Okay, so I'm smack-bang in the middle of a 300ug al-lad trip. Now, let me start off by saying that the last time I properly tripped were back in 90s, early 90s, before we all the internet. So, let me just say this - I've not tripped properly since I had those trips in the 90s, the early 90s, and there wern't computers, well there were computers, but we didn;t sit round them when we tripped, we went outdoors - and can I just say that I've just been outdoors and I heard sheep. Wait...I'm just gathering myself and having a swig of tea. Right, okay - it' okay now. What I meant to say - what I've been meaning to say is that this is the first time I've ever been on a computer when I've been tripping. So it's hard for me to take it...but this cursor trail, lol, just like the old hand action trails, or those nights in the woods, with the spike candles. hehe. Anyhows. The reason I got out of bed is to look at some porn and to find out if there was anything really going on because I just kept feeling these muscle spasms and there were no closed eye visuals and there really aren't any visuals. All the surroundings have that very 'present' here and now feel, you know, every commands its own existence, it's own rights, its own beauty, its own, what the fuck am I saying, everything is...isn't it. Actually, this cuppa is one of the best I've ever tasted.
So - al-lad. It doesn't dance around the same fire as acid, does it. I mean, I'm smiling and my awareness is acute, my senses are relatively overloaded, but it aint...spiritual enough. I mean, was it ever spiritual enough for me? I mean, come on, I used to love the animated bobbing of the lofty boughs in the preternatural dawn, but was that *really* spiritual, I dunno.
All I can say is - all that might answer my questions...is porn. That may be all there is that stands between me and ..I really don't know what stands on the other side. More porn? I dunno.
edit: I'm a twig
edit: t+ so long as was last. Fits of the giggles. okay, I've calmed down now, I'm not doing this kicks, I'm doing this for science. Just don't take me anywhere near reddit funnies and I'm doing this for science. bites lip. I'm not getting the same intricacies as acid. I mean, I could look into *any* piece of art and disappear into it for eons. This aint happening. I'm not rushing, I never felt a rush, no all-over-body euphoria. wait, what time did I drop? It was 11.15pm. Not sure where that puts me...I'd say, by the way feel now to how I did only a ew mim....ahh wait! Wait...now, this is when it starts messing with your head, see, because you think you're hitting a level and then... ahhhh...
still not getting the spirtual, though. I mean, cmon though, how was I going to get 'spiritual', when I jumped out of a relatively peaceful meditative state, to look at some porn.
edit: This is me signing off now because I feel like I'm making a duck of myself. But I hope it serves as an idea as to what you could get with 300ug.
conclusion: it *does* dance around the same fire as acid, but not nearly so close to the flame.
Summing up. So, apologies for the ramblings. Right. Well, yep, you're right: a more recreational dose of lsd. Let's put it this way: I'm a pretty full on depressive and, I'll hand it to al-lad, my chuckle button hasn't worked like that in over 10 years. I had a pretty mild headache throughout and nothing much going on in the headspace at all, but the bubblings of love, happiness and humour that started to erupt from my heart and spread to the rest of my body - quite late in the trip...I mean, I'm finding the come down very enjoyable. I mean, as a depressive, I'm finding this little tweek in my heart - this little tug at my chuckle button - I'm finding it all very beneficial. My eyes feel very tired, my brain feels very tired, but something's awaken. Something that hasn't been awake in me for a long time. Probably a shit load of serotonin, haha, but no...my chuckle button. My love button. That little cosy, sexy, loved-up, happy, little pit in my tum. It hasn't bubbled for years. I mean, it hasn't bubbled once...not like that - in years. Thank you, al-lad...you made this old, tired, monotonous, weak, dreary, careful, dutiful, whingeing, depressed man giggle. And that means a lot!
Retrospective (2 days later). Apart from the chuckles late on in the trip, I'm not sure what else al-lad can do for me. I might try upping the dose and see where it takes me, but that would be getting expensive. Hmm. I was still awake at 7am the other morning but just 1mg etizest soon calmed me down and got me off to sleep.