		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   75 kg

I am 18 years old at the moment and started experimenting with drugs about a year ago. I started to use LSD very regularly, every week or every 2 weeks for about half a year. I had some experience with psilocybin during that period. My LSD trips were mainly solo experiences which were at psytrance parties or home alone. About 2 months before my nightmare trip which this story is about I started to use MDMA and Speed very often because I had a 2 month holiday which I wanted to spend this way. In this 2 month period I hanged out with friends which I stopped seeing very often during my LSD-period but whom I knew for several years. I also met a guy S who was an experienced drug user and he was a friend of a friend. I heard that he was a good guy with good intentions.

S had a blotter at home that he got from a friend who claimed it was a mind-blowing trip. I had to buy my own LSD because he had only 1. I bought 2 blotters with a piece of the image of Shiva, but it was only guessing for their strength. We planned to use his house as a kind of HQ. I had been there before several times, and I always felt at ease there. There was music available and a lot of cool things to look at while tripping. So the trip wasn’t really expected to get boring. We dropped the acid at about 11 pm but I took my 2 trips at once, which I shouldn’t have done. I usually take my trips spread with an hour in between when I don’t know the dosage, but I didn’t feel like it was going to be a problem since I did a lot of tripping.

After only 20 minutes the acid started to kick in, all kinds of patterns started to appear, the colours shifted and I felt great. We decided to go outside and walk around. I always feel comfortable tripping outside because I can still have nice deep conversations while I constantly get new vibes from my surroundings. Everything was quite “normal”. The trip was kicking in harder and harder, it was one the stronger trips. But with the other trips of such intensity I was usually so blown away by the experience that I couldn’t speak and only could look around with a gaze at infinity. This time I had the most intense conversation I ever had. I talked to S like I was talking to my deepest self. I felt a connection like I never felt before, I think most people have such feelings at some time in their life so I don’t feel I should explain this.

After approx an hour or 2 we went back to his house. Everything was still fine, we put on some music, smoked some hash and continued our conversation. After a while he was talking about his visuals. I said that it never really interested me a lot. And then there was a little click inside of my head. I can't really explain it, it was a series of thoughts and images that appeared in my mind. I saw an image of a little white dot in a total darkness. TO BE, I said, to be or not to be. Then I started to think and think and think. I saw a big blue arrow, this was society, this what we are all part of. Then I saw a little man carrying a bag. When he is on top of the arrow he has to carry less then when he's below. The I saw that how the more the little man tried to stop carrying the bag, the heavier the bag got. But when I looked at S, he started to get a red aura around him and bit by bit he was becoming a demon. I was feeling uncomfortable, every time that I wanted to start talking, I first had to scrape my throat and my voice came from very far. Our conversation from then on got very weird.

By this time he changed in a 2.5m devil sitting in his chair. First I had something like, well let's play along, it's just my mind playing tricks on me. We continued our conversation, but for me it were only sentences like “Don’t you understand what I mean?” and him replying “ No, can you explain it?” But it was a threatening tone. And the more I tried to play this game, the harder it got, the bigger he got, and the more threat there was in his voice. Then we put on some other music, Jefferson Airplane. Which calmed the situation. Everything was somewhat back to normal, but I saw that look in his eyes. It was like he was watching me constantly. I couldn’t come at ease, and through my mind came more series of thoughts. But it were visions of marginal people who survived by constantly ripping people off and doing illegal business. I had made a conclusion of the world at that moment: The only reason why people live is to steal as much of the people around them as possible.

Then there was a battle for the setting, I was convinced that as long as I could keep the music calm and kept the lights on, everything would be fine. Then he showed me one of his dub cds, and it said on the front “Don’t listen to this music under the influence of drugs”. I Listened to this cd a several times, but at that moment I said  “Then we shouldn’t put this music on”. He said “Come on, there is nothing wrong with it,…”. But I insisted we didn’t put it on. Then I saw an image in my mind of an insane man sitting in a room talking to himself. 2 men entered the room and they were playing tricks on him. What they really did, didn’t matter, but the fact that he was being used in some kind of way was obvious. I saw some images of “the village fool”, the madman talking to himself everywhere he went. He lost all sense of direction, all sense of normality.

We continued to talk, and I said I might go home… He said that if I was tired, we could go to his room, watch some TV, or that I could lay down on the couch. The moment he said this, he was lying there very seductive and sex was the first thing I thought about. Then I saw a horrifying image of 3 men naked on a bed. One of them was being raped, one was doing the action, and one was smoking cigarettes and burning them in the body of the man who was being abused. This image was so vivid. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I said I really had to leave. He suggested to drive me home, which I didn’t like, because I already pictured myself a situation where he was speeding and drove off somewhere else. I went to the hall very careful because I was convinced he was going to dim the lights behind me and attack me. I finally left but at the last moment I saw him, he did a fast goodbye, like “Figure it out yourself”. And then I had these sick twisted ideas. I thought that I had to go back and I had to get taken in the ass and that when his pack of cigarettes were empty that I would finally understand life and that everything would be clear. I felt like I had to be Jesus and take all sins. Then I snapped, I felt like all my life I did stupid things and always the problems would be solved and that someone else would take care of my mess, but not this time. This time it was too late, this time I really fucked it up.

I got home by chance. I found the train rails, which I only needed to follow and after a good hour walk I would be home. It was the longest hour in my life, I saw visions of people who were lost saying “Can you help me find my mommie and daddie?” I saw people talking to each other with angry and challenging tones. I noticed this before in several trips that this occurred, but I didn’t have to power to rationalize this feeling. I saw people fighting, I saw people covered with blood and wounds in their faces. This all added to my thought that I was lost. I was put in hell, I had to pay for everything. The problem was that I left his house already but that I was convinced I still had to suffer. So before entering my house I went to my garage. I thought that when I was there somebody would enter and that person would finish the job, he would let me suffer for my acts. Nothing happened and I started to cry. I called S. His tone still had that scary tone, it was like he totally came out of the cell phone and stood next to me. He said that he saw there was something wrong with me at the time, but that I should forget it and should go home. That seemed logical, but after only a few a minutes after I hung up, I had the feeling his words had a different meaning. I had the feeling I could never go back again, it was too late to pay for my sins. This went on and on. Eventually I went home and after a couple of hours of tormenting myself with these ideas I rocked myself to sleep.

The next day I was a wreck. One moment I thought everything was going to be fine, but the other moment I thought I was still stuck in hell. I helped my father with a number of things in the house, but I couldn’t do anything normally, I felt confusion about every little thing I had to do. For example, I had to help my father cleaning some doors to paint them afterwards. I cleaned them and they looked well-done, but some time later I saw the spot again, and again and again. Then I had to fill little gaps in the door. I did this, but when I did this I dirtied the area around the gap. This frustrated me and I cleaned the door again. Then I saw that the gap wasn’t properly filled, so I refilled, which dirtied the area around the gap again.

I couldn’t handle it, my first thought was leaving the house. Then I asked my parents for a little talk, at that moment that feeling came back from the trip. I told my story about my drug abuse, about my experience,… My parents were very open, they tried to understand me, and they did actually. Together we made the conclusions of this trip. It had been awhile since I opened myself up to someone else again. I try to find my balance between being the devil and being Jesus. The balance between my wild outside “drug” life and the boring life. When I find this balance I will be happy. The next days I saw my place in daily life, I saw what I meant in my family. I saw my place in society.

Do I believe the things I saw? My first feeling was, I have to get to know things about religion,… My interest for religion awoke, and I read about it a lot. Some of the visions are printed in my mind, and I consider them useful. Like the ones of the man with the little bag and such. But the other things are getting out of my head, because I don’t consider them useful in daily life. I don’t believe that I lost something during my trip, not anymore…  I became stronger, and I trust myself now. I did LSD once some weeks later, it was a microdot. This trip started with laughing but after a few hours I made that little click again. I saw that vision of the little dot and the man with the bag again. My friends all became creepy again, and again I started misinterpreting everything again. But this time I just let it pass. I stopped talking and explaining, I just WAS and that was fine for me…

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 57249

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 21, 2008	Views: 5,427

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

This past Saturday I had my best trip to date. It was an Indian summer on this Saturday in December, it was 60 degrees and sunny when it would usually be in the 40's. My best friend C and I would be taking 1 blotter each once we woke up. I put the hit on my tongue at 7:20 and C dosed about 15 minutes later. The anxious buzz that I experienced on mushrooms and my first LSD trip was present after 30 minutes. I listened to Ariel Pink as I waited for the effects to kick in. Generally, when I trip, I get a restless feeling and cannot sit still, and this soon started to kick in.

I headed upstairs to hang out with C who was starting on his trip project, which was to paint his bedroom. I soon began to think of everything I wanted to do and experience while I was tripping so I could get the most out of this rare psychedelic. I got dressed to go outside and put on the most colorful clothes that I owned. I put my big padded headphones on, started 'The Six Parts Seven - Silence Magnifies Sound' and headed out the front door.

Everything was bright and beaming from the unrestricted sun. The day was absolutely beautiful. I started to feel extremely excited and I couldn't hold back the smile on my face. I walked throughout our big yard and ended up in the backyard. I stood at the end of this big opening in our backyard and looked out over the grass, which was partly green and tall and also brown, short, and dying. This is when I noticed the first apparent visuals. The grass was swaying, dancing, and moving side to side. Everything was alive and dancing in front of me. I got the effect of everything being underwater and swaying. The sun was shining in my left eye as I gazed out over this amazing landscape. The Six Parts Seven album I was listening put me in the perfect mood, the ambient-melodic instrumental music was the perfect soundtrack. It was incredible, a word I would use A LOT during this trip.

I pulled a big wooden chair to the back of the yard and sat down to soak in everything on this beautiful Indian summer. After about 10 minutes I returned inside to tell C that he HAD to go outside and experience all these wonderful things. C was busy and focused on painting his room. He was certainly enjoying every bit of this experience like I was. He was singing at the top of his lungs and was beaming with happiness. When I told him to go outside and check things out he said that he had been going outside to wash brushes and such and was very aware of the wonder outside. I then looked out his window and saw the tall tree that held our tree platform. It was glowing in the sunlight and looked amazing! I was so stunned that I had to go out and climb it.

I headed downstairs and got sidetracked. I felt like I should eat something so I could keep up the energy that the LSD required. I made a TLT sandwhich (Tofu, Lettuce, Tomato) and ate half while sitting at the dining room table, looking out the window. C would be passing by, busy as a bee, going here and there to finish little tasks. I left my sandwhich and headed to the tree in the backyard. I began to climb the tree, which I was very familiar with since I had climbed it so many times before. When I got half way up I looked out of this clearing where there are no branches to obstruct my vision. I felt like I was on the side of a HUGE tree looking down 50 ft., when I was really only about 20 ft. in the air. I climbed the rest of the way up, laughing and smiling, I was having the best time possible.

Sitting on the platform in the tree, I was within talking distance of C's bedroom window, where we relayed how awesome we were feeling, and how great of a time we were having. By this time it was about 10am and we were still coming up. I saw my other roommate driving down the road on his way home, so I climbed down the tree to tell him about what I was experiencing. He came inside and I asked him if he would want to play some music with me. He was down for playing guitar, so I sat at the drums. Up until this point I never really considered myself able when it came to the drums, but as he started playing some ambient-psych rock, I just started playing. The drum head on the snare drum had a swirling pattern on it, which I just stared at as I got into the rhythm of playing the drums. The hi-hat cymbal had the rings running around it and they were all bending and twisting. The letter etching on the cymbals were all being distorted, it was almost making me loose focus on playing the drums. After our ears started ringing, we stopped, R had work to do around the house. I got up from the drums and went to finish my sandwhich.

I went upstairs to hang out with C and R since their rooms are very close to each other. When I got upstairs they were both partaking in a pipe of some mids that C had. I was weary about smoking since I had gotten paranoia from smoking while on shrooms before. They explained that it calmed them down a bit and that once it wore off it was back to the full boosters of the LSD. I obliged and they told me to smoke it in the closet so I could see some patterns that only showed in the dark, also that is where my cat was hiding out. I entered the walk-in closet and took some hits and I started to feel like I was peaking more. I enjoyed the grass and walked out to go draw while listening to The Beatles - White Album and Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band.

I had previously bought a large sketchpad after my last LSD trip, where I felt like I was unprepared in the art dept. I had also found some pastels that I had never used before. I began drawing with some paint pens while I was sitting on the couch in R's room. I had never really gotten into the Beatles before, but listening to Rocky Raccoon made me appreciate them for the first time, it was really incredible the feelings I got. C was in his doorway painting away and I was sitting on the couch a few feet away in R's room hysterically laughing and smiling. We both couldn’t contain all the joy that was in us. C then exclaimed 'I FEEL LIKE I’M FULL OF FUCKIN' JOY!' I knew exactly how he was feeling and I had to agree. We were both beaming and feeling awesome. I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t focus on what I was drawing. I finally gave up on using paint pens and moved onto some charcoal pieces that I had never used before this day. I did some exaggerated drawings of faces and used some brightly colored pastels. It was so satisfying drawing and using this new medium.

After a while of drawing, we hit the homemade vaporizer and got ready to canoe to a state Park that was close by. While getting ready I put on some sunglasses and looked out the back door at the sky. The clouds were swirling and making these really intense patterns. They were moving frantically and were twisting and swirling. I was so fascinated by the sky that I stood motionless at the backdoor for 5 minutes or so, marvelling at the sky. C and I headed out the door to go canoing over to Seashore State Park once we gathered all the things we would need. While we were heading down our street with the canoe on our cart, there was A FUCKING FIRETRUCK IN THE ROAD. The lights were blinking in random patterns and it was incredibly shiny and just blew me away. We walked right by it and were within a foot of it, and I got to look at all the controls on the side and everything. C and I were both laughing and were excited that we had this rare opportunity. The firetruck was idling and sounded like a big cat purring.

We looked at all the trees and everything looked different, yet the same. The trees were so vibrant and detailed. Colors were bold and the weather was beautiful. Soon we reached the boat launch and we were off. At this time we were about 4 hours or more into the trip, but past what I would consider the peak, which happened while I was listening to The Beatles and was drawing in R's room. The water immediately caught my attention and it looked like wine in a green bottle. Even though I have been canoing in that bay many times before, this felt like it was entirely new. C and I began to talk about the role of the individual in the world, and about how we felt like little organisms on this big creature called Earth. Maybe we were supposed to be helping out the Earth, in the same way that white blood cells help our human body, so that the Earth remained a thriving place for all life. I began to feel like I was part of this big system, and it felt incredible.

After canoing along for a while we reached the end of the park, docked the canoe, and headed to this secluded meadow. We climbed a tree and shared a pipe of grass. This would mark the farthest reach of our trip and from then on would be our return home. The stillness and quietness that I experienced was relaxing and just what I needed.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 58319

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Dec 22, 2008	Views: 5,886

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		 DOSE:

		 1 glass
		 oral
		 Alcohol - Beer/Wine
		 (liquid)

		 3 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   68 kg

Felt the Universe

(written after one month after the trip)

(Poor English)

I met it on March 2006, at Soulclipse Psychedelic Trance Festival in Turkey. Actually that trip to Turkey and all March was full of strange and important events in my life. First was Mushroom, then Festival with Psychedelic music and lot of news. Frankly, all the experience that night was like I could have all them without any acid. Nothing especially interesting about that legendary molecule. Even more, I felt some discomfort and was listening to Infected Mushroom 2-hours performance very disappointed and quite far from the stage. Looks like it was not the time, or I was not ready or something else.

But the day came. Everything started slightly earlier. I was in Bakuriani and after all day skiing was sleeping like a child when my mobile rang at about 4 o’clock in the morning. Looked over very confused, and when I saw nothing but dressed sleeping friends, took the phone not to awake also them. Benefactor was calling from abroad and was extremely happy to make me wake up. I was not surprised and was also happy that woke up! Said he was going to bring Albert’s bike. I knew what he meant, said good night and slept again.

He came back in 1 week, but the event took place only after month. We did not plan anything and this could happen either the next day after his arrival or even never. We almost agreed to meet at some cottage and have interesting night. Sounds strange, is not it?

.. we entered the room. It was quite nice one: leather armchairs, low table, clear toilet, table was ready to use (plates, folks, glasses) and a bed where even a pretentious virgin could lose her chastity with great pleasure. We tidied up everything, everywhere put incense sticks, covered all the windows with towels and put bread (Georgian Shoti) and Georgian Red wine Saferavi on the table. Drank single glass, said toast for coming night and smoked some marijuana. It was about 6pm. After some talk about matter of life, we decided not to postpone more. Counted that by 2-3am we have to be humans again. Blotter has 5x5mm dimensions with smiling Sun pic on it. Took acid, drank some wine and continued talks about not materialistic but anyway quite real parts of the universe. The marijuana was doing its job but not intensively. Finally we took away all the sources of the light. The last he said was offer not to speak with each other, or in urgent cases only with telepathy. I did not pay much attention to his words but remembered well.

What happened then is difficult to express with words, even more difficult to read and understand. I think it’s almost impossible to express at all using the ways humans usually communicate. I’m not sure if somebody will read it, I suppose I wrote it for myself, not to forget something. But perhaps it will take long even for me to understand and remember what happened. From the other hand, it’s impossible to forget! Very strange, I can’t touch the main topic so long time, like I can’t bear to write it in words. Maybe I’m afraid to make mistakes, and the remember the mistakes.. but I believe, fear is good force.

When we switched off the lights I felt very alone. Marijuana effects were wearing off. I’ve read much about the FEAR and some BAD feeling while initialization but, felt nothing like this. The only feeling was expectation. Was looking at chequered towel, hanging on the window and thinking about hallucinations seen in films (for instance “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”) but nothing was happening yet. While waiting I could not notice anything, but as I realize now (maybe even mistakenly) speed of thoughts fastened impossibly. I was thinking maybe 10, 20, 1000 times faster than normally. I was thinking on very many things and all these were leading me to somewhere very strange and unknown. This process I realized lately, but in that moment it was like light dream.

Suddenly I “woke up” in a little piece of a second and this where I was going to was just before my eyes or a brain!! As I know this feeling is often called like understanding of matter of life, discernment, insight. I can’t say I felt exactly this, but it was not too far away. Maybe I’ll never be able to express this in exact words, but for that time it was expressed in: “I know everything” and “I recalled”. This feeling was very different then every other, even hard to call it feeling. So it’s difficult for me to compare with something but if it’s necessary I can say that I could touch it(!), exactly touch! It was the realest thing I’ve ever seen or felt. I was confused, could not understand what was happening, but it was really known for me. I tried to remember and “I recalled”.

As I found out in that moment, I had the same feeling before, at least 3 times! I did not know this before, or better so say, I did not remember. From these 3 moments one is clear: it was using magic mushroom, but this is another story. Only now I understood why I did not write report about mushroom trip – I did not remember almost anything.

Another one was with Hashish (NB.: In the first version of this Trip report I did not remember anything about the second moment, but only after 6 months recalled it while another acid trip). And the third one (or to say the first) was most interesting and frankly to say I remembered it ok. I’ll explain exactly:

When I was about 7 and was playing with neighbor children in the yard, I fell on the ground and hit my head. For several minutes (4-5) I passed away. When I regained consciousness I found myself running up on the stairs of some block. I was already on 6th or 7th floor and frightened children were chasing me. This was not a dream, as my family knew this story. For almost 20 years I did not know, where I was and what I was doing during that several minutes. Only with acid I understood, or recalled. Again, “understanding” or “recalling” is only approximate meaning of that real feeling or knowing. By the way this story I recalled even during mushroom trip, but maybe I was not ready for that information by that time and forgot about that. After this the word “recall” (but only in Georgian) got very special meaning for me. Even when I say that word I can feel something unknown and very unusual very very close, but can’t touch or see it.

Another expression of that grand feeling, as I said was that I “knew everything”. Now I really can’t say what that means but by that moment I really KNEW EVEYTHING. After I realized this some processes started, maybe not so important but they existed. Immediately I’ve started to think how I’ll tell about this great discovery to others, was trying to remember everything using usual ways (for instance, sent sms saying “I know Everything”). When I started writing sms, only then realized that I was not alone. He said: “Without phone” like he could read my mind. But then I thought activities like that were losing time. I concentrated my mind and started learning this new world, which was surprising every next second. That two feelings (“I recalled' and “I know everything”) were with me all the time. But I’ve used to them like breathing.

By the way only once I remembered to check my pulse and found my heart not beating! But it was ok, I was not frightened even a bit. I was trying not to pay attention to visual and acoustic hallucinations that were accompanying all the process, all the time. By sms sending time the next day I found it was 2 hours passed after getting acid. Visual hallucination were both with open eyes (shadows transforming into strange beings, living things, moving pictures) and with closed eyes (fantastic patterns, moving in 3 and more dimensions). Music also was there, very low voice but all the time.

I’ve dreamed to see and hear hallucinations like this before, but that moment I decided it was wasting time and tried to understand everything. I knew that I knew everything about god and universe, or exactly to say I knew “how”, but did not know “why”! Why I’m here, what’s the sense in this, Why this exists. Soon I realize It was impossible to understand by that time and concentrated on other things. Soon some fear came to me: How do I look in normal world? Everybody supposed to think I’m insane and from that normal view I was really insane and thought it would not be good to stay insane forever, even for that other people. Suddenly some vision about madness appeared.. who knows, maybe it’s my future:

I was sitting in a little room with white walls, dressed in strait-jacket, with my back to window, was 40-50 years and knew I was insane (don’t know exact disease). I could hear street voices from outside, but could not see anything and I knew I was patient in psychiatric hospital. The events happening in real time (in 2007) were my lucid memories and I was recalling them with regret. What would happen if I had not gone to that cottage that windy winter night?? Would I have been here? Would I be insane or maybe I could have family like others, have job.. AND WHAT WAS BETTER??? Several times I was frightened and confused while trying to find out in which reality I existed. Was it reality, my (or other’s?!) memory, dream? It was really difficult to orientate between these variants.

One moment I decide always to come “here” and “now” when I’ll be in the same state as that time. So to say to make meet several “me”-s from time and space. But then I thought if I do like this, than several “me”-s from different times have to be here now and I did not know which “me” have to “wake up” “today” and go back to “this” reality. So I declined this idea rapidly.

Another moment I was my father. I was standing in the middle of the room in his specific manner, smiling and looking at myself like my father does sometimes. Only in his skin I realized how he loves me and my brother. It was like stimulus to wake up. Long time has gone already and we lit a candle. Light was disturbing, and I blew out it again. Hallucinations were still existing but not so intensive. When also they weakened we again lit the candle, drank some wine and ate bread. I’ve never eaten bread like that before. It was not just taste, it was, maybe alive?! What about the wine, for some time it brought effects back. Interesting it anybody else experienced wine effect like this, or only Georgian Saferavi can do like this?

The next hour we were coming back. Hallucinations still existed and once I thought that I could stay in this state forever. But now it was ok with it and I’d have done it with great pleasure. By 2am we went to night club and were dancing on some minimal tech-house in really not-minimalistic way. by 6am we decided to go to Gudauri, but soon changed mind and by 7am I was at my parents home.

Half an hour I was trying to sleep but because of flashlights in my eyes it was really hard. Light was the same with open or closed eyes so I even though I was blinded. But then I went asleep. After that I can feel the same sense or knowledge very close and try to make my dream real – to go to that other world with no help of any acids, mushroom or somebody else. By this moment I did not succeeded much, maybe it’ll take much longer then I think.

Now I know: Our world is not only what we see and hear, or just think that we see and hear. There are lot of magic around us and no acid is needed to see that. I don’t know why but, we close our eyes when all these magic appears. And as it exists all the time, we are blind and dumb. We think there’s no need to see sunrise, as the Sun anyway will come and we can see it whenever we want. I was trying to see sunrise during 3 months, woke up early (in Georgia the Sun comes about 3-4 hours before working hours start) about  15 times, and only after that deserved to see it. But we don’t realize that one day the Sun won’t come up for us.

February 21th, 2007

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 65436

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 3, 2009	Views: 6,925

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   78 kg

I am a male 18 years old of average body weight. I have always been interested in mind altering substances. To this day I have only experimented with alcohol, marijuana and now LSD. Nowadays I no longer use marijuana however I still drink alcohol fairly often. Up until recently I never had or knew of a way to purchase something like LSD, I suppose it always seemed to me as one of the hard drugs.

Recently a friend of mine, who I do not see that often anymore, announced that he could get LSD. Of recent times he has been right into experimenting with many new drugs other than alcohol and marijuana, due to this he had acquired a lot of new contacts and now knew of someone who could get him LSD. Naturally when I heard this news I was very keen to get some, as I have always been particularly interested in the psychedelic side of drugs. Anyway I purchased one blotter tab of him for $20AU, to me this seemed fairly expensive. But never having purchased it before I didn’t really know what to expect and it wasn’t much money to try something new that I had been wanting to try.

I was amazed by the size of one dose, it really is tiny. It was a little piece of coloured paper wrapped in foil. I had also heard that it was important to keep LSD in the freezer to preserve it so this was also done. On the day I decided take the dose I’d had a fairly late night the night before and was slightly hungover from drinking. I am sure this had a negative effect on the experience. I arrived home in the morning at about 10:00am and took the tab at about 10:30am along with a few toasted sandwiches and juice. I have recently heard that juice can make LSD more potent but was not aware of this at the time. This may be a rumor I’m not sure, it doesn’t seem to make much sense.

Anyway after taking the dose and eating breakfast I headed up stairs, I started watching TV to fill in time as I knew I would have to wait a while for it to set in. After about 30mins I began to feel a slight change in thinking patterns but just assumed it to be my imagination at this stage. About 5 or 10mins after that, I began to notice little things changing, if I really started at my curtains I they would ripple slightly but nothing special at all. Throughout this time my stomach seemed very gassy and often made gurgling sounds so I could tell that it was being absorbed. Realising that it was just beginning to come on I turned off the lights, lay on my bed and put on interesting melodic music.

After another 10mins I began to find myself staring at my curtains and could now see clearly that they were moving. They were moving as a whole thing, almost as if they were attached to a board and this board was being rocked forwards and backwards. I then began to notice my sheets and if I let my vision run they began to resemble some sort of skin. When I saw this I new that the LSD was starting to take more of an effect, so got up and sat at my computer and became fascinated with my desktop background. It is a 3D computer generated picture that starts out bright in the middle then darkens off on the outsides and allover it there is sort of like a network of wormlike structures with brighter parts to them. Normally it is an interesting looking picture but now the wormlike structures were beginning to squirm about the screen, particularly at the brighter spots.

Suddenly I noticed one of my walls, this wall is brown and the lower part of it is fairly dirty from peoples hands touching it. The finger marks appear a whitish sort of colour against the brown wall. When I looked at these marks they spread right up my wall and onto the ceiling but they were no longer just marks they resembled a sort of Asian script. But if I put my ear against the wall and looked at them side on, they appeared to be raised off the wall but now it was just a foggy looking haze that now flowed down off the wall at a very fast pace. It was like watching fog get blown into a valley if you have ever seen this happen.

All of a sudden what was happening sunk in, it was amazing, everything in my house was incredible to look at, to touch! I then couldn’t stop smiling as I ran around the house like an idiot feeling and looking at different things, each one just as amazing as the next. Soon I found myself looking at all our pictures on the walls. One painting in particular, well two they are meant to be put together and were sold as a set. The sides that face each other are a rich yellow with blots of red and the outer sides indiscernible people shaped patterns each a different colour. Staring at these paintings was amazing as the once stationary red blots were now jumping between the pictures with amazing trails. I could not stop it happening, relaxing or concentrating my eyes did nothing, it was just how I saw it.

Other less stimulating pictures would appear far away only to race up towards my eyes and become what appeared to be about 5 times larger than they were when I first looked at them. The other amazing thing was when I found the mirror in my bathroom, it was me but then again it wasn’t. Imagine a thousand photographs of your face are taken from the front but each one at a slightly different angle, left, right, up, down. Then play all the shots back to yourself at about five every second and that is how I saw myself in a mirror. It was interesting but a tad unnerving at the same time.

My sense of touch was as heightened as my sense of sight, it felt as though my I could keep pulling off my skin as I pinched myself. I amazingly could pinch myself as hard as I possibly could and would not feel any pain. It was as though I was encased in a layer of dough. As well as my own skin, my dogs fur felt pretty amazing in-between seeing him turn into a wolfish looking creature and then appear as himself. The colour of his fur would change colour uniformly as if adjusting the hue of a picture on a computer screen, by now it had been about 2 hours since it took the LSD. I was feeling very different but it still knew where I was and what was going on and I still had a good 4 or so hours until anybody would come home. I figured that it wouldn’t come on anymore and I would be fine by about 3:00pm.

But while walking around the house I felt a sudden kind of jolt or something in my head, like my consciousness had periodically been jerked out of my head, all of a sudden I didn’t really know where I was and no longer felt with it. All my hearing had become muffled and strange so I sat down and felt a bit better. Then it happened again but stronger this time, it was then I realised what I’d got myself into. I turned the heating off and went to my room, closed my curtains and got into bed. Strangely enough I felt far more sane with my eyes closed. I spent the next hour in this position freaking out, I was panicking as my mum would be home in about 2 hours and I didn’t know how long I would be like this for. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to hold down a conversation and not let on that I was fucked.

I drifted in and out of what felt like consciousness, gibberish persistently echoed around my head in this scratchy old sounding English accent??! My heart was racing and I nothing was as it seems, the walls of my room were convulsing and pulsating, periodically the whole room would appear to tilt on a 45 degree angle. Still realising that this is was in fact just the LSD and that it would eventually go away, I just put up with it and shut my eyes. It may not have been an all that unpleasant experience if no one was going to be home in a few hours. I would probably have had loosened up a bit and not been in such a state. But at the time I kept thinking why have it taken this? Will I ever be normal again? I missed normality. But that’s were I was and I had to deal with it, it did get quite terrifying at times and I shuddered to think that this was only one tabs work and couldn’t imagine what taking five or something tabs would be like. Not getting any better I figured I’d put on the TV again, this did wonders as I would have a few seconds at a time where I knew what was going on. Then just a quickly as I’d recover my consciousness would be ripped from the side of my head again.

At about 2pm two friends came round to see me, this turned out to be very fortunate as one of them had used LSD before and had experienced all this. She was able to reassure me that it would wear off eventually and just to relax. While her boyfriend kept me entertained (and conscious) with stupid comments, as he likes to do. The three of us sat in my room watching TV and I’d have snippets of conversation with them in my more sober moments. This was great as I had people to re assure me and some company, I began to feel better again. Despite this I was still tripping incredibly and my room was still bending and bowing uncontrollably, which I still found it fairly disconcerting as my mum was going to be home within the hour.

My mum did come home within that hour and came straight to see me and who I had over, I just said I was very hungover and she went away and didn’t bother us anymore. I was lucky she didn’t ask too many questions as I would be unable to provide much of a coherent answer. Another hour went by and the three of us just continued to chill out as we had been doing afternoon. Then almost as quickly as I had realised that I was tripping, I felt extremely spacy but sober and like my brain had just run a marathon. Suddenly I was capable of conversing without my consciousness deserting me. I could walk straight and the room stopped rotating. The drug was far from gone but it never returned as it did earlier that day. Surfaces still swam when stared at and the Asian script was still in full view but the high was just fun now, not too intense.

Soon after this happened my friends when home and I was extremely thankful that they came along. Then a good 2 hours after that I went out for a walk in the cool evening, the sky was clear and the fresh air was fantastic. Looking up at the stars still provided me with flashes of colour and the lights in the valley looked brighter and their colours were much more intense. I basically was myself again but was just feeling very spacey and mellow, not a bad feeling really. I pondered the day’s experience very deeply on the walk, I felt extremely mentally drained but very relaxed. It was a truly incredible experience but wasn’t something to be taken lightly, not like have a few tokes or a couple of beers to relax, it was something pretty heavy. It was like the classic drug scene from movies, the hallucinations were unbelievable. I can’t say I was having debates with posters on my walls or flying gracefully down the stairs of my house on the back of a unicorn but you catch my drift.

The experience opened my eyes amazingly to what the mind could do if provided with the right ingredients. I would definitely do LSD again and definitely in the company of others I trust. I think I will be waiting a while to do so though, I can tell that something like that is not good for my brain and it should be allowed a fair bit of time to recover.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 55069

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jan 5, 2009	Views: 9,656

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LSD (2) : General (1), Difficult Experiences (5), First Times (2), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   155 lb

Two friends and myself were in the second day of our camping trip.  The night before our LSD trip we camped in a very minimal amenity campground in a forest filled with palms, ferns and other sub tropical plants in central Florida.  That first night we had quite a wonderful session with marijuana, quite possibly the deepest high I have ever attained smoking weed.  So deep at times it was uncomfortable and bordered on unpleasantness, but overall still a good time.  The next day we woke with the sun, and cleaned up our mess from toasting 10,000 culinary masterpieces over the campfire.  Well, toast with cheese on it, but hey, it was delectible at the time.  We finished packing up the tent, cooler, and decided where we should go next on our open ended voyage.  We decided Flagler Beach sounded nice.

Arriving at Flagler, we were the only 'tent campers', everyone else had RVs. Flagler is an Atlantic beach with a deep blue water.  The sand is actually made of crushed shells and has an orange tint to it.  The waves that day ranged from 2 to 5 feet.  We had some lunch and walked around the beach for about half an hour.  Upon coming back to our campsite my friend Z pulled out his LSD wrapped in aluminum foil.  This was my first time and I was honestly a little hesitant.  I had been reading about LSD for some time and was very interested in what it had to offer.  I asked my other friend R if he was going to do it to which he responded by sticking out his tongue with 2 blotters already in his mouth (his first trip also).  So, I placed my single hit on my tongue.

We just kinda sat at our campsite for about five minutes doing nothing when we decided to go down to the beach.  We put sunscreen on and all of that good stuff, and brought a huge frisbee down to the beach and did normal beachy things, running around, wading and such.  I wasn't feeling much of anything, but I was feeling anxious and ready for my trip to start.  It came on slowly, but the first thing I noted was that I couldn't stop smiling.  It was great!  Everything was just peachy, and I couldn't stop laughing at seemingly mediocre jokes.  Out of nowhere in the middle of the smilefest, it hit me.

I was staring at my friend's face, with his immense grin showing all teeth, and his face seemed to consume every ounce of my attention.  I was standing about 8 feet away from him, but his face took my entire field of vision.  His eyes had a rich liveliness to them, especially the iris, a wonderful light shade of brown.  I kept saying to my two tripping companions, 'This is nothing like I expected.  I could have never imagined it would have felt this way.'  I was absolutely fascinated with my mode of thinking.  It was completely detached from logic, I was introduced to a completely new spectrum of feelings.  These feelings simply are not describable, and differ completely from anything I have previously experienced.  The sand was made of crushed shells and had a bright orange hue that seemed to glow.  I got on my knees and inspected the sand and had a strange ability to 'zoom in' on what I was looking at.

I looked into the sky which was the deepest, purest blue I had ever seen.  This blue was accompanied by turquoise swirls between the whispy incredibly detailed clouds.  By now, I was at my peak and communicating my thoughts was terribly difficult.  The best I could come up with in trying to convey my experience after much thought was, 'This is a lot different than it normally is.'  Upon hearing this, my friends and I all laughed and intuitively we all knew that what we were all feeling was beyond what language could facilitate.  The most popular phrases amongst us that day were, 'There is so much going on!'  'Everything is so huge' and 'This is sooo intense'.  I know, pretty limited.  As a sidenote, none of these words give justice to the splendor of my experience.

My peak must have lasted about 3 hours, and hundreds of tiny events and happenings made my experience.  At times I got paranoid of people, thought I might be dead, and could not get over the magnitude of the waves. I had a minor ego seperation, and would say things like, 'My body is cold, but I am not.'  Eventually we decided to go back to camp.  Upon walking up to the camp, we all realized how much the tide had come in.  Perhaps fifteen feet closer to our camp than before.  Our camp was in a safe spot however.

After coming down from my trip, me and my buds had conversations about nearly everything. The best part was a strange self assurance that everything is okay.  This thought still permeates my life daily, as simple as it is.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 55496

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Feb 24, 2009	Views: 10,876

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


		 DOSE:

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   55 kg

I’m standing in a room the size of a warehouse, dark and crowded with bodies shimmering with energy that will soon turn to sweat and cheers.  I feel waves of excitement through my body – is it from the chemicals inside of me or the tension of a crowd of people nursing cheap beers and trying not to stare expectantly at the empty stage?  The room goes black, a collective yell comes from our throats, both primal and civilized at the same time.  And then our noise is eclipsed by drums, guitars, synths, and a voice like liquid meets velvet, like wine.  My body shakes, my toes tap, my head nods, my energy radiates outward and mingles with that of the people around me.  I can feel an involuntary grin spread across my face – the music, the energy, the acid surging through my veins, it all brings me closer to bliss.  I turn to J to see if he feels it and can see it in his smile, in the ways his eyes glow a bit brighter, in the movements of his body.

Before long I desire some distance from the sweaty energy of the alcohol saturated crowd, and I also want to actually SEE the show, enjoy the colors and appreciate the artistry of the band, which my mere 5’1” stature won’t allow.  So we zig and zag through a maze from the floor to the side balcony and find a secret vantage point where we can watch the mass below without being consumed by it.  As I allow the band to transfix me with music and lights, I surrender to the retreat into my own mind.  Sensorily, I’m here, watching and hearing and feeling a Wolfmother concert at the T Theater.  But psychologically I’m in my own reality – and it occurs to me that we all are, from the girl who must be crushing her poor boyfriend by perching atop his shoulders, to the crowd surfer pumping her fists as hand after hand grazes her body, to the middle-aged woman bopping cheerfully in the aisle beside me, to my dreadlocked tripper buddies nodding their appreciation of the entire spectacle.  I flow with it.

The music explodes in my ears, the brightly-colored lights are both beautiful and confronting.  They almost crash into my eyes but I don’t want to look away, instead I smile and relinquish control to the sensory overload.  I feel the power coming from the stage, watch the rest of the crowd equally transfixed in their own way.  And yet I’m relieved when the song mellows, when more subtle, fluid noises warble from the synth and gently vibrate my ear drums.  I am aware of my brain again.  It is sharp and smart, I can see everything clearly.  I can see my weaknesses and I can see the truths that make them bearable.  I want to tell my sober self so she can have some peace, I only wish that she will someday understand.

The journey continues.  I don’t know for how long, is there any time on an acid trip?  And then it’s over.  The music climaxes, the crowd surges, the energy peaks.  Wolfmother have gone and the lights come on and we have to deal with reality.  Get out of the concert hall, try not to grin too much at strangers, find my friends, make our way home.  We attempt to collect ourselves and start to walk in the direction of the city, looking for a taxi.  My legs are weightless and I can’t feel the cold, I want to walk until dawn.  But the speed and the headlights of the zooming cars are jarring, and finally we climb into one and ride to the embrace of home.  With trance cranking on the stereo, a book of Alex Gray paintings to transfix me, and my friends beside me on the couch, I can drift calmly through my altered reality.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 54727

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Mar 25, 2009	Views: 7,533

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LSD (2) : General (1), Glowing Experiences (4), Music Discussion (22), Club / Bar (25)


		 DOSE:

		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   11 lb

It was the early 90's, and for the first time I had moved out of home. I was living with three friends in a rented house in southern England. The 'rave/acid house' culture was in full swing and I was not really part of it. The music meant nothing to me and the kind of people who seemed to frequent the illegal parties that my friends attended, were certainly not my crowd. I was 22 years old, and some may say quite old to be experiencing acid for the first time. The drug was always taken in our house on a Friday or Saturday night. Paper trips (blotters) seemed to be the only available acid. I didn't see a 'dot' for another year or so.

It was on my fifth trip - taken for the fifth week in a row - that things went bad. So far my experiences had been good, and I couldn't see how it could ever be bad. I had not taken into account how important it was to be in the 'right mood' when taking the stuff. On this particular weekend, it was only me and one other friend tripping. Everyone else had been drinking heavily, and smoking pot all day. They didn't want to trip. This should have been enough to make me think twice about doing it on this occassion. The social factor was absent.

I took two blotters and found myself 'coming up' very quickly, far quicker than usual. Within one hour I was feeling anxious. I tried playing board games, watching TV, as if trying to find a reality anchor to hold my sanity in place! My tripping companion was missing! I couldn't find him anywhere in the house and this increased my anxiety. I felt I could not relate to anybody else at the time. With my heart pounding I stepped into the garden. I called into house for someone to come and talk to me, feeling very self concious. One of my friends appeared at the garden door. 'You feeling ok?' he asked, the concern in his face was etched in like a stone carving, the lines on his forehead exagerated by the drug. 'No' I replied 'I think I'm drowning' It was at that point I looked skyward, and the dark blue sky suddenly became water. It was as if I had put the idea of drowing into my own head, by making what had been a fairly flippant remark. As I inhaled my lungs seemed to fill with water. I was gripped in terror as I gasped for air and fell to my knees. My friend caught me saying 'Whoa! You're NOT drowning Warren! You're NOT under water. Get your breathing under control. Nice and slow' It took me about five minutes - with his support to achieve this.

By this time, the visuals were really kicking in. Nothing would stay still, and the inside of the kitchen seemed to be crawling with life. Insect life. The whole house was filthy anyway, and I was later told that two moths had been flying around the kitchen light, giving the impression of insect infestation and general chaos and disorder in what, I was very aware, was my home. The state of the place seemed to reflect my state of mind and compound my despair.

Slowly returning to the kitchen, I was handed over to another friend. It was apparently his shift to get me under control. I still had no idea where my friend 'D' was (the other tripper) My new 'councellor' decided to help me up to my room, whereupon he ordered me to lie down. He put some music on and talked to me calmly, but as he sat at the end of my bed and talked, all the stripes on his tee shirt came away from the shirt and circled his head, like the rings of Saturn! I remember saying 'Oh Jesus, oh Jesus!' over and over again. I managed to calm down when Holsts 'Venus, bringer of peace' started playing on the CD my friend had put on.

Finally I managed to make it back downstairs, and eventually bumped into my fellow tripper at last. 'How's it going?' I asked. He smiled nervously 'Not good, but it's past its peak now' At that moment there was a massive connection between the two of us. We had shared something, despite being apart, and had now come together again in this acknowledgement that all had not been good...but would be ok again. I can not describe the relief. The come down from thereon was scerene, and we both vowed not to trip again. As it happened we did, but it was never the same.

Exp Year: 1992	ExpID: 55057

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Apr 9, 2009	Views: 9,314

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LSD (2) : Bad Trips (6), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 20 g
		 oral
		 Banisteriopsis caapi
		 (tea)

		   T+ 0:00
		 8 capsls
		 oral
		 Banisteriopsis caapi
		 (ground / crushed)

		   T+ 0:40
		 300 mg
		 oral
		 DMT
		 (extract)

		   T+ 2:30
		 2.25
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

Recently my friend and I had a free weekend together and decided to make the most of it. We both have dabbled with a good variety of intoxicants, and in particular enjoy psychedelics.

I brewed 40g of powdered Banisteriopsis caapi, doing two washes and then combining the liquids and boiling them down into volume around the size of a double shot. This would be split evenly between us, we would be ingesting 20g of extracted caapi juice. We also took 8 ‘00’ gel caps of caapi powder, to ensure that we would be MAOI’d up to the max, even if the brewing was slightly botched. Surprisingly little caapi is needed for a potent MAOI effect in this manner.

40 minutes later we ingested around 300mg – a filled ‘00’ gel cap – of what I can say with some confidence is some very pure, good quality DMT, extracted from Mimosa hostilis root bark. The extract is white and clearly crystalline in appearance, and is potent enougth to produce impressive effects when smoked from a glass pipe.

We had the house pretty much to ourselves, and relaxed in the living room awaiting the on coming trip. I had cleaned the house and got everything ready so both the set and setting were optimal.

Around half an hour later I started to notice subtle, yet at the same time very detailed visuals, and a feeling like I was immersed in warm water. Around this time my friend had to purge. Around 5 minutes later, I also had to purge. The nausea suddenly came on intensely, I noticed my heart was beating a lot harder, and I had an incredibly intense electric feeling in my head. It was definitely time to purge! The purging was remarkably easy and hassle free, and I felt good to rid myself of my stomach contents, and enter the next phase of the trip.

I went back downstairs to find my friend lying on the floor near the downstairs toilet in a semi conscious state. While sitting next to him, I noticed how the visuals increased rapidly from simple patterning to intense visual patterning. DMT visuals are in a league of their own-extremely detailed, down to an almost molecular level-in this respect other psychedelics simply seem crude by comparison.

After I while I suggested we go and lie down in bed. We had both been quite literally knocked off our feet. There was no gradual, levelled coming up stage like other psychedelics-it wet from minor peripheral visuals and feelings, to purging, and then – BAM- we were in hyperspace. We both remarked that this was a level of intensity in quite a different order of magnitude to any other. DMT is a step up in terms of raw, uncensored POWER. It demands respect.

The start of the trip was quite an introverted time, and we both felt completely caned in a weird way, and far from high. But, at the same time for the both of us, a switch seemed to flick, and the trip shifted gears. All the feelings of uncomfortable-what have we got ourselves into-where the hell is this going to take us disappeared and we both felt completely filled by beautiful, cosmic light, and for the lack of a better word, and words in this territory are flawed - love.

My friend was in complete and utter awe and was constantly trying-and failing I might add-to put into words, just how unbelievably incredible the experience was. For me the experience was around the same intensity of recent smoked DMT experiences (from the same batch of extracted DMT). At times my friend was even reduced to tears-of joy-at some point. My friend is a seasoned tripper, and to see him brought to his knees so profoundly was quite a revelation in itself. He also described-while laying on the floor by the toilet earlier in the trip-having entity contact, and while so much was going on making it hard to remember it appears these entities had similarities to some of the Ancient Egyptian gods-half animal, half human. This was interesting as I’ve read similar occurrences on other ayahuasca experiences, and indeed Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics bear a striking resemblance to some DMT imagery. The Ancient Egyptians, basically viewed life as a training ground for death and the afterlife. This links in to theories about DMT released when you die. Anyway, there was much fodder for thought in the sober days following this trip.

We both noticed an interesting effect – the experience, while powerful – seemed slightly synthesised. This was very interesting to me. Despite DMT being the most natural drug in the world-a brain hormone required and produced in normal, healthy metabolism, we could both clearly detect that this DMT had been chemically extracted, as opposed to drinking proper ayahuasca prepared by a shaman. Next time I plan on brewing ayahuasca properly to see how the experience compares.

This experience was not recreational – even taken in this fashion, it was much more of a medicine than a drug – both the caapi and the DMT - and they demand considerable respect.

The trip didn’t last long, and began to tail off rapidly around 2 hours after dosing on the DMT. While on the trip, there was a very strong anti drug message for the duration of effects. We both like our ganja, but we both had absolutely no desire to indulge whatsoever. There was also a strong anti alcohol message. The next day I had a small glass of cider, but could barely finish it, it really wasn’t what I wanted. And I do enjoy a drink now and again. But this message was clear, and has indeed carried through – I don’t drink much these days, and when I do it is not to get really drunk. I am more aware these days that when I’m drunk I’m simply poisoned – alcohol has taken a much lower rung on the ladder of desired intoxicants. I do enjoy weed however, but my use of this has also diminished, to the point where I can have a large bag of homegrown blueberry in my drawer and not have an urge to smoke it. Ganja no longer occupies my mind to the same extent as it did before.

When this trip started to wind down, we each dropped 2 and a quarter blotters of acid. I have found DMT and LSD to mix nicely – LSDMT – when used in ayahuasca, combination style, or smoking DMT having reached a plateau on an acid trip.

This trip was excellent. I’m not sure if it as the effects of MAOI’s or residual DMT, but the resulting trip felt especially clean and pure, and the detail on the visuals was incredible. The feeling of the come up reminded me a lot of good MDMA, back in the days when I indulged.

We went for a walk in the woods during the night, both of our night visions being severely impaired. The plants were all humming with energy fields, and the leaves on the ground all arranged into incredibly vivid fractal patterns. Just after sunrise we had an attempt at smoking DMT, which was largely a failure, although we both felt a change, and I noticed a certain DMTesque nature to the acid visuals for a while, and colours were incredibly intense. The sun was rising, which was a beautiful spectacle to behold, and I remarked how I had never noticed just how incredibly green the grass was on the lawn.

The trip was a resounding success, even better than we could have hoped for, but it did not come without side effects. We both noticed that we needed a great deal more sleep than usual, and would wake up still feeling tired, and it was hard to fall asleep early.

It took around a week to reach some level of normalcy again. A few times I would wake up during the night to spot DMT visuals. I’ve had this once before a while back, likely following ayahuasca experiences in Peru. However I’ve had this happen a few times recently. I definitely think that endogenous DMT is involved with the visions in dreams, and perhaps indulging in DMT, makes my brain slightly more sensitive to my own levels. This is just my theory, but I think I might be on to something.

DMT may be an ally to those interested in lucid dreaming, as I am. The feeling of ayahuasca is clear, yet dreamy. I recently had a dream where I suddenly had a feeling as though I was in a dream. This is unusual in that usually, a trigger is required, such as reading something, looking away and finding it has changed, or seeing a mythical beast – like a hybrid between a giraffe and a cow – that is just too ridiculous to exist. Not this time however, it was just a feeling. I remember looking out over rolling green fields, and in the air there were the same type of DMT visuals I see sometimes during the night! This is interesting as it is similar to some of Terrence McKenna’s experiences – sometimes in dreams he would dream he was smoking DMT and experience completely realistic effects, which is amazing enough. A few times though he would awake to find he was completely immersed in a DMT experience! This also suggests that DMT is involved in dreaming.

Caapi has changed. I often use a bit to potentiate mushrooms, and now I am much more prone to nausea and purging – often I’m not actually sick at all but the result of dry heaving is an immediate increase in visuals, feelings, and usually a vanishing of the nausea.

One final side effect I have noticed is a visual potentiation of one subsequent psychedelic experience (and my only one since). On 8 ‘00’gel caps of caapi, followed by 0.6g of dried ‘Hawaiian’ Copelandia cyanescens, and a tea brewed with a variety of fresh cubensis mushrooms, very soon after coming up I noticed that the intricate, molecular detail of the DMT was clearly present on this trop. I found this very interesting. Caapi followed by mushrooms is quite similar to ayahuasca in many ways, and psilocybin is 4-Ho-DMT, very similar to DMT. It seems like my brain may be slightly more sensitive to psilocybin following this experience. This is interesting, as I have read similar reports in Rick Strassman's ‘DMT: The Spirit Molecule’.

It is my opinion that ayahuasca is an ally and has a potential for healing beyond those of the other psychedelics. It also shows me there is another dimension near yet far that is definitely worth exploring for those who seek.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 67591

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 5, 2009	Views: 14,421

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 20 mg
		 oral
		 2C-T-7
		 (capsule)

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

		   T+ 3:00
		 10 mg
		 oral
		 2C-T-7
		 (capsule)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

-Introduction

I’ve been staring at this page for quite some time now only wondering where to begin this report. I have never been blown so far from reality as I was taken by 2c-t-7. This Experience would simply be impossible to replicate. Even, by the drug itself.

I guess I will start by giving a quick background as to who I am. I am 24, 5’10 and weigh approximately 150lbs. Although I have been smoking pot and doing mushrooms for years, I have only truly been in the psychedelic realm for about 6 months. However through the experiences I’ve had and the things I have tried in the past 6 months I feel I am far more experienced than most. Having tried many other substances on multiple occasions, such as: LSD, ketamine, 2c-b, mescaline, MDMA, mushrooms, marijuana, DXM, and a few others that have slipped my mind on this occasion; not a single one of them has given me an experience quite like 2c-t-7.

-The Build Up

It was approximately 7:45pm when I first took 2 10mg capsules of 2c-t-7. I was with a fairly large group of friends having a party in a cabin in the mountains. Let me explain this cabin and “party” so that you get an idea as to the magnitude of these parties we tend to throw every few months or so. The cabin was 2 stories had enough places to sleep at least 30 of us comfortably, most people in beds and a few on some couches. There was a pool table, ping pong table, foosball table and air hokey table, all inside. We brought a full DJ setup (Mixers, Speakers Lasers, lighting, fog machine, etc…)

About an hour had gone by and I was starting to notice the signs of its build up. Trails were starting to appear mildly, I started getting excited and a bit anxious as well. This feeling slightly grew gradually over the course of the next hour or so. Only to suddenly stop as if been blocked by a wall all the effects of the build up had gone and no signs of tripping of any sort were going on (or so I thought). Everyone who had taken the substance was feeling the same. We were beginning to think maybe it was a bad batch.

Just over 2 hours had past when a friend called me over and gave me a couple tabs of some low potency LSD, feeling I would be the person at the party who would appreciate it the most.  Little did I realize all the acid was going to do was unlock the doors to the dimensions I was about to be launched through. However, at this point I stopped getting annoyed with the fact that the t7 had failed to work and just let my night go where it wanted to take me.

I had kind of stopped paying attention to time at this point. However, about 3 hours (time approximation taken by the build up effects of the LSD starting to be felt) after my initial dose of 2c-t-7 (20mg) I was given another 10mg in hopes that I would then begin to feel the effects of this wonder drug. I had not yet realized at this time that the previous doses of t7, plus the LSD were simply placing my brain in a sling shot and pulling it back as far as they could preparing to launch me through multiple dimensions and off to another reality all in its own.

-The Journey

*The next part of this report will not be structured on a time basis; I can’t really recall the order in which the proceeding experiences took place. It will also be extremely difficult to try to put this part into words that can be understood. The things I experienced and went through were not only Intense but also taught me stuff about reality I do not know the proper terminologies for; and so I will do my best to describe them.

I can’t quite recall when I entered this alternate reality, when I noticed I was on the other side or how the build up was before it actually hit me. All I can recall is that one moment I was my normal self. The next I was in a world that worlds could not describe. I remember sitting on a couch staring off into nowhere watching the trails behind people when I noticed that these are not normal trails but precognitive trails. They were in front of all the moving objects, as I watch people and objects move into their trails. Only, to then see their trails follow behind them as well. At this point I was seeing the future, the present and the past all at the same time.

~Traveling Through Alternate Dimensions

-Realization of the 3rd Dimension

It took me a while to grasp the concept of what was going on in my head. I couldn’t understand how I was seeing the future of everything that was going to happen and in such vivid detail. At this point the only way I was able to accept what I was seeing is that I was no longer experiencing my trip, but was some where off in the future trying to recall what happened that night with vivid details.

I began to understand at this point that I was seeing the full potential of the 3rd dimension at full effect. Time itself is in fact the ability to process the 3rd dimension; although, it’s not just as simple as that. You have to understand what dimensions themselves are. In addition to understanding dimensions themselves you also have to understand what time really is. Most people would tell you time is the space between when 2 events occur. There is more to it than that. You have to understand why time exists in order to fully understand what time itself really is.

For example: If you were with a friend and your watches read the same time on them, then you were to freeze time and exist in this word for even just a minute then return to normal; what would you refer to that moment in which you experienced. Your friend would have not noticed this minute of existence even though your watches would now be 1minute apart. So what happened during this period in which you experienced time and your friend did not? Would it be true to say that time did not exist while you were there? Or simply that your friend and the entire existence of the universe simply missed this moment in time?

-The Creation of the Universe, the 3rd Dimension &amp; Its Purpose

To understand why the Universe was created you have to first think about having the power to know everything. If you know the present, the past and the future; you then know every thing that can and can’t happen. This is the second dimension. Now to step over from the 3rd dimension you have to ask yourself “What If?” Welcome to dimension 3.

To define “What If,” I will give an example: Take a coin, a coin has 2 sides to it; and so we will refer to this coin as the second dimension. Now flip the coin, it will land on either heads, or tails. But what if you were to flip the coin and a 3rd image appeared neither heads, nor tails. This is the “what if,” every possibility of every outcome other than what is already known.

Now that we know there is a 3rd possibility we must find a way to analyze and process every possibility. However, with limitless possibilities we need to create a new realm in order for them to take place, thus creating the 3rd dimension. With a new dimension, possibilities start happening, changing place, things constantly changing and playing out what may happen. Through calculations having taken place multiple times over and over eventually somewhere down the line the creation of mankind took forth. Now in order to make a conscious being able to understand the constant changes and analyze as to what is going on; the concept of time has now been created. Time, simply being the ability to recall the moment past in connection to the current moment happening.

Living in the 3rd dimension we think in a very 2 dimensional field. This is because we do not fully understand the 3rd dimension. When you plan out your day, you think about what you have to do, and often times it’s simply I can get this done today, or I can’t. However we rarely take into account; what is something unforeseen happens and screws up all my plans. We don’t often think of this because we can only see 2 sides of things; what is happening, and what has happened. Now in order to see the future you must remove yourself from the 3rd dimension and take a step into the 4th. Being in the 4th dimension you will now know what can and can’t happen, and all the possibilities as to what if something else entirely happened. Knowing this, time in the 3rd dimension no longer exists and you se every moment at once as a still image.

-The 4th Dimension and Beyond

The 4th dimension and any other dimension beyond that simply can not be processed by though it self as to our thought process is defined by the boundaries of the 3rd dimension. When in fact the 4th dimension has a completely different set of rules we could not begin to fathom the concept of this change because it beyond anything we can ever experience or alter.

To get an idea of these changes you have to throw out logic itself. Gravity, or any other force bound by a law of physics or logic can no longer exist. And if its presence is some how made in this dimension its effects will be completely different and can be altered by forces also unknown. We see time in this dimension as something that is constantly moving forward. But what if time were to move sideways?

How can time move sideways?  Imagine freezing any moment in time, or better yet, open a picture in photo shop, now adjust the color balance and watch the image change. Although it is in fact the same moment in time that the image is showing, changes are taking place. This is time moving sideways, the same can be done for sound as well by simply taking and sound and changing its pitch. This is the 4th Dimension.

~What Am I?

Having realized I was some how in a dimension at this point other than the 3rd, seeing the past the present and the future all at the same time. At this point I began to think that none of what was going on could be possible. This all had to be a dream. But this thought process from the other dimension was not that simple. What If maybe I was someone else entirely, this being a dream and all you are no longer limited to being yourself. Maybe I was someone else in the room recalling an event from another perspective. Maybe I am lying in a coma somewhere and all this is my pure imagination. I mean why not?

At this point I no longer know who I am. My mind starts to wonder, and with the acceptance of the concept that I may not even be the person I currently think I am who is to even say I am a person at all? Maybe I am a tree in the corner of the room. Of course I would know If I was a tree right? But imagine being an inanimate object: now for the first time ever you have a consciousness of reality and what is going on around you, however never being taught what anything is, you have to start defining what is what given in instant to take it all in. At this point you are creating and defining reality itself. Having no way to prove or disprove anything is possible.

We would then base judgment on the fact that there is no way I could be an inanimate object due to the fact that I would be stationary and could not roam the cabin as I was. However, if an object can have a conscious who is to say it can’t have an imagination as well? Now that we are giving this object an imagination we create dreams as well, or a subconscious. Being that we created this new rule to giving inanimate object consciousness, we must now begin to assume the powers of how strong this imagination is. Can an imagination be strong enough to over power reality itself? Maybe not in this Dimension, but that’s not where I was at the moment.

~Tripping (Visuals &amp; Sounds)

-Visuals

It’s hard to sum up what the visuals I was seeing were; everything was morphing colors and shapes, I could see people’s trails before them as well as behind. Walls were breathing, objects were melting patterns were forming and swirling as if life was being viewed through a kaleidoscope. I was able to see anything my mind wanted me to see, including people and object that were not there, everything had become translucent and I could see through people and walls. Or at least my imagination was filling in the “what might” be on the other side but visually it was as powerful as reality.

A few people asked me what my visuals were like, aside from explaining the intense trails I was seeing I could not bring to words what it is the visuals were like. This was unlike anything I’ve seen on LSD or even N,N-DMT. The only way I was able to describe what I saw for visuals was “I saw everything imaginable except for what was really happening all at the same time.”

-Sounds

Granted I was at a party with music blasting through my ears all night long and people being loud the whole night, I was able to pick out certain sounds and such which were not normal. The music sounded amazing, but the DJ who was performing was simply one of the best. I could depict certain laughter that was not of anyone there like little kids on a playground. I would also hear people yelling and talking as if in another room or far away and that would have simply been impossible to hear given the noise level of the music.

When the music was no longer going, I was able to hear an accumulative of everyone’s voice going at once, although it always sounded as if they were talking through a door. I was not able to make out what anyone was saying, only fragments of words. However I was hearing voices from friends in whom I had not been around at all also allowing me to realize that these sounds I was hearing were simply in my head.

-The Come Down

-The Morning

Around maybe 9am I was beginning to come back to reality. Although my mind was still working in loops I was again aware of whom I was and the visuals had mostly come to an end. Trails would still appear at random times and my vision would occasionally glitch. I could not sleep. I had been wandering around for a while at this point trying to find somewhere that would be comfortable to lie down and pass out. However, whenever I would find a spot, shortly after I would become uncomfortable, my mind would spin into another loop and I would be aggravated and get back up.

I couldn’t get comfortable any where I went, I went outside to smoke a cigarette and was calmed by the open environment and fresh air, but it was literally below freezing outside so I couldn’t stay out there too long. At this point I started becoming a bit irritable and annoyed with everything and the mess that was left behind. After a bit one of my friends woke up and we began to clean up the cabin this took away my restlessness and my anxiety, which was probably more so due to the fact that I had been awake for so long and just needed to distract myself.

-The Ride Home

It was approaching noon and we began our journey home. It would be about a couple hours till we got back to my house. I wasn’t really looking forward into being cooped in a car heading down windy roads till we got back. However the ride what very relaxing and I had no trouble staying awake for our journey home. We laughed and joked about all the things that went on last night. I was trying to explain what I had gone through on my journey to my friends when my phone started ringing from an unknown number. As usual I ignored the call. Then it rang again from another number, that was almost exactly the same, only 1 digit off. I made the joke to my friends saying it was the matrix calling to teleport me out. At that moment I thought maybe it was…

I got home fine, went inside, and immediately went to bed; it took me about 30 minutes or so to get fully comfortable, and with still hearing distant sound hallucinations it took longer than I thought to fall asleep. I slept for the next 16 hours comfortably, only to wake up refreshed with no problems, aches or pains at all.

-Summary

Over all I enjoyed the trip, Although looking back on it there were moments that were very intense and quite scary, during the trip I had no concept of fear itself and was never alarmed. It was very overwhelming and I don’t think it was an experience most people could handle looking back on things I wonder how I managed to handle it myself at points. I would not recommend 2c-t-7 to anyone who is trying to use a drug recreationally, but more so for someone who wants the experience and knowledge of completely shattering reality and learning from it. I would probably do it again some time. It is not something I would go looking for or do anytime soon. However, I enjoyed the journey, and knowing what I am getting myself into I may be able to further control the events that take place the next time and find ways to enjoy my trip even more. Maybe next time do it in an out door environment.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 76667

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 7, 2009	Views: 12,212

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		 DOSE:

		 1 hit

		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   140 lb

In 2004, my favourite friends and I spent a lot of time off our faces. Mostly it was just on weed, though occasionally we were able to lay our hands on some acid. We took it only very few times over the course of the summer, but the trips we had were some of the most beautiful and memorable of my entire drug-taking life.

There is something very special about tripping with people that you care deeply about. There is one night in particular, though, that will stay with me forever - not only was I in fine company, it was also a night of great self-discovery for me.

There were six of us. We were in our friend's band practice room. The tabs simply bore a red square bordered by white. The first few hours of the trip were pleasant but wholly unremarkable - the weirdness grew and grew until I was thoroughly outside of the metaphorical box and in tune with the surreal and child-like side of myself that I love so much. I recall spending quite some time watching a beetle crawling across the floor, and being absolutely mesmerised by the concept of an exoskeleton.

I also spent a good long while with an orange. Examining it in a way that I only ever really do when I'm tripping. Running my fingers over the skin, squeezing it gently, smelling it, digging my nails into it - it was as though I had never seen an orange in my life. I was absolutely enthralled with its perfectly spherical shape. I licked it, I tapped it, brushed it against my face and over my lips... everything I did was centred around getting an absolutely clear picture if what it is that oranges are all about. Peeling it took an awfully long time, but it was okay because time was nothing more than a harmless illusion anyway. And finally being able to pop a segment into my mouth.. slowly chew and feel it with my tongue, all the time marveling at the changes in flavour and texture, then at last to swallow... it was almost orgasmic.

I came to the conclusion at that point that oranges are nature's most perfect creation - and to this day I am still convinced that they're pretty fucking clever. The way they're designed and put together, they really are a bit special (and apart from the occasional satsuma I don't even like the bloody things!).

It was shortly after my little citrusgasm that I was hit by The Badness. At that time in my life, my depression was reaching its most severe. And at that moment I began to experience the most crippling low I can ever remember feeling. I dropped of my chair, crept into a little space in the corner, and fell into an almost catatonic blackness. I would have cried with despair had I any energy whatsoever. I became absolutely convinced that my whole existence was utterly pointless and insignificant. I didn't want to be alive any more.

Nobody else seemed to notice.

I don't know how long I was there, but eventually one of the others gently shook my arm and told me they were going on a mission - to walk into town (several miles down a country lane). I tried over and over to tell them I didn't want to go... in my head, I was ecstatic that they were leaving because it meant I would have the privacy I needed to kill myself. After a lot of persuasion, I was talked into going with them.

Standing up was so difficult that it physically hurt me. Trudging outside took only a few seconds but they lasted a lifetime.

As I stepped out into the warm morning air, suddenly every ounce of the depression lifted. The pain was gone. I looked around, everything looked so beautiful in the vague pre-dawn half light, and I smiled. Had I stayed inside and gone through with my plan, I would have missed this gorgeous moment. Each breath tasted sweet and each step filled me with a renewed energy.

The mission back into town on foot is a long one, but it felt like about 20 minutes. All of the plants, trees, fields.. everything natural was emitting a faint blue glow and the more I gazed over it all, the more it healed me and made me feel alive. I fell behind as the rest of the group went off ahead, and that was okay. I loved them all dearly, but I needed the semi-solitude to get through my little personal battle.

As we reached the town, I opted to head back home instead of going on to the castle. We said out goodbyes, and about ten minutes later I got back. It was about 5am. I made myself a big mug of coffee, cut a slab of chocolate cheesecake, and went and sat outside and watched the sunrise.

And as I sat there, drinking the nicest coffee in the world and eating the best goddamned cheesecake of my life, I watched the world wake up and I had one of those life-changing revelations that one often has on acid, but this one really did change my life.

It dawned on me that the reason the whole night had just been one big metaphor for my life. I'd had some fun, but because I'd slipped into my own little world and started ignoring everything around me I became depressed. It was the show of love and friendship from those around me that convinced me to get up and fight back, and it wasn't an easy thing to do but it made a huge difference and got me to where I needed to be.

At that moment, I finally saw the way out of my mental problems. And I knew it wasn't going to be easy, I knew it was going to be a long and painful road... but I also knew that I'd be okay at the end of it.

That was the first time in a lot of years that I started to see a light at the end of the tunnel. It was still a long time before I was able to say I'd recovered to any great extent, but since then I've always been able to think back to that night and know that everything would eventually come together.

Exp Year: 2004	ExpID: 61638

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: May 7, 2009	Views: 7,391

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		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 4 hits
		 sublingual
		 LSD

		   T+ 4:30
		 100 mg
		 oral
		 Pharms - Quetiapine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   138 lb

I have a good deal of experience with LSD and other mind-altering substances and have never once tried to intentionally stop a psychoactive with another medication.  This was my first time doing it, and the results were quite surprising.

T=0 I ingest 4 hits of quite strong LSD sublingually allowing them to move around for approximately 5 minutes before swallowing them.

T=2.00  I am having an excellent time, walking around in a park and eating ice cream, quite typical results from LSD, euphoria shifting distortions, time and perception change.

T=4.30  I realize I need to return home and wanting to discontinue my trip, I ingest 4 25mg pills of Seroquel which I had been prescribed about 7 months back.

T=4.45  My happiness is starting to get sucked away and is being replaced with feelings of fear and depression, the hallucinations/distortions  are even more pronounced and have taken on a less 'intelligent magnitude'.  I am seeing large color shifts in reality of my surroundings and a physical body load is getting very pronounced, riding my bike is no longer safe and I start to walk it back to my house.

T=5.00  I feel like shit and am experiencing temporary black outs,  movement is difficult and everything seems to have taken on a 'stupid' feel. Rather than having closed eyed visuals of fractal patterning mixed with mathematically irrational expressions, and exploded views of my mind with angelic tendencies, I now only see a single color.  Open eyed vision is heavily disrupted, yet my pupils have constricted back to what they would appear as when I'm sober.

T=7.00  Thank god the Seroquel's effects seem to be stopping, I still feel dumbed out, creative thinking is incredibly hard.

MORAL:  Seroquel did absolutely nothing to revert me back to baseline, although my pupils were no longer dilated.  I put a substance into my body I am in it for the long haul. I really hope they don't use this medication for people who are brought to the hospital suffering from intensely powerful trips.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 65108

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 26, 2009	Views: 38,824

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