		 DOSE:

		 1.5 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

This Is a Special Drug

It was my first summer in college, and really my first extended time away from my family, a distant but love filled father, and loving mother and sister. It was a beautiful thick hot fourth of July night in Tallahassee.

A cohort from my dorm, with whom I had recently been spending slack time with(pretty much all the time) said he would get me some acid for the fourth of July party at his older friend's house. He did, and he showed me it in the bathroom of her house. It was black with little computerized fractal swirls. We both started chewing and sucking on the paper straight away.

My friend would ask me if anything was different, I didn't think so. We sat on a couch outside in the night, the spinning flower fireworks were erupting on the driveway, surrounded by shadows of laughing kids. Then I looked into his eyes, and they were suddenly cat's eyes, the pupil carved down the middle, his big nose wrinkling in a knowing smile. I also smiled and I said we should go somewhere to talk.

We went to the swing set in the side grass alley of the house. Flying out and back in that rusty seat, I was aware that my view of the receeding trees was new. It could have been trails on the  swaying green leaves, but let me say it was more of a feeling that I had never looked at this simple things properly. I was very happy.

Now the party wore on, and I found myself sitting alone at a small table between the kitchen and the folks in the living room. I looked at my arm, my forearm, and thought of those horror stories where kids go off seeing bugs all over themselves, I wondered if that could happen to me. I thought hard about it and I supose I pushed myself over that wire with my own curiosity, because now throbbing little 'Spiderman' bugs were searching beneath my skin. I don't know if this ability was always inside of me, but know I was aware that I could drive myself into a flurry of panic If I only wished it. I know now that Poe takes about man's nature of the perverse, of how we torture ourselves better than anyone else could, but at that time this possibility of scaring my own wits was like a big red button just dying to be pushed. Of course I pushed it.

The rest of the night was filled with glorious views of nature, and distant street lights. Music was(especially Cars Trucks and Buses by Phish) a visible bouncing ball of light, bending to my conducting hand. We were back at the emptying house, and someone on the floor exclaimed that they don't trip the way I was tripping. That made me proud, but soon after I felt like an attention hogging fool. I was bein g honest in my travel, but now,(granted it was a harmless remark) I felt showy, and distant. I didn't speak much after that and just sat on the couch staring up at the black light placed in the ceiling fan. Distance can cause trouble for me in a group setting. There was a couple on the floor nearby. A nice chubby faced boyfriend and girl friend. I felt at once attracted to her, and at the same time embarrased by my inability to control sexual desires(Because we should control them, right? :)) and the song in the room was now...'My friend my friend hes got a wife....' The coincidence was startling, and I drew in further as not to be found out for my desire to connect with the girl on the floor.

The purple light in the ceiling was drawing me in. It was a game. I needed to release something in order to move on to the next level(perhaps I just needed to lay a fat kiss on that girl's cheek), but I was in my head and there I stayed. I relaxed every muscle, moved up, I released every notion, moved up, I rolled back my eyes, moved up....I pissed myself...Stood up.

Needles to say that was the end of paradise that night, and I felt awful(later) for having urinated all over this strangers couch. A few of the guys there took me home to the dorm, the car ride was a cartoon of looming white stars on a navy blue city. Back in my room I stripped completely, not caring that they were right behind me, almost relishing it. I could not sleep. No, sleep would definetly not come. My room mate chatted with me for a bit, but soon he had to knock off, he was tired but still interested in what had happened to me(but more tired than that).

I continued to push my big red button alone by myself, and even fancied being sucked full body down the drain of the common bathroom. Painful. I had to piss alot(apparently I didn't get it all out on the sofa) and the bubbles in the bowl were a crowd of sumo wrestlers smiling at me with slanted eyes. I waited through the sunrise until my friend from across the hall, the one who supllied me, returned. He did return. He was chiding me for the incident with the piss and all, and I was head bowed and shamefull.

As the day wore on, he told me he felt weird the whole night, and that he was sorry for giving me so much acid on my first time. I didn't really care what he had to say, I just wanted to ride my bike and get some breadsticks at an Italian fast food joint. We did. Then we rode to the house of the party and I apologized to the stranger who owned the couch. He said OK.

It is seven years later and I do think about that night almost every day. It was hard to shake it at first, but time goes on, and time is very strong. I don't speak to the kid across the hall anymore, but the guy with the pee stained couch is one of my good friends.

Exp Year: 1996	ExpID: 20020

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 7, 2019	Views: 1,016

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Difficult Experiences (5), Sex Discussion (14), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   repeated
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I would just like to say that I used to have the time of my life when I went to parties and took LSD and/or MDMA, but it is not like that anymore. I had tried MDMA for the first time when I started dating a DJ at the age of 19. I had never done any drugs before that time and I was open minded about all of it and it was just a 'I will try it someday' sort of thing.

Well it is completely different now, two years later. I am a completely different person from my experiences with drugs. If I could take it all back I would in a second. The first few times I tried MDMA it was the most amazing experience of my life. I felt so much love, fun, I had no fear about life. Then I tried LSD. It was fun, so I started doing it more often. Then it happened... the first time I tried candyflipping. LSD and MDMA together. From my own experiences and I have done all drugs, candy flipping is the best drug experience I could have. I trip just like I would with solely LSD, but I am also rollin and I am just lovin everything I see and am doing. Well when I candyflipped my first time I ended up feeling so intensely invigorating, so loved and beautiful and free-- these feelings I can't describe. Anyways, it was amazing. It was TOO amazing. I ended up having no clue who I was and I just felt so much love I ended up cheating on my boyfriend who I loved, I really did (and still do). Knowing this, my comedown was crazy. It traumatized me, and so did the next couple of months. I was so ashamed of myself that me and my druggie friends (that I no longer speak to or have any contact) fled out of state and had a summer of drugs in Pittsburgh. I do not believe I slept or ate food at all from late June to the end of July.

After the day I had such an intense roll, every time I took drugs I could not feel what they used to feel like. Everything was an adverse effect. I ate so much MDMA and LSD and I remember almost every trip. Because every trip was horrifying and every roll was horrible. I tried and tried to feel better by taking these things more and more and more but they never gave me the same feeling they used to. I had so many bad trips I was known as 'tweaked out' girl on the couch all the time. I lost the ability to feel good completely.

I lost the ability to feel good completely.

 I moved back with my mom after July and cleaned up for a while.... but when I came back to reality, I was no longer the same person. I was legitemately TRAUMATIZED. The bad trips I experienced and the things I did when I rolled haunted me and I gained so much anxiety all the time from them. The events, the hallucinations kept repeating in my head, and my heart was still broken. After that summer I tried overdosing myself two different times because I was ultimately depressed about my ex and about how everything turned out. I consumed a bottle of tylenol pm and a time with sum alcohol. I do not know to this day how I am still alive, but I am grateful, for at least I am not that stupid enough anymore to try to kill myself. The dying feeling is very scary. I lost complete mind control, totally forgot I was supposed to be dying. I had no memory and I could not even talk. I remember talking to my mom and not making sense at all. I said very strange things out of nowhere that just didnt make sense. She didn't know what was wrong with me and didn't take me to a hospital, even tho she should have, but at least I am alive.

Anyways, after that phase of my life I got my stuff together a bit, but noticed a difference in who I was, and my thinking... and who exactly was in side of my mind. I realized for the first time in my life I gained a lot of anxiety. Then I started realizing I had different people in my head, different moods. I was unable to control my thoughts. I had become confused all the time. I started isolating myself. My family was no longer in my life. I have no friends anymore because I am unsure of how I am supposed to talk to people. My brain is so clouded with anxiety and depression and terrible thoughts and depersonalization that it takes me time to transfer what people say into my brain and to actually think of an answer is almost impossible sometimes. I was never like this before. I used to be extroverted, a party girl. Now I live in a basement with a minimum wage job because I am afraid of people, afraid of myself. I literally have not a single friend, and it is sad. I wouldn't want to be my friend either, honestly. I became so weird, and I know it.

I still consume MDMA every once in a while, and I still do LSD once in a blue moon, and shrooms. But  I do not feel the effects of MDMA anymore, it is almost like taking aspirin. It has absolutely no effect on me anymore, because of my lingering fear of how feeling that good can hurt me. And LSD whenever I do it I only have bad trips. The last time I actually felt something good from either LSD or MDMA was that night at the rave... two years ago.

The last time I actually felt something good from either LSD or MDMA was that night at the rave... two years ago.

 I'm basically done with the drugs I mean I do them maybe once a month or something but I am condemned with bad trips for life. I keep doing them hoping I will have a good trip or roll, but it is always terrifyingly bad. But I am used to bad trips so I can handle them. I've seen the worst and felt the worst of trips and I know what it is like.

I believe I've just been traumatized from drugs, because they are not something to take lightly. They are out of body experiences, something I cannot imagine sober. My brain is fried and it is sad. I am so confused all the time. From the past two years I have gained depression, anxiety, post traumatic stress disorder, depersonalization, obsessive compulsive tendencies, and schizophrenia. It is just sad because two years ago before I tried anything I was so innocent and healthy and bright and smart and had goals for my life and had never done drugs. Now I am here.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 82372

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Dec 11, 2019	Views: 765

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Glowing Experiences (4), Post Trip Problems (8), Relationships (44), Combinations (3), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 Amanitas - A. muscaria
		 (tea)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash

		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 oral
		 Cannabis - Hash
		 (edible / food)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   110 lb

Well I start at the beginning, and stop at the end.

I came to humboldt state university for school a few months ago, and the first time I have ever dropped acid was maybe 2 months ago. Since then I have tripped another 14 times, and I could not be more pleased with the results. Yesterday I decided to christmas flip (how I refer to acid and amanita combination) for the first time. I have tried amanitas only once before, 4 days ago at a cypress hill show in arcata (SO SMOKED OUT!), and took roughly 6-7 grams dried, ate them, and had an awesome time.

Yesterday, however, was when I planned to fully trip. I took maybe 20-25 grams of dried amanita muscaria, boiled it on low for an hour, and 2 of my roommates and I split it 3 ways. I took a slightly larger amount, being the only one who has tried them before, but we just eye-balled it, so I do not have precise amounts.

From there, we proceeded to jam out to cream and the dead, smoked hash bowls with the tastiest humboldt greenery, and jam out to the dead more.

At this point it has been about 3 hours into the trip, and every hash covered hit of chronic is like climbing up another notch of the cosmic latter, higher, higher, higher.

And then the call came, the call we were all waiting for, LSD! CHRISTMAS FLIPPING!

So a couple drops later and I am on my way, somewhere. At this point ice cream became my purpose in life. I needed ice cream like I need a haircut! So I went and got some ice cream. (actually I do not remember the order that all of this happened, but rest assured, it did all happen at some point last night. So ice cream. Got some tasty ice cream, walk outside, and my roommates are talking to this one guy.

So this was pretty weird. This guy they were talking to so was so, unbelievably cross-eyed! And he was talking about really weird stuff, something about religion. All I knew was I had ice cream.

And so much other random stuff. Something about alice in wonderland, hash cookies, many, many more bowls, blah, blah blah.

And then, in the midst of the awesome intensity of it all, I had the most wonderful idea! My 2 roommates and I (one of which also dropped with me after the amanita tea) were going to each take a different pipe, each with nice bowl, and we were each going to wander into the forest on 3 different trails. Basically, the forest alone, dark, night, rain, mushrooms, acid, and then we would each smoke a bowl, get in touch with exactly how we are, and then meet up and talk about what happened over a couple more bowls.

So I have had a bad experience in the forest alone at night on acid, and I was pretty nervous about walking straight back into the chaos, but I was there and I tripping out of my mind and it was amazing!

So instead of heading straight back, I walked around until I met up with some of my other friends. They were actually heading into the forest I just came out of, so I joined them and ventured back in.

This time we walked quite far into the forest, especially considering it was at least 2 in the morning and raining like there's no tomorrow. Smoked out in the forest, somehow made it back out alive and in one piece, and decided to head back to my room. Met up with my roommates, talked about what happened over a couple bowls, and chilled out.

As I am sitting there after all this, I feel the cosmic tension for the first time that night. I had my hands folded in front of me, when I suddenly could not hold them there. I needed to put my arms to my side, to open up. And I found myself in the void. Everything was open, no secrets, no hesitations, no holding back.

And then I left my room and ended up watching spongebob squarepants with this one girl. It should be noted that I have tripped with this particular individual before, and somehow she never fails to say EXACTLY what I need to hear. It is just unreal. I could not stop smiling for the world. That was where I wanted to be.

Sometime later that night I ended up back in my room. More weed, more hash, more wonder.

And then I woke up in my bed at 9:30, got up, and went for a nice 4 mile run in the slightly-less-menacing forest. So enjoyable. And now it is 3:00 of the same day and I feel like someone pushed my happy button and never took their finger off.

Now I am sure you nosey bastards want to hear about what I learned as well, my revelations. I have been reaching astounding psychological, metaphysical, existential and transcendental revelations on a daily basis, probably due to the fact that I have eaten close to a third of a sheet of acid in 2 months.  In either case, I still have much to think about on that topic, and I need to keep those to myself until I can better understand what I am doing.

And this is where I say 'good day,' catch you on the flip side

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 58030

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 24, 2019	Views: 1,177

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LSD (2), Amanitas - A. muscaria (70) : Combinations (3), Hangover / Days After (46), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

A brief history of my drug past would consist mostly of ecstasy and a lot of pot. I first started smoking pot in 2006 after a near fatal car accident. After multiple reconstructive surgeries I had no pain medication anymore they just stopped it abruptly. Over the past few years, only two things seem to be timeless. One is the pain, the other is through music!

Its november 2010 and I decided to venture into taking 2 hits of LSD. I began listening to a song called 'all around the world' by ATC, a song that has always been a favorite of mine in the techno realm. Suddenly I was at parties again, listening to that song while trying to keep my best friend afloat during her struggles in life, singing it karaoke that one time I was really drunk... This song has been in my life since before drugs were. To look at history using that song brought me back to the real world again. The friend I was helping through her struggles is having a baby in 2 weeks. One of my high school friends, who was extremely excited about her upcoming wedding next month, got dumped by her fiance tonight. These 2 friends both at times somewhat relied on me as their 'therapist'.

Earlier in the night I actually had first taken this acid in the hopes it might take away some pain.

I actually had first taken this acid in the hopes it might take away some pain.

 While over the past couple years pain flare ups have came and went, I have NEVER had one so bad. I couldn't sleep I had been awake for nearly 2 days.

Now, 4 hours into my trip, I feel as if that pain may have been conquered for a while by the powerful psychedelia of LSD. As if my body finally decided to move on. I was fully planning on going to the local ER in the next 2 hours if that pain didn't go away. Now I'm pretty sure the ER trip has been put off until I finally get medical insurance at the end of the month. All because of 3 simple letters: LSD.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 88111

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Jan 13, 2020	Views: 819

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LSD (2) : Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), General (1), Alone (16)


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

		   T+ 24:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 DOC
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 28:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 DOC
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   55 kg

[Erowid Note:
A substance(s) in this report might be identified incorrectly. Erowid reviewers question the author's identification of the drug described. Although the report is included in the collection, the substance might be something other than the author believed it to be.]

After tripping on DOC the day before, Rob and I still had small effects trickling down. There was a big apartment party happening that night where there would be a buffet of Class A’s, alcohol and women. I had 2 of the small 5x5mm tabs left. I wanted them both to myself to try a stronger experience for the night to get some actual visuals from DOC instead of the usual mild twists, but being the only one tripping feels isolated and it would be selfish. In the end I gave my second tab to a girl, Chloe, who had never experienced anything more than marijuana. I called up my dealer to get 4 more tabs so we could both have one more each and I’d save the last two. We took the first tab at around 2PM.

We wandered with the others for a couple hours before feeling the effects. They seemed quite weak to me. It may be because I had already had a tab the day before. We enjoyed the weather, visited rivers and went to many wildlife areas before picking up another 4 tabs. We took these the moment we got them, at 6PM.

The effects of these tabs were noticeable within 20 minutes. Doubling the dosage gives triple the experience. DOC goes through phases of sobriety and then phases of massive pleasure (‘rushes’ or ‘waves’) and then phases of hallucinogenic happiness. The ‘waves’ would almost make me tear up, I would be in unbelievable euphoria, unable to focus on what was going on around me, only thinking to myself how happy I am to be where I am, who I’m with and what’s going on. I was completely focused on my happiness.

Hallucinations were noticeably improved. The usual small twists on surfaces were not small anymore, and not focused on individual surfaces, instead they were everywhere. I was in the toilet waiting for my friend to finish getting changed, staring into a full-figure mirror. At the time I had dressed for drugs, and was wearing a psychedelic twisted patterned shirt under my jacket. I looked at myself and noticed my shirt writhing and twisting under my jacket. It was amazing. It was obviously only a hallucination, but it was amazing and for the rest of the night if I wanted entertainment I would just look down at my shirt sleeves.

After a few more hours of strolling through the city we headed out to the party to get into it. We decided its best to arrive late when it’s already in full swing instead of being one of the first there during the awkward period of time where people have quiet conversation above quiet music. We get there after a small walk at around 9PM. The party was in swing, and I’d bought a loaf of bread in the hope there was a toaster. There was a toaster, but unfortunately it was hanging from the light bulb so no luck there.

The night went on and I had various experiences. To name a few:

The carpet wobbled and shook and I had to get off it, so I sprinted toward the door to get out and I swung it open and hit a girl in the face with it. Luckily she was too far gone on MDMA to notice.

The walls began to get covered in cobwebs. They spread all over the place.

Outside the apartment all the walls seemed to be engraved with writing (like Unitologist’s writing in Dead Space) so I came to the conclusion that the writing was the Devil’s work.

Light changes were interesting, so we used loads of kitchen appliances to make some sort of pendulum on the light bulb in the bedroom so it was constantly moving and changing the light levels in the room.

I found a spray and sprayed it on my hand not realising it was a corrosive until I checked the bottle. Whoever brought a corrosive grease cleaning liquid to the party was a wanker.

A map later in the evening started breaking apart into each country and arranging itself on the wall.

During the night I met loads of people and it was great. I spent time watching my own shadows, intrigued at the strength of the bass on the speakers, loving music. After the effects of Bromo-Dragonfly (I recommend no-one ever takes this) taken a month before this, my heart has never been the same and I have a lower blood pressure, and it has difficulty catching up with my movement so I get extremely dizzy every time I stand up. My friend Oli went into a wardrobe and closed the doors. I followed him to the doors, but after standing up I found myself completely dazed by colours and unable to think at all. You know the rush you get when you stand up? Because of my bad heart I had got that very strongly. I wasn’t on a ‘rush’, but the mix of DOC and head-rush from standing up made me into a stumbling, no longer autonomous pleasure animal. I was stuck in a state of happiness that I don’t ever believe I will ever reach again in my life, whether it means winning the lottery while on cocaine at the point of orgasm inside Keira Knightly. I was crying and laughing, and the walls were swirling and twisting. The whole room was going upside down, yet we were all defying gravity. The cream coloured walls were turning into a multitude of different colours that made me feel like I was the spectrum personified. By the time I had come out of this state that felt like 10 minutes of pure beauty and pleasure I realised I was leant up against the doors and Oli couldn’t get out from the wardrobe.

The night ran smoothly and beautifully. It was extremely enjoyable, even when being threatened by a chav I stayed in complete euphoria and watched his face twist in funny ways. I slept in a bed with other people so I didn’t feel isolated and have a short bad trip before sleeping.

Conclusion:

1-2 hours: Nothing

3-6 hours: Above average happiness, increased confidence, pattern recognition, colour vibrancy.

7-14 hours: Massive peak of beauty, colours, happiness beyond explanation, euphoric feelings, increased social activity, lack of sex drive &amp; hunger, senses improved – especially touch, movement feels weightless and easy.

15-30 hours: improved temperance, happiness above average

After effects: For 2 weeks Rob, Chloe and I all felt a strong appreciation for beauty and had increased awareness. This made our lives much happier and appreciative for this period of time.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 100679

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Jan 16, 2020	Views: 2,101

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LSD (2), DOC (357) : Large Group (10+) (19), What Was in That? (26), Glowing Experiences (4)


		 DOSE:

		 130 ug

		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   176 lb

This was written after I had experienced the last of a series of three LSD trips, the second one heavily compounded with psilocybin. This period, spanning from the months of August 2019 to December 2019, was preceded by a period of deep depression, which I had tried to self-medicate with psychedelics. It was also my first true experience with psychedelics.

I also happened to feed daily on recordings of Terence McKenna, at the time.

I wrote the following poems as I emerged from a quite lucid dream, following my last LSD trip, and possibly the last I will do. I heavily questioned at that point which reality was the truly lucid one, our truly awakened state.

W o r l d Of F u n k

It was to be 8 o clock,

But fractal waves still rock,

And once again,

Time dissipates

And elates.

I woke up, feeling drunk,

From this world of funk,

That felt familiar yet alien,

In which I thrive,

To live the jive.

But suddenly I realize:

In which awakened world,

Do I fail to grasp the size,

Do I fail to fantasize,

Under the blazing marigolds

Of this Shadow?

‘Cause at Night it seems,

When seams blend,

I can make amends

With my own Rights.

While in Day,

I live the dreams

Of others.

I n c e p t i o n

a fine paradox

a dichotomy of sorts

between fractal wounds

of minds and the such

this breeze which reminds you

of things but not,

the things you thought

revived memories of you

but they seem not much,

these scant full moons:

they wither, of sorts

in this fine paradox

V

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113994

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 30

Published: Jan 30, 2020	Views: 838

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Dreams (85), LSD (2) : Unknown Context (20), Depression (15), Poetry (43), Retrospective / Summary (11)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   250 lb

Mick offers to get us high, smoke a bowl.  We decline, letting him know that we've dropped some acid and are just starting to peak.  So we hang out and shoot the shit, smoke some cigarettes while passing the time.

There's a bowl of fruit on Mick's kitchen table.  We're all chatting away as I pick up a golden delicious apple out of the basket.  I'm holding an apple, leaning against one of the kitchen counters, just hanging out.

I'm handling the apple now, it feels good in my hand.  It's solid, firm.  It's got little black pinprick spots all about its skin, as apples do.

I'm looking at it really good now.  The apples skin is getting waxy.  The black pinpricks change, get longer, like fine hairs or whiskers even.  Neato, I've got this hairy, wax apple in my hand.

Wax apple?  Is this a wax apple?  The fruit in the basket is wax?  We don't keep fruit, in a basket, on the table at my house.  Of course we keep the bananas out, but anything that'll keep in the fridge is kept in the fridge.  I reckon then that this must be a wax apple.  It's a shame that this pretty piece of fruit is wax.  Because though it's hairy, I want to eat it.

My mind is racing, I'm slap in the middle of my peak, the bestest part of a trip.  I go to ask as to the legitimacy of the apple, wax or real.  My tongue is thick.  I have a mouthful of pennies taste happening and saliva nigh dripping down my chin.  I dribble out some question that's half understood as, 'is this apple real?'

Mick assures me that it's real.  I'm sure he misunderstands my question.  Of course it's real, I'm holding it.  But I'm wondering if it might be wax.

You see, If I bite into this apple and it's wax, then I'm going to look like an idiot.  Any idiot would know not to bite into wax fruit.  But if I don't bite into it, thinking that it's wax, then I'm going to look like an idiot for being 'afraid' of an apple.

My mind goes into a continuous loop of 'wax on, wax off'.  I have to know, but I can't figure it out.  I try to rephrase my question to get an answer as to the apple's edibility.

 I try to rephrase my question to get an answer as to the apple's edibility.

Whatever question I posited must have come out as complete and utter gibberish.  Both of my buddies were like, 'what?'  Tongue so thick, slobbering drooly mouth not making cogent syllables.  Can't speak clearly enough to communicate my misgivings about this damnable plastic piece of fruit!

Even I'm not sure what I said.  I try again, spouting off some more.  Mick wants to know if I'm ok, asks if I'm tripping too hard, perhaps having a 'bad' trip.

Brain kicks into overdrive.  Is this a fake apple?  It's still hairy too.  Through this whole episode, I've been staring at this apple.  The hairs have been weaving and flowing as if they were kelp moving with an ocean's current.  They're growing and receding too.  They're out and in, to'ing and fro'ing.  Moving and living on this waxy surface.

If this is a real apple and I'm convinced that it's wax, then my friends'll think that I'm a fool.  If it's fake and I try to consume it, then my friends'll think that I'm a fool.  This is flashing in my brain, taking up all of my brain's abilities.  This thought loop has even drowned out my ability to speak, communicate.  Everything that I'm trying to say is coming out as caveman gibberish, mouth is full of saliva and I feel like I'm drooling.  I feel that I am the picture of a drooling idiot.

There's only one thing to be done.  It has to be done, the decision is made.  Caution is thrown to the wind.

I bite the apple.

My mouth is flooded with the sweetest juices that any golden delicious apple has ever produced.  I must say that was, and still is, the tastiest apple that I have ever eaten.

With that one bite, my dilemma resolved, I come back down to earth.  Brain activity returns to normal, I can speak again.  Relief!

Those few minutes were the closest that I've ever come to a 'bad' trip.  I was locked inside my brain for a spell, it had completely taken over.  The uncertainty and fear were all consuming entities, nothing else existed.  I couldn't communicate.  I couldn't act.  The brain locked me down with doubts about an apple's reality and the resulting impact of my peers' perception of me.  I was afraid of doing something stupid and ended up looking nigh retarded anyway.  I have an excuse though, I was tripping balls!

Exp Year: 1990	ExpID: 103678

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Mar 25, 2020	Views: 639

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

My drug use tends to consist of marijuana and alcohol. However, I have experimented with other drugs. I have tried LSD twice and yes I believe the experience has permanently changed the way I think but it seems to be more positive than negative. I used to have very little to say and now I am more outgoing and able to form closer relationships. I also became more impulsive from it. I am also more orgasmic now. This is going to sound weird because I have never heard this mentioned when reading about LSD but it left me slightly turned on with a tingly sensation in my crotch. This has helped me enjoy sexual experiences more than in the past. The experience has also left me more aware of my soul and not just my body.

Now I should mention here that their were initially adverse reactions. I was so nervous about what to expect the first time I tried the drug that I had a panic attack which made the initial part of the trip scary. The attacks did come back here and there but I was able to talk myself into staying calm because I knew I wasn't really dying. It has dissipated anyway over time.I never needed medication for this because I just needed to train myself to stop thinking about it. I was also a little uncomfortable with the change in my thought processes for a little while but once I got used to it I was able to see the benefits. Occasionally I see a transparent shade of blue in the upper part of my visual field but I find it comforting.

I guess the result of the experience is up to the individual. I could have freaked and said 'What has happened to me?' However, people can change from doing marijuana too. I think psychedelics are beneficial but I am careful about abusing them because they are powerful.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 18446

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 31, 2020	Views: 930

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LSD (2) : General (1), First Times (2), Retrospective / Summary (11), Sex Discussion (14), HPPD / Lasting Visuals (40), Unknown Context (20)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		   T+ 0:29
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

I was chilling with my friends when I was given LSD for the first time, I was kind of nervous to try it. I've had bad anxiety with a lot of drugs in the past. I took my hit and looked at the clock which read the time as 8:16. Feeling nothing at 8:45 I decide to take my other hit I had boughten.

By 9:00 I was coming up. I felt stimulated and paranoid. I started to move around a lot. I wasn't sure how to calm myself down, not being in the right state of mind and all. All my friends were tripping at the time. I look over to my best friend and the more I looked at her I started to observe her face. Her face started to become slowly distorted as I watched her eat a fish. Which actually wasn't there. After a while I started to feel unsatisfied and uncomfortable so I went on my quest to find a bed throughout the place. Forgetting where I was every other step I watched my feet fold out in front of me, wide mouthed and slid onto the ground where I found myself feeling noxious and anxious. I kept telling my friends I didn't like the feeling. I start to look around, but I didn't know what exactly I was looking for. Before I knew it I was outside the place, wondering how to get back in. Instead of trying to open the door and walk in I walk to the store hoping maybe i'll find what im looking for, when there wasn't any specific thing. I walk into the store and the bright lights turn on all my senses as I walk through, I keep seeing things fall from shelves. Thinking I was the one that pushed all those items off I look towards the ground hoping to pick them up without the man behind the counter noticing. I was shaking, or thought I was when he came up to me and asked what I was doing. 'Just picking up something I dropped' I replied I looked at the ground saw nothing had fallen in this first place and I could have sworn I was just talking to that man across the store, but as I looked up he was behind the counter, not in front of me. I wasn't sure if I had actually just spoken to him or myself. No question about it I walk towards the door in a rush. I soon found myself behind to convenient store and closed my eyes.

My friends found me later around 2 am, I had been enjoying my closed eye visuals for the past 4 hours. What a trip.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 73064

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 30, 2020	Views: 717

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LSD (2) : First Times (2), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD

		 3 carts.
		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   180 lb

I had the craziest trip on the GASID the other night. I had 500ug around 8PM by 10PM I am peaking good, was pretty hard to see with the lights on. Everything was bendy fractals. We tuned into TRUTH's Deep Dark and Dangerous Quarantine party live stream and got our smoke on. After the first headliner played our friends and I wanted to get into the nitrous.

I walked back to get the gas and had a strange sensation about it, like I knew I was gonna get stuck in the back of my mind. I grabbed the gas anyway and brought it out.

I started with 1 and it increased the intensity of my visuals mildly. I was pretty underwhelmed expressing this to my GF. We waited about an hour and the second headliner came on I decided to get into the gas again.

This time I loaded 2 as I was holding my second lungful in I attempted to unthread the cracker I couldn't, I attempted twice, and three times.

On the third attempt to untwist the cracker, I got a strange epiphany that the cracker was meant to get stuck this time. That my whole life had lead up to this single moment in time if the cracker did not come off it meant my whole life had been a dream and I did not exist. I tried to confirm this by turning to my GF and said "It's stuck, can you fix it?" She couldn't figure out what I was trying to communicate because apparently I stuttered.

Since she couldn't open it I was sure I was fucked at this point and I wasn't even real. I got the sensation that my universe was fading rapidly and all of my life memories flashed before my eyes.

I guess I looked pretty distraught and started to get vocal because I was ripped back down to earth by my GF saying "It's ok bby you took nitrous!" while planting herself in my lap to keep me from physically freaking out.

Once I was somewhat grounded I started crying that I was in fact real and my whole life had not been a dream. I hugged my GF and told her I loved her so much and said thank you.

Exp Year: 2020	ExpID: 114221

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 30

Published: Apr 4, 2020	Views: 966

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LSD (2), Nitrous Oxide (40) : Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 inhaled
		 Nitrous Oxide

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

My husband and I are on Day 3 after a quarantine shelter order was put in place in our state. We have been trying to live or lives as normal as we can from home. Both of my jobs are closed until April 7th (at least). My husband's school is closed as well with his job slowing down greatly. We have been needing about covid-19 for days. We feel scared, but we also know we will get through any health or financial burdens that come our way. We had ravioli for dinner and shortly after wrapping that up we went to our room to decide our dosage. We have about 50 whipped cream charges to do throughout the night.

We took our doses around 6pm. By 7pm I feel the electric tingles in my brain. This is normal for me. Between 7pm and 8pm I feel pressure in my ear almost, but it's like a pulse on the right side of my head. This distracts me from being able to concentrate on conversation. My sinuses (after days of congestion) finally allow one side to open and is completely dry. While the other is a goop mess all closed up. I can feel my smile growing. I feel a little uneasy as I do my best to settle in for the ride. "Was this a a stupid decision?" The world around me is melting. I'm forgetting about my worries for a moment. That quickly ends.

As my husband and I converse, naturally our worries start to pour over into the conversation. We are both emotional this doesn't feel toxic or bad. This may not be what I wanted my trip to revolve around, but it's what needed to happen.

This may not be what I wanted my trip to revolve around, but it's what needed to happen.

We are sitting. Talking. I'm having a hard time with words. My thoughts just won't piece together to form a sentence right now. My husband says something which I can't recall, but it was sad and I told him, after I sucked in half a whippit, that "one day it will be okay". This look came across his face. A look of relief. A look of bliss. Suddenly the energy in the air was strong. I saw behind him a vision of white flowers growing, the light behind that was bright, a family was walking with their child. The cold ran out of the light and jumped into the air. The happiness was so radiant! I looked at my husband tears pooling at the corners of my eyes. "I just saw your thought." I said softly. I was so confused. I was crying. He was crying. It isn't the first time I've had a vision. I've had many since being with him.

The first one I remember was off of a whippit, no other psychedelics involved, I saw his spiritual form. It reminded me of the characters from the movie Avatar. The second time (on acid 2 doses) our basement turned into a jungle. We turned into these spiritual forms. I could feel the texture of my skin be different. Almost like wax. The third time, on mushrooms, my bed turned into my little mushroom house and sunk into the ground.

This experience was so different. I've never seen thoughts before. About ten minutes later my husband is in the kitchen while I'm still in the bedroom. My music on my Google home turns off. I hear music coming from the other bedroom we have. Playing is "calling in the air tonight" I walk out to use the bathroom and ask my husband if he turned it on. He says "no" suddenly the music in my room turns back on. The occurrence is strange. I don't know if there is meaning behind it or where to go on from here. One thing I do know is that for the rest of that trip I was extremely turned on and couldn't escape the desire to have playtime with my husband.

Exp Year: 2020	ExpID: 114227

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 26

Published: Apr 12, 2020	Views: 711

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LSD (2) : Relationships (44), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 3:30
		 1 bump
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

		   T+ 3:30
		 1 hit
		 vaporized
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

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

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

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

First Major Psychedelic Experience

This was my first time doing acid, I've done ketamine probably about 7 times, and I'm experienced with cannabis in really high doses. I've also done like, 15 lower doses of DMT at around 20mg.

My girlfriend was tripsitting me, she ate about a gram and a half of mushrooms, did a dab and some ketamine at one point in the night although I don't remember when that was. We stayed in my apartment the whole night just chatting. She wasn't feeling great emotionally at the time which definitely concerned me while tripping. I don't think I'll trip with her feeling that way again.

I dropped the half tab at about 8:30 pm I wasn't really expecting much and I was right. Slight visuals, the normal stuff I seem to get on psychedelics (glass looks smoother, normal things are more notable looking) slightly giggly. Really not much going on but it was enjoyable. I peaked about 2.5 hours in and just listened to music and talked to my girlfriend she definitely got a mood boost from the mushrooms.

The whole time I was wishing I took a bigger dose so about an hour after I peaked I decided to do a bump of k. It was nice and weird as k usually is. But it still wasn't what I was looking for so I decided to do a dab. I grabbed my nectar collector and took a decently sized dab. Right after the dab, my girlfriend grabbed me and we started to make out. I wasn't even thinking about the outside world and by the time we stopped I realized I was tripping much harder than I was expecting. (I'm not sure what I expected lol) it was incredibly euphoric, and was mind-blowing as I came up hard. I laid down in my bed and closed my eyes. I felt my consciousness expand and I realized I was perceiving the outside world, my inner consciousness, and some 3rd thing. They all felt very distinct spatially. In this 3rd space of my perception I was feeling/seeing a infinite 3d grid with spherical points where the lines intersected. The space and lines in between the points were expanding infinitely and uniformly like the universe does, with no specific center of expansion. I kept falling in and out of this mind state, occasionally retuning to the real world and looking around the room. Although I wasn't ever stuck experiencing this mind state, I just didn't see a reason not to. I had some slight visuals at this point, nothing major though. My girlfriends face changing in the dark, my flags on the wall looked slightly "tiled". I laid in bed in euphoric bliss experiencing this and talking to my girlfriend for the next few hours slowly coming down.

It was very enjoyable. I definitely didn't expect any of this, although I probably should have.

Exp Year: 2019	ExpID: 113679

Gender: Not Specified

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Apr 13, 2020	Views: 813

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31), Cannabis (1) : First Times (2), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


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

		   T+ 0:30
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

This was going to be my first experience with acid. I had done many weeks of research online, as well as getting physically prepared for the experience by ridding my mind and my life of any negative influences.  I was well rested, my mind was ready and I had recruited one of my best friends, more like a brother to me, to help me with my first acid trip. He had been using acid for a few years and I wanted some one I could trust who could guide me through my experience.

We had decided on dropping the acid in the early evening. We met up around six pm on a Friday and headed out in search of a campground. Around eight pm, we decided we had to settle down and find a place to drop the acid, so we rented a hotel room.

We both took one hit around eight thirty pm. Around nine pm, we took our second hit. It was about this time we decided to go for a walk and get some pop to drink. We went to the hotel store and I started to trip out around this time.

We then headed to what I believe was a farmer's property. It was a long winding path and completely dark. The sky started to transform. The clouds turned purple and green and I knew I was really starting to trip out. We then found our way to a body of water, which looked amazing. As we were admiring it, two skunks came along. My friend had to stop me from trying to pet them =) The stripe on their tails was changing from green to purple and I felt no harm in petting them. This was when my friend decided it was time to go back to the hotel room.

Once there, we sat facing each other for what seemed like forever. I was watching his beard turn to fire, then to water. The whole setting was quite strange, the wall paper was very strange looking and so was the carpet. I was focusing too much on it and it consumed a large part of my trip. Eventually my friend snapped me out of it sometime in the morning. From this point on everything seemed like it was energy. My friend was a mere outline of blue and red and there was a green vibe to everything. The usually color changing and strange shadows were there as well.

It was now early morning and as I lay in bed I remember tracing the designs of the wall paper. Finally the sun was beginning to come up. This was when it started to get very beautiful for me. I stepped outside to smoke a bowl of ganja, and everything was amazing. Every blade of grass, every leaf. I remember looking down as I was getting ready to toke and it hit me how amazing all this was. I had never seen colors so bright, I had never seen colors or trees or grass in this way before. It changed my view of the normal things we take for granted in life such as the beauty of nature. What a beautiful gift we have all been granted. This to me, was the reason I wanted to try LSD. My eyes were now open.

My friend and I decided it would be nice to head to the beach to check out the view. We left the hotel and the drive was also amazing. I could feel the music we had playing, like REALLY feel it. There were little sparks of energy on the power lines that coincided with the music. The colors were still amazing and I felt truly happy. When we arrived at the beach, It was quite amazing. I felt like I had panoramic vision and could see to the side of my head. It was something I will never forget, it was beautiful.

We now decided it was time to go home and get some sleep. When I got home, I was home alone. With every step I took, it seemed like there was vegetation growing around my foot, quite beautiful looking. I then took a shower; I have never in my life felt every water droplet hitting my skin, it was very amazing. I then went to lay in bed and could not sleep because of the visuals every time I closed my eyes. I could see diamonds and other geometric shapes.

LSD has opened me to what the human brain is capable of and what we all seem to suppress on a day to day basis. It was nice to take some time out of life to 'stop and smell the roses'. It has completely changed my life in a way no other psychoactive ever has. It has made me very passionate about nature and its beauty.

It has made me very passionate about nature and its beauty.

 It has given me a new appreciation for art and music and has made me much more aware of myself as a human being. It has also sparked a great interest in the human mind and how we all function. I am forever grateful for these gifts I have been granted and can only wish for every one to try this at least once in their life, so that we may all see what we are truly capable of . =)

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 79956

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 15, 2020	Views: 819

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


		 DOSE:

		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD

		 20 mg
		 oral
		 2C-B
		 (ground / crushed)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

The date is March 23, 2020. The world is at a standstill due to coronavirus, and I am gifted with boredom and much time to kill. I am writing this report through my best recollections, of the earth shattering and life changing trip I took, when I was 18 years old Every person I have ever told this story to concurs that it’s an epic story. Many find it funny, despite the fact that I nearly died…. Honestly, now at almost 10 years later…so do I.

NOTE: All timestamps posted are rough estimations. I remember that day very well. When I left the house, and when I got home from the hospital are still clear in my mind.

It was very early in May, and we had recently hit a dreadful cold-snap, where it was -8C the night prior. However, May was beginning to take hold of the season. The buds were forming on trees, the grass was green, and small amounts of foliage were springing to life once again…. That day turned out to be the first very hot day of spring. And somehow, over the course of 48 hours, the temperature had risen to be at least 27c. It had just stormed like crazy, so the humidity was quite extreme.

                                              ~~~~PERSONAL DETAILS~~~~

gender: Male

Age: 18

Weight: skinny, I’m guessing like 160lbs

Height: 6’3”

Prior drug experience: Cannabis, hash, LSD, Mushrooms, 2cb, speed, meth, ketamine, cocaine, MDMA, MDA, hydromorphone, PCP, morphine, codeine, alcohol, tobacco, diphenhydramine

Drug use prior to the trip: I was a regular cigarette smoker, chronic pothead, and loved psychedelics. I was on a serious bender where I was abusing speed and barely sleeping for at least 4 days

I was on a serious bender where I was abusing speed and barely sleeping for at least 4 days

, and less than 48 hours prior was out all night getting drunk at an MDMA party… very sleep deprived.

Stomach: empty

T-7:30am: I had barely slept the night before, and was not ready to start recovering from the rager of a party I attended. Neither was my friend Sean, he invited me over right at the crack of dawn. I didn’t have much money and got the bright idea to bring some LSD and 2c-B I was saving.

I was about to head out the door wearing a T-shirt and jeans, when I remembered how fucking cold it was. I opened the door and noticed it was only 1 or 2 celsius; spitting rain and howling wind. I quickly retreated, and changed into black jeans. I put on an undershirt, followed by a t-shirt, and put on a black hoodie over top of it. I got 5 steps out the door and the wind bit right through me, so I put on a leather jacket and a black toque.

T-7:40: (He lived literally 5 minutes from my house) I let myself into his house, which reeked like old bong and cigarettes, and he greeted me with a beer. He played some gangsta rap while we started to crush our way through his 12 pack of Budweiser he had. I remember the beer was warm. This fucking guy was a slob. His whole family barely cleaned or tidied anything. He never put his beers in the fridge despite having a beer-fridge, and he never changed his black-syrup excuse for bongwater…. I changed the water as per usual. Afterwards I put on some punk and metal as we cracked jokes, and proceeded to rip disgusting poppers out of his bong. (a popper is Ontario slang for a piece of a cigarette in a bowl-stem, with weed packed on top)

Some time had passed, and I drew his attention to the drugs I had brought over. We loved tripping and were both very excited. I had NEVER mixed 2cb with acid, but it seemed like a great idea at the time. We had roughly 2 tabs each, as well as roughly 20mg of 2cb (pills which we crushed up into parachutes…for some reason)

T-???: The drugs were hitting us HARD, I was sweating bricks, and found communication very difficult. Waves of anxious chills began to wash over me. I became very distant and I began tripping harder than I ever had in my life. We decided we needed weed, because we were both freaking out. Sean says he needs to shower to calm down and abandons me in his basement.

I begin levelling out, but his basement is gross, messy, dirty, dark, and cold. 30 minutes later he comes down in a full tuxedo (he was saving it for our senior prom). He had a red necktie and an Elvis Presley haircut, so I made some joke about him being Agent 47 from Hitman’s gay cousin. We both seemed to plateau to a less chaotic place, but one thing was certain.. we NEEDED weed.

T+10:30- My best friend was in deep with the Hells Angels, and was trafficking unbelievable amounts of pot for a kid his age; we’ll just call him E. He arrived and made fun of us for seeming so high; we got stoned and bought our weed.

E proposes to take us out for Tim Hortons, and drive us around while he made some drops. This offer had me ecstatic, because I hated being in that dark, shitty-smelling basement. My stomach was beginning to eat itself; and I could see through Sean’s only window, that the sun was out. The 2c-B was kicking in very hard and I needed to move before my trip went south.

~NOTE: All time between now and when I came home from the hospital is a complete blur (I accidentally left my phone at Sean’s house). Little did I know I was about to reach the darkest, most depraved depths of insanity and physical agony one can fathom.H.P. Lovecraft would eat his heart out if he knew the revolting horror about to be unleashed on my psyche. This event was life changing, and fucked me up for MONTHS afterwards…. I indefinitely have permanent brain damage as a result.~

We quit stalling, and decided to hit the road. I did not even realize how high I was, until I started moving. I had a weird sense of vertigo, and an odd sense of underwhelming anxiety. I started to ask myself if I bit off more drugs than I could chew; but I didn’t want to feed into that silent dread building up in me. I found comfort in knowing that we would soon be in a different environment.

A sudden wave of electrical energy took over me. My field of vision was now made up completely of hallucinations and fractals. My thoughts started to loop themselves in nonsensical ways. “Fucking awesome”, I thought to myself. At this point, I have absolutely no idea what went through my mind. I became one with the fluctuating machinescape of an environment before me. My friends’ voices became an electronic jumble of cacophonous sounds. A sudden dissolution of my thoughts occurred. I knew we were getting ready to head out the door, but from this point on I began running on autopilot. At some point between the basement, his stairs, and his front hallway, my ego died. I forgot my own name and everything else about my life.

Little did I know, the high humidity and sun had elevated the temperature outside drastically. I had all my layers I left my house with, and I had my shoes on. Silently without saying anything, I headed out the door. I dismissed myself from my friends without saying a word. Not sure what went on in my head when I did this, but I just started walking…and walking.

My friends were getting into E’s car and noticed I continued to walk down his street. Repeatedly they tried to get my attention, but I silently just faded into the distance. Sean laughed and said “he’s too high, probably just gunna go chill at his house” and they left me to it.

The sun was evaporating the water from the storm; creating a beautiful mist that was weaving through the intricate geometry. I know I was sweating bricks; I had been for a while. Everything was beautiful, almost as though I was in a land of nirvana. I continued to walk, completely and utterly lost in my own neighborhood; for what seemed like eternity but was most likely around 4 hours. I did not realize this spike in temperature all around me. My clothes were drenched in sweat, and I was becoming nauseous and dizzy.

Eventually, I found myself deep in the forest beside my old house from when I was a child. I haven’t live in that area for roughly 3 years at that point. And from here my trip took a very dark turn. I had no idea where I was.

I felt like I was just a baby. With no way of knowing what is going on, confused, afraid, and just about ready to shit and puke simultaneously. Suddenly my tongue went completely numb, with pins and needles. I was struck with this sudden sense of urgent fear. I knew something was very wrong and I started to snap out of it a little bit. I’m in the middle of a scary fucking dead forest and have no idea where I am! I’m overwhelmed by a nauseous migraine, and I need to get home because I feel like I might die out here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~NOTE: I am extremely arachnophobic~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Panic started setting in. I don’t know how to describe this feeling any better, but there was this feeling like I was being watched (hunted… think Evil Dead). Something was out to get me. Suddenly, all I could smell was the putrid stench of feces and rotting flesh. I puked violently, and noticed the entire ground I was walking on, was swarming with creepy crawlies. Centipedes, snakes, and tarantulas were crawling everywhere. Underneath every dead leaf on the ground were trap-door spiders, they kept popping out in attack position and receding. I had completely forgotten I had taken drugs earlier that day. I was petrified in fear and began to cry. Sobbing uncontrollably like a little child, the stench was overwhelming and growing stronger, and my chest was pounding like I was about to die.

I vomit again, this time in a very painful way. It felt like my eyeballs and prostate exploded from pressure. The pain dropped me to my knees, and when I dropped on the ground it was game over. All at once, each and every trap-door spider on the ground (I’m talking hundreds maybe thousands), leaped all over me. Crawling all over and devouring me. I could hear them crawling and hissing, I could feel them covering me underneath my clothes. I was covered in pins and needles, and tarantulas were crawling on my balls. I panicked, violently thrashing around on the ground. I began screaming as loud as I could in sheer terror, and frantically ripped off all my clothes. I got ass-naked, and started throwing my clothes around; smacking them against trees, and using them to defend myself from these evil spiders. It was too late, the spiders had infected me underneath my skin, crawling beneath my flesh and feeding on me. They made their way up into my brain, which must have been in rough shape, because my migraine had become scalding and unbearable.

These spiders had all conglomerated into one big, evil fucking spider. Go on Google Images, and look up a funnel web spider. It looked just like that. To this day, I am almost certain I opened some sort of metaphysical gate into the unknown; and this thing was in fact, a malevolent autonomous entity, that was trying to take my soul. I could see clear as day, right in front of me, all the damage this spider was doing to my brain. This must have been a minds-eye hallucination, because it was so vivid and real. The stench was still present, and all I could taste was a bitter, metallic flavour. I vomited again, this time effecting great pain throughout my gut and I popped a hemorrhoid in my ass. This spider was crawling all over my brain, pulling apart at my wires with its fangs, and inflicting horrible pain. Each time it bit me, brought a new intrusive thought. These thoughts were horrible, unspeakable things. Everything from necrophilia, gore, torture/mutilation, to PTSD flashbacks of me being raped as a kid.

It felt like I was being brutally raped and force-fed shit. All the while, this evil spider was screaming at me in this dark alien language, comprised of hissing and clicking… it was transmitting telepathic thoughts… telling me it was only going to stop inflicting such pain and torture, if I killed my loved ones.

Needless to say I fucking lost it. I screamed harder and more hysterically than I have ever screamed before. I started sprinting all over with total disregard to the paths around me through the woods I was lost in. My heart was POUNDING. Eventually I broke through the bush into a new path and came across a man walking his dog. He must have heard me coming for miles, only to behold a naked teenager screaming and sobbing hysterically, begging for help.

I saw him, and pitifully collapsed to the ground, begging for him- “PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME OH GOD PLEASE MISTER PLEASE HELP ME!” screaming in hysterics…. this fucking guy… avoided all eye-contact… hushed his dog closer, and COMPLETELY ignored me. He must have been fucking terrified… this wasn’t a hallucination; there really was some old man and his dog that just walked right past as I was writhing on the ground. I vomit again in front of him, dry-heaving painfully and shat all over myself and the ground. I rolled all around my poo like I was on fire; while this spider penetrated deeper into my soul, and infected me with evil. The stench was unbearable now. I screamed helplessly and pleading this old man as he just walked right past me. As he walked past, his head turned all the way around like the exorcist and began rotting away as it formed a devilish smile.

I was trapped in hell, and this spider was raping my soul. I felt death closing in, so I picked my ass off the ground and began running and screaming again. I was sprinting off the path, and eventually came across an area that was made up of bramble bushes, entangle in vines. The sun was shining through the other side of them. So I booked it as hard as I could, trying to get through them…. Low and behold I got tangled in that mess. Now there was an entirely new level of pain being inflicted on me, as these bushes and vines were very thick.

It was almost impossible to get through. While these thorns wrapped their way around my naked body, cutting me underneath my armpits, my legs; you name it. The more I fought them the more entangled I became.

Trying to run through a fucking bramble bush while naked, is an exercise in futility. I came back to that same spot weeks later, and the fucking path leading out of the forest was RIGHT BESIDE WHERE I WAS. These thorns were slicing me up all over. They ripped at my scrotum and I got sliced right at the trip of my dick-hole. I had cuts dangerously close to my jugular… eventually it came to a point, where I was literally suspended. almost upside down. I was trapped in this spiders web of despair… literally suspended and COVERED head to toe in sweat, shit, vomit, blood and tears. Crying painfully and blinded by agony as this spider began to feed on me. My eyes felt like they were bursting out of my skull.

FINALLY, I broke free! I crawled my way out of that mess, into the open sunlight. The sunlight paired with finding myself outside of the never-ending forest, seemed to burn the spider away. The sun was bright and not helping my migraine, but it seemed to kill this evil spider; almost like it was a vampire. I saw a familiar busy road with cars, which began honking at me. I was still ass naked, and covered in blood and shit and vomit. I looked down at my bleeding dick and noticed something truly amazing.

THIS ENTIRE TIME, my hoodie and jeans were locked into my hand. Death-gripped like I was clinging to them for dear life (I was). Thank fuck, I thought to myself. I frantically put my pants and sweater back on. Put my hood up and realized I wasn’t very far from my house.

I was still crying hysterically, sobbing like I had been raped (I may as well have been raped by pure evil) and began making my way home. I was crying so hard and stumbling with blood all over my face. Everyone doing their yard work slowly started to notice me. This freaked me out, because they looked at me like they knew exactly who I was; it was my neighborhood after all. They definitely had seen me walking around before.

I was almost there; I came to the top of the hill, on the road my street was off of. I could almost see my house. At the top of this hill there was a white church. “I made it, I’m alive” I thought to myself as I passed the church.

As I was passing this church though, about halfway, I vomited yet again. This time was very different. The pain I vomited forth was INDESCRIBABLE. I dry-heaved blood, as it felt like my stomach and entire digestive track had folded itself inside out in my esophagus. My eyeballs popped (I had huge red spider web veins across my eyes for a few days) and my prostate felt like it had been ripped out of my ass. It didn’t stop there. My whole body was drenched in pins and needles, and it felt like I was burning alive. Like every nerve ending was simultaneously being scalded. This pain dropped me on the ground and caused me to scream so loud it, felt like it broke my voice-box; making the pain ten times worse. I lay on the ground convulsing and may have shat myself again. I cried out for help but nobody was outside. I screamed for my mother, for god, for my girlfriend and anything to save me.

My attention then turned to the church. In the field was a very fat lady on a riding mower, while little children played behind her as she drove; with butterfly nets, trying to catch little bugs. I saw the sun shining behind the crucifix on its roof. “God, please save me!! Sanctuary!! oh god help me please god!!!” I thought, as I limped as fast as I could towards the fat lady. I vomited again and the pain was worse, I collapsed no less than 4 feet behind them all; screaming bloody murder for them to help me. I shit my pants.

The thing about these kind of lawnmowers…. Is they are very loud. Not one of them heard me, even though they were literally just out of my hands grasp. “WHAT THE FUCK GOD!?” this felt like I had been completely forsaken. “FUCK THIS!!” I picked myself up off the ground and limped away from the church towards the rows of houses. I made it to the first house, and began banging on the door and frantically ringing the doorbell; screaming that I needed an ambulance. I must have been there for 3 minutes. The house was empty, I went next door and did the same thing… also empty. I went to another house and did the exact same thing….also empty! Now I started believing that I had never escaped. That I was just a spectre of pain and agony, doomed to live forever in that state of torture…. The hissing of the spider was back, and laughing demonically.

I went to the next house…ALSO EMPTY…I’m guessing a lot of people were still at work… if I had to guess the time I would say 4pm. I finally broke down crying more painfully than I had in the forest. Sobbing like a baby, whose mother abandoned him in the snow and left him to die. I screamed with all my strength a final time. If I wasn’t already dead and in hell, I gave up and accepted death.

Suddenly I heard my name being called from a distance. Low and behold was the head of student council at my high school (Kareem), with a total smoke-show of a girl walking towards me. This caused a new found surge of adrenaline to course through me. I was not ready to die! I frantically got up and made it to them as fast as I could, before vomiting even more pain. I began convulsing, they were terrified. Apparently they heard me from inside their house, many houses down the block; and followed my screams. They knew something horrible was wrong, and Kareem was holding a bottle of water. He immediately jumped to my aid, and started feeding me water from the bottle.

It felt like my stomach was being stretched past its capacity trying to drink it. I definitely needed that. My throat burned. They were pleading with me to tell them what was going on. I told them I did drugs and frantically tried to explain what had happened in the forest. Kareem was a nerd but he still did drugs. He tried to calm me, telling me it was going to be okay and I shouted “NO IT’S FUCKING NOT GOING TO BE OKAY” and started screaming and crying hysterically. I shit my pants violently, right in front of them.

The girl's mom came outside very alarmed, and tried to help me as well. She asked what drugs I did. I told her acid… her reply was like, “LSD? Don’t worry I’m from the 60’s! I can help you brother!!” This would have been very calming, but the level of pain I was in was astounding. They force-fed me ice-water, and it made everything worse. I was still screaming and rolling on the ground. Destroying her front lawn and ripping at all the grass.

I had attracted a very large crowd at this point. One other lady knew I was on drugs (maybe she was also from the 60’s), and started shewing people away. Her mother and the lady decided they had to get me out of public…. So they had the bright idea OF TRAPPING ME IN THEIR FUCKING SWELTERING HOT CAR. They locked the doors and started frantically discussing what to do with me. This heat was unbearable. I was burning alive, and my heart was beating out of my chest. I vomit in her car and started panicking and trying to kick my way out. They pulled me out of the car and got more water. At this point she had had enough, and called the police. They showed up around 5 minutes later, and began rough-handling me into handcuffs. I was blacking out due to fear. These were not cops; these were minions of the spider, trying to gang-rape me. I did not comply; they called for back-up.

The amount of fight-or-flight adrenalin coursing through me must have given me the strength of 10 men; because it took 6 officers to apprehend me. They pepper sprayed me and kicked the shit out of me. Somewhere in this scuffle, I threw an insult at an officer and grabbed his gun. They proceeded to stomp the living hell out of me, soak my eyes in mace, and taser me. This was so bad that the mom who called the police, started screaming at them to call an ambulance. I said something to one of the cops, who proceeded to empty an entire can of pepper spray on me while I was cuffed on the ground.

Now, after this point, I truly went to hell. It was like I had been erased from history and existence. And banished to a realm of pure darkness…. I don’t mean close your eyes and see static sort of darkness, just sheer blackness. I was damned to float through the void, for all of eternity; experiencing pain beyond the human spectrum.

At which point the ambulance arrived. According to paramedics I was screaming up bubbles of blood spatter. They poured water on my eyes, strapped me to a stretcher, and they shoved me in the back of the ambulance…. I had regained some of my vision just in time to see the malevolent, torturing demons cutting off all my clothes, and shoving catheters into my arms. Completely apprehended, they hooked up something that was reading my pulse. Holy fuck that thing was counting fast, my heart really was beating out of its chest. This sound made everything worse.

I remember one paramedic forcing a mask on my beaten up face in a painful manner; and flexing oxygen into my lungs. Each time he was SCREAMING for me to “Breathe! Breathe!! Breathe!!”…. obviously this did not help my panic…. It actually made it 10 times worse. I could hear my heart rate rising to excessive levels before I almost died of fear. It began causing palpitations and going back to concerning speed. Something was injected into me and it returned to normal. A wave of calm washed over me. At which point I was able to breath, and collect myself enough to tell the paramedic shouting at me to fuck off.

They noticed I stopped trying to break free of the restraints, and eased up a little. One of the police officers was lying on top of my legs. I sobbed pathetically and begged them not to kill me. The cop who was previously beating the shit out of me, must have had some change of heart. He started slowly rising up off my legs.

“It’s okay buddy, we’re not…gunna hurt you”… as soon as I got one leg free I kicked him as hard as I could in the face (broke his nose), and my feet just started flying. The last thing I remember hearing was “SEDATE HIM!! SEDATE HIM!!!” and subsequently, a hypodermic needle was put into my temple.

I came to, many hours later in a hospital bed. I woke up like Neo in The Matrix. There were tubes all over me. A tube down my throat, in my arms, and a tube up my bloody dickhole. In a confused panic I pulled out my feed tube and started tearing out the things in my arms. I pulled off the suction cup thingies reading my pulse, and at once a doctor came sprinting down the hall. “if you pull out that catheter there’s gunna be blood!!” he shouted “whats a catheter??” I shouted as I proceeded to rip the catheter halfway out of my dickhole by the bag it was attached to. There was air in this bag and I shoved a bunch of it up my dickhole. The pain was scalding! It was like giving birth, out of your dick!

He was angry with me, told me to stay put until he got a nurse to speak with me

“are you god??” I asked him, still clearly high as a kite.

He did not answer; shortly after a Nurse arrived with a clipboard. “Are you god?” I asked.

“No” she replied, visibly flustered. She then proceeded to tell me how I ended up in the hospital, and it all came back to me. I was plagued with this overwhelming shame and embarrassment. She told me all the drugs she found in my urine, I had to explain what 2c-b was to her. She then told me my internal organs were literally cooking inside of my skin, and I was going into cardiac arrest. I had almost died of heatstroke and dehydration. According to her, almost every patient who goes in like me ends up dying; and they almost lost me.

I had to wait hours, before they got a hold of my parents to pick me up. Boy fuck, were they ever mad. The same nurse went up to me and lifted up my gown with no warning, and proceeded to grab my cock by the shaft. She explained she was taking out my catheter so they could send me home. She said it wouldn’t hurt, and that it was just going to be a little pinch. She lied, obviously. I think it ripped a bit of dick-scab with it cuz my cock was bloody afterwards. Very painful would not recommend….. My parents picked me up. They dropped me off at Sean’s house so I could grab my cellphone. I barged into his house wearing nothing but a hospital gown, with my butt-cheeks expose. I walked past his very alarmed mother, down into his basement. As I walked in I saw Sean, as he was pulling a popper through his bong; still in a classy tuxedo. He looked at me very perplexed, with that sort of face you make holding in a fat bong rip. His eyes widened, “What the fuck happened to you man?” “I went completely insane, got raped and tortured by spiders before cops beat the living piss out of me and stole my weed”, I replied.

“Jesus fucking Christ buddy, want a bong toke?” Of course I did. He had some nugs of weed on his cluttered desk. “I’m taking these” I said as I scooped them up. He busted out laughing, “are you sure you don’t want your cellphone?”

I then noticed my phone was right beside me on the table. I took my phone and left without saying anything. “What the fuck happened to you??” said Sean’s mother, as my horribly cut up ass-cheeks walked out her door.

T+9:30pm – I arrived back home, and ate scrambled eggs. I was still hallucinating, my throat felt like I swallowed razor blades, and I felt very weak. I remember walking upstairs to shower. I took a very painful piss, which ended with dick-farts bubbling out of my penis. “Holy fuck” I thought to myself.

I hopped in the shower and cried. I then crawled into bed, turned off the lights, and cried. I called my girlfriend and told her what happened. She was upset I didn’t call her; I cried. I tried to sleep but nothing came.

For almost 2 weeks I felt braindead, completely depleted of energy. And shame and depression plagued my mind.

For almost 2 weeks I felt braindead, completely depleted of energy. And shame and depression plagued my mind.

 I realized things I was avoiding due to how they made me feel, and all my prior depression seemed meaningless. For almost a month I could get phantom pains just thinking about it, and the spider’s image of itself eating my brain, was fresh in my mind. I became scared shitless of everything. I quit all substances, and focused on my school. Crazy how going to hell and back, can really change your perspective on life eh?

Many months - almost a year down the line, I attempted to trip acid again with my girlfriend. It was a great time. I have learned many lessons from this experience. I do not regret it, nor would I wish this experience on my worst enemy. Never doubt the power of these drugs, or be as irresponsible as I was. You may end up losing your life, or even your soul.

Exp Year: 2010	ExpID: 114237

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 18

Published: Apr 16, 2020	Views: 3,336

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2C-B (52), LSD (2) : Various (28), Entities / Beings (37), Train Wrecks &amp; Trip Disasters (7), Bad Trips (6), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 2.5 tablets
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

A Trip to LSD Land

My friend had just got back from harvestfest with 50 bomb doses, blotter. I went over his house and we ate the doses at about 9 pm. We had split a 5-strip in half, so about 2.5 doses each.

No one we knew had ever tried this batch before, we were going to be the first. 30 minutes after consumption, I could feel the L coming on very strong as I would notice some movement in my peripherals.

After smoking a bowl of marijuana, the L came on full force and started to woop my ass. I done L only a couple times before this and I can assure you, this time was nothing like the other ones.

I became paralyzed and glued to my friends bed. I lay there motionless experiencing an incredible false reality with everything moving to its own personality. Surfers on posters were riding huge waves, shag rugs danced uncontrollably, everything morphing in its own uncontrollable manner. Amidst the heavy, heavy visuals were incredible colors, which I can best describe as colors one would see on a sweet blacklight poster.

Everything seemed almost cartoon-ish. Very beautiful.

Intense anxiety, jaw and muscle tensions were overwhelming. I had been clenching a lighter in my hand for over 3 hours and didnt even realize it!

Long story short, the entire trip lasted over 16 hours and I didnt get a blink of sleep until 12 pm the following day.The after effects lasted a couple days.

It was the most intense psychedelic experience I've ever had, and I dont think I would trip that hard again if I had a choice. I've tripped since this occasion several times, but again, the effects of all those times were nothing compared to this one experience.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 76784

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 20, 2020	Views: 627

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		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 25I-NBOMe
		 (blotter / tab)

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (extract)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

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

Navigating 25I

Mood: I just want to go on a wild adventure into a alternate dimension. What a wild ride that night was...

It all started by taking 2 pretty potent hits of 25i it was very bitter and disgusting tasting which is pretty typical from 25i (exact mg is unknown). After about 45 mins I started to get sick. It was definitely coming on and coming on fast. Another 20 mins goes by and 2 more friends showed up to join me and my friend. They brought a vial of liquid LSD that had no taste at all to it. It was the cleanest L I have ever tasted. Obviously I wanted to do a hit.

Now to my understanding you don't mix 25i and LSD... But at the time I was unaware. An hour goes by we are driving around taking dabs laughing having a great time. Then I started looping and looping bad.

I started looping and looping bad.

 The next thing I can remember is my friend on top of me pouring a cherry flavored liquid in my mouth and me spitting it back at her. After I ran away I thought she was trying to kill me. I got confused after that. I was covered in a sticky substance trying to break into a car (I thought my friends were in) earlier in the night we were parking and getting out running around and getting back in the car. I was lost in the loops. Anyway I wandered into a bar and laid on the floor. Just straight up laid on the floor. I went outside and jumped on a car, which happened to be an off duty police officers car. He called the cops who came down to see what was going on. They asked me my name and I told them my name was the 'Navigator'. They asked me what I was doing to which I replied 'navigating these mean streets' and then asked what I was covered in. I replied 'I don't know it tastes like cherries get it off'. Apparently my friends called my friend who told them to give me benedryl to make me sleep. They got liquid cough medicine. I got put into protective custody, and they eventually brought me to the hospital. At the hospital I thought I was in some sort of alternate reality. I remember asking the nurse who drew my blood if she could teach me how to do that then I started crashing and crashing hard.

Total duration about 9 hours

I am a pretty experienced drug user, and I have never experienced what I experienced that night. If it could happen to me it could happen to anyone.

Exp Year: 2014	ExpID: 105966

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Apr 28, 2020	Views: 1,059

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

[This was written before the experience.]

Today is my birthday!!!  I am an entire thirty-four years old today.  It seems weird.  My birthday is always weird.  I never think of myself as being of any particular age.  I guess I feel timeless until something, like my birthday or the wrinkles on my face, reminds me that I am living in a body that experiences entropy through time.  How weird.  As I look at the date at the top of the screen, it shows my birthday and it seems so weird because, every other time there has been a date up there, it hasn't been my birthday.  Of course, this seems obvious, but there is a really interesting feeling about it that I guess I just can't explain.

I am going to do some chanting in a few minutes.  I think I am going to chant the Gyatri mantra one hundred and eight times.  That should give me a good spiritual start to the day.  Maybe the date trips me out because today I am going to open the doors of perception and walk through them.  I guess I am trying to formulate my goals for this trip and, quite frankly, I am seeking enlightenment.  I don't care if people say that you can't or at least that you shouldn't use entheogens to reach the state of enlightenment.  I realize that I can't follow anyone else anymore, not that I can't learn from them, but that I am at a point where my path diverges towards the One and I am growing away from the physical conformity of this world, while drawing closer to the spiritual oneness with all living beings.  It is at this point that I realize that only Gaya Herself can teach me because I am close enough now to hear the Teacher for myself.  So my goal is to listen intently to the Teacher and walk further down the path, not that I want to force this, but I would like to open myself to the possibility of such a thing.

I would also like to know what the connection is between my love and me, but that is less important than enlightenment itself.  I'd rather know nothing of my past lives and have enlightenment than learn about every one of my past lives and be stuck in the past instead of the now.  I don't think any true spiritual experience is in anything but the now either, except that maybe all time converges eventually into the same thing.  I am glad that I am choosing to chant and meditate first today.  I just know today is going to be awesome!

I am glad that I am choosing to chant and meditate first today.  I just know today is going to be awesome!

  It looks like it is going to be extremely windy today.  I want to fool everyone into thinking that I left and went to work and then I'm going to close the blinds and sit here meditating all day, with the usual breaks for using the restroom and eating.  I have to remember to call my mom before I get started with too much of this so she can sing me happy birthday.  I might call my best friend too.  I just know today is going to be amazing!  I am finally getting what I want for my birthday and that is to have some peace and quiet in spiritual bliss on my birthday!  Now I can think of some other things that I am seeking today, which one would hope would be included in enlightenment, but I want to specify them anyway.  I would like to be more loving and more kind.  I know we are all interconnected and even that we are one, but sometimes I dissociate from this reality.  God only knows why.  I also want to seek my true direction in life.  Am I banging my head up against a wall going down the path I'm on to become a doctor?  Or is it just a matter of being patient and waiting?  Should I try to find a graduate school that is specifically doing cannabis research so I can continue my own research?  Or should I just study something distantly related so that I can get out of destitution while I wait for medical schools to be sensible enough to take me?  What do I do?  I hope the wind does not disturb me.  It is supposed to be pretty fast around here and it makes an incredible sound.

[This was written during the experience.]

Happy birthday to me, I'm frying on really great acid.  I can hardly read what I am writing in some senses and, in others, it is as clear as day if you can ignore all of the weird shapes spiraling around everywhere.  I thought this was going to be more of a spiritual trip, but I guess I should be glad it isn't a bad trip what will all the wind out there.  Oh my goodness!  :-D

OM isn't a sound; it's an existence.  I feel like I am typing from there to get to here, which is also there.  I know this sounds funny, which is why I typed it.  I am having the hardest time drinking anything or doing anything, but staring at all the weird things in front of my face.  It's a wonder that I'm such a good typist, when everything is on swirling psychedelic paper all the time.  I guess I'd rather watch it than describe it.  Perhaps I won't be any more help than anyone else who has tried to document this stuff.  It just must be tried... and tried...  and tried... Okay, the wind is blowing, making all the words look loooonnnngggeerrrr.  MInd=blown.  Sometimes I wonder, has everyone been listening to me laughing to myself for the last two hours.  It's 1:28pm, whatever that means, and my temperature is around its usual:  98.1 F.  What is difficult is typing, but it's not because I can't do it, it's because I'd just rather pay attention to the background.

Everything is the coolest thing I have ever seen!  I can see the words here, but they are outlined by the same shape, but in color.  I have a hard time not watching the color form on the words as I type them.  There are also a few words that seem to be melting.  Oh well.  At least I can still read and type on this stuff.  I think all these things were too intense on mushrooms.  I just thought my plants had all blown off my patio and I had to open the blinds a smidgen to check on them.  There are psychedelic squiggles behind all the words that I'm typing right now.  My cats aren't even alarmed this time.  They've seen their momma tripping before.  Now I'm starting to hear trippy sounds.  Oh, I guess it's just more wind.  It seems like all the keys I am hitting on the keyboard are lit up and that's part of why writing this is so psychedelic.  Oh, this has just configured the eyes to see like prisms.  I wonder if these aren't just the shimmerings of another dimension.  These other dimensions are always here, but the normal eye is unable to see them.  They are the visible connections between all living beings and they are peace and beauty.  Everyone really wants both peace and beauty.

This is what I'm doing here now.

I just saw green university lettering but, for some odd reason, I couldn't make out what it said.  It was something I saw written on the screen!  Man, I love this stuff!  Here the wind is blowing at ridiculous speeds outside and I am in here seeing writing on the fucking screen!  I hope they are canceling school for the day.  What?  Do they want all the students to blow away!?

The candle is saying, 'I am fire!  I am fire!'  Don't worry though because only the candle is on fire.  The wick is weird in a Moses'-burning-bush way weird because it looks like it is on fire, but not getting burnt up.  I wonder if Moses got himself into ergot?

There's just something special about this screen.  Even when the other screens don't seem to have all these rainbow patterns on them, I always find them here.  I wonder if this will continue.  I wish it would.  I have now written as much tripping as I did whilst still sober.  This should make an interesting comparison.  It looks like the icons on the computer are dancing and the dance must be called the wave.

The candle looked like God to me and I felt bad because I wasn't paying any attention to it.  I didn't have to feel bad though because I don't have to be paying attention to hear God since God can speak to the core of anyone's being.  In fact, God is always speaking to the core of people's beings so how can any of us not listen?  People go far and wide looking for God, but there is nowhere to go but within.

I think some of the effects are diminishing although there are still trippy colors surrounding my typing and it is still mesmerizing, as is proper spelling and grammar.  Naturally.  :-D  The wind also seems to be slowing down.

Now I hear a bunch of random sounds and, instead of seeing trippy colors behind what I am writing, it looks hazy.  It's as if I am hearing some kind of foreign language and, although there is a pattern, I can't quite write it down.  I guess it's because it starts out with honks then uberland boing ching.  See, now that only barely approximates it.  It is so true that some things can't be put into words.

So I guess some of it's wearing off, because it is much easier to see what I am typing now.  Here's what it says, 'milk oil orange juice uberland boing ching.'  It's as if I am hearing that, but I'm perfectly aware that it's inside of my mind.  All of these things have been inside of my mind and I have just been sitting here all day.  I guess what's happening now is that I'm hearing all the past noises, but in random snippets or something.  Many of the words are discombobulated (amazed that I spell that correctly the first time!) versions of two or three words.  I am hearing them as the sound track by which I will eventually become sober once more, just like I previously had a background of trippy colors.

I was looking at the wind map and I saw the Wind Goddess.  She is beautiful.  I guess the effects are just shifting.  I almost wish  life could be like this, but I'd never eat anything and that will eventually be necessary.  I wish I felt like I could light a decent fire.  Maybe the wind calmed down enough for me to light a successful fire.  I'll have to think about that.

I know what all the random sounds are.  Instead of the usual blah blah that goes on inside my head all the time, the sounds have been transformed into randomness which is not nearly so distracting.  The thoughts usually try to grab and possess the experience, but now they are a part of the experience.

The thoughts usually try to grab and possess the experience, but now they are a part of the experience.

 What's valuable about the psychedelic experience is that it makes the demarcation between the true self and the surroundings apparent, even though one's true self is one with everything else.

I just lit a fire in the fireplace easily and it's beautiful!  I guess I'm going to trip out on the fire for a while.  I am still feeling it, seven hours after it began!  Wowie!

I am still experiencing lingering sensations and visuals at 7:06pm, over eight hours after the experience began!

8:18pm and it's still not totally over.  I have burned all the wood and the rest of the Corona box.  I am thinking of getting in the tub to end things out nicely.  I think the effects are mostly over, but I still feel an altered sense and very deep relaxation.  There's no lying; I'm a psychonaut.

I saw trippy patterns from the ripples of water in the bathtub.  I didn't add soap to my bath, so it was not there to interfere with the viewing of the ripples.  I also saw a pattern of little cannabis leaves covering the walls of the tub.  This was right before 9:30pm.

At 9:30pm, I finally got hungry and ravenously so.  I only brought chocolate to the bath with me and I finally held myself back because I didn't want to get a stomach ache from it.  Now, nearly 10pm, eleven hours later, I am finally eating my pizza.

11pm, twelve hours after the whole adventure began, the effects have *almost* completely worn off.  I think it's time to go to bed.  Hopefully, my neighbors will cooperate.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 105813

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 34

Published: Apr 28, 2020	Views: 726

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