		 DOSE:

		 75 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Memantine
		 (capsule)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   135 lb

Dosage: 75mg Memantine, 250ug LSD (oral)

Preface: I don’t want to say I was completely ready for this experience, but It was certainly one of the most enlightening and eye opening 24 hours of my life. To this day, it is one that I attribute many changes in my own mind and outlook on the world. I was experimenting with Memantine HCL during this time period, I started my journey with 65mg, and moved up to 75mg for this occasion, not to get too cocky with the 250ug dose I would be taking at the same time. At the time of this trip, I had previous psychedelic/dissociative experience with DXM, 3-MeO-PCP, 2F-DCK, Nitrous, Psilocin, LSD, LSA, DMT and A. Muscaria. My extensive period of experimentation over the past two years led me to believe I would handle my first dissociative psychedelic combination like it was nothing. But I had a long night of self discovery and astonishment ahead of me, and perhaps more than I would have asked for.

The Experience:

I weighed out 75mg of Memantine on my scale, and poured it into my capsule. I threw in my 250ug LSD tab into the capsule, hoping that would allow a greater synergy with the Memantine considering how long it lasts. I was going to spend most of the night at my friends house, where everyone would be drinking but Me and T. I was with my girlfriend (G) upon dosing and later with our main circle of friends including T, S, I, M, and C.

T= 0:00/4:00PM

I swallow my combination, and wait for T and S to arrive to pick us up. G would be driving T while S would be driving me once we picked up M. While we waited, I created a 60mg capsule of Memantine for T. My girlfriend and I parted ways, and S and I made our way to pick up M from his house, it wasn't until he got into the car that the LSD began to come up. S took us down a very scenic and beautiful road, where you can observe open fields, trees, bodies of water, etc all within a 3-5 minute long drive before returning to a main road. We blasted “Homage” by Mild High Club, as S stepped down on pedal speeding 15-20+ mph on the beautiful road, we were going to challenge this 5 minute road and make it 1. The colorful geometric patterns seeped into my vision as the car accelerated in one direction, trees felt as if they were passing us at the speed of sound. If this wasn't the definition of a rush, I cannot explain what else was filling my body. We decided to go back down the road 2 more times before making our way to the party.

I have always found myself to enjoy psychedelic compounds (particularly LSD) in party settings with friends I am familiar with, as it will greatly enhance every aspect of my social connection and bond with my peers. Before making it to C’s house, I convinced S to stop at a McDonalds, I offered to buy them all a meal so we can get some food in before the long night. We arrive at the party, other people are present as well but they do not play a significant enough role in the experience to be worth mentioning.

T+ 1:00/5:00pm

We made our way to the basement, upon entering I set all the food on the ground for everyone to dig into, 3 bites into my Travis Scott burger and I found it to be disgusting. This is not necessarily because of my lack of good taste, but I simply cannot eat food when tripping. I leave all the food to everyone else to consume, as I had lost interest. It was at this point that the Memantine began to slowly come up, I noticed translucent static yet living visual shapes accumulate over the already existing breathing, I felt like I was losing my barrier between human and animal, and could understand that I was a walking being with cells, emotions, and my own neurochemistry/pathways were the only factors in who I am. There was nothing special about my humanity, or my own individual identity, it was simply a mask to keep my body moving through the world, fulfilling its purpose as a lifeform. We were all gathered in a circle, everyone was split off into their own corner of the small room talking about everything they could think of. I had the opportunity to eavesdrop on everyone's conversation, and it was at this moment insight about my role and the role of everyone in this room in the great machine of human society was apparent.

T+ 2:00/6:00PM

Let me paint the picture from my seat, It felt as if we were all within the painting “The Creation of Adam.” Yet, it was cosmic, all the stars in the universe surrounded us as everyone spoke about simple, humanistic concepts like politics, drama, etc. There was absolutely nothing complex or philosophical about any conversation around me. It was as if we were all alone in the cosmos in some obscure corner of the universe. We had been here for millenia, yet, we were trapped gossiping about basic humanistic concepts for eternity. Both the most complex and extradimensional landscape was holding the most negligible creatures discussing the same basic ideas, over and over and over. Yet something about these ideas, and our capability to go beyond our primitive animalistic roots were the very thing that made us god-like.

C began discussing a politician who we all have the same position on, rambling about all the horrible things they have said and done. Do not get me wrong, I was not fond of them either, yet the way which he so adamantly painted a disgusting picture of this person made me see he had no other intention but to make them look as horrible as possible. It was as if there was some sort of extra dimensional conscious force influencing him to make her look as horrid as one would imagine, or perhaps he was brainwashed, spitting propaganda which he had no choice to expel from his own conditioning. I called him out, but he decided to direct those same points onto me, which was exhausting.

I switched to another pair of friends, who were discussing a girl we all know and dislike. They were making fun of how she failed to get into a certain group which she cared so much about. This was okay, because of how rude and annoying that girl is to all of us. Yet, despite my agreement with their opinions I could see how they were almost maliciously painting a picture of her with the strict intention of making her look evil, and to throw shame onto her image. For every insult and every remark, they would happily agree and throw more at each other with encouragement while mindlessly validating one another. This was also somewhat exhausting, and I decided to take my attention elsewhere.

T+ 3:30/7:30pm

I lay on my back as my thoughts drowned out the voices around me. I felt the construct of humanity slip away as I was a simple clump of organic material with a conscious mind, personality, and neurochemical makeup.  I could see every single particle of dust that was made, was and will be a part of my body. I saw the origin of every spec of dirt on my body and clothes throughout its journey through the world, breaking down and becoming one with more objects, landscapes and lifeforms throughout its journey on this planet. Every chemical that made up my being had been recycled throughout the organic pool of earth, every atom that made me up had once made up millions of other creations of mother nature whether it belonged to humans or her own making. I was connected with every aspect of our planet, every life form and every atom that made up our world. I saw the entire cycle of every particle moving through time creating consciousness and destroying it, endlessly. I saw plants and animals consuming one another only to dispose of the remains, which would soon make up the same plants and animals they once were. I could see, feel and experience the journey all the genes in my genome took from all the ancient ancestors, and the genes that would continue spreading until they simply became the dust that made up this biological recycling facility. To this day, I feel this interconnectedness, I truly do feel as if we are all one, and all living things are and will return to the state which they came from, only to continue the cycle. This was no religious or spiritual insight so much as it was a simple scientific understanding of the recycling of consciousness. This is what I attribute to my own belief in reincarnation today.

T+4:00/8:30pm

I open my eyes, I watch everyone around me continuing their seemingly fruitless conversations. They all looked very different and Alien-like. I saw a boy with his facial features distorted, eyes small while the rest of his face was morphing in every direction creating 7 lines of movement going in opposite directions. G’s eyes were inflated, and watching her focus on everyone else allowed me to completely feel her focus, intent, and purpose behind every slight movement. One thing I found in common with everyone, was my ability to read every insecurity in the body language and words of my peers.

One thing I found in common with everyone, was my ability to read every insecurity in the body language and words of my peers.

 I could see how they way they talked, composed themselves, the position of their body was all purposefully designed to keep themselves protected from the judging eyes of others. To hide what they were so scared to show about themselves, which they were blissfully ignorant of us all knowing. It is hard to describe, but it's the best way I can.

T+ 5:30/10:00pm

My drunken friends made their way outside and I followed. T is enjoying the Memantine, and described it to be about the perfect amount. Despite unrelated bodily pain she was having a good experience. Most of them hop into C’s pool to swim, and sit back with a few others and joke around, discussing whatever came to mind. I do not bother to discuss my own experience with others, I found it to be enjoyable enough to talk about the current happenings they found interest in talking about. After this point, there was not much happening of importance, besides the beautiful geometric patterns along with the enhancement through static and mysterious moving indescribable objects/shapes from the Memantine. This synergy had me lost for words, yet was never too much to handle.

“I” made it back inside with me, and we talked and listened to music. We discussed fears and thoughts of our future. Before being interrupted by our group of friends coming back from the pool. In particular, G had ran in at full speed and jumped into the couch. Not long later, she was vomiting with another peer of ours making sure she was okay. S tried to keep me from seeing her, to ensure I would not worry. I could read every bit of intention he had to keep me from seeing her, and him making an effort to keep me from being worried. This was pointless, as I was not worried. I found it funny and thoughtful he did his best to keep me from seeing an unpleasant sight in the state I was in, so I listened to him. For his own sake, and G’s, not mine.

T+ 7:00/12:00

Between 10:00 and 12:00, I began to feel the LSD come down, while the Memantine peak was coming to an end as well. We were getting ready to leave C’s. I had trouble finding my shoes, despite them being right in front of me I was convinced they belonged to someone else. So, I left C’s without shoes and accepted I would never find them. G drove me home with T.

Return Home:

Throughout the night I experienced immense anxiety, and worry over my relationship with G. I was worried about my own selfish actions that went down two days before, and I could not sleep knowing I did not make it right between us. I did not sleep one bit, and spent the next day experiencing light visuals and dissociation throughout the day before I could talk to G about my feelings and troubles.

This truly was an experience of a lifetime, and one I will never forget. I would not recommend this combination for the inexperienced tripper, but when one is prepared it very well could be a life changing ride. It took over 24 Hours before I returned to baseline.

Exp Year: 2020	ExpID: 115035

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Dec 7, 2021	Views: 1,079

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LSD (2), Pharms - Memantine (309) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Hard

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

		   T+ 1:30
		 10 mg
		 oral
		 Amanitas - A. muscaria

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

This experience was my first one with amanitas. My prior experiences include LSD, Psilocybin mushrooms, 2c-I, 2c-E, DMT, MDMA, ketamine, various uppers and downers, and others.

My girlfriend and I had about 20 grams of amanitas that we'd ordered from an online vendor. The original shipment contained an ounce, but we had taken a small dose (around 2-3 grams each) along with one of our friends just to get a feel for the mushroom and make sure we would not have any unexpected reaction to the drug. We were saving the remaining 20 grams to split evenly between me and my girl when the time felt right. Well one night after taking one tab of acid each and drinking gin heavily, we made the foolish decision to eat 10 grams each of the amanitas. This was about 1.5 hours after eating the LSD, and probably around 11 pm.

As we were eating the mushrooms, we decided to go for a walk outside. My best guess is that we spent about 20 minutes outside while eating the amanitas. As we returned to my girlfriend's house, we started to trip heavily. At first it was pleasant and I experienced some of the most interesting and enjoyable visuals from any of my psychedelic trips. My girlfriend and I laid in her bed feeling very close as we continued to come up. What happened next is difficult to remember in full detail, and impossible to describe with words. I have no way of giving any information related to time after this point.

We had somewhat coherent conversations for some time, and I remember drooling uncontrollably during this time. Then my girlfriend began rambling about something that, to me, seemed like utter nonsense, but obviously made perfect sense in her mind. I tried to ignore what she was saying, because at this point I’d already begun to feel uneasy. With my back turned to her, I attempted to focus on my own thoughts, and spent some time in a sort of delirium reminiscent of feverish childhood sickness.

When I finally came out of this phase (my best guess is that this lasted around 2.5 hours) I tried to talk to my girlfriend. She looked at me and would respond with very simple answers, but didn’t seem to be all there. I told her I was freaking out, she gave me a sinister look and began laughing at me. It was like I was talking to an entirely different person, like she’d become someone else. I had to get up and leave, feeling that I had no other choice. This was around 5 am. At this point I went to my apartment to get something to drink, threw up, and slept for about an hour. When I woke up and was sober enough to think some normal thoughts again, I realized that I needed to return to her and make sure she was alright.

When I got back to her place, she was still lying in her bed. I tried to talk to her but she didn’t respond to me really. She had a blank stare that terrified me. I touched her back and tried to hold her in my arms, but she didn’t respond. Normally, even if she had been in a deep sleep, she’d have turned to me and embraced me as well. I was seriously scared that she may never return to normal. This thought was so terrifying, to think that someone with whom I’m so deeply in love would never be the same person again. Well I just stayed there with her hoping she’d come out of the trip, which she eventually did.

When she first “woke up” (I use this phrase because I have no other way to describe it) she had no recollection of anything that had happened.

When she first “woke up” (I use this phrase because I have no other way to describe it) she had no recollection of anything that had happened.

 She still seemed somewhat odd, like she wasn’t totally there. I began to describe to her the terror I felt when I was unable to communicate with her. She didn’t seem to understand at first, but slowly as we continued to come down she realized the significance of what had happened. Several times during this period, she slipped back into the state she’d been in earlier and gave me the same blank stare and sinister, evil laugh. Each time this lasted only about a minute before she came back to me again. As the day progressed she slowly returned to her normal self and now we both feel much better as I am writing this (around 11:30 pm the day after the experience).

Though this experience was both terrifying and difficult on the mind, I feel that I have gained a lot from it. I realize that it was foolish for us to eat the amanitas to begin with. I also realized several other things about myself that I do not feel appropriate to discuss in this report. Overall, I would say that the mushroom taught me more than I had anticipated despite the circumstances under which it was consumed. The amanita has so much to offer, but it deserves the utmost respect. I plan on eating the mushroom again sometime in the future, but only when I am sober from all other substances.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 101761

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Dec 10, 2021	Views: 568

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Amanitas - A. muscaria (70), LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Second Hand Report (42), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		 1 cup
		 oral
		 Amanitas - A. muscaria
		 (tea)

		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Amanita Muscaria With a Side of LSD

So my girlfriend and I are travelling Australia around 2002 having a whale of a time as you do. When visiting a friend in a backpackers in central Victoria we both notice masses of the wonderful mushroom amanita muscaria or fly agaric, it truly was spell binding to see so many in all their glory. Instantly we knew this was the time for us try this mystical mushroom.

We new enough about this mushroom not to just pick and eat it, it commands respect. So we did as much research as we saw fit and went ahead and planned the trip.

At the time we were living in a campsite close to the backpackers where the mushrooms were growing. We had become quite friendly with a couple from Israel and mentioned to them what we were planning and they seemed keen to join in. They did mention that they hadn't done any mushrooms before, but we had taken acid with them and I had done lots of mushrooms in the past (not these babies though) so we figured all would be well.

We gently dried 6 large mushrooms over a smallish campfire as the four of us chatted over a joint and some nice red wine. We really took our time over the drying process, as that is one thing that came out most in our research. Also we all expected to feel a little sick on the come up, which is not uncommon with mushrooms. We chatted about all this and felt as if we had been very mature in our preparation and had given ourselves the best chance of nice pleasant experience.

Now that they are dry we start to boil them up in a large pan of water, they boiled for a good 40 to 50 minutes and by this time the 'tea' has reduced down to an average sized cup each. So we strained the tea, divided it up and raised our glasses, with that down it went.

I hate edible mushrooms anyway, but have suffered magic mushrooms in the past just because I like the high; well these tasted shit, shit in a whole new way. Almost instantly they hit the pit of my stomach like a stone and stayed there. A truly, truly horrific feeling far worse than anything I had ever experienced. I’m not sure how much time had passed but I looked around at the 4 of us and we all sat in pure silence all grey and pasty looking, my stomach was not feeling any better in fact the sickening feeling had increased tenfold.

I made the conscious decision to get these things out ASAP, evacuate the stomach. So with that I stood up and almost fell over, I found my feet and made my way to a corner of the campsite to puke up. I think I only made around ten steps before my body did the work for me, projectile vomit followed like something out of the exorcist movie, and continued to do so until I finally reached my destination at which point there was nothing left inside me. I stood up straight in order to stop retching and instantly felt alive, full of life, crisp and fresh in every way. So I made my way back to the camp almost skipping with glee to tell everyone what to do. I was greeted by the same grey pasty-faced people I had left. I went straight to my girlfriend and told her what to do. But she was far from keen on putting her fingers down her throat but I explained that that would not be necessary and that movement alone would trigger the vomit. And so she did and she did just as violently as I did. While she was away I explained to our friends as well and with that they disappeared.

Time has no meaning at this point so I wont even try to put a timescale on it at all. All I know is we all reunited and all felt amazing a feeling that we confused with being straight, as we had puked them out we thought that was it, and this feeling of glee was just relief to not feeling as sick as we did earlier on

all felt amazing a feeling that we confused with being straight, as we had puked them out we thought that was it, and this feeling of glee was just relief to not feeling as sick as we did earlier on

.

At this point one of our friends remembered he had some LSD and we thought it would be a good idea to take them, as we had wanted to get high anyway. He had 2 tabs so we had half each.

We dropped the acid and sat talking for a little while, but this acid seemed to kick in so very, very quickly and at this point I only remember small fragments of the trip. I now know that the acid had not kicked in at all but the mushrooms were just starting there magic. We split up in to two couples and went off tripping the light fantastic.

My girl and I ended up in some field and found ourselves on an Alice in Wonderland trip, and this field was a huge maze just like the one in the film, we could see that guy painting all the apples red riddled with panic spilling the paint everywhere, we wondered there for a while and made our way back to the camp. As we got closer we could here loads of commotion, like people laughing and shouting, then as we got closer we could see that it was in fact the mad hatters tea party taking place at our camp. As we approached the party it all stopped and they looked straight at us, it then dawned on us that we were Alice. I can’t explain how mad that felt or how real it all seemed. So just like the book we joined the party, tea and coffee spilling everywhere, cakes and cigarettes. This seemed to last forever but then just as it appeared it disappeared and again we were on our own. We exchanged a look and burst into fits of laughter, literally rolling around not able to breath properly for laughing so, so hard.

At this point for whatever reason I looked down at my feet and was amazed to see that they were miles away from the rest of me, I then looked around and everything was big and small at the same time, strange I know but you just have to trust me on this one. I looked again at my feet and almost hit my face off them they were so close and big. This continued for both of us and I can truly say I have never had so much fun with a hallucination in all of my life. For example, I would pick a stick up for the fire and as I put it on it seemed to smother it out and then just disappear as if I had just put a match on the fire, truly mind blowing and not the least bit freaky in that bad way we all know and hate.

God knows how much time had passed but it was daytime again and we must have come down a little because I remember just tripping like I have so many times before, like bursting into laughter at a coke machine that was on site, and generally seeing the funny side to everything. So we were coming down albeit very slowly, definitely on the way down.

At this point we went looking for our Israeli friends, they had not had the fun filled evening we had had. And they were adamant that mushrooms were not for them.

We personally had best and most intense trip ever, but be very aware that these mushrooms command a lot of respect and don’t go into it unprepared, in hindsight I think the LSD we took was probably unnecessary but it only added to the sheer fun of it all.

Exp Year: 2002	ExpID: 73903

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 10, 2021	Views: 616

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Amanitas - A. muscaria (70), LSD (2) : Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 0.5 hits

		 2C-C
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 0:00
		 0.5 hits

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 3:00

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   60 kg

I thought I'd share my first experience with 2C-C

My background is I'm a healthy male in his late 20s. 60-70kg body weight.  My first experience with psychedelics was when I was 16 years old, I took LSD. Since then I have taken many substances, such as Mushrooms, Peyote, Mescaline, MDMA, MDA, Ayahuasca, 5-MeO-DMT, and Cocaine.

The experience I had with 2C-C and LSD I was at an outdoor trance party, we were at a beautiful location in nature. The weather was cold, and at some times it rained a little, but everyone at the party was in a great party mood and the music was great, so good vibes all around.

The previous night I was doing cocaine with a friend, and I didn't sleep well at all. So I spent a couple of hours in the afternoon resting my mind and body by doing as little as possible, I think I managed a few hours of sleep. I wasn't feeling 100% good, but good enough to take some psychedelics and enjoy the party.

So my friend managed to find some 2C-C blotter paper. We were recommended that we share the 2C-C blotter because supposedly it was really strong (they said an equivalent to a 200-300mg LSD trip). We were also recommend to put the 2C-C blotter in our nose (against the inner wall of our nose where the nostrils meet) because supposedly the substance tastes really bad if you put it in your mouth and leaves a metallic taste.

I had a blotter of LSD on me, so my friend and I cut the LSD &amp; 2C-C blotter up and took a half of each blotter.

About 30 minutes before we took the substances, another friend of ours already put a full 2C-C blotter in his nose, he had taken it out just before we took ours, he said that he was tripping already and it was quite intense. He mentioned something about a sparkly shining entity by his face. He also said it would be a good idea to take half, as it was strong.

So after taking ours we took a walk to the dance floor and sat by the edge of it looking at everyone dancing. We sat there for about 10 minutes, this was now about 20 minutes after we took the 2C-C, I checked my nose, and the blotter was gone, must of fell out, I was quite disappointed as I thought It wouldn't kick in now.

We decided to take a walk to the other dance floor, we stood up and started walking, I felt weak in the knees, kind of like jelly legs, walking was not so easy, it was almost as if I was drunk, I couldn't walk in a straight line. I could feel the 2C-C starting to kick in now. We got to the other dance floor and started to dance a little.

30 minutes after I took the 2C-C I started to come on. It felt great, it reminded me of the ecstasy feeling from taking MDMA. I started to see geometric patterns and visuals all around, colours were more intense, things were slightly blurry. The visuals slowly got more intense and at 45 minutes after I took the 2C-C I was definably peaking, the visuals started to become really crystalized, like i was looking through some sort of textured glass. I could hardly see anything in front of me as the visuals got quite blurry, so I closed my eyes and all I saw was orange, just a bright warm orange light, and feeling to match. I felt warm, cozy and really good.

I stayed on the dance floor by myself, as my friends went to the other dance floor. It was an hour and a half after I took the 2C-C. At this point I just stopped caring, and started dancing really crazy. I was mixing all sorts of crazy dance moves together, I could hear people laughing at me 'who is this crazy guy dancing'. I was in pure ecstasy, I just didn't care, and kept dancing. It started to lightly rain at this point, and I was getting hot. I took my hoodie off and danced in the rain, it was a beautiful feeling to be care free. My eyes were still closed, when I opened them it seemed as tears where in my eyes as everything looked watery and blurry. By the time I opened my eyes (2 hours after taking the 2C-C) I wasn't facing the dancefloor, but I was facing away from the DJ at the back of the dance floor looking at a tree. It seems I moved around quite bit from where I originally started dancing.

I could feel I was off the 2C-C peak and the LSD kicked in now, the visuals got really intricate and detailed, lights were glowing way more and there were geometric patterns all over the floor. I didn't feel so warm and cozy anymore. And I started to think quite deep and profound thoughts at this point, which usually happens when I take LSD.

I walked around a bit trying to find our tent, I had no idea where it was because I spent the afternoon sleeping and didn't explore the party area properly to see where we were in relation to everything else. I walked to the other dance floor to find my friend.

He was dancing on the floor with a beer in his hand, he said he wasn't tripping, which I found hard to believe, but I suggested that was probably because he was drinking alcohol and that doesn't mix well with psychedelics.  I asked him to walk me to the tent, all I wanted to do was rest. This was about 3 hours after taking the 2C-C and LSD.

We found the tent and I racked a pipe of high grade cannabis. We smoked it and laughed loads. It was really good to laugh like that. We were admiring the lasers and lights.

My friend said he wanted to go back to the dancefloor, but I was thoroughly satisfied with my dancing mission and I felt really great. I didn't feel like dancing anymore so I stayed behind at the tent, just smoked some more cannabis and started speaking to some of the people in the nearby campsites, which is quite rare for me as I usually don't speak to strangers.

I lay in my tent about 4 hours after taking the substances, usually I cant rest or sleep at all on LSD, but I managed to find peace and rested easy.

The next morning I woke up feeling a little tired, but pretty good.

A great experience all round. I will definably be trying 2C-C again. But next time I will probably take the 2C-C an hour and a half after taking LSD so that I can peak on both substances at the same time.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 101491

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 28

Published: Dec 16, 2021	Views: 553

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2C-C (262), LSD (2) : Festival / Lg. Crowd (24), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD

		 oral
		 MDMA

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Before I go into the details of my LSD blackout experience, let me give you a precursor to what led me to these events in my life.

After a little over half a year of dating this extremely manipulative fugitive guy I was convinced to run away with him to Eugene, Oregon after he dodged his court date and left the halfway house. There I started dancing at a local strip club which ended up uncovering our hideout because the Feds had known I was a dancer before. He was arrested the third day into our trip and shortly after I had befriended a fellow coworker, thinking I was to just stay in Eugene. So with that out of the way...

After my boyfriend's arrest I was invited to come to this rave with my new friend from work. When we got there I had dropped the LSD and took the molli, I may have taken a gram but I don't remember. [Erowid Note:
The dose described in this report is very high, potentially beyond Erowid's 'heavy' range, and could pose serious health risks or result in unwanted, extreme effects. Sometimes extremely high doses reported are errors rather than actual doses used.] Things started getting weird when this concession girl I had talked to earlier wanted to step out for a cigarette and asked me to take over. The line for the bathroom was super long and from what I could see people were just super thirsty. I noticed that there were so many bottles of water underneath the table so without thinking I just began handing them out. Eventually a group of girls came over and angrily asked me what I was doing. This is when I lost my ability to speak. I could only say one or two words or try and gesture what I wanted to say. They girls just told me that they'd take care of it and I continued on with the party.

Eventually the cops had been called and the party was moved to a house. I had a hard time finding my friend but when I did we went to the place everything got moved to. I could talk by now but was feeling very shy and alone. I remember saying something along the lines of 'I'm thirsty' and some guy near me asked me if people got me water where I was from. I left to go get water and stayed by the kitchen sink for a while. People began talking to me, mostly guys and lesbians. Some of them were nice but  everything was just getting shadier and shadier. This is around the time the blackout started, and things are very vague from this point on so bear with me.

The last few things I remember was saying 'my parents were divorced' over and over again when trying to talk to someone about my life. Then a girl tried offering me gum but all I could do was apologize. I was on my period at the time and when I looked around all I could see was blood, I thought I was bleeding all over the party! Everyone was covering in it and when I looked down I could see blood all over the floor around me. I just kept saying sorry over and over and crying. Eventually my friend had found me and took me upstairs. A bunch of girls were there with me all night helping me. I don't remember this part but apparently I had stripped off all my clothes in the middle of  the crowd repeating 'I don't want to be a stripper anymore'. So as the girls were taking care of me, they kept saying things like, 'we are all goddesses, I've been through this too, and keep breathing'. There was three woman behind me, which in my state of mind I thought was a version of the three wise men, and various people coming in and out. I imagined I was giving birth to the second coming of Christ, or some variation of this, and invisioned there being a hallway of people that connected to the door of that room. The hallway was like a string of colorful tent like things, with people all over the world to come and see the baby.  I just kept pushing and crying, apparently pissing everywhere.

At one point I remember looking up at a tapestry and crying uncontrollably at how beautiful it was. Looking around the room as if it were a completely foreign place, in awe of how love had been preserved there. At one point I was left with one girl, we were laying on our sides facing one another and as I looked at her face I kept seeing it transform into all the faces I've ever seen, morphing in a clockwise direction.

I looked at her face I kept seeing it transform into all the faces I've ever seen, morphing in a clockwise direction.

 This is where I felt the most comfort. She was so giving, so understanding of what I was going through, I felt very safe and unjudged. I vaguely remember being in a car, which kept pulling over and stopping because the drivers  thought I was going to vomit I suppose.

I eventually came to the next morning trying to draw with the angel girl. She was like, 'I like to draw stars' drew one, then handed the pencil to me. Thinking the pencil would write on its own I drew a line. My friend was there too, I was so embarrassed, for good reason. Everyone ended up leaving when they realized I was better, but I was all alone and so so sad.

I called my mom and went back home the next day.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 95455

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Jan 20, 2022	Views: 451

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Large Group (10+) (19), Guides / Sitters (39), Difficult Experiences (5), Combinations (3)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 Unknown
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

I had a life changing experience about five years ago and I think about it every day to this day and I wanted to share this experience with everybody.

Five years ago I was 16. I was always fascinated with acid, I thought the idea of "seeing things" and "hallucinating" was awesome. I use to always ask all my friends around town if they could get a hold of it, and they never could. Until one day, my "friend" (lets call him M), hit me up saying he finally has it! I was excited! I made my way to him, and he pulled it out.

Now, I do my research. I've found by researching that LSD usually comes in liquid form or tablets. This guy pulls out a tiny plastic bag (it looked like a plastic wrap made into a box with a bottom on it) and the bag itself is literally empty, however there is white dust sprinkled on the wrap. It looked like as if someone dumped baby powder in the bag and dumped it out, how there was white dust speckled all over the insides of the bag. He tells me when I take this, to stick my tongue in the bag. I thought this was VERY odd, but I TRUSTED him. So I head over to my other friends house (lets call him V), and show him my prize.

We observe the bag together, and he says he thinks that M ripped me off, because there was nothing in the bag. I was planning to take the drug at school (yes very stupid), however V's doubts made me want to do it right then and there to see if it was fake. So, I take the bag and put the whole thing in my mouth, and swish it around. I feel my tongue getting very numb

I feel my tongue getting very numb

, so I take the bag out, and throw it away.

My tongue was feeling VERY NUMB and TINGLY until the trip started! Which was about after 15 minutes. Our other friend J comes by with his girlfriend right after I take it and I tell him what I did and what I felt like. He says cool, didnt really care that much. Our other friend P also comes by few minutes after J, then leaves shorty after. I also told him what was going on and he basically said good luck and have fun.

Ten minutes after I take the drug, J decides to go across town in his car for him and V to find out information on joining the army. THIS IS WHERE EVERYTHING STARTS GETTING CRAZY!! Bear with me trying to explain the unexplainable.

5 minutes into the car ride I start feeling EXTREMELY STRANGE. I get this strange sensation in my back, and it was very uncomfortable, and I tried to shake the feeling off by repositioning myself in the back seat. I'm sitting there squirming in the back seat next to V, and hes asking me if I'm ok. I tell him I feel weird, then I started to notice the world was looking like it was fading, but the colors were very bright. (This was my first time ever doing real drugs.) I look at my hands and they look distorted, out of shape with a small rainbow trace going around my fingers. The visual was STRONG. The uncomfortable sensation started to flow through my whole body, and I just lay back, helpless.

I ask V to hold my hand to make sure I dont die. He puts the seat back for me and holds my hand and I squeeze it as hard as I can. (I dont really know why, I was just scared.) He lets go of my hand and I lay back helplessly. They show up to the place, but it turns out no one was there, so J dropped V and I off back at V's house, which was literally a couple houses down from mine. And that's exactly when I lost my mind.

I started to black out and enter a different dimension. I kept popping in and out of reality for brief moments. This part is very hard to explain.

What happened was my reality was 100% replaced by these images in my mind

my reality was 100% replaced by these images in my mind

. I was no longer at V's house. First, I remember seeing myself pixelated, with a all black background, and I was repeatedly grabbing my chest and with my right arm and throwing a whole bunch of small blue pixelated boxes in the air and it was falling to the ground. I'm sitting here watching this like wait, wtf is going on right now? While viewing this world replacing image, at the same time, I feel EXTREME HAPPINESS like never felt before. It was as if I had a happy button and was smashing it relentlessly. I was just HAPPY. I didnt know what the hell was happening, but I was happy as hell.

Then for a brief moment (literally like two seconds) I snap into reality in V's room to see my cell phone ringing. Everything looked like it was literally under water, and at the time I looked at my phone, I seen it ringing and vibrating, but it didnt occur to me that it was my phone. I didnt even know what a phone was, and I didnt really care. I snap back into the new dimensions instantly.

I was in this place, that was undescribable. It looked like a really Fd up image of I dont even know, and I heard weird loud laughing noises, but not regular laughing, more like insane, psycho, trippy laughing. It was SCARY as hell!! I remember thinking "wait a minute, I was just at V's house! How did I get to this place? Where am I? What street did I take or what house did I walk into to be in this, THING?" I was aware of myself not being in reality. I was just there. Thinking damn, I have absolutely no idea whats happening in the real world right now, but I sure hope I'm ok.

Next thing I remember seeing is broken and melted bits and parts of V's living room, but in a Green, then switching to blue, then different color TINTS, still with the scary laughing going on. Its like my vision was a camera filter, EVERYTHING was INSANELY AND UNBELIEVABLY changing different colors, RAPIDLY. I'm thinking damn, my brain is literally FRIED right now, I cant tell what's happening.

Next thing I remember seeing was this GIF of me my brain was playing in full screen of my reality, replacing my body and awareness of earth. I saw myself in third person standing in front of my old house, and this GIF or moving image was blinking different colors like red blue purple green extremely rapidly like changing color every .1 seconds. What I saw myself doing was, my shoes would untie, Then I saw myself going to tie my shoes, then my belt buckle would undo. Then I’ll go to fix my belt, then my hat would fall off. Then I would get my hat and put it on, then my shoes would untie. Then I’ll tie my shoes and this loop went on for what felt like (time felt unlinear) 1-2 minutes?? It felt intense and as I watched this happen it also felt like it was happening to me. It was insane!

It turns out I was suppose to go out to eat with my mom and family, and my mom was the one who was calling me earlier. (I ALWAYS answer the phone for them, but V told me he was literally holding my phone in my face saying my mom was calling and I kept saying I don't care and actually threw my phone.) I remember V pointing out the window saying my grandma is walking up the street for me. We both get down on the ground behind the couch and I checked out again, while he was a trying to figure out what to do. He had no choice but to open the door, so he did. My grandma barges in the door yelling at me and snatches me out the house. I didnt even have my shoes on. Shes yelling at me walking back to my house, with no shoes on, and I kept blacking out, but remember seeing these fat psychedelic bumble bees hovering over my head turning their head along with my face of direction.

I meet my mom at my house whos going crazy trying to figure out whats wrong with me and puts me in her car to go to the hospital. V walks down with my shoes, and just told my mom I came there like that and he didnt know what was wrong with me. So it gets even WORSE!!!

Next thing I remember, I black out, and I seen this EXTREMELY VIVID scene of myself being in court wearing an orange jump suit, hands cuffed behind my back. I was being convicted about to be given a life sentence for killing someone. I have no idea who I killed or why, but I was about to get sentenced to life. I see my mother in this scene pop up from behind me all of a sudden and asked “what did you do?! What did you do!?” I replied “I killed him” not knowing what the hell was going on or why I even said that. She asks “why did you kill him!?” I said “because he was talking shit” she says “really, you killed him because he was talking shit? Everybody talks shit! You ended up jus like your father, now let’s see what you do!” Her exact words. I felt the worst feeling I ever felt in my entire life. It felt like how it would feel like to be sentenced to life in real life, no one could of told me this wasn’t actually happening, it was right in front of my eyes! Then out of no where, I swear I can’t make this up, a black text box like a video game appeared in thin air and it said “would you like to exit?” and it had “yes” in white letters on top highlighted white, going in and out like it was highlighted in a video game about to be selected, and it had “no” on the bottom white letters just all black like it was not selected. I mentally press “yes” with my mind and I instantly appear in the hospital hallway, having MASSIVE OPENED EYE VISUALS.

When I appeared, it feels like my brain is completely shutting down. I seen a lighting bolt across my field of vision, and remembered my brain feeling fried and I was having extreme massive open eyed visuals.

Then I remember blacking out again! The world was replaced again, this time what I seen was a Grey Metallic background, with a pink brain in the middle of it with a lightning bolt going through the middle of the brain. At this same time, it literally felt like someone put my brain inside a fryer at Wendy’s. Like literally, someone took my brain and dropped it in a Wendys fryer. It felt like sparks were just popping off badly, very very physically as I was looking at this image for a few moments. I thought I died and the image was confirmation, but I was wrong, thankfully!

I appear again in the hospital hallway!

I started to HEAR REAL VOICES. I heard the voices of all my friends and people I care about. All the friendly voices were saying VERY fucked up things about me. I heard my best friends saying I'm a drug addict, saying I aint shit and making fun of me. The voices were so real I thought they actually came with me to the hospital and I overheard them speaking in the other room. This was extremely confusing.

I black out again!, and I wake up in the bathroom with my mom. I ACTUALLY believed that I DIED from the drugs, and the bathroom was some kind of place of the afterlife. I thought this because the whole room was BREATHING intensely. My mom is trying to ask me whats wrong with me but for some reason I kept ignoring her, I was so lost in my mind. Every time I went to the toilet or the sink, I LITERALLY felt like my life was being drained from me. I would go to the sink to look in the mirror, and feel myself being drained, then go sit on the toilet top, then get up immediately because I forgot it was draining my life. For some reason, I literally believed every thought that came to my head. I looked in the mirror once more and for some reason thought I got jumped. I saw blood dripping from my nose and I looked beat up. I go to wipe the blood with my hand and nothing was there.

Then my mom was asking me again what's wrong with you and I looked at her and she started AGING EXTREMELY QUICKLY RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES!! She started growing grey hairs, was getting wrinkles, and getting old all within about 5 seconds. I looked back in the mirror and I swear to god I see a HUGE GREEN THICK ENERGY SURGE JUST FLOWING ALL AROUND MY BODY like some shit from dragon ball z! And I was getting taller and getting huge muscles all within a 5 second time span. Then, (my mom was pregnant) I thought I ruined my life and died as me by drugs and I was going to be given a second chance at life by becoming my little sister. I look my mom straight in the face and tell her I don't want to be a girl. Shes like what are you talking about? Lets go!

Suddenly I hear the voices of my FRIENDS again! Theyre saying that as soon as I open the bathroom door, they are gonna beat the living shit out of me and they were telling each other "let me hit him first, no let me hit him first!" And heard them pounding their fists. I thought my mom was setting me up! I told her I'm not going out there! Shes like come on come on trust me whats wrong with you? And I'm like no I'm not going, screw that. Then for some reason this idea came to my head that this 6'7 guy I know, was gonna come in the bathroom and rape me if I didnt go out there. I finally decided ok screw THAT! And walked out the bathroom door with my mom looking for my friends, and they were nowhere to be found. I got a sense of relief.

After that, I remember sitting in this bed giving my mom and stepdad the finger. (I'm VERY respectful, wouldnt even THINK about doing something like that). I knew I was doing it but I was so fucked up it felt ok. I then tried to get up and leave the hospital and my stepdad had to get me, and then hold me down in the bed to keep me from trying to leave again. Then I remembered a nurse coming to me trying to get me to pee in a urinal, and I thought she was trying to play me or fuck me up so I kept saying no. I also remember thinking that I was in the hospital for YEARS and this random girl (Call her D) that I knew from school became a nurse and was trying to act like it wasnt really her. The nurse asked me some question, and I said no, D!!! In a way as if I just blew her cover. She laughed and said "I'm not D, I'm some complicated shit." and showed me her name tag and I was blown away in disbelief.

After that I started to come back to reality slowly, thank GOD! We didn't stay long enough to find out what the drug actually was. But whatever that shit was, it was DEFINITELY not acid, found out its some "street drug called candy," I'm not sure what it actually is though. Many people believe the drug to be 25i-Nbome. I took real acid plenty of times after, and nothing came even CLOSE to how that shit had me!! Doctors said I could of been permanently brain damaged or even dead! I'm just happy I can be here to tell the story, in a good mind.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116316

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 16

Published: Apr 26, 2022	Views: 1,181

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NBOMe Series (539), LSD (2) : Various (28), What Was in That? (26), Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 2 bowls
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (flowers)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

After a couple hours we headed over to my tripping partners mansion to make necessary preparations for our experience. We ingested our tabs at 8 o clock after smoking 2 bongs [to make it kick in faster.] I got a slight scare because I was on prescription concerta but I research and found out it merely shortens the lengths of the trip. The tabs hit in nicely. We felt awesome. My every movement was superfluous and fluid with my surroundings. All worries were eliminated before the trip so I could truly enjoy the essence of acid.

We began working on our acidic art. We did a drawing together which we did not finish but it looks awesome. For hours we were on his fourth floor alone laughing and engaging in sweet tasting food. We laughed like children and discussed philosophy and origin and the human existence. Acid was considerably better than mushrooms in my opinion [although I have no complaints with a mushroom trip.] It was not until we smoked that we tripped. The outside world was too cold for our venturing so we went to his sisters trippy closet. We engaged in bongs [which we used a lighter with a blue flame to light, making it smoke amazingly.] We smoked an outstanding monster joint which I rolled as well. I have never experienced a more infinite taste of infinity

I have never experienced a more infinite taste of infinity

 before or since this time.

The more seconds I devoted to spacing out, the more intense the pleasurable feeling became on me, the more intense my universal visions became. I ventured into voids of a universe which I am proud to have ventured into. We would discuss our trips and smoke some more. This continued until 5 in the morning when we crashed. Having done acid and mushrooms I have realized this: mushrooms is the path to the epitome of the natural world but acid is the ticket to the surreal universe.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 33899

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 11, 2022	Views: 644

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Cannabis (1), LSD (2) : Small Group (2-9) (17), Relationships (44), Glowing Experiences (4), Combinations (3), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 2:30

		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine

		   T+ 2:30
		 50 mg
		 insufflated
		 MDMA
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

It's 9am and it's 2005, and I'm alone.  No-one is going to be in the house for 24 hours, and possibly longer than that.  I have music, internet and TV. I just got up and after a coffee I consider the possibility that I might trip today.  I should point out here that the LSD has been in the fridge for about a year, and that in that time I have only used it in low doses 3 times.  I decide that today will be my 4th.  I respect the stuff.

I start by mixing 2 drops of quality liquid LSD with some water and drink it (T + 0).  About 90 minutes later I'm messing about on the computer with my headphones in, and my brain's all over the show in an introspective kind of way.  The reason I'm doing this is that I come from a broken home, and I'm looking to LSD, wisely, foolishly, or perhaps a bit of both, for some answers.  In particular, I'm looking for the answer to the question 'how will you ever achieve a normal Father/Son relationship'?  My childhood involved a lot of domestic violence and I'd been struggling with this question for years.

I'm looking for the answer to the question 'how will you ever achieve a normal Father/Son relationship'?  My childhood involved a lot of domestic violence and I'd been struggling with this question for years.

I followed my own inner law in the sense that if I'm asking myself 'is today a good day for a trip?', then the answer is already no.  It is never wise to go on a trip if one has doubts in their mind before they start.

Despite previous wonderful trips on LSD, this did not start well.  I was in mental pain.  I poured myself a glass of wine and to my surprise, behind the bottle there was a small bag of MDMA (approx T + 2:30).  It must have been there for ages because I'd forgotten about it.  But I knew for sure that it was real MDMA because it was a batch I'd used before and had simply forgotten was there.  I weighed out 50mg and snorted it.  There begins the candyflip.

It's nothing like the name suggests.  It doesn't feel like LSD or MDMA (to me at least - I don't know of anyone else that's tried this experiment), yet the two synergise anyway.  The doses of both drugs however turn out to be just right.  I can type away on the internet and listen to energising music but over the next hour the pain just gets worse.  Eventually the LSD overpowers my ego and I'm laid bare.  My mind is saying to me, 'you will never have a normal Father/Son relationship, because he is a psychopath'.  The harder I try to resist this now obvious truth, the stronger the LSD side of things gets.  Anyone who has tripped before knows that acid will overpower the mind more and more the more you try to resist it.  The MDMA offers some comfort, in that it helps me accept the pain. I just let the pain wash over me.  I am defenceless, and very glad that I chose a day when there was no-one else around for this.

After about 6 hours, the two drugs have mostly worn off.  I slept well, and the next day I was a new person.  My Father may be physically alive, but in my mind there is no thought of revenge, reconciliation or negotiation.  I have quietly disowned him in one day.  I got the answers I was looking for, but I didn't like them.

Overall, I would say that from previous MDMA experiences, plenty would agree with me in describing it as a night of magic.  LSD is another story.  It's brutal. Once you have taken acid, you're changed forever.

Do I regret this day?  No.  Not at all.  I have not taken LSD or MDMA for 6 years now.  I speak from the experience of a crazy and unbelievably over the top day, not from the position of using these substances now or any time in the recent past.

Overall summary: Very strong combination.  Less is more.  Not a combination to do for a laugh like you might do with a bowl of weed.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 101928

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 25

Published: Aug 11, 2022	Views: 489

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LSD (2), Alcohol - Beer/Wine (199), MDMA (3) : General (1), Alone (16)


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

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 oral
		 Alcohol

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

		   T+ 0:00
		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Tobacco - Cigarettes

		   T+ 12:00
		 177 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   255 lb

Around 4pm wife and I wake up and grab some food and chill out. Its been a great weekend so far. We're already excited about the night we had planned for us. Really the only plan is that we are having some much needed reconnecting time. This is my favorite time in life honestly.

Around 7pm we get ready to leave and we choose our drugs, I take one hit of LSD. They're blue and gold pyramids. She chooses mushrooms for herself and I think that'll be a fun little experiment. See how we both interact and enjoy each-other on two very different psychedelics.

8pm we're at the bar and there's a show tonight to our surprise. I'm already starting to feel a bit buzzy. I feel like my thoughts are starting to get racy and it seems like my breath is starting to get shaky. I play darts and have a beer, trying to power through this sort of rush.

At about 10pm I'm definitely having a hard time staying still, I'm going outside to smoke a lot but lights and colors are starting to change. FInally the headliner is performing and I go take a seat. I listen intently to the music and let the mans art speak to me. It's great! This was kind of the turning point for my trip. Probably because I did some bumps of ketamine in the bathroom to chill myself out.

Midnight after the show is over, I'm several bourbons and beers in, 4 bumps of ketamine (they're about 0.025g each) and I'm finally feeling social as hell. Outside is a bunch of people that all know my wife and some know me. I meet the ones that don't and we're just sitting in a circle having an enthralling revolving conversation. By this point I've noticed anything that I focus on moves a little bit, maybe little swirls, icons on my phone are pulsating and moving playfully but not unbearably. It just fun, no way else to put it. Everything was fun and amazing.

Around 2am it's still the same vibe, but even more so. I'm laughing and joking with new friends and my soul mate. Colors looks amazing and I snap a few candid pics of my wife to just observe. We start comparing our trips and shes just having a blast with the mushrooms and I'm so happy that she's feeling just as good it seems.

Ok so its 4am and we got a lyft home. Vibe is still amazing, we eat and watch some show that shes been wanting me to see all day. At some point we're full and make our way to the bedroom. Honestly this is where everything gets amazing for me because not just sexually, in bed with them is my absolute most comfortable and free feeling. Obviously we have sex and it's amazing but the time before and after is just what life is all about. I'm still slightly tripping, I can tell because the icons on the Roku tv are still bouncy and moving.

About 7am we're exhausted and just wanting to sleep. At this point I go to my own bedroom because that's just how we sleep best. I decided to weigh out the rest of my ketamine and its 0.177g, I think, oh this would be a great intramuscular dose and I'll k-hole and listen to some dope ass music with my AirPod Pros (theyre fucking amazing btw) and just chill in my bed.

I take this IM dose of ketamine and start setting up my space, it starts coming on a lot faster than I had anticipated (I've done this before), so I hurry up and get my music going and lay down. I have no idea how much longer later but I felt as if I had died, I kind of freak the hell out and pluck the airpods from my ears and look at them as if they're some weird scientific instrument implanted in me. I stand up in a panic because idk what I am anymore and I think I've broken my brain.

I somehow manage to make my way into her bedroom, I remember it being extremely exhausting and difficult. I kind of weep to her about how I'm tripping too hard and I need her touch. She's half asleep and assures me I'm fine and I start to just sink into the bed and realize I'm ok.

I think about 20 min later I get up and am just like holy shit that's embarrassing what just happened. I've spent the last several hours kind of analyzing that experience and putting it into words.

Its 9am now and I feel fine now.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116369

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 35

Published: Sep 26, 2022	Views: 272

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31), Alcohol (61) : Combinations (3), Various (28)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   190 lb

I had just left work and was headed to a local lake. It's a fairly generic lake on the outskirts of [big city], Texas. It's not so removed from civilization, or primitive, as to be overly dangerous to a solo astronaut. Backpack, check. Water, check. Acid, double check. I took a little over 200 mcg and found a horse trail that looked easy enough to navigate. There were big, wide trails and the occasional asphalt road to follow.

It's important to this story to mention that I was dealing with some very unpleasant mental issues at the time.

I was dealing with some very unpleasant mental issues at the time.

 I won't get in to it. But I was depressed and anxious to put it mildly. Now back to the story...

The first few hours were filled with pretty common trip stuff: big, bold colors, swirling vegetation, and deer telepathy. You know, the usual. But, as with any respectable psychedelic, I lost track of time. Now the darkness was settling over me and in me.

The darkness amazes me. It's this infinite-seeming canvas where our minds project all of our fears and insecurities almost without fail. No prompting required.

And that is precisely what started happening.

The once robust and green landscape turned thin and snake-like. The trees were menacing and primal. It wasn't my first rodeo. I knew it was all in my head. I'm experienced enough with psychedelics that I almost laughed at the situation.

Almost.

But, fear is fear, and I was starting to feel a lot of it.

At some point in my walk I had a realization. The buddhist in me tries not to hold on to many beliefs. I personally haven't seen any compelling evidence of demons and devils. You could say I'm a skeptic. However, in that moment I felt I had got my hands on the occult truth of it all. Whether or not demons are external entities or just creations of our mind MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO DIFFERENCE! The fear they make us feel is exactly the same. The oppression it creates in our mind is the same. The darkness it brings to our lives is the same. In this way, demons are as real as anything else in this crazy world. Those who invoke demons, and the darkness, are only summoning those parts of themselves to manifest in reality. And those demons do appear.

So, here I was surrounded by this hellscape that I now knew I, alone, had summoned. My sadness and isolation had brought it. My anxiety had brought it. My fear had brought it.

That's when I decided I'd had enough of it. Enough of this fear.

I fought back the only way I knew how. I turned off the light on my camera and let the darkness wash over me. The mantra now running through my head: I'd rather die than be scared one second longer. I invited all the devil-hordes to devour me body and soul. I acted as if they were real flesh and blood before me. And I'd be goddamned if I'll let them control me one second longer. It was honestly rage driving me. I was furious.

My heart racing I looked for the most menacing shit I could find and literally ran toward it. There were tears rushing down my face. I wasn't without fear in these moments. I just didn't care anymore. I was sick of the fear.

I eventually stumbled upon this mass of tree roots, or fallen trees (was hard to tell). It looked absolutely evil. It was Lilith. She had snake appendages all slithering about and she seduced unwary souls into her arms and devoured them. I had raged and ran about so much that I was growing tired. After all of this I was still feeling the fear. So I tried something different.

I wanted to show this wretched creature before me compassion and love. It wasn't the love of a lover. It was the same love I'd show to a stray, terrified dog. It was compassion and understanding. I might throw them some food, but I would also be wary. Stray dogs bite. I felt sorry for her because she LOVED misery and pain. She could never leave hell because she loved it there. I felt pity for her in that moment, and refused to be afraid.

So I walked up and found a place to sit right in the heart of those demon roots and sat down. I closed my eyes and let the fear and the darkness do its worst. I sat as calmly as I could and greeted every dark impulse with love and understanding. I very literally apologized for feeding my fear so often, and with such shitty food.

That's when it stopped being fear. I just saw it as suffering and pain. I genuinely felt bad for it like it was a living, breathing thing. I was now totally at peace in this darkness in the lap of pure evil. I felt like fucking Batman in his cave surrounded by bats. I felt like Neo surrounded by green, pulsating code. I cried a bit. I laughed. Then I cry-laughed.

I, ladies in gentlemen, was super duper high.

But I was okay.

I made my way to my car. Got home safe. Then fell in to a deep, peaceful sleep.

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

Exp Year: 2021	ExpID: 115821

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 38

Published: Nov 1, 2021	Views: 517

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LSD (2) : Alone (16), Entities / Beings (37), Nature / Outdoors (23), Difficult Experiences (5)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 Unknown
		 (gel tab)

		 oral
		 Pharms - Lithium
		 (daily)

		 oral
		 Pharms - Lamotrigine
		 (daily)

		 oral
		 Pharms - Escitalopram
		 (daily)

		 oral
		 Pharms - Buspirone
		 (daily)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   100 lb

[Erowid Note:
The term "acid" has been used as a common name for d-LSD since the 1960s. Although confusion associated with newer psychoactive substances has lead some people to use the term "acid" to refer to anything LSD-like or anything psychedelic on blotter or sold in drops, we believe this represents an error and not a useful evolution in language.]

Fall of 2021, I mistakenly took a gel tab of 25I-NBOMe from a dealer I never bought from before. I tripped with my girlfriend at the time who had no experience tripping. We got in a small fight right before we took the tabs about something small. I told her that hallucinogens are to be respected at all costs, but I myself didn't listen. I got anxious because I was trying to focus on keeping a good mindset but the fight brought me down a fair bit. In my head, I knew that it was wrong to go forward with taking the acid, but we've been planning and already decided to trip that day, so I took it impulsively. Either way, my mental state only contributed to the anxiety of the trip, not the physical side effects. This wasn't my first nightmare trip either, in 2019 I experienced psychosis induced by LSD. Saying that, I knew what was coming when I first felt that something was wrong.

I started to not be able to breathe. I desperately became hyperfocused on avoiding another nightmare trip but that frightened me even more, to the core. I tried to convince myself that I simply just needed to lay down and breathe manually because the inability to breathe normally was making me extremely anxious. I could hear and feel my heart pounding in my chest, increasingly growing faster and harder. I thought it was just the trip, but I was actually having an incredibly bad physical reaction to the drug. I realized that eventually. At that point, I knew I was going to die because it did not feel like LSD in the first place and my breathing was getting more and more shallow, which was not normal at all. I felt so terrible, I knew it wasn't just the trip making me paranoid. I knew it wasn't right. I was looping about how I was genuinely going to die. I was absolutely terrified. My girlfriend said I had the most terrified face she's seen on anybody.  The entire trip I just focused on my breath, attempting to slow down my heart as much as I could to try and survive, even though it was still increasing in speed.

Eventually, I stopped moving and responding and I became lost in the visuals. I couldn't see. All I saw was red and orange because of the lighting in the room. I stopped being able to hear my girlfriend talking, at that point she sounded muffled and that her voice was fading in and out. I started to go in and out of consciousness. She began to panic and called over a close friend. When she arrived, I started seizing and foaming at my mouth. When the ambulance came, they had to call in four firefighters for backup because I was flailing uncontrollably, keep in mind I am a 4'11 female that barely weighs 100lb. I was also overheating and my face was literally as red as a tomato because I was so hot. As I said, I couldn't hear or see and I was falling in and out of consciousness, but I remember hearing a couple things such as the paramedic asking my acquaintances how old I was and what medications I take.

[Speaking of medications, I was an absolute dumbass and decided to take my medications (Lithium, Buspar, Lamotrigine, and Lexapro) that day even though a trip was planned. I underestimated mixing lithium and lexapro with psychedelics. I've tripped dozens of times but I hadn't tripped since I started lithium two years before.

 I've tripped dozens of times but I hadn't tripped since I started lithium two years before.

  I'm incredibly lucky to have survived.]

Five hours later, I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor flatlining (not sure if my heart actually stopped for a second or if I was just flailing so much that the electrode pads popped off) and at least three nurses around me trying to save my life, along with one on top of me pumping my chest as I was rushed into a room. The first thought I had when I woke up was, "not again." I didn't remember a thing, but the first thing I did was rush to my apple watch, which I was luckily still wearing, to write down my dad's number for the staff to contact. The only thing is, I didn't remember either of my parents' numbers. Then I realized I remembered barely anything at all, including important things that should've been engraved in my head such as my birthday and my girlfriend's last name. I was shaking a lot and I couldn't focus my vision. I had no idea what happened, but I'm glad I blacked out. I had no idea whether or not I ran away and something happened and a stranger called the hospital or if I did something stupid and hurt the people I love again. All I knew that I was still most definitely loved and cared for by my parents (I didn't know if I fucked things up with my girlfriend as that happened last trip) and that if I saw them I wouldn't be scared anymore. I went on my watch again then looked through my messages in case anyone was worried about me. It was miraculously connected to my phone which my girlfriend had because my room was right next to the waiting area. I felt more at ease because I didn't fuck anything up again and that they were all just worried and there for me. This happened during the time of covid, so there was a no-visitor rule. However, my mom works at that hospital, and thankfully she was able to convince them to let her in, which I'm so grateful for because I immediately sobered up and felt comforted when I saw her walk in. Once I got out of the hospital I noticed multiple, multiple bruises throughout my body because my blood was clotting quite a bit too.

After that, most of the after effects lasted for about a month. My short term memory was absolutely terrible, and I still couldn't remember anyone's phone number. For days, I even forgot I had a sister. I was in a deep fog, like I wasn't actually there. I also developed some minor fears such as crossing the street but that went away after a month or so. Red also used to be my favorite color, but it scared me for several months. Test your drugs kids. I wonder if I have any permanent heart damage now.

[Erowid Note: Unconfirmed Serious Injury Report. This report of a serious injury was submitted without verifiable details or contact information. Erowid is choosing to publish this report to invite public comment and to allow anyone who knows about this event to submit details that we can verify.

Neither this report nor any report of a hospitalization should be considered reliable without details that can be verified through hospitals, police reports, family members, or news reports. If you have information about this incident or other experience resulting from the use of any psychoactive substance we cover, please contact sage at erowid.org.]

Exp Year: 2021	ExpID: 116719

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: 21

Published: Sep 30, 2022	Views: 1,003

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (gel tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   204 lb

I've smoked weed for a good solid month now, but every high was just to get lost. Nothing very important to document on weed.

But acid opened the barrier between my sense of reality and sense of higher, intelligent perception that impacted my whole being in 12 hours starting three days ago at 3:04 pm.

I was in the living room when I finally dropped all suspicion and/or intrusive thoughts and proceeded to head straight into my closet to retrieve my $20 geltab. I had asked my friend earlier how many micrograms this tab had, and it wasn't later about 3 hours in, that I was told it contained 150ug.

The bag it was in was miniature in size, but still had very daring powers to provide in one sitting. I had previously smoked a joint, which had some of my orange truffle strain that was stronger than what I usually smoked. I had a king slim joint ready as well.

But that was for after I peaked. I'd estimate that I smoked at least 2.5 grams that night. The exact percent is unclear. But I felt it did really amplify the high very intensely, I felt.

Half an hour in, everything seemed more funny to react to, especially the TV shows and movies I was watching. I noticed I began to take every thought that formed very literally, and would spend time speculating about things I felt important to reflect on. Time felt free. If that makes sense. But a part of me was still sober enough to document the whole experience in my notes I left for myself, which had very copious amounts of material to review.

This was at 3:41.

Now 4:32 pm, I started to come up more gradually, and felt a warm embrace, starting from my chest and blossoming mainly around my right of my chest. My brain had a slight expansion, starting from one corner and slowly forming into my life changing experience. I just remember feeling so giddy that I couldn't pay attention to the TV anymore. None of it mattered.

At 5 pm, my pupils were enlarged. I remember this being the first time I looked in the mirror, and I had no such negative result from doing so.

The living room I was in consisted with this constant whirring noise of a fan that engulfed every gap of silence and completely filled the living room. The cup holders in the middle of the couch morphed and produced a wavy effect that caught me off guard. My veins pulsated with life force that surged throughout my whole body. Going outside I felt was the best thing I could do right now.

About 6:05pm, the hot, blazing sun shone its rays of sunshine down on my skin. I felt so embraced. The sky had wonderful amounts of images that flooded the sky blue canvas above, each one grabbing my focus inwards towards the hallucinations I saw. Whispers upon whispers of what sounded to me like commentators constantly went back and forth throughout my ears whenever I'd pay attention to them for a while.

The music blasting through my headphones exemplified my appreciation for music even more than I usually do. Sometimes I'd take off my headphones to just absorb the wall of sounds I was hearing. Each intricate noise seemed to have the utmost importance to me. Any sense of paranoia did not bother me at all. In fact I had none. But I did have some sort of embarrassment while being outside sitting in a foldable maroon chair looking like a Looney just sent me into a laughing fit. After that I headed back inside and had no problems after that momentary lapse of thought transition.

After enjoying the weather, I began to notice my hands felt clammy and humid than usual. Beads of sweat started to form on my head, and in the middle of my chest. Every now and then I'd pull my shirt to sort of fan myself to cool down, but the temperature was obviously growing.

I began to make correlations of a Finnish sauna (which I've never been in my whole entire life) to my body temperature. I must've been spiking, but it was never entirely uncomfortable. Every new revelation that spawned just filled my mind with so much information, exceeding every barrier of doubt I've ever had in my life. A window in my kitchen was open. As I leaned forward to see what outside had to offer, more and more speculation about life endeavors started to form. Something as simple as birds chirping, or even an ant hill I took notice of on the ground outside. 'We've run over their land', I said to myself. 'We constantly destroy every area of nature's true beauty for our sick, infested ideas of construction.' These thoughts and more would arrive in droves, constantly forming my self doubt into interesting speculation that soared with questions.

In my room was a different story. I had recently become a fan of Lynyrd Skynyrd's music, and Simple Man played for me on repeat the whole time I stood there in my room watching the colorful warped images that would contort with such energy and liveliness. This documentary I was watching about Lynyrd Skynyrd had these very psychedelic patterns of images of the band during their live performances while a member would commentate in the background. I would become lost into the Then a full on power attack of guitar noise amplified that filled my ears, and the whole room with it's intrinsic nature of music that is Simple Man. Shadow playing a guitar filled my vision full of intensity that was better left unsaid. I was onstage that night playing for thousands of people in the crowds wailing my soul out on the very strings of this beautiful instrument we call the 'guitar'. It was orgasmic yet so exciting to perform. The enlightenment of true REVELATIONS filled my brain with speculation to every single thing I found importance in. No matter what it was.

Eventually one of my family complained of B.O, so eventually I went into the shower to cleanse myself. It was a whole nother portal in time, the shower I took. It reminded me of a Time Chamber from Dragon Ball Z. The bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash just started to wave with such energy that flowed freely like bubble trails in a mix.

Afterwards I felt more relaxed, comfortable, but still sweating. I lied down on my bed, listening to more voices commentating while the guinea pigs in the living room eyed me with suspicion. 2 hours later after watching the same documentary, listening to mind-blowing music, standing up nonstop for reasons unexplainable, etc. It sort of died down after than, and then things were mellow.

I'd go outside 2 times to smoke a joint or 2, then just stare into nothing embracing the coattails of my then LSD trip. But the memories were impacting enough to change me someway.

So from 6:30pm to 3:47am, I became enthusiastic about every new revelation and inviting information about new things I never knew about.

I probably peaked around 7 or 8:30pm.

Minutes before turning 4 am, I smoked more of my leftover roach, sitting in silence as I felt the endings of my acid trip resolving at last.

This experience taught me so much about unlocked potential.

Exp Year: 2022	ExpID: 116401

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 20

Published: Sep 30, 2022	Views: 204

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LSD (2), Cannabis (1) : Combinations (3), Alone (16)


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

		   T+ 2:00
		 125 mg
		 oral
		 MDMA

		   T+ 48:00
		 3 hits
		 oral
		 Unknown
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 50:00
		 3 g
		 oral
		 Mushrooms

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   128 lb

Somehow it’s always at 2 in the morning, when I can’t sleep, and instead start to reflect on my follies.

Background: I am male, at the time of this experience 24 years old and weighing around 128 pounds, in good mental and physical health. I take no prescription or OTC medications, but generally use yerba mate and marijuana on a daily basis. I had also been getting into kratom a lot these days, using it perhaps two to four days out of the week. I have experienced a wide range of psychoactive substances but it is the psychedelics that fascinate me and keep me coming back for more. I consider myself very familiar with mushrooms, LSD, DMT, 5-MeO-DMT, syrian rue and caapi alone or in combination with the aforementioned tryptamines, hawaiian baby woodrose seeds, Trichocereus cacti, 2C-I, MDMA, methylone and Salvia divinorum. I also have limited experience with 2C-E, DO-x blotters, nitrous oxide, yopo and cebil seeds, ketamine and DXM.

Substances ingested and timeline:

T + 0:00 (Saturday) LSD, 2 hits

T + 2:00 (Saturday) MDMA, approximately 125 mg

T + 48:00 (Monday) 3 unknown blotters, sold as LSD but suspected to be DOI

T + 50:00 (Monday) Mushrooms 3 grams

Setting: At the time of this experience, I was living in a community house. It was a five-bedroom house, and the number of people paying rent varied from as low as five to as high as ten in the time we lived there. The more people we packed in, the less any of us had to work to pay rent, and so most of us worked part-time at best and had lots of free time to just hang out. When you take into account the many, many house guests, our weekly potluck suppers and various people’s pets, it was not uncommon to have thirteen or more living beings sleeping there on a given night. To be sure, it was an epic and sometimes challenging environment to live in.

Mindset: Most people in our house were really into psychedelics, and those who didn’t partake themselves were very much open and accepting of what the rest of us were doing. I tripped on average at least once a week while we lived there, and often times more than that. We started a tradition called the Sunday Church of Acid, where those interested would get together and have a group trip on Sundays, spending time hanging out and philosophizing with each other, listening to music, painting, sketching or doing other creative craft projects. Sometimes our Sunday churches would also include leisurely breakfasts, yoga, walks around town or other activities such as “karma yoga” (aka cleaning the house up). Sunday was our day of collective rest and relaxation, a time to connect with each other and work on artistic projects.

It had been exactly one month since I had last used psychedelics. Now that may not sound like a long time to most people, but for me taking a month break was unprecedented, the longest I had gone without tripping in more than a year. My reasons for taking a break were many-faceted, but mostly revolved around me doing too much, too often. To paint a picture of my last experience: Sometimes, all your roommates go to bed. And instead of going to bed, sometimes one might instead stay up all night, eating caps of MDMA, tabs of LSD, and handfuls of magic mushrooms. In which case you might find yourself, at seven in the morning, being in an uncomfortable space. To say the least.

I felt that my use of psychedelics, particularly MDMA, was getting really compulsive and out of control. The quality of effects I was receiving from MDMA and other psychedelics had dropped off. Tripping so frequently, there is not a lot of new material for my mind to process, and tolerance was definitely an issue as well.

Tripping so frequently, there is not a lot of new material for my mind to process, and tolerance was definitely an issue as well.

 I was beginning to notice negative effects on my emotions, being moody and having low energy levels after my weekend mind-benders. My interpersonal relations with loved ones were suffering too, as well as my job performance. I needed to take a break to level myself out again. Being tired and burnt-out two days of every week was no longer working for me.

The Experience: It’s supposed to be the Sunday Church of Acid, but this was a long weekend. So we figured we could go to Sunday church  twice: Once on Saturday, and then again on Monday. Let’s start with Saturday…

There are three men who live in the house, myself, Star and Dante. Although not related by blood, it feels like they are the two brothers I never had. Saturday morning Star invited Dante and I to go “marauding” through the city. It sounded like a fine idea. Star had been gifted a bag of MDMA, of which he took some and then hopped in the shower. Soon he was coming up and ready to go marauding (with Dante driving). We stopped at a craft shop so Dante could pick up some materials for his leatherwork, and also went to check out an outdoor piece of sculpture art. It was called “The Device to Root Out All Evil” and was a small-scale model of a church, stuck upside down by it spire into the grass, as if God in his wrath had thrown the church down from heaven to pop some Satan-pimple on the ground!

Dante and myself had no intention to trip today. However, trouble started when we stopped in for coffee and conversation at a friend’s house. Likeable guy, devoted to his daughter, coming out of a divorce and stressful times. Opening up to using psychedelics not just as recreation, but something deeper…

So he was showing us some blotter, the ink was green and each tab had a different symbol on it. Little geometric mandalas, the grateful dead bears, peace signs, the zig-zag guy and others. He ended up spontaneously giving us each two tabs to experiment with, just because he’s a nice guy.

Star dropped his almost immediately as we got back in the truck. I hadn’t intended on taking mine that day, but all of a sudden that little voice-of-wisdom in the back of my head started saying “Eat the acid. Just eat the acid already.” And so I did. Oh boy, here we go. Since I had dropped, Star was now egging on Dante, asking him if he was going to drop with us. Dante said he was thinking about it. We stopped at a second-hand book store and browsed. Somewhere in the process, Dante lost his two hits of LSD. Oh well, someone at the book store will be pleasantly surprised! We got back in the truck and drove home.

Back in the comfort of our own home, Star and I soon concluded that the acid was noticeable, but pretty weak. Star offered the obvious solution: To each take ~125 mg of MDMA. Dante was in. Was it the right time for me? Was I ready to do MDMA again, and could I avoid falling back into the trap of doing too much, too often? I decided to do the MDMA. I had no conscious intent, but was simply going with the energy flow and with what felt right today. I was trusting that I was making the right decision. Now time for the three of us to walk down the hill and get some tea!

There was a humorous moment, as I stood at the counter of the coffee place riffling through the box of teas, seeking out some Moroccan mint. All of a sudden, 0 to 60 as the MDMA kicked in. All of a sudden, Dante is holding out a handful of change to the servers saying effusively “You’re time is so valuable to us! We really appreciate your time!”

I coral Dante by the honey and spoons. “You holding it together, man?” I query.

He replies, “Yeah… yeah, just barely.” We took our teas outside to bask in a little late-season sunshine.

An acquaintance came up. We both smiled wide-eyed at him, each grasping one of his hands. “What’s up guys?” He queried.

“I don’t know…?” we replied, with shit-eating grins on our faces.

In return, “I don’t know either, but I can sure feel it!” Our smiles broadened.

We soon stumbled upon another friend, Jesse. I greeted her by nuzzling her shoulder. Looking into my eyes, she says “What’s up Papy?”

And I say, “I’m just glad to see you!” It was a strange scene, with three men crouched and two dogs at the feet of two beautiful women wearing sunglasses.

Jesse looked quizzically at the three of us. Carefully pulling down her sunglasses, she brought her eyes close to Dante’s, for closer examination. She checked one pupil, then the other. Finally, the verdict: “I’m suspicious. Are you guys tripping out?” Again we smile and then admit that we are really tripped out, yes, thank you.

It was getting chilly so we beat a hasty retreat to home base.

While philosophizing and smoking dope at the kitchen table, one of our roommates Nessie arrives home from doing several hours of Tai Chi. We immediately engage her in vigorous conversation. Star comments on just how beautiful and radiant she is looking today, after the Tai Chi. He asks to take a smell imprint of her, slowly sniffing her neck. “Woah,” she says, “you guys are fucked!”

Our evening gentled down slowly, a few friends over for conversation and ganja smoking. I commented that we had six men in the room, but two seconds later my female cousin walked through the door. And then we were seven. Seven is a good number for metaphysical work, as I sat and meditated I started feeling myself enter a highly activated energetic state. However, when the circle disintegrated the moment was lost.

The next night, Sunday night, I was enjoying the full, traditional Thanksgiving dinner with my blood relatives. I went to bed and was soon asleep from tryptophan turkey goodness.

The next morning, we decided to walk down the hill, grab a booster juice, and drop three tabs each of this blotter I’d been holding onto for awhile. The print on it was a rampant lion similar to the Scottish flag. I felt something funny as soon as I put it in my mouth. For one, the paper was super thick blotter. Also, instead of the electric-tingly-tongue feeling I associate with acid, there was a slight bitter taste. Oh well… sketchy blotters wouldn’t have ended up in our mouths unless we were ready for whatever the experience might bring. The supposition that somebody had switched the true eucharist for some other drug didn’t seem to faze me.

Our city is a windy and a chilling place in the late fall/early winter time, and the worst hasn’t even begun! Therefore, we walked back in the direction of home seeking warmth and comfort. On the balcony now, enjoying a few rays of sun and hanging out with my brothers who feel called to commune frequently with the plant spirit Nicotiana tabacum. Now I began to really feel the blotters taking effect. It definitely felt phenethylamine. Warm, centering, mildly empathetic. Unlike 2C-E, there seemed to be no body load or discomfort at all. It was a very gentle and pleasant substance.

Well, nice as this substance was, and we speculated some DO-x (probably DOI due to the gentle nature and extremely long duration) was likely, it had a draw back. Sure our bodies felt nice and high, but mentally we were strangely lucid and clear headed. I suggested making some mushroom tea with mint from the garden, to which Star replied “Fuck yeah! And it that doesn’t get us high, then I give up.”

Never fear. Three grams each of good mushrooms will always get us high. Soon the house had become alive, breathing and rippling all around me. I was admiring the way the golden afternoon sunshine came through the doorway, glistening off the tile floor. Wait a minute, our floor isn’t normally that shiny! I must be tripping!

Then came a moment where we all fell silent, and breathed together. The whole house would expand and contract with the rhythms of our lungs. Looking at the ceiling, I noticed that I was capable of controlling the visual distortions. By concentrating my intent, I could make whatever pattern I wanted to see twist and squiggle in the ceiling stucco.

Dante, Star and myself seemed to be coming into perfect perceptual synchronicity with one another. A couple key words, or perhaps a facial expression, would be enough to allow the others to perceive that thought clearly. We were working together, flowing seamlessly as one unit.

A couple key words, or perhaps a facial expression, would be enough to allow the others to perceive that thought clearly. We were working together, flowing seamlessly as one unit.

So we are having a fun, relaxing trip. Contentedly watching Planet Earth, smoking combination lotus and ganja doobies, and generally philosophizing.

Those damn sketchy blotters last too long! I ate them 28 hours ago and still haven't gone to sleep. For hours I just listened to the sound of rain/sleet whipping against the house, driven by the first stormy weather of the late season. Work was a little tough to get through the next day, due to sleep deprivation and having all my muscles aching.

Would I do it all again? Abso-Fuckin-Lutely! Wouldn’t miss a second of it. Welcome to the Church of Acid. We come together to celebrate the divine. I give – and receive – Love.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 83382

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 24

Published: Oct 5, 2022	Views: 457

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