I took two tabs of this and got blasted into cosmic space
Yeah ... 300ug is enough to open the psychedelic floodgates for me. I'd like to ramp it up to 450ug, though -- just out of curiosity.
I've never had a bad AL-LAD trip per se, but last time I do remember thinking to myself, "oh, this is starting to feel like a bad trip ... let's make it a
good bad trip." IDK ... there's something very copacetic about it that seems to prevent (at least me) from taking things too far in a negative direction. And it's *much* more often 100% positive and euphoric. Very, very pleasurable. Also, at 300ug, I reliably "lose it all" for a certain amount of time ... like, the first-person singular completely evaporates, I don't know where I go, and I'm not so sure I want to know(?)

It's episodic ... and when I snap back and regain *some* perspective, I feel vaguely horrified or embarrassed about what just went on.

Even if I don't remember much of it or can't really access it. The problem is that, when you lose first-person singular perspective, it becomes very hard to get back "there" and recall the experience. I guess I've always explained it to myself along the lines of, there was no "I" there experiencing anything. It was just raw experience. Whatever little has been accessible about that experience, though, has been worth its weight in gold.
The other thing that I find happening with AL-LAD -- at 300ug, not lower -- is that it reliably goes extremely "contrasty" on me. That's the standout or unifying feature for me over about a dozen trips. Everything is changing from itself to its inverse over very definite boundaries ... from black to white and back, from normal color to inverse color and back, from in to out and back, from alive to dead and back -- you get the idea. Lots of Terminator-like special effects in that regard. But, I keep getting trapped on the wrong side of things(!) Like, I'll be behind a translucent page of a book, and I can see the writing, but it's backwards. So, I slip through the page and suddenly the book has flipped itself and the writing is backwards again. Or I'll reach out to grab something, and it disappears -- only to reappear somewhere else. I end up chasing a lot of shit around I guess ... LOL! I'm not describing actual visuals BTW ... this is all "mental movie" stuff (I think?) -- and only fragments. Like I said, it sometimes becomes very hard to "get it back" or recall it after the fact. A lot of it is very hazy...
The "take home," though, has always been very positive. It's gentle, kind, peaceful, and mind-opening. I always come back with a great new idea, or a better way to look at something, a resolution to a problem -- that kind of stuff. It's helped me to separate the wheat from the chaff in my life, focus on some particular goals, look at certain issues from someone else's perspective, be more productive. Oh! ... and it *always* reinforces my commitment to staying sober (no alcohol -- extremely important for me). Wow ... I guess I could go on and on!
Anyway, I didn't mean to write a trip report. It's not one, really. Just some aggregated impressions from someone in love with a very interesting mistress and mental guide.
