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Bluelighter
this experience took place in July of 2010, i am writing this over a year later, and is my first time taking LSD. prior to this the only psychedelics i had tried were DXM and morning glory seeds, neither of which gave me a true psychedelic experience. i hope you enjoy reading this, because I've enjoyed reminiscing.
it all started on a Wednesday afternoon. me and my neighbor 'M' had gotten a hit of grateful dead bear blotter, and planned to pitch a tent in his woods the next night(Thursday) to take the acid. around 6pm Wednesday we were putting the final touches on our small clearing in the woods. we dug a fire pit, stacked wood, and cleared the area of anything we didn't want there. earlier in the day we went shopping for Thursday night and had everything at home ready. once the camping spot was prepared we sat down for a bowl and a cigarette when for some reason we both had a simultaneous thought, "why don't we do this tonight?". we talked for a few minutes, and we realized that tonight was the night. M was still on the fence about eating the acid, but when asked he immediately said yes. we rush back to our houses and pack up everything we need. tent was pitched, coolers filled, sleeping bags ready. we kiss our parents goodbye and retreat into the forest, ready to have our lives changed.
here i will start putting times as the trip started here. other than myself, the people in this report are:
M-my neighbor/best friend.
N-another friend who took acid separately and showed up later.
L- N's girlfriend, also on acid.
R-sober, showed up on a whim late in the night.
other than the LSD we had an eighth of high quality weed, roughly a half gram of good opium, a pack of cigarettes each, and a pack of black clove cigarettes(which tasted HEAVENLY).
T-0 is 9:06pm - me and M light a fire, put some music on, and slip the blotter under our tongues.
T+0:30 - first alerts, feels like a shiver going down my spine every so often, they seem to get closer together, and my intense.
T+0:45 - i stand up and feel a rush through my body, i feel like I'm looking at the ground from an airplane, and tell this to M, who then starts to laugh hysterically.
T+1 - M and i are describing how we feel to each other, euphoria is through the roof, we both agree that at this early point in the trip we feel better than ever before in our lives, and we know were just starting our flight.
T+1:30 - a call from N comes in, hes just returned from a concert and had dosed LSD a few hours prior, we tell him and L to come back into the woods and they do. N brings weed and we decide to wait a short while to smoke any. however, a small bit of opium is smoked by me only, as no one else is interested. the opium makes me feel as though i am slowly floating up into the sky, i think my peak is not far away.
T+2 - as me and M begin to peak, we decide its time to smoke some pot. we go through a couple bowls and i dont feel like it has done much. we decide we want to conserve the weed so we put it down for now. my emotions run wild through this peak. the fire in front of me is entrancing as it dances in the breeze. i catch myself staring into it a few times, but cant seem to redirect my gaze. in the fire i can feel the energy of the wood that's burning, it almost seems to speak to me.
T+2.30 - we start smoking again, and at this point onwards i cant remember too many times where our pipe was not pack with weed. conversation between me and N is intelligent and meaningful. words flow from my brain and seamlessly out of my mouth. N and i remain surprisingly lucid, whereas M and L seemed to be a bit out of it. M at this point was sitting Indian style on the ground just looking around speechless. it is my opinion that the LSD did not make him this way, but it was the weed. at this point M was not a big pot smoker and we had gone through a couple grams. every now and again M would stop me and N's conversation to interject with something along the lines of "dude... it feels like I'm living in a movie right now man..." we got a good chuckle out of it, and then he'd be quiet for another 15 minutes.
T+3.30 - our good friend R arrives. he is an avid psychonaut and enjoys talking to all of us. i end up having the most conversation with him, as we are quite alike in many ways. around this time M is finally able to speak a bit more, probably due to the fact that R cannot smoke, so we quit while he was there. L seems very tired and says she will be leaving soon. R gives me a few Vicodin for the next morning, saying that i probably wont get much sleep.
T+4 - R is ready to leave, and i tell him i have a nice chunk of opium remaining, and i offer to smoke it with him (he got it for me). he said he had already taken a hefty dose of Vicodin and passed on my offer. I'm alone again to smoke the opium, but i tell R that it is dedicated to him. halfway through the opium, N decides he wants in and of course i let him. R and L leave, escorted out of the woods and to their cars by M, who's become much more talkative. while me and N are alone at the site, we resume smoking, and continue our conversation that covers all topics including life, death, who we are, and what we hope to be.
as we smoke, i look up to the sky and am almost driven to tears at the shear beauty of it all. the stars in the sky, the dark blue sky itself, and the branches and leaves overhead all begin to swirl together into a kaleidoscope of fractals. this may be the honest to goodness best moment of my short life. at that second there was no future and no past. i was there in the moment, and at the time everything made sense to me. a feeling of inner peace spread throughout my mind. there was no worry, no sorrow, only peace and love. i knew that our lives had purpose, and it was up to us to figure out what it was. this is when the emotionally intense part of the trip ends.
T+4.30 - it is now only me, N, and M at the campsite, and at this point we are all shirtless sitting on the ground. N begins to tell some of the most amazing stories I've ever heard, all of which he was making up while he went. we then decide that we will play a game of sorts. one person will start telling a story, then pass it to the next person, and so on til the story has a conclusion. throughout these stories the weed is passed around constantly, which leads M to be a bit fried again, and he decides he'd much rather just listen to our stories, as his mind is quite cloudy. N and i get really deep into these stories, most of which really spoke to me on many levels. they each seemed to have morals and meanings, which were not always positive, but still very powerful. visuals at this point were not as in-your-face as before, but were still there. we told stories and talked about everything we could think of for the next couple hours, all while punishing our lungs with either weed or tobacco smoke (we almost all went through an entire pack in 6 hours or so). there was nothing about these couple hours id have changed.
T+6.30 - at this point N decides its time to walk home (he lives down the street) and asks M to at least escort him to the road. i am not thrilled with this but am not up to walking such a distance, so i stay behind. at this point things seem to get a bit difficult and i feel a bit of fear poking through my ecstatic mindset. i remedy this with some positive music and sit alone waiting for M to return. after what felt like forever M does return, and things are all okay from here on out. we are clearly coming down at this point. i ask M for a bit of privacy in the tent for a short time, and he obliges. i lay in my sleeping bag, eyes closed and put on a couple songs by Shpongle i had especially for this night. with my eyes closed the music takes me on a visionary journey which felt even more real than lucid dreaming. i did not have control over my visions, the LSD and music were in control.
the song 'the herb garden' comes on, and the beginning is a little frightening. after that, the song takes me to a south American jungle tribe. if you listen to this song it talks about a shaman throughout the song in little blurbs between the psychedelia. in accordance with the song i am sitting at a ceremonial fire alone with this shaman. we are holding small clay bowls with some sort of alcoholic drink inside. no words are spoken, and whenever i took toward the shaman, he is just looking into the fire. eventually we make eye contact and we both simultaneously stand and walk toward each other. the shaman looks deep into my eyes, and without saying a word, bows his head. i do the same. we both look back up, and the shaman smiles and embraces me. at this time i felt all of his knowledge enter my mind, and i was quickly swept out of my vision.
T+8 - me and M are quite tired so we decide to call it a night. the tent and sleeping bags were really not meant to be slept in, since we knew from previous experiences that its impossible to get comfortable. at this point we put out our fire, and leave the woods as the sun begins to rise and light our way home. we agree to meet back up after a bit of sleep, and we do around 2pm Thursday. we both agree that our lives have been changed, and that we had just had the greatest and most important night of our lives.
that day it was both 90+ degrees, and thunderstorms broke out around 7pm and lasted throughout the night. it was clear to us that we were meant to take this trip a day early, and we were grateful for the spark that led us to do so.
this concludes my trip report. thank you for reading, i hope it wasn't too long!
peace&love everyone
it all started on a Wednesday afternoon. me and my neighbor 'M' had gotten a hit of grateful dead bear blotter, and planned to pitch a tent in his woods the next night(Thursday) to take the acid. around 6pm Wednesday we were putting the final touches on our small clearing in the woods. we dug a fire pit, stacked wood, and cleared the area of anything we didn't want there. earlier in the day we went shopping for Thursday night and had everything at home ready. once the camping spot was prepared we sat down for a bowl and a cigarette when for some reason we both had a simultaneous thought, "why don't we do this tonight?". we talked for a few minutes, and we realized that tonight was the night. M was still on the fence about eating the acid, but when asked he immediately said yes. we rush back to our houses and pack up everything we need. tent was pitched, coolers filled, sleeping bags ready. we kiss our parents goodbye and retreat into the forest, ready to have our lives changed.
here i will start putting times as the trip started here. other than myself, the people in this report are:
M-my neighbor/best friend.
N-another friend who took acid separately and showed up later.
L- N's girlfriend, also on acid.
R-sober, showed up on a whim late in the night.
other than the LSD we had an eighth of high quality weed, roughly a half gram of good opium, a pack of cigarettes each, and a pack of black clove cigarettes(which tasted HEAVENLY).
T-0 is 9:06pm - me and M light a fire, put some music on, and slip the blotter under our tongues.
T+0:30 - first alerts, feels like a shiver going down my spine every so often, they seem to get closer together, and my intense.
T+0:45 - i stand up and feel a rush through my body, i feel like I'm looking at the ground from an airplane, and tell this to M, who then starts to laugh hysterically.
T+1 - M and i are describing how we feel to each other, euphoria is through the roof, we both agree that at this early point in the trip we feel better than ever before in our lives, and we know were just starting our flight.
T+1:30 - a call from N comes in, hes just returned from a concert and had dosed LSD a few hours prior, we tell him and L to come back into the woods and they do. N brings weed and we decide to wait a short while to smoke any. however, a small bit of opium is smoked by me only, as no one else is interested. the opium makes me feel as though i am slowly floating up into the sky, i think my peak is not far away.
T+2 - as me and M begin to peak, we decide its time to smoke some pot. we go through a couple bowls and i dont feel like it has done much. we decide we want to conserve the weed so we put it down for now. my emotions run wild through this peak. the fire in front of me is entrancing as it dances in the breeze. i catch myself staring into it a few times, but cant seem to redirect my gaze. in the fire i can feel the energy of the wood that's burning, it almost seems to speak to me.
T+2.30 - we start smoking again, and at this point onwards i cant remember too many times where our pipe was not pack with weed. conversation between me and N is intelligent and meaningful. words flow from my brain and seamlessly out of my mouth. N and i remain surprisingly lucid, whereas M and L seemed to be a bit out of it. M at this point was sitting Indian style on the ground just looking around speechless. it is my opinion that the LSD did not make him this way, but it was the weed. at this point M was not a big pot smoker and we had gone through a couple grams. every now and again M would stop me and N's conversation to interject with something along the lines of "dude... it feels like I'm living in a movie right now man..." we got a good chuckle out of it, and then he'd be quiet for another 15 minutes.
T+3.30 - our good friend R arrives. he is an avid psychonaut and enjoys talking to all of us. i end up having the most conversation with him, as we are quite alike in many ways. around this time M is finally able to speak a bit more, probably due to the fact that R cannot smoke, so we quit while he was there. L seems very tired and says she will be leaving soon. R gives me a few Vicodin for the next morning, saying that i probably wont get much sleep.
T+4 - R is ready to leave, and i tell him i have a nice chunk of opium remaining, and i offer to smoke it with him (he got it for me). he said he had already taken a hefty dose of Vicodin and passed on my offer. I'm alone again to smoke the opium, but i tell R that it is dedicated to him. halfway through the opium, N decides he wants in and of course i let him. R and L leave, escorted out of the woods and to their cars by M, who's become much more talkative. while me and N are alone at the site, we resume smoking, and continue our conversation that covers all topics including life, death, who we are, and what we hope to be.
as we smoke, i look up to the sky and am almost driven to tears at the shear beauty of it all. the stars in the sky, the dark blue sky itself, and the branches and leaves overhead all begin to swirl together into a kaleidoscope of fractals. this may be the honest to goodness best moment of my short life. at that second there was no future and no past. i was there in the moment, and at the time everything made sense to me. a feeling of inner peace spread throughout my mind. there was no worry, no sorrow, only peace and love. i knew that our lives had purpose, and it was up to us to figure out what it was. this is when the emotionally intense part of the trip ends.
T+4.30 - it is now only me, N, and M at the campsite, and at this point we are all shirtless sitting on the ground. N begins to tell some of the most amazing stories I've ever heard, all of which he was making up while he went. we then decide that we will play a game of sorts. one person will start telling a story, then pass it to the next person, and so on til the story has a conclusion. throughout these stories the weed is passed around constantly, which leads M to be a bit fried again, and he decides he'd much rather just listen to our stories, as his mind is quite cloudy. N and i get really deep into these stories, most of which really spoke to me on many levels. they each seemed to have morals and meanings, which were not always positive, but still very powerful. visuals at this point were not as in-your-face as before, but were still there. we told stories and talked about everything we could think of for the next couple hours, all while punishing our lungs with either weed or tobacco smoke (we almost all went through an entire pack in 6 hours or so). there was nothing about these couple hours id have changed.
T+6.30 - at this point N decides its time to walk home (he lives down the street) and asks M to at least escort him to the road. i am not thrilled with this but am not up to walking such a distance, so i stay behind. at this point things seem to get a bit difficult and i feel a bit of fear poking through my ecstatic mindset. i remedy this with some positive music and sit alone waiting for M to return. after what felt like forever M does return, and things are all okay from here on out. we are clearly coming down at this point. i ask M for a bit of privacy in the tent for a short time, and he obliges. i lay in my sleeping bag, eyes closed and put on a couple songs by Shpongle i had especially for this night. with my eyes closed the music takes me on a visionary journey which felt even more real than lucid dreaming. i did not have control over my visions, the LSD and music were in control.
the song 'the herb garden' comes on, and the beginning is a little frightening. after that, the song takes me to a south American jungle tribe. if you listen to this song it talks about a shaman throughout the song in little blurbs between the psychedelia. in accordance with the song i am sitting at a ceremonial fire alone with this shaman. we are holding small clay bowls with some sort of alcoholic drink inside. no words are spoken, and whenever i took toward the shaman, he is just looking into the fire. eventually we make eye contact and we both simultaneously stand and walk toward each other. the shaman looks deep into my eyes, and without saying a word, bows his head. i do the same. we both look back up, and the shaman smiles and embraces me. at this time i felt all of his knowledge enter my mind, and i was quickly swept out of my vision.
T+8 - me and M are quite tired so we decide to call it a night. the tent and sleeping bags were really not meant to be slept in, since we knew from previous experiences that its impossible to get comfortable. at this point we put out our fire, and leave the woods as the sun begins to rise and light our way home. we agree to meet back up after a bit of sleep, and we do around 2pm Thursday. we both agree that our lives have been changed, and that we had just had the greatest and most important night of our lives.
that day it was both 90+ degrees, and thunderstorms broke out around 7pm and lasted throughout the night. it was clear to us that we were meant to take this trip a day early, and we were grateful for the spark that led us to do so.
this concludes my trip report. thank you for reading, i hope it wasn't too long!
peace&love everyone
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. I miss the days of backyard bonfires on psychedelics (when i was in highschool we had a yard with woods, and we would make a bonfire and have similar experiences... truly wonderful times).
