		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 6 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (edible / food)

		   T+ 1:00
		 7 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms

		   T+ 1:30
		 7 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

To Heaven Hell and Back

Around 5:30 I took 6 hits of liquid acid on altoids. I waited around 45 minutes for it to kick in as I had never mixed LSD and shrooms before but have taken both separately a number of times. Once it kicked in I gave it another 15 minutes to be sure I had peaked before eating any shrooms.

At about 6:30 I ate a 1/4oz of shrooms, but at 7:00 I felt the acid level out so I ate another 1/4oz of shrooms. By 7:30 I could feel the shrooms kick in. It was much more of a gradual onset than I’ve ever had. Everything just became brighter and more colorful as well as causing the acid to feel smoother and less chaotic.

My girlfriend came to pick me up for a Getter and Fox Stevenson concert around 8:00. At this time I was feeling fantastic. I was very emotional in a positive way, as well as just extremely content. We parked at about 9:00 and got to the concert at 9:15. I was feeling slightly paranoid as we went through the line. As soon as I was through the door however I remember telling myself despite how out of it I was that other people were fucked up too and I just needed to let go and have a good time. I went to the bathroom and came back out to meet my girlfriend where we walked to the bar. Then it hit me!

The music took over control of my body and I could not stop dancing. I had my wallet in one hand and was somehow able to one handed pull both my credit card and ID out of it while flipping them in and out of the groves of my fingers like I was juggling with one hand. My girlfriend asked how I was doing that. I told her “I don’t know but I can’t stop.” She then took them from me to make sure I didn’t lose them. As soon as she did the rest of my body began to move uncontrollably with the music and the colors began to intensify like crazy. I was dancing and moving in ways I never had before. Everyone around me was noticing me saying things like “holy shit, check this dude out, he’s fucking killing it” I was somehow aware of every note and could predict the beat like I wrote the songs. I could feel the music flowing through my body as well as controlling the visuals.

The more I danced the more intense it all was. I then made my way to the center of the crowd and began to dance like crazy. I noticed a circle form around me and someone with a huge camera made his way through the crowd and began filming me. (Man I wish I could get that video) I started to completely let go and when I closed my eyes waves of color was all I could see. I could feel both the music and the color flowing around my body. It felt like I was swimming in a sea of euphoria and color. At one point I felt like I could just dive into it and disappear forever. I remember thinking I was going to die and just be in that space forever.

This is where things went wrong. I dove backwards slamming my head in the concrete floor, thinking I was going to dive into the trip and live there forever. Someone picked me up and I went back to dancing right before security grabbed me and kicked me out. I danced the whole way to the door as they cut off my wristband and pushed me out of the club. It was then as I could no longer hear the music that the intensity of the trip began to fade and reality began to set in. I had lost all track of time inside. I felt like I was there for only a few minutes but it had been 3 hours. I got kicked out at 12:00 and had no idea why. Things came to me later but at that time I remember walking around the street seeing helicopters and police vans, thinking they were all there for me. I thought I had done something really bad and was going to jail for life. I walked around the block thinking they were just watching me and waiting to arrest me. I walked to the front of the club where some officers were and leaned on the rail with some other people who had been kicked out. It was now about 12:30 and this whole time I thought I was supposed to be standing there waiting to be arrested. Then one officer told me I needed to call a cab or something. I replied “oh am I not arrested” he said if I was I would be in handcuffs. I immediately left and reached in my pocket to call my girlfriend and realized I had lost my phone.

I spent the rest of the night wondering around trying to figure out how to contact her. At 2:00 the concert ended and I saw her and the group of friends we came with coming out of the club. She thought I was still in the crowd dancing as I never made it to the private table the group had rented. Now that I was back with my friends the positive feelings started to come back and I began to recollect all the events of the night. We made it to a dinner at about 2:30 grabbed some food and headed home. The whole ride home again I just felt like dancing. It was definitely nothing like at the concert but I was once again in a great mood. We got home a little after 3:00 and I watched Interstellar until I fell asleep at about 4:00.

Exp Year: 2015	ExpID: 107470

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 29

Published: Oct 8, 2022	Views: 243

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LSD (2), Mushrooms (39) : Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Club / Bar (25)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 g
		 oral
		 Piracetam

		   T+ 0:00
		 250 g
		 oral
		 Vitamins - Choline

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

		   T+ 5:00

		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide
		 (gas)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

Dropped all three at the same time. It was my first time testing this batch of Eggshell LSD, so I don't have a strong previous handle on what the head trip was like. I'm normally a very on-task, mission oriented person when I trip, as well.

I definitely did not feel the sinister push that I often feel when an acid trip is beginning. It was a little slower in starting than usual, and it felt very comfortable and natural. My visuals were very good, but I wouldn't say they were particularly enhanced. The mental effects were HIGHLY noticeable though. I was able to carry on really intelligent conversations, reply quickly, bring up the exact words I was looking for, and respond far more quickly than I usually can when I trip.

Mental imagery was definitely enhanced, that hilarious mental exercise that takes place when I trip was not only good by itself, but was augmented by the wide vocabulary I retained while tripping.

Did I trip harder? Possibly not. I didn't feel near as fucked up as I usually do when I trip, but the visuals, head trip, and the feelings of being well woven into reality were all very strong.

Unfortunately, about 5 hours into the trip, I did several whippets which completely took the mental edge off.

I'll definitely be using piracetam from now on though, my biggest complaint with LSD as a social drug is how difficult it is to enunciate what I'm experiencing and my point of view. I feel like piracetam repairs a lot of this effect.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 85349

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Oct 30, 2022	Views: 513

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Nitrous Oxide (40), LSD (2), Vitamins - Choline (467), Piracetam (95) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Performance Enhancement (50), Combinations (3)


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

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

		   T+ 3:30
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 3:50
		 2 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   132 lb

Is This Ego Death That I Experienced

Around 5:45, my friend and I took our first single hit of stamps, we then waited an hour exactly to take our second one. The first 3-4 hours was nothing but pure bliss and laughter, the physical, mental, visual high was overwhelming but no fear at all, actually felt invincible, laying on the bed, in the room in total darkness, listening to trance music. I can see a tribal village dancing on the walls, nothing but colors changing and merging. It was so beautiful, at one point I looked at my friends valentines day card her boyfriend had given her and it had a rose on it, it started to open n I saw stars flying, streaking thru it, as if I was seeing space, flying thru it within this flower. I began to cry hard but it was pure joy. I loved the place I was in so much, to the point where I would tell my friend, ”..why would anyone want to keep us away from here.?..’ we felt like little girls, like innocent children playing our imaginary world

we felt like little girls, like innocent children playing our imaginary world

, even Britney Spears sounded n felt amazing.. Lol

At 9:15 we took a molly. As soon as it hit us 20 mins later, we were on a complete other level, so happy beyond explanation.  My friend rolled up a blunt a marijuana n …’I said sure y not’…big mistake…

I took two good hits, n my friend told me she wanted to blow me up with glowsticks or glowballs we  we had. She had mentioned that when she did it for her bf when they tripped together, he called her Shiva because it looked like she had eight arms…

When she said ”youre going to call me Shiva”... The room turned dark red n her whole persona turned evil,  villain like. When she went to go turn off the light, something told me’ if she turns off that light, you're going to die…’ I knew exactly what was happening, I got up from the bed n panicked ”I'm having a bad trip!” my mind kept telling me "y did you smoke, you know you can't smoke"

my mind kept telling me "y did you smoke, you know you can't smoke"

 but because I was being selfish and just wanted to intensify my trip. It did some stupid shit... She looked at me with an evil look in her eyes, “what? Y? Whats wrong?” in a cynical way. I felt my soul sink to my feet, and seep thru my toes into the ground. I felt hopeless, helpless, my body began feel empty,  it was pure fear and regret and denial.  I felt like this was my judgement, this was my time to repent and ask for forgiveness because I'm about to die.  The song playing in the back at that time,  “Love rain down” by George Acosta, became an eery song .. “ let your love rain on me”…..it was spiritual and scary as hell. I hunched over asking god “no no please!!”, I stood up and began to pray “please god please no I'm sorry, I'm sorry forgive me”. Images of my daughter came and, I kept saying to myself “I cant leave her, I cant leave her behind..”   I stood up but put my hands on my face and said “I'm immortal!”, my friend knew what was up when I yelled it, grabbed me by arms telling me that I'm a good person and not to be afraid, and that she loves me, she grabbed me and held me close. It felt as is by hugging me,  I was being forgiven of my “sins”. I then looked up at her face and asked her to open the door, and she said “why...are you sure?…” fearing I was going to do something crazy like or hurt someone who at the house. But my mind told me,” if she doesn’t open that door, you're going to die”…as if whatever higher power is out there, used her image, to be the one to set my fate. It was my judgement day. This was it, this moment if she opened the door.

I told her “I promise I wont do anything just please open the door.” she cautiously opened the door, and as soon as I stepped foot out of the room, I felt liberation, everything turned white, my friend said I ran out the room like a bat out of hell. I ran out the front door, I went to the front patio and everything was still, time had stopped, and I sat down like wtf just happened... And felt as if I was set free, like as if I for now on have the privilege to come back this place, now that I have a whole new respect for it (the LSD),  I wasn’t scared of doing it, just had a new view of it, respect...

I will never see life the same, it made my friend and I realize that nothing else matters at the end, only that you’ve done good in your life, and don’t take it or anyone for granted, and to be around people who care about you and trust. My whole aspect on life and people is totally turned around. When I looked this up, and read about ego death…I wanted to cry as I read what would happen. I do believe this what I experienced, but I'm glad I did.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 96891

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 24

Published: Feb 2, 2023	Views: 326

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Cannabis (1), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Bad Trips (6), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		   T+ 5:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   105 lb

Intention/Headspace/Setting - My intentions were to reset my sleep schedule and to just have a chill day. I did not have anything to do over the next few days and I wanted to have healthier sleeping habits again since I was sleeping around 5am-8am and waking up around 1pm-4pm. This was not my first time tripping by myself either, which I planned to do, but this was my strongest dose by .5 tabs. The previous weeks I have been binge watching Game of Thrones and I had finished it. A tiny bit of Game of Thrones knowledge is required. I started microdosing mushrooms 3 weeks previously. I have been taking .10 a day with 2 day break in between. Thinking about money a lot lately since I don't have any. Trying to live off 40$ the last 2 weeks of this month. Setting was at my house. I live with my 18 year old brother. It was raining.

Tuesday, May 21, I wake up at around 330-4pm. Tease brother that night I'm going to stay up and take the rest of my acid. So I make the decision to stay up till 6 in the morning and take 2.5 tabs of blue gel acid tabs.  I end up staying up all night and taking it sometime in between 630-8am.

I end up staying up all night and taking it sometime in between 630-8am.

 Pop em all on my tongue, leave them there for a second, drank some water, swished it around, swallowed and waited for it to kick in.

After about 20-30 minutes, which felt like instantly, I started to feel it. Normally like.. an hour, hour fifteen maybe start feeling something. Not this one. I knew it was gonna be strong because it started soo fast. I started by putting my headphones on and playing music from my computer on Spotify. I laid in bed and waited for the come up to kick in and my brother to go to work. He was supposed to leave by 9. 930-10ish comes around and he's still not gone. I hear him get up and I'm definitely coming up at this point. I open the door cuz he told me he's not going to work and can see his face already morphing into someone I didn't know. Feeling slightly worried that he was going to be there all day now, since I'd planned to go this alone I started to get anxious.

The visuals turned into whatever visuals look like when you're coming up REALLY HARD. Like tiny sharp lines everywhere, like it hasn't started all coming together yet and it's just lines not flowy. I put on music on my TV, (Spotify Refractions playlist) heard Croatia Amor - Love Means Taking Action. I wanted to play the Album on my TV with the Album art also. Couldn't get it to work.

I don't remember exactly what happened after that, I remember getting frustrated and then not really worrying about it any more. Me and brother were talking here and there. Asking me how hard I was tripping etc. He gave me a tiny bowl of weed to smoke at probably 1130-12. Fully peaking now he shows me a couple pictures of something on his phone and I absolutely freak shit. I start crying and screaming at him "Are you fucking serious?! Are you kidding me right now?! (brother) this is the most important thing I've ever been show." I was screaming and yelling and crying on the floor. I had no idea what to do at this point. The pictures were of a bunch of different things. But it was obviously psychedelic in nature. How it was psychedelic in nature felt as though the entire picture was symmetric, it had different psychedelic colors in it that caught my eye. (I often see the same few colors like pink, yellow and blue outlines) It felt like people were using it to get my attention and make money off of it. I felt betrayed, bewildered, and in complete disbelief that someone would use psychedelics for exploitation for un-pure intentions. The intentions did not feel pure at all. I was feeling so much feelings of connection to something higher it felt like they were using that feeling instead of it just being a picture with what I thought was psychedelic qualities. (I was confusing my feelings and their intentions) (realizing now it was my brother putting these notions on me)

I frantically started drawing on my white board. Erasing and talking to my brother trying to write down notes trying to figure out what I had seen. I had no idea what I was trying to figure it out because as soon I was able to piece together a thought and write it down I'd forgotten my thought process or where I was going with it or even the thought itself and I would only have written a few letters. At this point my mental state was in chaos. I started to believe I wasn't myself anymore. I was not myself, instead I was I felt I was my actual higher self thrust into my body. I was no longer me. My higher self was a young being or something being taught a lesson for all eternity over and over in this human realm until I learned my lessons and would be allowed to ascend in to higher realms in a different realm. I believed that my actions and thoughts and ideas effected this realm to such a degree that right now at this moment, if I didn't figure out whatever I was supposed trying to figure out, I would not be allowed to ascend and I'd be stuck on earth and would have to continue this life for eternity and if I did something was going to happen. Like I was going to literally not be on earth anymore and be something/somewhere else.

I feel that at one point I thought this was THE trip. The last trip. The longest trip. I was going to DIE. My brother was going to watch his brother die on psychedelics after I've been such an advocate and this and that. I got that familiar feeling of TRIPPING not just being on acid but on a TRIP. It's hard to explain but it feels like all of my trips are connected and I just go from being in that past trip space to the current one

it feels like all of my trips are connected and I just go from being in that past trip space to the current one

. I'm not to sure how to really explain but that's the best I got. I believed that my brother was like an older being and was teaching me lessons as I was a child. (He's 7 years younger than me) Then I believed that I was like a mentally unstable (savant??) type person who had been put through test after test after test to see if I was worthy enough to be the Middleman. (middleman is a role I'd created that would give everyone everything they'd ever needed like sustenance, love, happiness, everything) (I felt like a savant because I had these tiny magnetic balls I was playing with. Made me think of fidget spinner or baoding balls that to keep my mind occupied hence those feelings). For like all of the universe. The gods themselves were testing me to see if I was pure enough to make me some HUGE role in the higher COSMOS. I kept thinking they were paying attention to my thoughts and If I thought anything bad I would fail.

I though of like 7 Kingdom stuff and how there'd be different heads of things for the kingdoms like in Game of Thrones. I was to be the head of everything. I kept saying "No game of thrones" "game of thrones is bad" thinking about the actual game of thrones not the show (the game of thrones where people kill and sabotage each other). I started panickily writing things like "Middleman", no Middle man, my name, GOT, and random sad faces and smiley faces on a white board. I would repeat Middleman over and over. Middleman, Middleman, no middleman, no middleman. Game of thrones, no game of thrones. I would be the middle man instead because the middle man was always bad. I was to be the middle man because my intentions will ALWAYS come from a place of love, and betterment for all of mankind. Everyone is allowed to sit with us. Everyone is cool, everyone  is welcome, everyone is loved. No discrimination. I cried and told my brother everyone deserves love. Duality really fucking me the fuck up. I eventually set the white board down and gave up trying to figure it out and transition into the next part of the trip. I settled down and was no longer panicked. My brother had given me a drawing canvas instead so I think I started trying to draw. Realizing that I was just out of my mind I tried to put the board incident behind me.

The rest of the day went on pretty uneventful. I sat on a stool and watched the rain through the sliding glass door wrapped in a blanket. When it started raining the patterns the water created on the ground as it made a wet spot was incredible. The patterns danced towards me inviting me to join them in getting wet so I went outside in the rain. Felt it touch me all over my body. I closed my eyes and imagined all the water in the air around me and felt like I was drowning. Completely immersed underwater. I gasped and opened my eyes and laughed. That was amazing not scary.

Other than that the next most memorable thing that happened was my brother left and I had another revelation. I had stopped using poi for so long and realized how much happiness and joy it used to bring me. I was so happy to learn things, getting stronger and progressing in something. Taking that away from myself was just taking away a piece of happiness that I'd allowed myself to love. I started bawling tears and doing poi. I was laughing a little bit too because I felt so dumb for letting that happen. Sadness, Happiness and disappointment all at the same time. That was pure magical. That was probably the best part of the trip.

After that brother came home. We talked about the difference between respect and fear and how fear is the one of the worst things imaginable. It is the opposite of love and it stops you from being human. Fear should be replaced with respect. Yes fear keeps me alive but it can also keep me from living. Being afraid of failing and making that my reason to not do things is a huge deal for me. I also said I needed to start respecting myself more. After that I just sorta winding down and went to bed.

Next day I woke up and my brother is gone for the weekend. I started writing this as one of the first things I did in the day. The rest of the day was spent relaxing, keeping my mind at ease and being so stressed. Completely at a loss on how to feel.

Day after I edited and added a few points I forgot. I hope you enjoyed.  Thanks for reading.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113225

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 25

Published: Feb 11, 2023	Views: 393

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


		 DOSE:

		 150 ug

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   60 kg

An experiment done with psychedelic substances as a tool for spiritual practices, some of which I began doing for the last 4 years of my life. I have kept some of them during all phases of my life since, these could be summarized very well in the 8 branches of raja yoga and vedic meditation. This LSD trip is just an experiment of set, setting and above all holding intention, "Samyama".

I have had quite a number of acid trips this year and a small number of shroom ones too, but none were a significant as this one. For this I had cut up on weed for many weeks, I had been very proactive in mental gymnastics too, meditation and inquiry. This trip was done one week after the passing of my father, on a stormy night.

I was curious above all of every change that happens to the body and mind beginning with the come up, I had no expectations, a sharp mind set and a profound intent on discovering my inner and natural take on all of my life's ups and downs.

I had no expectations, a sharp mind set and a profound intent on discovering my inner and natural take on all of my life's ups and downs.

 I longed to discover my inner intuition, my voice.

During the come up I lay in my bed, no music, just breathing and settling into myself. It began with what seemed to be random thoughts, images and sensations, that I was intent to let pass. The wind became a theme, to let all pass like the wind, to feel the flow of energy.

I settled more and more into a safe and silent space inside of my mind, I was proactively seeking bad sensations so I could let the wind pass through the dark and stale aspects of my being, I felt like healing and receiving, I was intent on staying open. Soon I began to feel it getting deeper, I was being sent to deeper aspects, many times having to remember where I was at, settling again and again in my safe space, it was a moment of cultivation, cultivating my trust in myself, in the universe. Wherever I found myself, through good or bad, I was okay with it.

The come up seemed eternal, but ended when I lost conscious thought and remained in a still floating above my sensations, like the wind passing through, I got to add that physical and mental sensations where tied to one another, when I felt mental friction I tensed up, the energy flowed harder, when I let go, I felt pleasure coursing through my body. The rocket launched into space when I felt a sharp current going up my spine, mentally I felt like flying into the cosmos. When I realized I lost connection with the physical, with my silent space full of peace, I panicked a little, but soon tried harder to maintain my space, to hold it like Atlas holds the world.

Throughout all of this, I have to remark the importance of going deep, and holding space. It is like pulling an arrow with strength and keeping it tense. Pulling more and more and charging it with intent, with all your mind and soul. Every phase was plagued by thoughts that attracted my attention like mosquitoes are attracted to light, there appeared many images, of people, of situations, all tied to myself in one way or another. There were sources of anxiety, of confusion, there were hints of my progress inside each of them, trying to heal, or to be free, or to feel love, to fly above all of it allowed me to regain my power from them all. To be whole.

It is like enhanced meditation, a satisfying game that pays all effort and devotion on the spot, I began to shift from emanating the intent, to attracting it, by just being in my inner space. When I was launched into the peak, I let go of the arrow peacefully.

I felt bigger and bigger waves throughout my subconscious mind, each second seemed to show one perspective, it was like an earthquake. I stood up, and felt I was up there in the peak, but consciously quite awake, I felt like sleeping, or fainting, definitely losing grip with reality.

I laid again on my bed, I put the album In Search Of the Lost Cord by The Moody Blues and soon it all came like the Niagara Falls of emotion and energy.

I began to realize LSD has no content by itself, like psilocybin has, it works by relationship, one idea, one feeling, one image inside your mind is like a mirror for yourself, it shows you yourself, each new sensation relates with the one from before, and so creates an array of awe inspiring mental landscapes. I felt the good of myself in each visual that I saw, it was incredible. I began to pick up certain feelings, of anxiousness. When I felt powerful I felt sexual energy, I felt hot, when I was anxious I felt like being cut in two, like being just one half of me. It spiralled into a vision of a dual phoenix flying through the universe. Then I knew it, I knew of flight.

All the trip was colored by flying, as if I had found my spirit animal, I felt like a Bald Eagle. Spiritually free, flying like my breath above all that happens down on the earth, down in the mind of a man. I felt whole, powerful, anxious free, ready to take on the world. Me listening to music felt like an Eagle gliding on the wind, all that was felt could be put in the metaphor of flying, of letting go like a bird does when it flies on the skies, being one with the wind.

It followed some hours of ecstasy, of bliss and happiness. It was extraordinary, all the intent I channeled throughout the past couple of months into my growth were shown, I was paid back in full for all my effort to understand the world, I felt a spiritual emptiness be filled by an inner and more ambiguous identity, that of a bird that conquers the skies and flies above all else. I now sit in my self proud of my take on the world, compassionate towards myself, with no doubt. I have taken my power back, that I gave to the world all this time.

Fly on people, with the wind on your back keep on riding on.

I also have to add, psychedelic substances are not spiritual per se, it is man alone that is spiritual. He has the power and the understanding to take the good or the bad from everything, and as he is, so are his experiences in life. Thank you.

[Reported Dose: ''approx 150ug'']

Exp Year: 2023	ExpID: 116982

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Feb 17, 2023	Views: 222

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LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), General (1), Alone (16)


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

		   T+ 0:00
		 2 glasses
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		   T+ 0:00
		 300 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

		   T+ 0:00
		 30 mg
		 oral
		 Amphetamines
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 13:30

		 oral
		 Tryptophan - 5-HTP

		   T+ 13:30

		 oral
		 Valerian

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   170 lb

It all began with deciding I wanted to spend the day doing some work on my car, nothing too hard mentally but definitely tedious enough that I did not want to do it.

Woke up around 11ish

12:00 pm Took half a tab of LSD just enough to boost my creativity and motivation. Made some breakfast and decided lets go to home depot get car supplies and Walmart for some groceries.

12:50 I get done with home depot, I begin to feel the come up and a little bit of confusion, I was hoping for more of a microdose but these were potent and I was feeling it. Decided not to go to Walmart as it would take a lot out of me trying to get what I needed without getting sidetracked.

1:30 Get back to the house I decided I wanted to try K hole, I had done Ketamine previously with the most euphoric effects very vivid visuals and insane out of body experiences about 2 years ago ( such as not even realizing that I was even laying down somewhere ).

The supply was scarce and was only able to get it only once before about a year ago and just wasn't the same. I had gotten this last weekend and tried it last week  felt the same way as it wasn't all I remembered it to be, so I assumed well initially when I used to do it I had done a lot more LSD ( weekly ).

So now I had some LSD in me drank a beer and half to try to potentiate it + took the K. I defiantly felt woozy enough to lay down but I was not to the point of complete paralysis even though redosed large quantities within minutes of each other. The combination yielded better results then the original K - hole, I was able to get better closed eye visuals and do some of the things I wanted mentally, yet it wasn't the flying jets, camping with friends, or traveling the world ( all in my mind ) as I had previously had. This may due to different strains of K, the more potent was much more crystallized type, while I noticed the weaker stuff always comes in a softer more like flour consistency.

2:45 I start coming out of the nap phase but still feel really out of it. I look up a little info on adderall and decide to start with a 10mg IR and redose as time goes on to keep it going.

3:30 I watch a few episodes of tv when I start go from being Foggy from the K to a Very clear clarity. I realize the aderrall kicked in so I start doing some house organizing.

4:00 I look up recreational / first time dosages of aderrall I see 10-15mg for studying and about 25-30mg for recreational. I decide to take another 5mg, with another 5mg hr later.

5:30 my plan was to do a total of 30 mg, not really having much experimental experience with it I assume it will last 5-6 hrs as with MDMA, so I'm shooting to stop working around 12 on car so I take another 5 mg and plan to stop redoing by 6 pm. I step out to start fixing up the car.

6:30 I step inside, I still feel really alert and oriented. I try to force myself to eat some snacks I have almost no appetite despite breakfast being small. I'm not as giggly / silly now since the second stage of the LSD took over so I I dive right back into the project.

7:00 I decide to go back to store to get more fruits / whatever I needed. I feel like I can hear the lights buzzing when I was in there without music surrounding me.

7:55ish I get back I still feel up but decide to take the last of the dose while its still not too late don't want to waste it, did not want to store it.

9:00 My body aches my back is understandable being hunched over but my biceps are sore even though haven't been lifting or using them too much. There's occasional nausea.

12:00 I'm still wide awake despite usually my bedtime is 10 pm, I keep working on the car, I try to snack but its hard to get more the mouthful at a time without feeling a gag reflex

3:00 I start to feel tired, I decide to put the tools away and call it a night.

3:30ish after showering and taking some 5-HTP and Valerian root I try to get to bed. I don't feel uncomfortable laying there but I realize my body is tired, my mind is up and I won't be able to go to sleep, I decide to do some K try to put me out.

4:00 Things start to get weird, while initially I wanted to lay down from the K I got nauseous  and go up to go to the bathroom. I had very little wobbliness, and felt actually awake. Decided watch some TV and do some more K.

4:15  I was not sleepy at but rather in a trance of paranoia. I was thinking what if someone like police or landlord knocks on my front door, I wish I had a gun to end my self as I did not want deal with the legal consequences of my life choices (Drugs).

4:20 Everything looks static and best way to describe it is this scene from requiem for a dream but imagine if you watched it on an old television that had the static.

4:40am I decide I'm going to turn this into a positive as I feel like shit, I make a bath. I think about how if the exhaustion wears into me, or the k overcomes the alertness of the Adderall I can pass out and drown and die, but I decide I'm ok with that as I am somewhat comfortable and warm in the water.

I can feel my heart beating heavily. There's a voice talking to me guiding my body to do things, it feels like what schizophrenia would be like. I'm a idle passenger in this body, with something or someone else steering. I lay in the water staring at the ceiling

5:30: I think about my mom, the thought that I could start to feel like I'm about to die and I wouldn't call an ambulance because I don't want to survive if caught with / on drugs as it would cost me my job. I set a goal to slow down on drugs, the idea of being without them does not suit me, but reduce use and binging, for the sole reason of that I cannot pass away before my mother. It would break her heart if I died first and I don't want to put her in that negative.

6:00 I head to bed and knock out shortly.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 112346

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 24

Published: Feb 25, 2023	Views: 345

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Amphetamines (6), LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Alone (16), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3.6 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms
		 (dried)

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

		   T+ 0:00
		 few hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

		   T+ 3:00
		 few hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   185 lb

Throughout my relatively short history with psychedelics thus far, I’ve had a number of unexplainable experiences with LSD, psilocybin, DMT, and DXM, but never what I’d consider a ‘bad trip’. This pattern of luck shattered last night, leaving me in the grips of a terrifying experience that I still cannot wrap my head around. To fully understand this experience, I feel it is important to detail the context surrounding it.

My mental health is something I often fear for, and while psychedelics have taught me many important lessons, they have begun to produce increasingly sinister vibrations with each time I trip. These sinister undertones primarily emerge on the comeup of an experience, often manifesting in the form of vague, ill-defined imagery of maniacally laughing faces, glaring eyes, and sharp tendrils moving back and forth slowly. Attempting to say with certainty what causes this phenomenon would likely be impossible, though I believe it could be due to my persistent lack of sleep. My relationship with sleep has been spotty at best for nearly a year now, a fact which is made apparent by my occasional bouts of hallucinations and extreme paranoia. Still though, I thought very little of this and attempted to ignore it so as to avoid a trip taking a turn for the worse. Obviously, though, it grew too intense to ignore and culminated in a sudden and hellish experience that has left me shaken since it happened.

It was 8:20 P.M. and the sun was long gone from the sky. I had just finished eating dinner and prepared myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich stuffed with 3.6 grams of mushrooms and a single tab of acid. This was a combination unfamiliar to me, though I was well acquainted with the substances on their own. I went on a short walk to kill time before it began and then settled down in my room under the warm cover of a blanket. I noticed the first effects around an hour after ingestion, and the subsequent comeup maintained a remarkably slow pace, leading me to believe the trip would be anticlimactic and uneventful. So, I went into the adjacent room where I had already prepared a pipeful of weed and took a few solid hits before returning to my room to relax and enjoy the rest of the experience. I spent the next couple of hours listening to Townes van Zandt and Herbie Hancock while watching the inside of my eyelids. I loved every second of it and found myself feeling fully at peace. The more I allowed my mind to drift off, the more it felt as though I was being held in the arms of someone behind me. I felt an intense love for everything around me.

I loved every second of it and found myself feeling fully at peace. The more I allowed my mind to drift off, the more it felt as though I was being held in the arms of someone behind me. I felt an intense love for everything around me.

Around 1:15, the effects of the mushrooms began to wane slightly and the acid was still going strong. I decided I would return to the other room and smoke the remaining grass in my pipe to extend the peak of the trip and resume the blissful state I was now coming down from. After three or four pulls from the pipe, I suddenly felt extremely fatigued and lightheaded, as though I were about to faint at any given moment. I quickly straightened the desktop up and set my alarm for the morning before heading back into my bed, worried I would pass out. I buried my head into my pillow to try to relax and rest my mind for a bit. When my eyes closed, I was near immediately overwhelmed by what I was witnessing. A floating head of Ronald Reagan (no clue why) soared across my field of view, mockingly laughing as it passed.

Then, my vision went entirely dark before the word ‘Lucifer’ appeared in glowing white lettering. This sent a rush of fear into me, despite never having been a religious person. What followed was a brief, but seemingly endless onslaught of horrific, sullen imagery and incoherent, dysphoric thoughts about impending death, fear, and speaking to extraterrestrial beings. I cannot fully recall what conclusion was reached through these thoughts other than a vague sense of terror and complete loss of sanity. I was oddly unphased by this at the time, only finding it mildly odd, but as I continue to try to wrap my head around the experience it becomes more disturbing and strange. Despite having taken the acid only five hours earlier, I then went to sleep around 1:30, as I knew I would only grow more shaken by the experience the more I thought about it. It is now 16 hours since I first ate the acid and mushroom sandwich, and I am relatively back to baseline, although the nonspecific paranoia and confusion remain.

Exp Year: 2021	ExpID: 115137

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Jul 6, 2023	Views: 278

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Mushrooms (39), LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : General (1), Difficult Experiences (5), Glowing Experiences (4), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   165 lb

My first experience with acid was definitely life changing in a lot of ways. Me and my girlfriend had acquired it from our source, Chris, who had brought some back from his honeymoon in Las Vegas. Now let me give you a little bit of background on Chris. At the time, he was my manager, and the go-to guy for about 90% of the employees. He could get pretty much anything, and loved to share his extensive knowledge, talking your ear off about his different strains of pot, and going into great depths about which psychedelics will affect your psyche in which ways, and so on. He would often describe the effects as they would pertain to your own personality in a way that made him sound like he knew you better than yourself, which a lot of people found extremely annoying. But Chris was a good friend to me, and I trusted him. Though I would begin to question some of the validity of his claims. He later told me that what he sold me could have been or been mixed with DOC.

Chris was a good friend to me, and I trusted him. Though I would begin to question some of the validity of his claims. He later told me that what he sold me could have been or been mixed with DOC.

Chris had sold us one and a half hits each on plain white paper, wrapped in tin foil and sealed in a ziplock. He stressed to me how sensitive it was to light and temperature, explaining that it had lost some of its potency while in transit in the cargo bay of the plane, and that he'd upped our dosage to compensate. I used extreme caution storing and handling the product until it's use.

When the day came, I got out of work early and my girlfriend and I took the acid in the kitchen of our bottom floor apartment. We sat in the living room afterward with our roommate and watched tv while we waited for it to kick in. The effects started with a vague tingly feeling throughout my body, and a general shift in consciousness. I felt a bit apprehensive. Colors started to become more vibrant and significant. I don't remember what it was that my roommate was watching, but it was violent and my girlfriend and I became uneasy, so she asked him to change it. He put on Rocko's Modern Life instead, which was definitely more palatable for our state. I zoned in on the animation, while my mind began to swirl with abstract thoughts.

We decided that we wanted to get outside, so the three of us went to bundle up. When I stood, I remarked about how very tall I felt. Or very short. I couldn't tell. I felt like I was living in a fish-eye lens. I grabbed my iPod. Originally I had intended to listen to Iron and Wine, but as I scrolled through the artists, I realized that I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. Alphabetical order became difficult to grasp and I didn't know which way to go to get to the letter I was looking for. Eventually, I recognized a familiar name. I remember Chris recommending OK Computer as an album to trip to, but I didn't have it, so I put on Amnesiac instead. My earbuds burst to life in a breathtaking array of sounds. I'd never heard anything like it. It was perfect, and as we ventured out into the cold, I was amazed by how beautifully the music complimented the snow covered setting.

We walked down the sidewalk toward a park down the road. I saw colors in the snow, fractals of rainbow and sparkling glitter everywhere. Houses had a greenish tint. Light was reflecting off every surface and casting colorful hues. We stomped through a snowy clearing toward a playground. The rainbow fractals looked like veins branching out across the field. We sat in the swings and smoked a cigarette. I took my earbuds out for a moment and gazed upon the scenery. The sky was becoming orange with the setting sun, and casting blueish shadows across the landscape. The contrast was very striking.

We decided to continue walking, so I put my earbuds in and we ventured into a nearby wooded area. Again, the music was perfect, an eerily intriguing soundtrack and the line 'cut the kids in half' made me feel as though I were in some enchanted forest in a Grimm's fairytale. We emerged along another sidewalk and followed it back to the playground. By now the sun had just set and the shadows were in full play. Everything was red and blue. Our roommate started building a mound in the snow. He shaped it into a stool of sorts and sat down. I was listening to Life in a Glass House, and the robust horns made it seem like he was some sort of drunken king on his throne. I sat down next, feeling very posh and smitten in a way. I told my girlfriend she needed to listen to what I was hearing and I handed her the earbuds. After only a few seconds, she made a sour face and handed them back. Apparently it was too much for her.

I relinquished my throne and my roommate started messing with it again. From where I was standing I could see a face begin to emerge. I pointed it out to him excitedly, and the two of us began to sculpt and dig away at the snow mound to further reveal the face. We gave it more definition, a pronounced brow, nostrils, teeth. We stood back to look at our progress and burst into hysterical laughter. We named him Barnum. He was absolutely perfect. He looked like a demon, so we molded him a pair of horns and I rolled him a snow cigar. Finally, we broke one of the horns off to signify that he had been in a battle, and left the park immensely pleased with ourselves.

We followed a lamplit street back to the apartment, and I sloshed through the slush. I felt like we were in the amazon or something, pausing at a streetlight to stare curiously at the vines growing up it. When we got back we sat out on the porch for awhile and talked. Then we returned to the living room. I felt that we had come down for the most part, but when I closed my eyes I saw a kaleidoscope of patterns swirling outward from the center of my perception. Images of birth and death, fetuses turning to adults, then dissolving into skeletons only to be reborn. I laid there for a while, enjoying these visuals, then went to take a bath. I put on Amnesiac again and soaked contently in the warm water. When I came out, I went into my room and laid on my bed in the dark with my headphones until my girlfriend came to see where I was. Something had gotten her thinking about her friend who had passed away a few years back, perhaps a picture. I left the room to look for something and I could hear her start to cry inside. I wasn't in any condition to be consoling at this point, so I just listened, acknowledging her sorrow, but feeling a sense of inner peace. Moments later, she came back out telling me what happened and how random it had been. She said that she'd felt the need to cry and was feeling better now. We cuddled for a bit, ate some dinner and went to lie down. I convinced her to listen to Radiohead with me, and we laid in bed together and listened to the whole album, eventually falling asleep.

Since that day, Radiohead has become one of my favorite bands. I'd listened to them before and liked them, but it wasn't until that first acid trip that I developed such a strong affinity. That was the first time that I really 'got' them.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 107269

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 27

Published: Oct 5, 2022	Views: 555

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LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Music Discussion (22), What Was in That? (26)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

My 2022 Psychedelic Review - Installment #2.

The following is the second installment in my 2022 Psychedelic Review:

August 2022. LSD (2 tabs, advertised as “320ug” each, probably more like 100ug (??).  In total approx. 150ug-250ug range, nothing to accurately compare it to, so let’s call it “a 200ug dose”).  - +++ - A good plus-three during many parts of the long peaks and plateaus, followed by a mellow plus-two for a nice, slow comedown, and I was able to drive to the Youth Orchestra Concert, much later in the evening; I had dosed very early in the morning, perhaps as early as 5:30 a.m. – I still had a “barely-threshold / afterglow effect” that night and the next day.

I had dosed very early in the morning, perhaps as early as 5:30 a.m. – I still had a “barely-threshold / afterglow effect” that night and the next day.

 The concert featured the students (full orchestra + a singer) and a professional trio (Piano, Cello, Violin), all of whom sounded great!!  A few glasses of slightly-substandard red wine helped me coast through the evening, confident and comfortable.  After dark, went to buy some good-ass weed at a newly-opened, fully-legal shop, then slowly home and to sleep.

Let’s see – I would call this a pretty good example of a “full dose” of acid.  I got all of the standard effects, at a pretty high level of intensity.  A small, light blue birthday balloon in the corner of the ceiling could look impossibly far away, and then it could be made to come closer, and it started to suggest an Arctic scene, against the “snow and ice” background of the ceiling plaster, or a Georgia O’Keeffe painting of the sun-bleached pelvic bone of some long-dead desert beast.  I laughed and stopped this little game too soon, before I “drive myself crazy putting too much meaning into a fucking balloon” [Author’s note: More like, before my wife comes in and asks why I’m staring at the fucking wall, ha-ha].  Lots of very pleasing colours, patterns, designs in everything.  The anchor on the wine bottle was “dancing”, as were the multi-colored patch cables on the “Moog” album cover, the picture frames, and everything else...

The recorded music was excellent – analog synth versions of dynamic classical pieces, complete with synthetic audience noise.  The acid definitely agreed with the listening experience – The trippy synthesizer-classical stuff sounds so dated but in a good way…  Synthesizers were really expensive back then, and they were only owned by universities, major film studios, etc.  They were also monophonic, so the musicians had to play and record one note at a time to build up the full orchestra.  These modular Moog synthesizers were huge and took up most of a wall, with all sorts of interconnected electronic sections, with wires going here and there like an old telephone switchboard.  ‘Switched on Bach’ is the most famous example of Moog synth classical pieces from the mid 1960’s; The record I was listening to today was from 1973.  This listen also prepared me a bit for the concert I’d be going to later that evening.

My perception was constantly shifting, as was the cheap picture frame holding the two tickets to a screening of the classic film ‘Easy Rider’ (which incidentally has an iconic LSD scene towards the end of the movie – a must-see for those interested in 1960’s culture).  It was difficult to concentrate on basic tasks (rolled a really sloppy joint, etc), and I definitely would not drive, even a short distance, during the peak.

As in the previous experiment [with 4g of mushrooms], I did not listen to a lot of music during the peak, as I was hearing all kinds of cool symphonies continuously forming and playing themselves out in my mind.  It would be amazing if there were a way to capture it all, but it comes and goes too fast.  This made me think later on about famous, “genius” musicians from days of acid’s past – John Lennon &amp; Brian Wilson are obvious examples [I was seeing a lot of Beatles-Rubber Soul-style visuals throughout the trip too, kind of silly and cliché but they must have been there for a reason, ha-ha].

 … But previous to the 60’s, in earlier LSD and Mescaline experiments, the musicians participating would have more likely been classical conductors, jazz guys, etc.  Alexander Shulgin – The Late-Great Dr. Drugs himself was a violinist/violist.  Imagine what type of nutty stuff they heard in their “inner-ear” but couldn’t slow down long enough to notate or otherwise record… So, for every ‘Pet Sounds’ that millions of people have loved, there’s an infinite number of even more insane and way less commercial stuff that probably went through Brian Wilson’s head during his big “Spiritual Experience” trips, preceding that “psychedelic landmark” work… etc, etc, etc.  Kind of clarifies the old saying “He couldn’t get what was in his head down on tape…”  [My wife heard the train &amp; dog noises at the end of the ‘Pet Sounds’ album and was like “What the hell?”, so I explained to her that people in the 60’s thought it was super cool to record random stuff like that, hahaha, it was a hip time].

There was definitely a roller-coaster, “it comes in waves” effect, where I’d feel damn-near sober for a minute or two, and then come right back up to peaking.  Five or so N2O balloons were consumed midway through the experience, probably after the bulk of the peak had passed – There were a few moments of very strong blissful states, which sadly did not last.  During the nitrous peaks, I had some extremely vivid CEV’s [closed eye visuals], mostly of the “Tool album cover” type – it makes me wonder, does the artwork inside of ’10,000 Days’ stick in my mind and inform the CEV’s subconsciously?  Or did they make that artwork specifically to look like stuff you see on an acid trip?  I think the latter is more likely, but the only way to really know would be to experiment with people who have never seen any Tool-related art or anything that basically looks like it [aka whatever ancient stuff Adam Jones &amp; Co. got it from], give them LSD &amp; N2O, and then have them describe / draw or paint what their CEV’s looked like… This nitrous blast would be nice to do lying down, in the dark – I was in my office, sitting at my desk this time.

I decided that while this was a successful experiment, there was still a bit much “noise”.  If I prefer my trips to be as smooth as possible, it seems to me that the best way to do this is to make the body as comfortable as possible, prepare everything that you may need so that it’s within arm’s reach, set the aircon, relax and then the mind is open with less distractions.  CEV’s seem to be more interesting to look at than OEV’s [open eye visuals] – this comes as a surprise to me, as I always kinda thought that OEV’s were the “whole point” of tripping, but indeed this is because OEV’s are really the only effect of drugs which is / can be portrayed even remotely accurately in media, art, movies, etc, so that’s what you expect, and that’s what you focus on.  In reality, OEV-time can sometimes feel like little more than blurred vision, and it interferes with motor co-ordination, etc.  This time around, the CEV’s were more of the “city of brilliant jewels” type, and less of the “art deco” of the previous psilocybin experiment.  I want to focus on these different “genres” of CEV-art a lot more going forward.

Anyway, the last two [mushroom experiments] have showed me why the traditional Mexican Mushroom ceremonies were held in the dark.  Getting the body-distractions down to an absolute minimum is the name of the game here.  The longer duration of LSD allows for plenty of time both outside and inside.  One complication here is the intense tropical sun, which can be uncomfortably glaring on psychedelics.

LSD is kinda whacky… It makes it tough to concentrate, so simple processes seem to take forever (maybe that’s why people think that time is slowing down?), visuals are persistent and fast, maybe there’s some stimulant effect but it’s not focused.  Jonathan Ott said a small dose of LSD is “very similar to methamphetamine”.  I did not find this to be the case…

The acid tabs which are available are frustrating because of the uncertainty regarding dosage and type of substance on the tab.

The acid tabs which are available are frustrating because of the uncertainty regarding dosage and type of substance on the tab.

  I really wish I had grown up in California, that way I’d have been doing better drugs when I was younger.  Seriously, the East Coast sucks for good times – it’s all about coke, booze, crack, heroin, etc.  There were no hippies to speak of where I grew up and I never saw acid there at all!  If I’d grown up on the West Coast, I’m sure I’d have been hanging out with hippies and drug nerds from an early stage in life – and thus, I’d have a much clearer picture of what 100ug vs 200ug of LSD actually feels like, what the analogs feel like compared to regular LSD, and so on.

Mushrooms are the only drug that has ever produced a very strong feeling of “oneness with the universe”, ego-softening or whatever, and only on a couple of occasions, for me anyway, but I understand all of these drugs can do it – I don’t know if I’d want to try it with LSD though for instance, as I’d have to take like 4 tabs or something and that would probably be too much.

N2O is not a psychedelic, but for whatever reason it mixes really well with psychedelics and catapults me into badass visuals, full-body orgasms, and thought patterns that are like a cassette tape with parts cut out of it, re-arranged, and spliced back in.  Problem is, it can be a bit hard on the lungs if I take too many large hits, and if we’re being honest, it does feel kinda sketchy – the reason they call it “hippie crack”.  When you’re refilling the sweaty, saliva drenched balloon as fast as you can, you know it’s time to put it down, ha-ha.  Not a very dangerous drug, but not something to do all the time either.  When I come down from the peak feeling of the nitrous, I'm still in the peak of a psychedelic trip.  It’s funny that you can get such a potent drug at the bakery shop down the street…

I smoke weed like normal people smoke cigarettes – in Thailand marijuana is fully legal at the national level, so I bought a kilogram (2.2 pounds) of 100% Sativa, outdoor-grown Thai Stick for less than $250.  This means I basically smoke all the time, and stay high – weed doesn’t get me too fucked up while I’m on psychedelics.  It definitely goes well with almost everything, for me.

Aftereffects:  As an amateur / hobbyist in this field, I don’t expect to break any new ground, but I definitely find that I get far more out of these experiments than just “getting high”.  At the same time, I suppose I’m getting just a bit less of the “wow!!” effects – but I guess that goes along with my set &amp; setting, expectations, etc.  I’m thinking about the drugs in a somewhat scientific, academic, inquisitive way, as opposed to a religious way, or a party way, etc, so that all definitely colours the quality of the experiences I’m having, for sure…

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116716

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 38

Published: Oct 19, 2022	Views: 341

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LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40), Cannabis (1) : Retrospective / Summary (11), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   130 lb

It was anticipated to be the best party (rave) in a long time and the set and setting couldn't have been better, so I decided that this was the night I would trip for the first time (I had actually taken acid a month or so earlier but nothing happened more than a very slight body fry, very disappointed).  I also decided that I would do 2 hits this time to make sure I would actually trip - BAD idea (just a hint - never do 2 your first time!).

So within 30 to 45 minutes I was starting to feel quite energetic and everything was extremely funny - I was basically running around telling my friends I was crazy and insane, just because it was fun to say, and I was laughing my ass off at my friend A. as she did old 80's dances.  I went into the bathroom and my face stretched up and down in the mirror, I looked at the floor and I laughed in amazement as the tile swirled and shifted.  I came out and found my friend B, he said that 'metro is here' but to 'not worry about it, they're just making sure everything's OK.'  I thought little of this and proceeded to watch glowsticks, dance, laugh at funny shit, and basically have a great time.  Until the lights turned on.

(Mind you I took the acid at 10:30pm, it was now probably about 11:30)  At first I wasn't really bothered by the lights being on.  Cops were shutting it down (venue wasn't licensed, gee great).  I was in such a good mood and I knew I could keep my cool, thinking that as I stood right next to a cop.  But soon everything turned to confusion, everyone had to exit the building through a narrow hallway that seemed long as hell.  Everything in my trip at that point turned 'ghetto' as people started chanting 'fuck the police' and I began to get increasingly anxious and paranoid.  Peoples faces stretched and distorted and their eyes looked sunk in.

Once outside I couldn't keep track of any of my friends if they were more than 10 feet away from me.  Extremely confused, halfway lost, and just trying to keep calm, A. walked me to my car and had me wait as she went to find a driver.  At this point I think is where I peaked, right before the cop came up to me, telling everyone to move out and go home.

Before I knew it the cop was asking me who's car it was, (I said mine) asked if I could drive, (stupid me, I said no) then the horror started as he began asking what I took, if it was GHB, Ecstasy, LSD, asking if I 'wanted to go to jail tonight,' etc.  Everytime he asked, he made me look at him to answer, and everytime I looked it scared the shit out of me as his face morphed and stretched with an authoritative evil.  I knew he could tell I was lying, seeing how I kept looking away.  I scanned the parking lot as best I could for my friend A. who came up just in time and said told the cop that I had gotten 'dosed.'  I said yeah I drank some water that I had been dosed or something of that matter.

After what seemed like hours the cop believed that I had been dosed with some kind of drug involuntarily, took my pulse, which he said was around 140-160 bpm (because I was so intensely scared) and escorted me to sit me down by the ambulance.  The next 15 minutes I sat scared as hell asking for water, not being able to understand anything, still thinking I was in deep shit and my I was going to jail and my dreams and goals would never be reached.  I was so afraid I felt like crying (and I hardly ever cry) but I couldn't feel anything, no emotions, just fear and confusion.  They found me a cell-phone to use, I tried calling my friend V., she wasn't home.  Nobody was home.  Hell I even tried calling my dad and he would've been pissed, because all I wanted to do was go home where it was safe.

The rest of the trip was pretty much driving around all night in a passenger seat trying to locate other friends around town; it took me a good 2 or 3 hours for me to actually calm down once the cops let me go, I kept thinking that I was going to get caught if we got pulled over.

What I learned from this is to FUCKING MAKE SURE your setting is safe before doing any kind of drug, and to make sure you can handle it (and not to mention don't drive your own car to the party).  I wasn't ready for what happened that night and I don't think I could go through it again.  I'm eternally grateful to my friend A. for 'saving' me because had she not been there and had not come up at the right time with the right thing to say, I would've gotten hauled off and my future would be seriously fucked.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 154

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 10, 2000	Views: 16,546

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LSD (2) : Rave / Dance Event (18), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 3.5 caps
		 oral
		 Amanitas - A. muscaria
		 (dried)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   195 lb

I recently found a treasure growing in my back yard. I live in the foothills of the Adirondacks with a lake in my back yard. Many different kinds of mushrooms grow in my back yard. one i happened to notice was a psychedelic variety named the 'fly agaric' Amanita Muscaria. I harvested and dried 4 caps. Around 1:30 pm after i completed the latter process i ate 3 1/2 caps over 6 slices of homemade pizza with a glass of whisky and coke. I continued back to school for my final period of the day. During that period i felt extreme nausea and salivation. A light trippy buzz followed till someone offered me a hit of LSD which i readily accepted. At that time i realized i must go to soccer practice. I dressed on the field feeling euphoric and dizzy. Then as i started running the distant view became a mesh of undulating colors. I ran as quickly as i could and the distant blur became quickly closer to my vision. The grass seemed to move around in a spiraling fashion changing to brilliant colors of red, blue, and yellow. The people around me became just figures of color and movement and my mouth filled with saliva. The time passed quickly and i returned home for a meal with my mom. The plate and food were as indistinguishable as her words but i struggled and went to my room after dinner. the world went black as I laid down and visions of all kinds started. i lost time then and was brought to consciousness again 2 hours later. i sat on my floor with a voice talking to me. its words i cannot remember but it was coupled with faces whirling past me down the tunnel of my vision. my history notes were spit on and stuck to the insides of my arms but i still ran through my room of psychedelic colors. Thoughts raged through my head at incomprehensible speeds. Till i walked from my room and followed my visions through the house were they ended in the bathroom. The mild visions for the rest of the night were easy to handle after that.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 371

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 11, 2000	Views: 21,142

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LSD (2), Amanitas - A. muscaria (70) : Unknown Context (20), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 32 oz
		 rectal
		 Coffee

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

I have a bit of a substance abuse issue, with food and various drugs, especially alcohol. Several years ago while I was living in Africa, I think I contracted some bug or something (or it could have just been the dramatic change in diet) that suddenly had me feeling constipated all the time. So along with my adventures with drugs, food and particularly the elimination of waste became an obsession. Overall the struggle has been hugely beneficial to my personal growth; I feel very bright and enthusiastic most of the time and although I have struggles, I’m regarded as a health enthusiast in most of my social circles. I’m just trying to give context as to what my body chemistry was like at the time of this trip.

The night before was spent alone, drinking and eating heavily.

The night before was spent alone, drinking and eating heavily.

 I think I had actually planned to trip that day (it was Saturday), but I failed to prepare properly. My body was not ready for a trip. But I dosed anyway, and as I often did, I promptly prepared and administered an enema of two liters of water, to flush out the mass of uncomfortable waste sitting in my intestine. For some strange reason it came upon me to do one with coffee as well (I had premeditated this suffering in a truly perverse way).

The acid was incredibly strong. No idea what the real dosage was, but these were the strongest doses I’d ever had. I think I was having visuals less than half an hour after taking them. I can’t remember but I think I spanned the dosing out over about the same timeframe, so it’s a little confusing. Suffice it to say it was hitting me pretty hard as I was eliminating the coffee enema! I’m a bit of an electronic musician, and I just remember having these super-inspiring visual and auditory hallucinations. Lots of mandala-esque geometric patterns, but I was capable of working in my studio and began having a session, using my small, dysfunctional family of acoustic instruments, a microphone  and some simple devices to glitch up the world around me. The glitches in the music felt very organic, as if I heard them naturally without having to use any devices at all. Basically I was altering the points in time at which sounds occurred. Whistling sounded particularly cool. As I looked over my shoulder out of my large, ground-level window for suspicious neighbors, I flew off into a musical realm of true ecstasy. I remember realizing that it’s impossible for a musician to run out of ideas, because creativity is an energy with an appetite kind of like a fire. It grows the more you feed it.

All the while, I was thinking, as I often do, about how wasteful it is to stress the adrenals as a means of mind alteration. My mind had not shifted away from my stomach. Before too long I ended up on the toilet again. More than once. As I continued producing this mess of a hippie tune I began to lose my groove. Before I knew it I had been sitting on the toilet with nothing coming out for probably a half hour, completely distracted by everything. The trip completely died! I can’t remember ever having that happen, like, all of a sudden I was sober again. I guess my mind triggered some sort of defense mechanism, because it was a truly ugly trip. I mean worrying about cancer like a mother—, and also about this huge mass of waste I had in my bowel, afraid it was impacted in there and would never come out. So gross! I guess the trip might have lasted five hours? I really don’t know. My perception of time was radically altered.

 Eventually I went back to attempt to clean up the mess of a recording I had made. I don’t know if it can be rescued.

I learned that coffee enemas are extremely intoxicating. I have a pretty bad caffeine habit (I don’t really regard any caffeine as healthy) so I didn’t notice the effects as much in past coffee enema experiences without psychedelics. Also, it was some really cheap coffee from Trader Joe’s too. I don’t know why I couldn’t have at least gone with organic.
I actually might consider doing it again, although it’s unlikely. Those hallucinations were extreme! And everyone feels energized after a good dump.

If something possesses me to go that route, I’ll make sure that I don’t abuse the hell out of my body the night before. It’s hard to tell just how irritating the coffee was, and how much of that was just the God-awful food combination from the night before.

Exp Year: 2018	ExpID: 112483

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 26

Published: Feb 24, 2023	Views: 290

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Coffee (173), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Music Discussion (22), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 4:30
		 4 hits
		 smoked
		 Ayahuasca
		 (liquid)

I have receive several requests for this, so I decided to post it. If you have and questions at all, please let me know. I am very willing to talk about all of this. Names have been changed.

Three people were involved in the beginning: Ayleen(me), Madalene, and Gabe. Five people were involved by the end: Ayleen, Madalene, Gabe, Matti, and LloydJoel.

I began the evening by ingesting three sugar cubes coated in a normal dose of LSD at about 10:00pm. As the trip progressed, we noticed that it was good and strong, yet somehow subtle. If I thought about trails, I saw them really well, but if I wasn't thinking about it, they really didn't exist. Things melted and breathed as usual. We considered it a very subtle trip on clean LSD. After spending time outside in a garden/arboretum/park type area, we went to Gabe's room. His room was very messy and it did not appeal to me at all, but I wanted us to stick together. We smoked some MJ. LloydJoel came up in conversation and I told Gabe that he and Matti were tripping on the same LSD that we were. Gabe called LloydJoel and we went over about 1:30 am.

LloydJoel's room is very small but welcoming an comfortable to me. Bowls and bongs were being passed, but I didn't really want any more pot. Madalene and I were both passing it up. Matti said 'Will you smoke some more if I pack the Hookah?' and of course we said yes because it is an honor to smoke from that Hookah.

LloydJoel was showing Gabe a bottle of a Yage mixture. Gabe was going to drink it and asked if we would watch him the next few days and help him through it. Madelene and I agreed. Gabe decided that it was not a good time to do it, so they set it aside and proceeded to pack the Hookah. LloydJoel poured a thick liquid on the MJ and when Matti lit it, it made the most wonderful crackling sound. I assumed it was just hash oil, knowing LloydJoel. After about two hits I realized that this stuff was having a profound effect on me. I took a 3rd and maybe even a 4th and then quit. I noticed I was getting rather fucked up. Matti said something like 'Howz it goin, Ayleen?' I responded in a cocky way 'Oh, it's goin. I'm goin'. They all looked at me.

LloydJoel asked 'Are you tripping?' 'Oh yes.' I answered. 'Really?' he was surprised 'Very much so. I am really tripping.' I said.

The thought that we had smoked the Yage didn't really enter my train of thought.

Things all came so fast I will try hard to account for all I saw. LloydJoel says it often comes back to the dancer a little later, but I still have a lot of things that I have not figured out yet. I started to notice a body buzz like never before. I was extremely relaxed and a floating feeling was all around me. I watched LloydJoel A LOT. I guess I just stared at him for the majority of the time. I couldn't help it. I wanted him to tell me things. He has studied a lot about why we trip and he knows much about tripping. I don't know what I wanted him to tell me. I wanted us to connect, which isn't uncommon in a trip. I am always looking to connect with people when I trip.

I stared a LloydJoel's hands and moved mine rhythmically thinking I could control what he did. I don't think I should use the word control, because power was not a part of this. It was a communication. I wanted to communicate with LloydJoel, but I didn't want to speak. When I trip, there are often times when I feel as if I should say very little because I feel like I am speaking foolishly with jumbled words. This was especially true this night.

I noticed patterns being very mobile and colors were odd. I don't think it's necessarily that they were intensified, but as if I was looking through some sort of filter, though I don't know what color it would have been. Odd. It was at this oint that I began to think that perhaps we had smoked Yage, but I was still very unsure &amp; didn't care to think dwell on that. It wasn't that it was an unpleasant thought, I just didn't care.

I felt like I was the only one experiencing this and just figured it was because I was the least experienced (Matti, LloydJoel, and Gabe have lost count by now and I think I found out that Madalene and I are about equi-experienced meaning about 12 trips). I didn't say anything for words were such a strain, yet I like it when people asked me questions and I didn't have to think what to say, I just gave the answer, which seemed to be the truth. Things get jumbled now. LloydJoel asked me if I was seeing digitally and I said yes. He asked 'When you close your eyes, are the visuals more intense?' and I said yes. I think his mentioning things triggered them to happen. As he was saying things, I was letting them happen, thinking about them, then it felt like they had been going on all night. LloydJoel showed me a CD case for some reason and I said I had been seeing a pattern that was on the cover all night. I tried to converse, because the question thing was going so well. It was difficult and I wound up just not saying anything.

I decided to close my eye as and indulge in in some CEV's*. I feel that they are 50% of the dance. LloydJoel said for us to breathe though the third eye in our inner forehead and there it was. I said 'Well sure, that makes so much sense'. because it helped my breathing, and it shows my inability to express my thoughts well.

My CEV's were weirding me out. I felt like I was falling into a place where I would be not allowed to return to normal consciousness. This opened several times and I would shoot my eyes open, sit up straight, and say 'Okay, now act normal'. to myself and I would breathe. Breathing helped calm me in the beginning, but would then bring me back into a state of meditation. Keeping my eyes shut was becoming more and more comfortable.

From this point forward, I don't know what LloydJoel said and what my mind fabricated LloydJoel as saying. I will explain this further in a bit. I don't know what would happen, but several times I felt as if I communicated with LloydJoel w/o talking. This was what I wanted to happen and I was so excited. I looked at him and said 'Why does that keep happening?' He just shrugged his shoulders and continued to dance / move. The instance of me asking LloydJoel and his attention to me and his shrugging is all *very clear*. It is one of the most vivid thing of the whole trip. I just kept saying how bizarre it all was.

At first I believed that w/o a doubt LloydJoel and I communicated. I now realize that it probably didn't happen. After the communication point, my CEV's and OEV's ** were one and the same, which I understand is common while dancing with Yage. I would see the same thing if my eyes were open as if they were closed./ I would see the same scene as reality, only intense things would happen. I didn't know I had my eyes closed sometimes. That is why I think I may have been CEVing the ESP type thing.

I felt us all connecting as a group on some other plane of existence where no other matter existed (felt like being on a planet or something, I don't know). LloydJoel mentioned something about all of us being brought together by tunnels of energy or something. I saw the tunnels and they were red. But I thought LloydJoel said something about we 6 connecting, and we only numbered 5.

We left LloydJoel's room and went to the quiet room where we lay on a bed in the dark. Madelene was outside and Matti was still in the bedroom. From this point on I don't remember my visuals at all. I remember more feelings and shit. I thought I would never come down. LloydJoel and Gabe were very good about reassuring me and I trusted them. As I believed them, I reminded myself that this was something to fly and dance with. I would smile and breathe deeply, but eventually I would fall back into the sad slump. In general, it was a happy trip. The fears of not coming down did not last long. I thought about my family when I thought about not coming down. I didn't want to lose them or my friends. And thought it is a sad thought, it made me happy because I have them. My body just wanted to lay down, so I did. I shut my eyes and the room was dark so there weren't any scenes of reality to be transformed into CEV's. I don't remember what I saw. I was cold. I was also very comatose, so I decided to go home and lay in my own bed. Madalene agreed to walk back with me.

I thought I had to throw up when I was home, but it wasn't like nausea, it was more just a sensation. I tried. I almost forced. Nothing happened. I told myself I had to stay in bed because I didn't want to encounter people ( I live in a dorm ). It was 7:00 am or so. I lay in bed flying for a while. I have no idea what I thought about. It was mostly pleasant, I feel, though I tossed and turned a lot.

I guess I fell asleep for about 2 hours. I am not sure how I figured out this time, but I remember telling that to people when I entered back into society at dinner. The entire trip lasted about 17 hours. From 5am to 7am it is foggy. From 7am till 3pm, (or 5pm if you count the sleeping) it is all a blank except for I remember my rooommate talking on then phone once.

The trip was not bad. On the walk home, I kept telling Madalene 'Yes, I had a great time, but okay, it's time to come down now. The game is over'. This is where my suspicion that we smoked Yage was confirmed by Madalene.

I think that Yage is a strong drug not only in the sense that it is intense, but more than that. It is serious and can take the dancer places. I now know what to expect, though I I can never expect it to be the same. There is an environment created within me that will be the same and I think it will offer a familiar comfort so I can now explore things while flying. I guess I had too many uncertainties last time. There WILL be a next time, and Ayahuasca will take me somewhere. I want to travel. I will travel.

*CEV's are closed eye visuals

**OEV's are open eye visuals

FLY MY FRIENDS!

Exp Year: 	ExpID: 1777

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 13, 2000	Views: 17,354

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LSD (2), Ayahuasca (8) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 0:00

		 vaporized
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

		   T+ 2:00
		 120 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 DMT

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This is a report of the most life changing spiritual event I have ever experienced in my entire life. I was in a decent mood that day and decided to try my first combination of LSDMT (LSD+DMT) later in the evening. I had some decent tabs that I had already used a few times before with my friend and have already used DMT a few times before. However none of my DMT trips before even compare to the sheer unimaginable love and joy I had experienced on this breakthrough.

I started one night at around 2:20 pm dropped 5 tabs of LSD which was about 500 micrograms. As I came up I smoked a few dab rig hits and started experiencing the typical fractal imagery I would experience on this dose. At around the two hour mark at 4:30 pm I decided to add MDMA to my trip to candyflip. As I came up on the molly I started to reach my peak of my trip and would see these cubical shapes with intricate dragon designs etched into the cubes.

At some certain point the acid started to become very introspective looking back on my life and the decisions I have made most of them were good but, I was still uncertain on my gender identity

the acid started to become very introspective looking back on my life and the decisions I have made most of them were good but, I was still uncertain on my gender identity

 as I have felt “different” from most guys. This worried me however as if I would tell my family and some of my close friends that I’m transgendered that I wouldn’t be in touch with some of them anymore. This is when I started to trip out I was walking around outside in the wash at the time and would see shadow like snakes forming out of the shadows on the trees. I would also keep seeing trees and vines that seemed to block my way most of the time walking around. I kept thinking to myself of my identity and who I was then when a plane flew by and flashed a light towards me I remembered that I was going to smoke some of the DMT during my trip.

This is when things started to become very odd. It only took me around 5 seconds or so after exhaling one big hit where I was instantly transported to a weird cartoon like universe with shapes in the form of a Q-bert game with all these spindly lines with vast colors cascading down these shapes like a waterfall. After this which seemed to be the waiting room I began to hear weird like alien voices talking in my head asking if I was dead however the other alien knew I had just left my body and was in a stasis like state.

After this I entered the most vast cosmic space I have ever seen at this point it was hard to remember some of my trip as it felt as if I was gone for a month's time in the span of 20 minutes. However these goddess like alien beings seemed to be guiding me and answered the questions I needed to know. They told me spiritually I am a woman and it doesn’t matter the consequences I have to take to make myself happy. I then realized it doesn’t matter what people think of me only what I think of myself and how I am going to be happy. I realized this after being reborn as a girl through a cosmic like womb similar to the 2001 space odyssey. I had never felt happier during this time so I finally had my answer of what I needed to do as I had always wondered if changing sex would actually make me happy. After this I began to travel between these yellow glowing cosmic lines to other cosmic galaxies in this huge universe and began to talk to other beings with more questions. Most of these I can’t remember as if my brain is protecting me from answers we cannot know while we were alive.

However I found closure when I was talking to the spirit of my dead dog Daisy. I felt connected through Lucky my friend's dog after snapping back into reality temporarily and went to pet her I returned to the place where my dogs soul was. I realized that she was accidentally fed too much chicken bones at one time that had ripped her insides. I began to cry again remembering mourning the loss of my dog and so did Lucky as if she felt the connection I made but, at the same time I had never felt so spiritually connected with the universe. My dog had told me to stay strong and to never give up hope and not to worry that it wasn't my fault that she had died since it was her own stupidity for eating a large chicken bone.

I felt as if the whole life in the universe was connected together in this place. I am sure there is an afterlife as DMT made me feel as if all life is connected together in a special way giving me a sense of peace knowing that death isn't the end. To me it seems almost exactly like Terence Mckenna said that life is a preparation for a transition to another dimension this so called network of love, light and information. These experiences just seem too confounding for the brain to produce it since we can't even retain all of the information thrown at us. I had needed a trip like this to know the answers I wanted. DMT is a truly powerful drug and gave me the time span of months of thinking in order to get these answers I needed that could only be truly found in my subconscious. I hope to someday possibly try to get into the field of stem cell research or find a way for trans-gendered people to transition easier or hopefully have kids of their own and possibly fully preventing them from the turmoil and despair I have felt. If some animals in nature such as frogs can reverse genders then hopefully humans can too.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 106860

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Feb 27, 2023	Views: 384

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DMT (18), MDMA (3), LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Entities / Beings (37), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 4 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

I was surfing through your pages here and I ran across the article on LSD and Color-Blindness.  Having color-blindness myself and having done LSD, I thought I'd share with others how my color blindness affects my vision, and what if anything LSD has done for me.

First I will explain my color blindness condition.  I am a red/green color blind person.  This does not mean, however, that I confuse red and green, like in the article that prompted this email.  The best way I can think of to explain it is that I seem to a) confuse similar colors and b) 'forget' the identification of a color.  The most prominent of these are between brown and green, red and brown (sometimes), as well as blue and purple.  If two colors (such as blue and purple) are placed next to one another, I can often tell that they are in fact two seperate colors, though I can't tell which one is purple and which is blue.

Having (hopefully) explained that, I must say that in all my trips colors have appeared brighter or sharper, all beautiful, though I still could not tell blue from purple.  The most likely reason for this is that i've lived with my colorblindness for so long i've stopped trying to identify them.  Also most likely the reason for this is that I can still distinguish between those certain colors but not figure out which is which.

I hope this helps some people better understand one of the few types (yes, there's more then one) of color-blindness.  At the very least it's enlightened at least one person.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 382

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 13, 2000	Views: 13,998

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LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Retrospective / Summary (11), Health Problems (27)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

Tripping outdoors is always the best, letting Mother Nature personally guide you. This is how it went one night last summer.

Summer break was ending and my friends (Bill, Marcus and Jamal) were just getting back into Colorado from other states.  We had all simultaniously gotten into this drug thing but we had never tripped together.  There was nothing to do on campus this Friday night, but I had 8 hits of acid on me.  I ran into my friends outside our dorm and told them my plan.  To make a night of it we drove Bill's Cougar up towards Rocky Mountain National park at about midnight.  About half an hour after dosing we stopped in a small mountain town along the way to walk around and look at things, including a large dinosaur (triceratops) skeleton in a shop window that we could not stop laughing at.  After meeting this creature and realizing we weren't sober any longer we decided to head on up into the mountains.

Bill's car stereo is one of the best I have ever heard.  When it's turned up and the windows rolled down you can hear it from literally miles away, we were fortunate to have it with us that night.  As we were listening to DJ Dan while acending deeper into the forest and farther from the rest of the world we decided to pull over and explore.  The moon was full, and the entire forest was ours, it might as well have been some beautiful new green planet we were on.  We found ourselves in a little valley with a stream in the middle and forrested mountains on two sides, with the sky clear and every star shining.  Marcus and I decided to take a walk down to the stream while Bill and Jamal broke some new glowsticks and danced in the middle of the road.  After several hours (or minutes?  you can never tell on this drug) I was thinking that there couldn't be another human within 20 miles of where we were.  Right as I converted this thought into words, a car drove by, saw the glowsticks, hit the brakes and turned around and stopped.

Right as we were about to panic (we were in no condition to deal with other people at this point) two guys stumbled out of the car with two cartons of orange juice!  I can't remember thier story but they were tripping also, driving across the state.  They left us a carton of OJ and we smoked them up, and they went on their way. Analyzing the encounter, they seemed to be just a couple of farmer's kids out having fun like we were.  They came from such a different background compared to four little candy ravers, and we never would have met them, least make friends with them if it weren't for the drugs bringing us together.  Not long after they left we decided to continue up further into the mountains.

Several miles down the road we found the spot:  to this day I think of this little area as my spiritual home.  When I die I am sure this is where my spirit will go immediately.  It's simply a small parking lot on the top of a small mountain pass with overlooks on either side.  On the left there is the remainder of a mountain, on the right a small rocky hill that the road winds around.  One can see the lights of Estes Park (50 or so miles away) and possibly further from the overlook, thousands of feet higher than the valleys below.  We were two hours into our trip now, and everything was beautiful, too much so for words to begin to describe.  Huge green pine trees were all around us, concealing us from the world and the world from us.  I had purchased Paul Oakenfold's 'Tranceport' that day and had not listened to it yet.  We put that CD in the stereo and listened as the bass rumbled through the forest, through the valleys so far below and up past the high mountaintops.  I credit that music for creating the feelings felt that night.  We stayed in that spot and danced the night away.  The trees seemed to dance to it also.  At one point the four of us took a walk down the road to look down into the world.  Bill and I were leading with Marcus and Jamal trailing and having a wierd debate about TV commercials or something.  There was a tree laying on its side that apperently gave Bill weird vibe, so he approached it and asked no one in particular 'Are these trees?  I don't think so...'.  On closer inspection they were indeed trees.  All of us had the same perception problems and had a blast sorting things out, but not before engaging in an argument with the downed log.

Back at the car Bill and I decided we needed a campfire.  We had planned ahead and brought lighters, wood and newspaper to light, so we opened the trunk to get the materials.  'Wait, what were we doing again?' 'I forgot...I know we opened the trunk for a reason...hmm'.  Quickly forgetting everything, we danced for who knows how long before Marcus yelled 'Hows that fire comming along?' 'OH YEAH!  A fire!!'.  After forgetting what we were doing several more times the concensus between the four of us was that we were not of mental capacity to start and maintain a fire, and the idea was dropped.  In hindsight, we probably would have burned down the forest so its better that way.

I can't tell you the details of several hours where all memories are kida fuzzy, all I can remember is a feeling.  A feeling of joy, contentness.  More so than MDMA can ever give you.  My three best friends in the world, a different world perhaps, and I were all dumb as animals, trying to get a grasp on reality, but there was no hurry in getting to wherever we were going.  We had all night, and memories of school and the campus were so incredably distant as to be a dream.  It was amazing how much like a dream the past 18 years of my life were.  Reality wasn't reality at all, and I was finally awakened from it, into a far better place where reality is constantly changing at the touch of a thought.

As the sun began to rise we decided to climb the rocky cliff near the car.  The car!  It must have been 200 yards away  and twice as far below us but we could hear Tranceport as clear as ever.  I remember Bill and Marcus climbed up farther than Jamal and I, and watching thier silouhettes dancing against the brightening sky.  Rock climbing was dificult, and here we were conquoring the cliff, and proving it by DANCING on it!  We felt as if we had just climbed Everest and were on top of the world.  And the view from the top...  We were surrounded by miles of wilderness all around us and we could look down on it all and command it.  As supeior beings we watched the sun slowly rise and light the valleys below, feeling a bit like Zeus must have on top of Mount Olympus.  Unfortunately the drugs in our systems were waning, and Jamal and I started the long descent back to the car.  As we got to the bottom a park ranger's car was pulling up (oh no!  We were still too cracked out to string two words togeter in a fashon as to not scare a person not on this drug).  Talking to the ranger was fun as it turned out.  It felt like my mind was so expanded I could understand anything in an instant, while his was compressed and slow.  He was just checking to see if we were OK as it turned out, and gave off a good vibe.  Nonetheless, it was almost 8 am!! and we took it as a sign it was time to head home.

At the time none of us realized what had trancepired [sic] that night, I hope I conveyed it into words suitably.  It was the perfect trip.  We did everything:  traveled to new worlds, met mother nature personally, talked to her trees and rocks and mountains.  Practiced telepathy.  We met new people experiencing the same things as we were.  We danced.  We discovered new ways of thinking.  We bonded.  No matter what happens many years from now, The four of us will always have that night to look back upon.  Everything was perfectly synchronized.  We got into the mountains righ as we were beggining to peak.  We had just enough lsd in us to see the sunrise and try our hand at being immortal.  When it was time to call it quits and go home God sent that park ranger out to us.  Every time I listen to Tranceport I remember the feelings of this night, although they get fainter and fainter every time.  Still, I look back on it as the best night of my life.  If i were to die tommorow it would be OK because I was there, experiencing it, having more fun than anyone should be allowed to have, and knowing that only a fraction of a percent of all life on Earth has discovered what joy is.  What it feels like to awaken from the dream that was reality.  Thank you Mother Nature and Paul Oakenfold.

Exp Year: 1999	ExpID: 8

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 29, 2000	Views: 6,718

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