00
		 1 hit
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   225 lb

I first took the 400ug of LSD at precisely 10:30am on a beautiful, clear, and sunny Saturday morning. While the tabs were settling in nicely under my tongue, I got out my 4-aco-dmt from the freezer and proceeded to measure out about 25 mg, or as close as I could get to it within reason. I turned on The Empire of the Sun's new album, and proceed to get out a already weighed out 200mg dose of MDMA. I proceeded to mix the 4-aco-dmt with the finely crushed crystals, and set them both in a little pouch on my counter top.

As I came up on the acid, I laid around on my couch listening to the music, and I decided it would be fun to go skateboard some hills around my apartment complex (I had done this before only on LSD and it was absolutely amazing). I put on both Empire of the Sun albums on my iPod, and headed out the door. The hills around me are very long, and mellow, and you can skate around for about 2 minutes before having to push at all. I proceeded to skate all over the place, and at certain times its like my eyes would be opening wider, and a new shimmering, melting, or waving would start to take place.

For me, LSD visuals seem to decrease the faster you are moving, and almost become crystallized and clear, and this state of mind was very surreal. Me, just chilling, cruising, on a beautiful day was just amazing. I stayed out there for about an hour, finally coming inside around 12pm. Once I came inside, and cooled down in front of a fan, I realized just how fried my brain really was. I could hardly see my iPod to change the songs, so instead I went and sat outside on my porch by myself with a nice glass of water.

From here, I found myself ultimately appreciating the sounds of the city and woods surrounding my complex. The shimmering trees, the beauty of the birds flying up high in the sky, I was absolutely in love. My porch chairs are very comfy, and I found myself almost in a calm and meditative state. I decided then to take that state one step further, and I simply closed my eyes, relaxed every muscle in my body, and cleared my mind into a blank state.

Wow. What a powerful experience. I had never really considered meditation before, but I focused on having no 'internal' thoughts run through my head, no movement, just the sound of me being in nature, with the wind blowing my hair and the birds signing around me. I almost fell into somewhat of a pit of colors, of spiraling kaleidoscopic fractals dancing around me, comforting me in my state of consciousness. I was at peace with everything around me, and simply existing in the present only.

When I opened my eyes, I felt this huge uplifting feeling wash over me, and all my vision turned into a deep shade of blue, then slowly to red, then back to normal (over the course of about a minute). I looked down at my phone in my pocket and I could not believe 15 minutes had passed already! I proceeded to try this 'meditation' one more time, but it only lasted about 5 minutes that time before I could not handle the silence of my mind. It was overpowering, overwhelming; I needed to think.

I went back inside and laid down on my couch, and put on MGMT's Oracle Spectacular. As I laid there, I had all the classic waving, trippy visuals, but nothing too extreme or such that I was unable to handle it. Before I know it, its 1pm, and its time to take my remaining substances of choice. I take what I thought was a little piece of tissue, and pour of the powder mix of MDMA and 4-aco-dmt into it, and bulb it and proceed to try to swallow it. I clearly misjudged the amount of tissue I was trying to swallow, because it started to gag me and try to make me throw up. Duh, I needed to drink water to get it down. I drink some water and it goes down like a champ. At this point, I am thinking to myself, 'Oh my god… what have I done?'

I sit down in one of my comfy chairs and continue to play MGMT. Not even the first song I put on has passed, when I get this strange feeling come over me. 'Huh, that was weird…' I am thinking to myself, this is just a placebo, there is no way it will hit me that fast, considering how much water I drank from skating earlier. I go back outside to sit on my porch, and I am now getting these crazy visuals that I am unable to control. The wooded area I look over is becoming a giant locomotive train, chugging along and billowing smoke. I look up at the clouds in the sky and I see huge ships like what sailed in England in the 1600's. Mayflower after mayflower, billowing, and rolling in without me even having to think about it. Some of the clouds turned into other creatures, all with a gait and everything. Giants, Gods, and even Apes were slowly moving across the sky, and if I looked away and looked back, they were still there in their exact same form.

At this point I have no idea what is kicking in, what is not kicking in, what time it is, how long ago I took my substances, and what the hell this ride is going to be like. I get an overwhelming sense of appreciation for this planet Earth, and this world I am able to experience. I actually was mad at myself at one point, for allowing myself to experience such amazing, beautiful, and raw power, that so few will ever get to feel. I was selfish. By now, my visuals are so intense it is like I am in the most trippy video or videogame you could ever imagine. I literally have fractal trees growing out of thin air, like a growing, blooming effect you would see on a time-lapse of spring time. Anything I looked at would start to bloom fractals, poof up like clouds, and my world was literally waving like a 10 foot sea. I could look down at the street of cars, and it was like they were on some kind of roller coaster of hills, even though it was flat.

Around 40 minutes in, I begin to get this light, feathery feeling flow through me. My eyelids lifted up more, and everything started to become crystal clear. The wind, the trees, the birds, everything was frozen around me. I knew the wind was blowing, I could feel it on my face, yet anything I looked at was completely frozen. This energetic feeling grew inside of me, until I had to go back inside to contain myself. By now I put on the discography of Bassnectar through my headphones, and I couldn't help myself but to start dancing a little bit. Slowly but surely, the feeling of being on top of the world flowed through me, and by the time 2pm came around, I had become God himself.

I figured I was peaked at this point, so I try to clam myself down enough to crack a balloon of nitrous. I could hardly get it working, I was shaking all around my brain was buzzing so much, and I held the balloon in my hand with nervousness. The music was flowing through my veins so hard, it was like a rocket ship for every song. The highs, the lows, every single instrument I could hear with the finest detail, and I hadn't even hit the balloon yet. I could truly appreciate every single instrument, and the combination of sounds was leaving me absolutely amazed.

When I finally hit the balloon, I lost all thought processes. I was trying to do 5 breath-in, and breath-outs into the balloon before I sat there, but at the count of 1 I had lost count already. I inhaled/exhaled what I thought was a couple more times until I was scared I was going to pass out due to lack of oxygen. What is crazy, is that I wasn't even propelled into the typical WAHWAHWAH of nitrous, I was propelled into bright yellow and red faces moving their mouths to the beat on my walls, to neon blue, green, and yellow lines of electricity flowing around my whole apartment. I was on top of the world, and I go outside and these visions carry over to the outside world. I come in and sit back down and realize those balloon effects were not going to go away, that this was my new state of mind. All I could say to myself was, 'Oh my god. This is absolutely insane.' Because it was, it was so insane, that was all I could do for 20 minutes, was dance around in this electric world, with visuals I have never encountered before in my history of use.

As this is going on, I keep peaking, higher, higher, and higher, until again at 2:30 I figured 'This is the peak now, lets hit another balloon of nitrous.' By this time I'm all sweaty, and it was hard to even be still enough to twist my cracker. Again, I hit it and was propelled even further than before. My walls were creatures that were vibrating, and dancing to the music with me. At some points I am literally laughing like a child I feel so amazing, jumping up and down, clapping my hands together, all because I feel so on top of the world. I decide to find my rave gloves (the ones with the lights on the tips), and while I may not be very good at gloving, the swirls of colors I was making was absolutely incredible. My attention span with this didn't last very long though, as I decided to go outside and explore the world around me.

At this point, I could hardly walk on my own two feet. I probably looked either really drunk or really high, but I didn't care at this point. I still have my headphones on, and I walk into a little path by my woods. Obviously, I had to touch every tree two or three times before I could move on to the next tree. Everything felt so good! My visuals by this point have become 2 dimensional, in the fact that I may be seeing a 3d rounded tree in front of me, but all I see is a 2d texture at some particular depth. That is how everything was in these woods, and how every thing was from there after. Like different planes of textures that helped me perceive a 3d world. It was crazy.

At this point I see a path that leads off the side of the trail, and proceed to follow it thinking it was some cool runners trail. I was wrong, I ended up walking into some marsh and being covered in spider webs. Who cares right? They felt pretty neat and spiders need homes too. I walk back up and around the trail, marveling at prickly vines, different leaves, and bark on the trees. I sit down on a little bench and have an epiphany. 'I should go skate again.'

I jump up and, feeling light as a feather, proceed to sprint all the way back to my place without even a hesitation, and grab my board from inside. I'm still as messed up as ever, and I cannot describe how amazing it felt to glide down a hill feeling the best I have ever felt in my whole life. Skating around was a truly amazing experience, and I longed to have some sort of chair lift/escalator when I got to the bottom of the hills. Words cannot describe how I felt, it was like I was literally gliding through space, with all of these crazy visuals swirling all around me. Just me, having the time of my life. It was flawless.

After a while though, I started to get thoughts in my head that all these people were staring at me. After all, I am the only one skating around when people are sitting out on their porches and sidewalks looking over me. I also start to think that everyone else that I see who is close to my age is tripping too. I must have looked messed up when I can hardly balance enough to get going on the board, but once I was going I was floating on air, and perfect.

At the top of the hill I pass a dude who looks like he gets me. He clearly sees me chewing relentlessly on a pen cap, fumbling with my headphones falling out of my ears, and making these quick jerky movements. He gives a nod to me and I nod back and continue on my way, and I turn around and he is standing there talking to the side of a building. And pointing up at it like he is yelling at it. Clearly this guy is high too, so I proceed to skate down towards him. The beginning of this hill gets you going about 25 mph, and he is right at the cusp of it.

I skate by him and decide I need to talk to this guy, so I put my foot down and literally had no concept of momentum, and proceed to immediately yard sale it in the parking lot. Im talking about cartwheels, head over heels, crash. All the while all of these amazing feelings and sensations are going through my brain. I was not phased one bit, and he starts to run over going 'Are you okay man?'

I get up and walk towards him and immediately go 'Hey man, are you high?' because there is clearly no one at the windows he is currently yelling at, so he must be tripping like me.

He says, 'No, I'm not.'

I say, 'Are you sure?'

'Yea definitely not'.

I lean in close and whisper 'Cause I am. Have a good one.' And I put my headphones back in that had fallen out and walk 1/4 mile down the hill to where my skateboard almost went into a sewer drain. I proceed to continue skating around, hardly even caring that I wiped out. So what? I feel on top of the world. I end up finding an overpass that heads into my apartment complex, and find a nice place to sit out and rest.

I realize there was a homeless person that once lived under this bridge too, as I see trash, plastic forks, and even a little fire ring. I hereby call this 'Base Camp' from now on, and I figure out that there were steps leading up to the bridge I was under. Walk up the steps, skate down to base camp, rest, repeat. It was an amazing plan!

I still think everyone is high like me at this point, and I'm skating around and I see this guy who looks like a Civil War soldier walking down the street (Note I live in a very important Civil War town). He's clearly talking to himself, hey maybe this old man is tripping too! I skate by him and ask him how he's going, and he proceeds to mumble back 'Oh I'm fine thanks' and kept on talking to himself. This was when I realized this guy actually is homeless, and is actually a bit crazy. I skate swiftly away back to base camp.

After skating some more, one time I am resting at base camp and I look down at myself and realize my shorts are covered in blood. Upon further inspection, my shirt and my shorts were bloody, and I had scrapes that were bleeding on both elbows, both fronts and backsides of my hands, and one knee. Damn, how long have I been skating around looking like a bloody mess? How long has it been since I wrecked? Who knows. At this point I only do a couple more 'runs' of my new hill I found and proceed to skate back to my apartment to take a shower and drink some water, because it was a hot day and I didn't want to overheat being this high on drugs.

Around 4:30pm I took an ice cold shower, and it felt incredible. The water droplets dipping off my face felt like they were falling into infinity, I could not tell what was really dripping and was was not, and I literally could have stayed under that cold shower head for 45 minutes. I didn't want stay there forever, so I eventually got out and dried off.

Everything that I touched or was touching felt amazing, and for the next hour and a half I proceeded to lay around in comfy pajamas and listen to some House music. Between my bed and my couch, my visuals were slowly fading but the sensations I was feeling were so relaxing and comforting. I literally could just lay there I was so content with the the world, my life, and my situation, I had not a care. I soon realized I was still bleeding and had got blood all over the place, and a quick side track with a tide-stick stain remover took care of my problems.

Around 7:30pm, after my vision had become simply crispy lines and maybe a little waves left over from the LSD, I proceed to turn on Netflix Family Guy and Futurama. They both were making me laugh so hard, and that's when I realized that I had not eaten anything at all the whole day. I needed to force something down, even though I was not hungry.

I reheated some leftover shepherd's pie, and it took me 45 minutes to force it down. From this point onward, I was crashing. I was pretty tired from the days experience, tired from skating, and simply mentally exhausted as well. The night ends with me falling asleep backwards in my bed, still watching Netflix, and having the most bizarre dream where I was a contestant on Wheel of Fortune, and it's my turn, and I proceed to say 'I would like to buy a vowel. The letter Green!' It was so bizarre I actually woke up and couldn't believe my brain came up with that…

I woke up in the morning sore from skating, but refreshed and rejuvenated mentally. Hands down, that was the best drug experience of my life, and I hope to remember it for years to come.  While going solo might not be for everyone, for me, it was a once in a lifetime experience. It was truly amazing, and thanks for reading.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 101195

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 23

Published: Jul 9, 2017	Views: 6,370

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LSD (2), 4-AcO-DMT (387), MDMA (3), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Alone (16), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 220 ug
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:00
		 150 ug
		 oral
		 AL-LAD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:50
		 25 mg
		 oral
		 4-AcO-DMT
		 (powder / crystals)

		   T+ 0:50
		 2 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 0:50
		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Lotus/Lily - Nymphaea nouchali var caerulea
		 (plant material)

		   T+ 3:30
		 2 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Clonazepam
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I swallowed a pill with two crammed pieces of paper, one packed neatly with a bit of Shiva's eye on it (the one dosed 220 micrograms), and a larger, more crammed piece, with the words AL-LAD in plain, Arial-looking font. I had on me some clonazepam, in case if the experience was getting out of control and I needed to halt it.

I began painting. MY mood had been creative and active, I had finished some labs after a grueling day of high school, and I felt that it was an optimal time to unfurl and do some introspective exploration. I was mixing oils and acrylics, which I found tough. I am not too great at painting. Regardless, I attempted to focus my energy on painting a blue dragon with swirling scales in oil, and to then wrap it in some thangka looking clouds in acrylic. Over the time of the come up, my gradual making sense of the image, guided by my spatial intuition, demanded that it become a seahorse instead, and that it have chiaroscuro and rear out from a dark sea. This began to give my perception feelings of darker colours and moods, and so the fantasies became focuses more on things rearing out from the shadows--not intrusively, but with familiarity.

By the 50 minute mark, I could sense the trip was already becoming significantly more intense than AL-LAD alone. In my excitement and rush, I opened a bag of 4-AcO-DMT, and brought it to my side. I eyeballed half the small pile of powder (the pile itself was weighed on a milligram scale to be 50 milligrams) and I ate it. Immediately after I smoked bowls of cannabis, and of blue lotus, which felt very earthy and ancient, although the harshness on my lungs was amplified. At this point, while my heart-rate was unaffected, I had strong physiological sensations all over my body, as if the axons of my nerves were rewiring themselves. Overlapping nervous stimulations led to intense erotic fantasy and pleasure. I took advantage of this and masturbated. Despite the vasoconstriction getting in the way of full release, and the overwhelming cognitive stimulation clouding my fantasies, I led myself to exasperating climax. At this point, things began to become overwhelming--well, not that they were not already.

I felt the strong kick-in of the 4-AcO-DMT, intermingling with the lysergamides and re-configuring itself for this 3 main-way combo. I was not painting anymore, simply lying down. Fungal mandalas splashed and whirred all over the ceiling. Arabic scrolls dripped down. Internal caverns were forged. I heard the sounds of whirring CD drives coming from within my head, like strange alien signals being beamed directly to me--not through some physical medium like a tangible sound, but some internal frequency that sounded as if it were emanating from inside my own ears. Did this ever wig me out, man! I was thrown into a thought loop, questioning the basis of nature as desconstructed sound kept on being wired to me. As reality started playing tricks on itself, I was questioning what reality ever was in the first place. These were never in the realm of psychosis, but they were certainly difficult material to work with, especially since I have had depersonalization issues from early experiences in my childhood that were really hurtful to me. This trip did not directly deal with that, but I felt as if it were being circled around. At this point, I was considering the clonazepam.

Suddenly, I was started to be pushed into what I would consider a '++++' state. In the periphery of my vision, complex, Antonio Gaudi-like architectural designs, formed from crystalline ruby and cyan hues, emerged from the ground. Large crystals were hurled with great force from the fabric of the room. The stimulation was overwhelming and at points I could not tell if my eyes were open nor closed. The experience would shift, almost deceivingly, between ecstatic recreational joy, and dark introspective underbelly. Especially due to the stress of past thought loops, I felt tossed over and over again between the same scenarios in my head, and the power of the visuals, I felt, was not being fully appreciated, due to the calamity of my thoughts. Realistically, I was just shy of embracing the madness of life and exploring the dark side with equal enthusiasm as I did for the recreational 'parts', and perhaps then I would have found the self-assuring value I was looking for. Instead, I began to fear the discomfort of riding out a trip I was not on the same page with. And the visuals were climbing and climbing!! I saw thangka like radial patterns, delicate balancing acts of fractals stacked upon celestial strokes of light, beaming out with apparitions of indescribable creatures--almost animal in their movement and aura, but perhaps too clockwork in shape and structure to be immediately recognized as such. They mended the room, and soon I saw mirror replicas of everything, unfolding atop of one another.

By this point, my heart rate was getting pretty fast. It had been 3.5 hours, I believe, since I took that LSD and AL-LAD. I got stage fright in front of a seemingly infinite audience of maddening lifeforms, leading me into a dimension I was not ready at the time to experience. The past hour I had been thinking vaguely and distantly about the clonazepam in the back of my mind. I decided I would take it. I felt like the ultimate salmon swimming upstream, getting upstairs to my bathroom. Fortunately, I had the pill already laid out on a book, with a plastic cup of water beside it. I clumsily threw the pill in my mouth and gurgled it down.

Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, the experience deflated dramatically. Post-clonazepam, about 30 minutes in, the deflation leveled off, leaving a strong ++/light +++ trip, which felt akin to previous experiences of a tab around 120 micrograms LSD. The hallucinations were present but wholly manageable, and I found myself talkative and stimulated, rather than quiet and introspective. This ran counter to the fact that benzo's are downers. Although, they are also anxiolytic. However, the more the trip wore off over time, the more I regretted cutting it off early, rather than just attempting to ride it out. However, I am incredibly grateful for what it was, and it taught me a lot about myself personally (as all my trips do)--and I guess it taught me not to get ahead of myself when dosing! I still am holding onto LSD and AL-LAD and I hope to try just those two alone soon.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 102950

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Jul 12, 2017	Views: 5,721

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Pharms - Clonazepam (125), 4-AcO-DMT (387), AL-LAD (603), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

T0:00- I set out to the midst of the city with the goal of having a powerful psychedelic experience in a bustling place surrounded by people and society. I was a little stoned as I set out, looking for a safe place to inconspicuously unwrap foil and pop 5 very strong tabs into my mouth. I also had to go to the bathroom really badly. This concluded in me taking the tabs in the stall of a very crowded public bathroom. After this I set off to walk towards one of the rivers that ran by the city. I wanted to smoke a little as I came up, because that always acted to my benefit. By the time I reach the river I can feel the drug flow through my veins with burgeoning intensity. Patterns began to appear in the sky before me and form out of the sunlight reflecting off the water. I was shivering and shaking violently.

T1:00- I find a nice lonely sidewalk by the highway and walk up and down smoking my one hitter with impunity. This has the predicted effect of strengthening the trip, yet also tempering some of the physical intensity- as though it’s been splashed with color after having its edges sanded down. I decide to sit down in a park and draw in my sketchbook.

T1:30- I station myself in a nice secluded place in the grass and begin to draw as the sun breaks through the clouds. The sunbeams explode onto me with the most glorious and dazzling light possible. I can feel the glistening rays with every one of my senses, it’s spectacular in every way imaginable. The light sounds like an angelic chorus. As I draw, I become obsessed with the quality of my lines, the power imbued in each line rather than the holistic image. I try to create a sort of chaotic coherency by placing lines at random and trusting that my elevated state would subconsciously allow me to arrange them in a beautiful, harmonious, and coherent image. Eventually, the lines become cathartic- through a visual-auditory synesthesia I can hear each line scream as I forcefully drag them on the page. Graceful lines become jagged screaming marks, each one circling and contorting with explosive release. I want to be physically screaming out loud, but I still have the judgment to not do that, as I am in public.

T2:00- I am tired of this activity. I want to experience more of the world around me. I begin to hike from the river towards downtown. Unfortunately, this involves passing through one of the most affluent areas of the city. I am dressed in all black with a tattered jacket covered in paintings. I stick out like a sore thumb amongst the swarms of folks in suits and overpriced cardigans. This trek back to center city was exceedingly uncomfortable as I detected piercing stares in every direction. In reality, it was probably me misinterpreting passing glances, but in my state each glance felt like hours of daggers shooting from judgmental eyes. I eventually reach Chinatown, and a crowd of teenagers decked out in hot topic clothes and homestuck merch ask if they can hug me. I accept and then slink off, completely jarred by this social interaction.

T2:30-I go to a public park. I sit around people watching. It’s a lot of fun. Some people are sitting in circles playing some game, occasionally one of them stands up and shouts things. After extended observation it begins to feel almost rhythmic and patterned, it’s a very interesting background sound. In front of me a guy is dancing to dubstep. He is very lean and has beautiful chiseled muscles. His muscle control is incredible, he has 100% control over every minute movement he does. This is absolutely fascinating.

T3:00-I am tired. I am uncomfortable in public, lots of people are looking at me, or at least I suspect them of such. I want to go home. I make my way to the subway. Waiting around in the station is uneventful. On the subway I slump in my chair. I zone out and feel my eyes roll into my head, I must look like a drugged up mess to everyone on board. I become aware that I might be exaggerating my appearance for my attention. I keep looping through this thought, correcting myself before drifting off and become self-conscious again. I get off the subway and head home. The walk home is completely wiped from my memory.

T:4:00- I am home now. It’s comfortable, peaceful, and familiar. I break out the bong and take a huge rip as the sun sets. I had no idea what this would do to me. Especially this one hit- it is gigantic and milky, I seem to not feel the smoke entering my body and just continue to take more and more. This dose of cannabis is monstrous and I cough violently upon realizing just how much smoke is in my body.

T4:30-I start to feel a little funny. Usually smoking while tripping just kicks up the visuals a little bit or lessens the body load. This time however, it was much more. I was reading on my computer, but I soon noticed that words began to be incomprehensible, and soon the letters themselves morphed into illegible glyphs.

I began to feel my body lightening and fading away. My sense of proportion became warped. Sounds began to echo and ricochet off each other in a visual space. My depth perception broke down as the room before me became a flat space being viewed from every direction at once, overlaid with gridlike patterns. I closed my eyes and faded into a space where all my senses were united in perceiving an odd shape that I couldn’t necessarily describe as 3-dimensional, as it broke all sorts of laws of perspective and depth. I was bodiless in this state, my entire existence was encompassed in this anomalous form. Interestingly, if I opened my eyes and willed myself to focus I could pull myself from this transdimensional (?) state and experience a very altered version of my sober reality (rather than a different reality altogether). My walls were twisting and warping in every direction and my room was simultaneously very small and very large. When I laid down I felt like I was flying. It was indescribably immaculate and trhilling, I don’t think I have ever felt better while under the influence of a drug. I fiddled my fingers and cried tears of joy at the complexity of strangeness of my hands. My nails tapped out rythyms on the walls and each tap resonated like ripples through the twisting and swirling room. I was twitching and contorting my body because it felt so amazing to feel the ways in which I could move this fleshy frame.

At one point I twisted so hard It felt like my entire skeleton popped out alignment with one another. This feeling didn’t go away until much later that night. I pressed my outstretched hand against the wall and felt a torrent of energy enter my body from that point of contact. A concentric radiating pattern exploded out from that point. Though it was probably just a visual reaction based on the position of my arm, it felt as though I communed with some being through my wall and pulled energy from it. No words can really describe the immense bliss of this leg of the trip, I felt like I was at the apex of my life. Unlike the previous experience with MDMA and mushrooms where it was a very odd chemical bliss, this felt like a cognitive bliss that came from beautiful thoughts rather than being pumped with raw happiness.

T5:30-I leave the house to pick up my girlfriend from the train station. I am mostly down by now, save for a body high and light visuals. I haven’t had any social interaction for the past 6 hours so talking to her when she arrives feels very awkward. This eventually fades and gives way to a pleasant night.

Conclusion: This is the greatest trip I had ever had thusfar. I was in total control of myself and my thoughts the entire time but could let my mind drift off to my discretion. The entire experience felt like a lucid dream played out in reality. My room was my surrealistic paradise. The synergistic potentiation between weed and acid would become a refuge I would return to study often.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 110552

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Aug 22, 2017	Views: 3,652

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


		 DOSE:

		 sublingual
		 Various

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

The long awaited blind Lysergamide test!

I'll start by telling you I've done an extensive amount of self research in the Lysergamide family of drugs; if I had to take a guess I'd say I've taken at least a sheet and a half to two sheets worth of these substances. I've always stated that I feel I could tell these apart in a blind test, and others have said most are indistinguishable. I made it my goal to acquire two, 100 microgram tablets of each of the most common Lysergamides, 1P-LSD, 1A-LSD (ALD-52), AL-LAD, ETH-LAD, and, of course, LSD-25.

Route Of Administration

My body chemistry with these substances might be different then most, and remember ymmv when taking these substances. As for 200ug it takes me about 7-8 days for my tolerance to be completely baseline again. Due to this, I gave each test 12 days in between just to be sure.

To take the substances without knowledge of which one I'd taken I had my s/o mark down the order in which I'd be taking the tabs, she then placed them in separate label Mylar foil bags and kept them to herself. She was to place the tab on my tongue, and I was to keep each one in my mouth for exactly 45 minutes then swallow. All tests other than 1 were done at exactly 5 p.m. to test part of the trip during the sunlight hours and part at night as it gets dark around 7:45 where I'm from. I also fast for 6 hours before each trip, and am on no other medications or substances at the time of the trials. Note that I take what most would consider heavy doses quite often

Note that I take what most would consider heavy doses quite often

 so the effects of 200ug to me, while still noticeable, feel rather lackluster than to your typical person. All of my tabs except for the LSD (which was tested to be 100% positive) came from the same source. The following is a recount of my 5 tests, some by recollection of memory and some were quick notes jotted down during the experience:

Trial 1:

I'm excited to get this test underway! After long back and forths on BL as to whether or not these substances could be distinguished I've finally got the chance to truly see for myself! The mood for the day was uplifted and happy, I'd just gotten home 45 minutes earlier after working a ten hour shift with 7 hours being overtime, cha ching! I took a quick shower and tidied my place, prepared some fresh sliced fruit and awaited my tabs.

5:00- My girlfriend came, extended the tab outward and placed it on my tongue, off we go!

5:25- Minute body high/tingly feeling? Could be placebo at this point.

5:39- Nope definitely a head change, body feels slightly heavy but nothing dramatic

5:56- First sign of visuals, I went to the restroom and while standing over the toilet my marble floor started to expand and contract ever so lightly. No change in body high.

6:20- The substance definitely has that trippy headspace, makes me question the little things I do before actually doing it, also making me reflect on past decisions and wondering how things would be different, really got deep in my mind thinking about the butterfly effect and how the smallest changes in detail could've shaped humanity a different way. Visuals are still at a minimum, really have to zone out or look for them and make them happen, but the mental aspect of this one wants to make me rule out AL LAD or ETH LAD, still too early on.

7:00- Body load has completely lifted, still stuck in a weird in between headspace of not fully tripping but almost there, questioning things, answering things, expecting the substance to hit me full force but feeling something's missing.

7:35- Visuals picking up slightly. My grass hasn't been cut in a couple weeks so there's plenty of little creatures flying and crawling around, I'm sitting outside and every now and then one flies past my head and there seems to be 5 or 6 that follows in a blur. I would assume I'm at the peak of this one and not much more is going to happen

8:30-9:30- I was correct, slight visuals have stayed consistent for an hour, sky's taken on a red hue, red seems to be the dominant color in this trip. Closed eye visuals are more pronounced than open but still not spectacular, I decide to go watch TV.

10:45- I've been watching Cosmos for the past hour, Neil Degrasse Tyson is truly spectacular, I'm still getting abstract thoughts, i.e. camera pans through New York City, I think about how there's millions of people going about their lives at the same time as me, all their lives are just as important to them as mine is to myself, I wonder if they all do similar things when alone, struggle, love, endure.

11-2:30- Ate my fruit with the GF while watching Fear &amp; Loathing. Comedown came fast and actually left me sleepy at the end of the movie. Had no problem falling asleep at 2:30.

My Guess: Due to the fact that the visuals we're minimal, but I did get the introspective headspace, and it lasted about 9 and a half hours, I guessed this substance to be 1P-LSD.

Trial 2:

5:00- Tabs placed under the tongue, me, myself, and I was off to the local conservation area, for a 6 mile hike. I pack up my 3 bottles of smartwater, one Gatorade, teddy grahams, and 2 oranges and hop in my Jeep. It was a 25 minute drive to the trail.

5:27- Get to the trail, make sure everything's in order, vape, snacks, hydration, and hit the dirt path. The view is beautiful as there's wispy clouds covering the sun and the trail wraps around the edges of a local lake.

5:42- First noticeable signs. Colors getting very sharp and pronounced, starting to see blues and greens with my eyes closed, slight queasiness in my lower stomach. I note that the queasiness and stomach gurgling/burping usually comes with the LADs. Snacked on a few Teddy grahams while walking. No loss of appetite.

6:15- OEVs becoming pronounced. The sea of grass is slowly becoming a sea, I look forward 10-20 feet and the ground seems to take on a water like texture, liquid looking and flowing. Trees bark suddenly becomes alive and the clouds are shifting. Colors are getting more and more bright. No noticeable change in headspace yet.

6:52- Been walking for awhile now and sit down to enjoy an orange and a water, as well as the scenery. I laid out a small blanket I'd brought along and everything came alive, the clouds opened up on themselves, trees growing/shrinking. The visuals tend to take on the form of faces/eyeballs. Feeling great at this point.

7:30- Decide to get back on the trail, while laying down and getting lost in the clouds, my vision was completely engulfed in electric-like visuals for a good 10-15 minutes. Blissful feeling throughout my body.

8:30- Forgot to jot down some notes over the past hour as I've picked up the pace and have just been enjoying myself throughout this walk, about a mile and a half to go and the sun's gone down, clear sky and the stars are out, looking at the gets mildly overwhelming, well, not necessarily overwhelming but they are shifting and dancing around so much that it's giving me a seasick feeling. Earlier in the path I noticed a vine laying across the path and for the life of me my brain couldn't decide whether it was a vine or a snake until I touched it with a stick. Have the feeling that the comedown has begun and will keep the pace up to not be out so late.

9:10- I've finished the trail and am back at the parking lot/fishing area. The comedown was quite rapid as over the past 45 minutes I've lost most of my visuals other than the typical 'breathing’ of objects. Still going to wait around for another 15-30 before driving home just to be safe.

10:00- Had a great conversation about how the land her has changed over the years with and older man who was out fishing on the pier. I feel as if I've returned to baseline now, visuals are bare minimum unless I really focus and make them happen, time to drive home.

10:28- Ate a light meal of beef stroganoff upon returning home, very minute noticeable sign of the substance still in my system but had no problem going right to sleep. All in all a great experience.

My Guess: AL-LAD, hands down I feel 100% sure, kept my appetite the whole time, plenty of visual activity, no change in headspace/introspective thoughts, and the minimal come up/peak/comedown time. No doubt in my mind but we'll see at the end of this experiment.

Trial 3:

5:00- Got home from work about 30 minutes ago, showered, and had my s/o place the tabs on my tongue. Today's trip was to take place at my best friends house, we'll call her C for this story. She lives about 15 minutes away, so I head to her house before this chemical kicks in.

5:18- I arrive at C’s house to find that she had also dropped a 125 mic tab of her own LSD and would be enjoying the night in the same headspace as I. We say our Hello’s, shoot the bull for a second as she'd just gotten back from her trip to Colorado (we're on the east coast) and she proceeds to roll up a blunt for herself.

5:40- We spent the first 25 minutes looking over pictures of Colorado, reading the lab tested labels on the medical marijuana containers she'd brought back, and reminiscing about our old trips; C is my most trusted friend and has been my psychonaut-in-crime since my early tripping days. By this time I'd almost forgot about the tabs on my tongue.

5:52- The first signs of the substance come on, we're in her living room, watching the Netflix show F is for Family, and every joke said on the show ends up in one of us erupting in laughter, causing the other to burst into laughter because the other is laughing so hard, and so on and so forth.

6:13- First visual signs appear; C’s living room is very hippie-esque, all sorts of Mandela and bright trippy colored tapestry line every wall. Each is starting to dance and spin in its own way. C’s skin is starting to look cartoonish to me. I can't really explain it other than she started to look vaguely like a character in a video game would, where you can tell they're human but they have that digital look to them. Appetites completely lost, won't be eating until well into tomorrow.

6:25- We've spent the last 30 minutes sitting on the couch, blacklight on, listening to electronic music. It seems the visuals are pulsating to the beat of the songs. C has a mask we had made last year of the DJ Marshmello, it's made of a thin cheap white 5 gallon bucket we carved into; we put a multi-colored strobe light under the mask and watched it illuminate. The more I looked into this Marshmello head, the more his happy go lucky smile started to seem ominous and sinister, to the point to where I felt uncomfortable. I had trouble sitting still so I decided if C was okay with it, it's time to go for a walk and enjoy being outside. Here's where this trip turned south.

6:35- this section will be longer due to the fact that I could no longer keep track of time and had to focus on my surroundings so it's all recollection of memory.

We're outside walking at this point, the visuals are completely different from the previous trips. Not only are they toying with my vision, but they're tricking my mind causing some anxiety. C and I live in a nice city, more or less a city where rich people or older folks who are retired stay, there's quite a few cops that patrol at night, you're guaranteed to see them if you walk at least a block. An example of the mind tricks the substance was playing was every car that passed seemed to take on the shape of a white crown Vic with lights on the top, and I'd stare down the long street to see it stretch endlessly and at the end it’d spin clockwise extremely fast, throwing off my equilibrium. At one point a we passed a man sitting on his porch enjoying a cigarette and I was sure he knew we were tripping and was for sure going to let the police know. I felt everything getting overbearing but kept walking and kept it to myself to keep from worrying C. A few more minutes of this goes by, Crown Vic, Dodge Charger, Yukon, too many police cars that aren't police cars, too much anxiety. Then, C turns to me and says 'wouldn’t it be crazy if a cop stopped to talk to us', and at that very moment a REAL crown Vic pulls up from a street adjacent to us and pulls onto the grass right beside the walkway. He gets out of his car, and by this time I'm frozen, have the feeling of pure terror, I couldn't string strong worded sentences together when talking to my best friend, how in the world am I going to do it while being put on the spot?

Below is a close dialogue of what was said:

Me: C please talk to him

'officer walks up, shines flashlight directly in my face causing all sorts of flashing color patterns to go throughout my vision, I try my best not to turn away to act as normal as possible’

Officer: Evening, where are y'all headed to tonight?

C: Just taking a walk officer, anything wrong?

Officer: Nope just checking up, you guys have any ID on you?

C: No sir unless there's something wrong we don't have to present ID, I live in the area and we're simply taking a walk. We're actually headed home so unless you need us to stay we'll be on our way.

Officer: Nope all set here, you guys have a good night.

The whole time this was going on I was in awe of how well C handled the situation, as well as shocked how stereotypical the cop looked, big guy, super trooper moustache, all he was missing was a coffee and donuts.

By the time we got back to walking night was starting to set, my heart was still pounding after the police encounter and I felt I was on the verge of a downward spiral in trip

my heart was still pounding after the police encounter and I felt I was on the verge of a downward spiral in trip

, every noise I heard I thought was police and I now thought every car was trying to secretly tail us home. We decided to get back to the house as soon as possible to clear up the bad vibes in a safe environment, we got about 100 yards from her house, we heard a huge rustling sound in the woods right next to us. It might've been the acid playing tricks, but it sounded WAY bigger than any animal in our area, definitely not a cat or dog. C and I both looked each other in the eye and without a word spoken, both took off full sprint at the exact same time to her house.

8:10- We finish our sprints in record time and enter her house, lock the doors, and start listening to some Shpongle. I'm definitely on the downward spiral now with my nerves getting the best of me, my mind was still playing tricks on me making me think the police were coming through the door any minute. Audio hallucinations were present as well, I could hear voices outside the windows of her home even though there wasn't anyone there. I must've looked like I was tweaking, every window I passed I poked my head out just to make sure. I had so much energy in me, as well as being so nervous that I paced for a good 45 minutes before taking a seat.

9:00- I've gotten a lot of the energy and shakes out of me, but I'm still feeling the overwhelming sensation of being on the verge of a panic attack, I still haven't said much about it to C as I was sure she was feeling the same way after what had happened, I finally sat down beside her and put on spirit of life by blackmill, which is my go-to in a bad situation. When the song peaked I closed my eyes and was almost instantaneously brought out of my state of panic, beautiful closed eye visuals brushed me through a field of neon green fractals and imagery, it was almost as if I could picture an image in my head, for instance on a mountain top, and instantly be transported there.

10:00- We spent the next hour in silence, once again, listening to music on C’s couch, enjoy the tapestry melting away around us. At one point C asked if I wanted water and, when I looked at her, her face started shift counter clockwise. Quite weird but humorous at the same time, I told her and we laughed it off.

10:44- I feel that the comedown has started, I'm started to lose interest in the visuals and while my mind is restless, my body is physically exhausted. I decided then to drive home as I felt I was able to, being only minutes from home and the roads aren't busy in our neighborhood. The drive was mellow, a few cars passed and I could almost swear then that all had their brights on, I know now it was just the color intensity.

11:02- Just got to the house, my s/o is already asleep so I just grab a water from the fridge and turn on National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation; I'm still under the effects of the drug. I'm sure if my s/o could have heard me downstairs she would have thought I was a lunatic as I had quite a few outbursts of laughter during the movie. The characters were also growing and shrinking on the television which made it even funnier.

12:30- The movies over now, visuals have gone down to a minimum, but I still have a restless mind, even though I don't have an appetite I grab a pecan spinwheel and a glass of milk, scarf it down, and decide I'm going to make myself sleep. Not. I spent the next three hours tossing and turning in my bed, half focused on the closed eye visuals, half deciding sleep is a lost cause and surfing through Bluelight. The last time I looked over at my clock it was 3:23 and I drifted off to sleep for 9 hours.

My Guess: Due to the sheer mindfuck and intensity of the substance at hand, I had to go with the one, the only, LSD 25.

Trial 4:

Due to me working multiple overtime weeks in the past 4 months I accrued plenty of vacation time at my job, and on a last minute whim me and my s/o decided to take a 4 day mini vacation to New Orleans to visit some family of mine and enjoy the city. Shulgin be damned if I was going to let that keep me from my experiments! The day after the grueling 10 hour drive we planned a day to ourselves in the city, I was going to take her to the Audubon zoo, City Park, and then we'd walk the French Quarter later on.

9:00- I woke about an hour ago, had my shower and morning coffee, and received my tabs at 9. Once the tabs were on my tongue we set off for the 45 minute drive to the zoo. It had been a year and a half since the last time I'd been in the area and I was amazed at how rapid the city of New Orleans was changing, new building being put in, old neighborhoods and homes that were once ghettos were renovated. It's becoming beautiful again.

9:47- We arrived at the zoo, to my amazement, not many people were here. The Audubon doesn't open till 10 but usually there are long lines full of tourists, locals, and school kids on field trips building up an hour or so before the kiosks open. We parked and as soon as I stepped out of the car, I noticed a change in my headspace, the ground was already starting to ungulate back and forth ever so slightly. I noted how fast this substance has already begun to take effect. We waited, second in line, behind a family of four for ten minutes until the attendants opened their kiosks for entrance, paid for our tickets, and entered.

10:05- It was gearing up to be a hot, humid New Orleans day, already in the low 80’s and was forecasted to climb as the day progressed. Before we started our adventure I decided to get a tall lemonade to carry along and slowly transferred it into an empty smart water bottle I'd brought along to put it in my sports bag and not have to tote it around. My visuals we're already prominent, and although aware of my surroundings, my head was definitely in a different place. My girlfriend would say something to me and it'd take quite a few seconds for me to process it, I noticed a lot of what was happening around me, people ordering hamburgers and hot dogs, which I noted was odd at 10 in the morning, teachers telling school kids to stay in groups in front of them. The first exhibit you see when walking into this zoo is the display of 20-30 flamingos right in the front, I watched them for awhile, noticing not only how the flamingos interacted with one another but how there was an abundance of other species in this display, frogs and tadpoles in the water hole, many different types of bugs in the small patches of grass and smaller birds of a different species that seemed to follow these flamingos around, the giant birds were exceptionally bright pink, and I noted how each had its own aura around it. Very interesting.

10:40- We take our time at each exhibit, and after leaving the dimly lit amphibian house, I realize how much the visuals have actually picked up, everything seemed very cartoon like and animated, swirls and tracers appear with every passing person, and the sun's brightness forces me to put on my lennon style sunglasses.

10:53- We decide to head to the primate path, I always find these animals fascinating due to how intelligent and close to humans they act. He first we pass are the orangutans, my favorite primate of them all. I sit in the nearby bench and watch in awe as they display different signs of emotions we use everyday, one gets a watermelon and screeches in happiness, and the other rushes over to try and get a piece of the watermelon action, causing the first to pick the melon up and run, ensuing an action packed monkey chase that could have made it into a Jason Bourne film. After this we follow the primate path enjoying the many types of monkeys.

11:22- We walked the primate and Savannah exhibits, the giraffes were absolutely enjoyable, their patterns swirled and danced all over the place as they stood mere feet from us eating vegetation. I decided we should go to my favorite part in the zoo, the reptile walk. I've always loved reptiles, especially whilst tripping, their scales feel so unique and the way they move and act is absolutely incredible. The reptile walk is in a dark building lit only by the lights behind the glass in each exhibit. Being so dark, my mind and eyes started to create color in the darkness, colorful swirls and patterns lined the ground in amazing impossible shapes. We ventured through as a gawked at all the snakes and lizards in every display, while my s/o stood behind me in disgust at them.

11:55- After the reptiles we decided to get something to eat, my s/o got a chicken tender basket that I looked at in a similar way she looked at the snakes, I just settled for vanilla ice cream. We continued throughout each exhibit over the next two hours without my visuals inclining or declining, I stayed pretty plateau'd with long tracers and crazy shapes forming.

1:57- At this time we decide to beat the heat and head to city park. Being in the air conditioning is an unrivaled feeling to any other at this point, I'd gone through 3 lemonades and 3 waters throughout the zoo experience. While on the interstate I feel as if I'm on a spaceship in hyperdrive, the tracers got even better on the ride with each passing car.

2:40- We arrive at city park, our first stop was the botanical gardens, which was incredible, the flowers and wildlife were so vibrant on this mystery substance and the leaves/vines undulated with every slight breeze. The clouds and wind had picked up then and it felt amazing to be out in the open, a truly beautiful day. I had a few awkward moments of not knowing what to do with myself when others would pass by or stop right beside me, putting my sunglasses on stopped this and put me in my own little world.

3:27- A nice walk in the gardens, a few stops at benches to admire the scenery and we were off to the museum of art and sculptures, another path to walk showing of amazing sculptures in the New Orleans landscape. It was very enjoyable to see the modern art, many animals made out of oddly fascinating materials, I recall this one sculpture resembling a giant spider, a bit unnerving but amazing nonetheless. We continued our walk here for an hour and a half, once again stopping at benches to occasionally get hydrated and enjoy the scenery.

5:35- After seeing the sculptures we made our way to the famous, or infamous depending on how you look at it, French Quarter. By the time we got here the visuals, although still present, were beginning to decline rapidly. My psychedelic headspace was still very much present, I was still very aware and cautious of my surroundings, noticing things I wouldn't normally notice. The massive amount of people was almost overwhelming, as before I put on my safari-style hat and shades to escape the alluring gaze of those around me. Since my trip was definitely on the comedown, we decided to go to a bar in the quarter called Tropical Isle to get the ever famous Hand Grenade drink, great frozen beverage, comes in a nifty hand grenade plastic cup. This tasted amazing, and the fact that it's a slushie texture made it all the better, we walked around the quarter for the next two hours enjoying the sight of many drunk people, street artist and preformers, and the French style architecture New Orleans is so famous for. Music appreciation was great on this mystery substance, probably the best so far at 200ug.

8:10- My comedown was complete, I was lacking visuals, energy drained, and we were ready to head back to my family's house. Upon arriving an hour later we sat around a fire and had good reminiscent conversations for about thirty minutes then went to sleep shortly after.

My Guess: Due to the weird super aware yet super giddy headspace and all around mellow-ness of the trip I'd have to say this one was ALD 52.

Trial 5:

My mind wanted to say I was in for the ETH LAD trip today, yet something told me it might take me by surprise and I would completely flunk my experiments. The setting for today's trip is with a friend of mine, he'll be A for this trip, at the conservation area that my supposed AL LAD trip had taken place. This time we wouldn't be taking the long trek around the lake, but we were taking another route about a mile into the woods that opens up into a park/sitting area with a great views of the water, hills, and open fields. A was planning on taking 250ug of AL LAD, and because of this dose, we decided to have my girlfriend drop us off at 5 and pick us up at 9 to avoid being left in the dark.

5:00-We arrived at the trail moments ago, 2 tabs under my tongue of a mystery chemical and 2.5 of AL LAD under A’s; we each had CamelBak'stellar with iced water and I had two packs of fruit gummy snacks to munch on if I felt inclined. We headed out on our journey, it was about 45 minutes to the sitting area where the destination is, so the plan is to get there around the time it starts to kick in. 40 minutes in A mentions how he has a major, almost awkward, change in his headspace and is already seeing wavey patterns over the grass, still nothing for me.

5:47- We get to the picnic/sitting area and claim the two park benches immediately. A lays flat on his back looking up into the clouds, while I sit double lotus with my eyes closed and begin to meditate to the sounds of nature, the occasional airboat flying past in the near waters startles me.

6:02- My serene silence is disrupted by A, now saying he's tripping quite nicely and can tell it's going to be a rollercoaster for him, I usher him to put on any music of his liking, and he plays Robert DeLong. I start to think I'm feeling a euphoric high but am not quite sure yet, could be a placebo or just getting out of a trance-like state of meditation. Ill have to wait it out more to tell if what I'm feelings real or not

6:13- I've definitely got some euphoria from the substance. My vocal abilities have changed now, as in, I've known A for awhile but we've been more of acquaintances than anything up to this point, and I find it hard to keep steady conversation and find the silence even more awkward, so I oddly just bob my head to the music and forget about it. He seems to be in a world of his own anyways at this point.

6:35- My high has increased, not necessarily a headspace but just a body load feeling. I've been watching A and trying to keep a friendly manner about myself. He had chain smoked 3 or 4 cigarettes in a row, I watched him zone off in the woods nearby while his cigarette, still in his mouth and burnt to the filter, went out. He realizes this a minute or so later and instinctively pulls out his lighter and tries to torch it, realizes that there's no cigarette left, looks at me and realizes I saw what just went on and we had a good laugh about it. It was one of those you had to be there moments.

6:47- All this buildup to this point, 6:47. It was like the extended by high and load we're all building up to this point, and the visuals dropped like a brick. I closed my eyes for a good minute or so and kind of drifted away and when I opened them I noticed long tracers coming off nearby dragonflies, intense flowy patterns on a stump next to my bench, and an overall crisp, HD like filter in my vision. Everything was so bright and clear, I was glad to join A in this journey now, and laid on my back looking into the clouds as he was again. The sky was so intensely blue and the sun was beating down on us. The clouds seemed to jolt to one side of my vision, and when I'd look at where it had moved to it'd jolt back to its original position. Very unique and stunning visuals for 200 mics, and I don't feel much stimulation at all, it's rather sedating if anything.

7:10- I've been lost in these visuals since I've gotten them. The sky is just amazing. Trees are amazing. Everything's just amazing. Music appreciation has gone through the roof, I feel absolutely blissful on this substance. The occasional butterfly would flutter right past my head and leave an imprint of 5 more that seemed to follow it. Tracers are great, I ask A how everything's going for him, and he tries to explain how the few dragonflies above us we're creating so many tracers for him that he thought there was a swarm. It didn't quite come out that way but I could tell what he was trying to say, oh, and in case you were wondering, there was only 3 dragonflies.

7:41- I'd been in meditation mode for the past half hour, sometimes eyes closed enjoying the incoming patterns of electricity like visuals rushing past my eyelids, sometimes enjoy the nature around us. There's not much more to say about our time in the park area, I had no change in headspace and was rather clear minded, but felt amazing and the visuals we're stunning. We decided to head back to the parking area so we'd be there when my girlfriend arrived to pick us up. Halfway down the path we encountered a kingsnake, as well as a baby alligator that was crossing the trail to enter the marsh on the other side. How rare that encounter must have been? While spotting a snake an alligator 2 or 3 feet walks past not 20 yards from us, unfazed by the fact that we were there. Pretty cool sight, only in the southeast.

8:40- After a stop or two we made it back to the parking area, and I called my girlfriend to pick us up, who said she'd be there in 15 minutes. We decided to wait on the nearby pier and spoke about trips we'd had way back and the visuals on this trip, while looking over the water, I shit you not, we spotted another alligator. This one had to have been 6 or 7 feet long. He laid motionless, his whole upper half of his body out of the water he was in, revealing to us how massive he truly was. We watched in awe until we saw the lights of my girl's car pulling up, and we got in for the rides home and told her our nature encounter stories.

9:26- Me and the girl are now back home after dropping A off at his house. I'm still tripping nicely at this point. Visuals still overlaying our countertop and wall textures, causing everything to morph around me. I gulped down a glass full of ice water, and that couldn't have been a worse decision. For some strange reason it was as if I felt the entire glass of water go down my throat and all the way through my body, the weirdest feeling I'd ever had. It landed like a rock in the pit of my stomach and immediately made me sick, I rushed to the bathroom only to dry heave for a good 15 minutes as I hadn't had anything to eat earlier that day.

9:46- After hovering the toilet bowl for what seemed like an hour, my stomach finally returned to normal. I decided to lay down on the couch and turn on a movie since my girlfriend had gone upstairs to read a book during my episode. I think to myself, what's something good to watch while on acid? Fear and Loathing? No, I've seen it too many times. Rick and Morty? Hell no, I'm not stooping that low. After looking online I decided on a movie called enter the void. I won't go in depth into the movie but it's on my must watch whilst tripping list now, low budget, but good storyline and great visuals. I was sucked into this 2 and a half hour film, and it passed by so fast that when I actually looked at my phone post-video. I didn't believe the time was correct.

11:21- The substance was now on a decline. It was different than the others whereas with them I felt drained once the chem started to wear away. I could just tell this substance was fading. I still never got a change in headspace or any introspection, the crispness in my vision just started to decline along with the fluid visuals. I decide to get in the shower, the warm water felt so amazing I actually sit down under the stream, enjoy what was left of the CEVs and really meditating, wishing I could bring them back at that point. This one has a more depressing comedown to it, not necessarily a sad feeling, but you just simply don't want the beauty in everything to fade. I dry off and head to the bed to join my girlfriend in sleep.

12:56- After an hour and a half of getting sidetracked by everything BUT sleeping I manage to force myself to bed. The visuals had gone to sleep and so had everyone on bluelight. Nothing more for me to do so I call it quits.

My Guess:

ETH-LAD, no doubt in my mind, along with keeping a clear head throughout the whole trip, ETH LAD's visuals are very unique and as I defined it, 'crisp’. There's something about this chemical that's truly magical.

9:00- The morning after the 5th trial. I awoke to my alarm, letting me know I had an hour and a half till work, so I muttered a few curses in my half asleep stupor and slipped out of bed. I started breakfast for me and my girlfriend who had followed me downstairs with a piece of paper, which read:

Trial 1: 1P-LSD

Trial 2: AL-LAD

Trial 3: ALD-52(1a)

Trial 4: LSD

Trial 5: ETH LAD

For science, babe!

I thoroughly enjoyed doing this blind test, and while they may seem drawn out and very basic trips, do remember that my regular dose of any Lysergamide is in the 4-600 mic area. While I do still get the effects under 200ug, I feel there's not really any 'magic’ left there for me.

(tl;dr)

Blindly took one of each Lysergamide: LSD, ETH LAD, AL LAD, 1P LSD, and 1A LSD. I was able to discern all but the 1A &amp; original LSD, with I thought were one another after each trip with the two.

Exp Year: 2017	ExpID: 111016

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Sep 18, 2017	Views: 27,202

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AL-LAD (603), ETH-LAD (688), 1P-LSD (682), LSD (2), ALD-52 (748) : General (1), Public Space (Museum, Park, etc) (53)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   10 st

I will say, first of all, this is an unusual trip report, as far as I can judge. As a first time experience, I did not approach it with anything other than my native curiosity. I did not prepare and was moreover quite radically unprepared, and the character of the trip was in any case overwhelmingly solipsistic and internal; as such I have included only scant details of set or setting and focused instead on the purely subjective. I did this because I felt this experience might have value for someone and I hope, with it, to help them understand something which perhaps they did not understand before, and which I am still trying to understand myself. What follows is as true a record as I can render of the most important thing that ever happened to me.

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Socrates said that the unexamined life was not worth living. By that logic, until LSD, I was barely alive - more of a somnambule going through the motions of sentience without training even a fragment of that light, that curious beam of consciousness, on myself. The first time - four tabs, alone at night - was one of the most intense and transformative experiences of my life.

It began innocently enough: giggles walking home after holding the moist blotter under my tongue (as instructed) some 30 minutes before. Giggles and a slight, barely perceptible shift in the look and feel of things.

The first alarm was looking, after getting home, at a poster on my wall. It was moving.

After that, it all started to go wrong. Fear, panic overtook me. The walls my fragile little ego had built to shield it from everything else in my psyche melted under waves of neurochemistry like so much sand. All my fears and anxieties marshalled their forces and gathered menacingly at the borders. I lay down in bed, paralysed by the sheer force, the strangeness of it. Nothing can prepare you for how unutterably weird the psychedelic experience really is. It is quite literally ineffable, beyond any words, which is probably why psychedelic cliches are so common. It is easier to translate that weirdness into readymade sets of images and concepts, agreed upon by generations of trippers, than to attempt to set down your actual experience itself. Indeed, one of the chief values of LSD is its ability to reveal the staggering limitations of language to capture the quiddity, the whatness of life. (You may notice a great deal of this is going to be me saying how hard something is to describe. I know its a cop out. I’m trying my best.)

So there I am, lying in bed clutching at the duvet like a child frightened of the monster beneath.

Then, something happens. I step outside my thoughts, and the panic slowly engulfing them, and observe the whole show from outside. I find there is a part of me which is unaffected, which can look on dispassionately and simply analyse, record and consider this fear. I inhabit this mental space. I take all the fearful thoughts clamouring for attention and, one by one, turn them over in my hand like curious minerals. I realise that their clamour is the desperate clamour of an ego utterly petrified of itself - of itself! Not of anything, but of itself alone! The fears are my own creation.

I wonder if I could remove them, but I find them oddly permanent. I initially think that perhaps I am not trying hard enough, or that I need more of the drug, but those thoughts immediately seem absurd. The fears are as much a part of me as anything else.

That was the revelation that shook me. My fears weren’t bad, evil, to be eradicated.

That was the revelation that shook me. My fears weren’t bad, evil, to be eradicated.

 They were useful, the result of aeons of evolution, preening the response of the organism to an environment which included potential threats. Except that in our modern environment, which decidedly does not contain leopards, tigers and the perpetual possibility of imminent death, the fear-response, having nothing to do, was latching onto all sorts of mundane pseudo-problems in an effort to do its job properly.

All these fears, then, had a common root. I tried to get to it, working my way down branched trees of concepts, looking for the source, the fear-response itself, the motive engine of anxiety.

This seemed to take a long time, but at some point, I had what I would… hesitate… to call a vision, were it not so decidedly mystic in character. It was not a sight, or even a hallucination (anybody familiar with psychedelics knows they are not true hallucinogenics, you don’t really see things that aren’t there), it was something like an idea. I cannot explain in what sense I “saw” it, but this was indisputably so. It appeared to my mind, or my mind’s eye, with the perfect clarity of a real thing, only, somehow, even more real, even more substantial.

It was a spider, or something like a spider-shape. My eyes were closed at this point, but I “saw” it on my chest. It was so unspeakably horrifying I can scarcely convey the aura of pure, primal terror that surrounded it. Gradually, slowly, it crawled from my solar plexus toward my neck. I was frozen to the spot, and wanted desperately to open my eyes, run from the room and into a cold shower and the bright light of morning and normalcy, but some part of me knew I absolutely must not do this. I also knew that I still had that part of me, the unaffected, observing part, which I could switch on if I needed to, but I felt like this experience needed to be lived through in its full potency. In order to understand this thing, I needed to feel it.

Time by this stage is a myth, a rumour. Hours or minutes could have elapsed in the “creature’s” apparently interminable journey. For all I knew, I had been there for days.

Then it crawled down my throat.

I will pause for a moment here. I want you to read that sentence again. I want to convey something of the revulsion I felt in this moment. Not just fear, but revulsion. I was utterly disgusted by this thing, it was worthless, vile, contemptible, lickspittle, turncoat, coward, traitor. And as it slid and wiggled down my throat and into my stomach, I realised that, above all, I pitied it.

This poor thing! I thought. Its entire existence given over solely to that which is beneath contempt, that which is horrid and hateful and loathsome and shameful! I was overwhelmed by the most unbelievable feeling of compassion and love for this thing, and I cried, I actually cried for it. I wanted to take it into my arms, hold it, tell it there was nothing to be afraid of, because above all, it was afraid, not me. I wanted to help it, and as I felt this, it moved from my stomach, passed through me and settled on my skin, and I realised it was no longer a spider. The spider-form had vanished. What was left was a tiny frightened, cowering child. It was me.

In this moment, the pure, rapturous love and awe that swept through me was greater than anything, any emotion I had ever felt. I had glimpsed, I realised, a fraction of this light on MDMA, but that was like a candle compared to the sun I was feeling now. It encompassed everything, enveloped everything, illuminated and occluded in the same gesture. I opened my eyes for the first time since what felt like a very long time, but the feeling did not abate. The sun was rising. I opened the curtains. The world outside leapt out at me like a thousand friendly handshakes. I felt so, so alive, and I knew then I had gone through the most important experience of my life.

It took me a long time afterward to process all this, to reintegrate it into my everyday life. I think in many ways I still am. But this experience was the catalyst, the hinge around which my whole world turned. I read a lot since, looking to make sense of the experience. Psychoanalysis, mysticism, religion, philosophy, neuroscience, biology… I know now that what I saw is what Jung called the Shadow. The part of us that is always watching, ready to do literally anything to protect itself. It is, by its nature, a coward, which is why it is so revolting, why it assumed the guise of a creature that frightened me (curiously, I am no longer wary of spiders). I saw how this thing was the root of conditions like PTSD, and more than anything else, I saw that everybody keeps this thing, this fearful infant dressed up like a horror, deep inside of them. You begin to see, when you realise this, how often people behave in accordance with its secret edicts, how often we appease the Shadow at the expense of those around us; and when you realise that, it becomes a lot harder to hate or judge anyone.

I still do, of course, and more often than I’d like. Just knowing this thing is there doesn’t always loosen its hold on you. But you also realise that it is a thing of phenomenal, unstoppable power. In life-or-death situations, it keeps people fighting long after they thought they had no fight left. It cannot, and should not, be got rid of, but tamed (or at least half-tamed), and put to work for you, not against you.

Achieving this is a long, difficult road, and one I suspect few people (sadly) ever even begin to walk. I am gradually realising that I will be walking it for the rest of my life, but maybe the goal isn’t as important as the journey. Maybe the point is just to walk.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 108316

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Sep 29, 2017	Views: 7,141

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