Beenhead
Bluelight Crew
LSD is a drug that has been near and dear to my heart for many years. My life has been shaped by my experiences on LSD, and with out it, my environment and perceptions today may be drastically different. As I write this, I am currently on the tail end of an experience with an analogue of nor-LSD, AL-LAD. Reading the reports that came before mine and the literature out there including TIHKAL entries, it seemed to me that it could be a very euphoric LSD, though shorter in duration. I feel that is a valid statement after the fact, though I have several reservations about ever venturing into its realms again. First, Id like to detail my experience, then complete the report on my findings and opinions on this substance.
I drove to Cape Canaveral, Florida, after the completion of some business, for preparations of another days work in another man's laboratory. I arrived at a hotel on the beach, in cocoa at around 5:30 PM. The sun was shining brightly, very few clouds in the sky; a perfect Floridian spring day, maybe 80 degrees. It was while walking my crap up to the hotel room that I swallowed 1.5 blotters of AL-LAD, or approximately 225ug, if the hand of the chemist who laid this paper is to be trusted. It took me 15 minutes to bring my stuff up to the room and then to walk to the beach to await the effects.
I walked the beach, noting the large numbers of spring breaker types, and retirees mingling in what looked like a leisurely Sunday afternoon on Wednesday evening. How nice it must be to be able to throw away responsibility for a week to lounge without care on the coast with friends on one side and a cold beer on the other. It was about 30 minutes in that I noticed the first feelings. For one I realized the irony that here I was, traveling for business, awaiting my mornings experiments, while observing the vacation crowd. What I great job I do have indeed, if only this travel did not require me to leave my family!
The colors got very bright. The clouds began their dance, first in the peripheral vision, finally with the glaring reality that one's reality is radically shifted, undulating clouds show themselves in directed vision. I was getting lost in the lovely patterns emerging in the tones between small sandy hills and seaweed in their valleys, the sand grains of like color forming union with one another, as to look like a large breathing network across the beach. At once, I was jerked back into reality with a very worried looking British tourist, loss in her eye, and pain in her voice ask me if I could get her some aloe from an aloe plant. I guess I must have looked like a local, sitting directly on the sand at the edge of the sand dunes bordering the oceanic vista of the beach and the upland prairie that once held pine and oak hammocks that now holds condominiums. I had board shorts, psychedelic pattern on them, with a long sleeved fishing shirt with two Tarpon intertwined in paisley, summarizing my personality rather succinctly. I told her no problem, I would grab her some aloe to ease her burns, and after her amazement I was going into the brush anchored dunes barefoot, returned with a handful of aloe-leaves and splinters. She thanked me for the effort, and I suppose, left to find her companions, allowing me back to my introspection.
By this point it was about 45 minutes into the experience. What was noted most profound was the body high. The euphoria was very strange though, it was like the body effects on LSD were just amplified ten fold, while the visual effects were lessened by half. I decided that the people were getting to be too much, and I decided to brave the crossing of A1A, the main thoroughfare on the East Floirda coastline, and return to my room for peace and quiet followed by music. Anyone remembering me from my posts of old knows I like two things about psychedelia
1.) Closed-Eye Visuals and 2.) Synesthesia.
I hoped my returning to the room would open these avenues. After walking through the lobby, and its comically stupid and small fountain, with the all too typical geometrically weird hotel carpeting, I got to my room. I looked once more upon the Central Florida landscape and shut the drapes. I put on Gong-Angel's Egg and lay down. Through the whole experience, there was very little in the way of synesthesia, and the CEVs were present but distant. I found my self feeling sedated, yawning, but strange energy coursing through be with the typical hallucinogenic body things going on. I did find my self listening to the music, finding my self in the scene of beautiful closed eye architecture, with impossibly designed vistas. I noticed that metallic blues, reds and pinks were quite prevalent, as were purple colors. Something I could not shake was the oddity and dirtiness of the body high. It had an almost nauseated feeling, but never got serious. I lay in this state, trying so hard to journey through these realms, moving once to change the music to the Orb for two hours.
Three hours after ingestion, the effects were seriously subsiding. The body high lessened considerably, leaving a very comfortable contentment and slight headache in its wake. The open eye visual distortions remained steady, while the CEVs disappeared with the body feelings.
Four hours after ingestion, visual distortion was subsiding, and within the next hour and a half back to baseline. Very dirty feeling was noted the whole experience. Part of it may be attrbuted to the fact that I lay in bed with sand all over me! Good thing I have a king and can move to the other side. 7 hours after ingestion, I am so hungry, but still feel weird. Took some methadone and it helped level me out nicely.
My conclusions on this chemical are as follows:
Psilocybin is a pretty short acting psychedelic, and is quite dirty feeling to me in the body. This drug seems to me to be a psilocybin equivalent to LSD. It gives me these body sensations and euphoria that I really felt were odd, and LSD did not give me. THe visual distortion was pretty good, the CEVs were so LSD like they would be indistinguishable. Lots of architectural motifs, and beautifully intricate spaces, geometric and structurally impossible. The CEVs were not very bright though. I have had scenery, while viewed with eyes closed are so easy to make out and are so colorful one could easily focus upon them. These were not that; present and beautiful, yes, overwhelming and upfront, no. I enjoy more. Synesthesia and musical appreciation was not even close to what LSD yields, not even what Psilocybin provides. I may have been so distracted by the uncomfortable body sensations though....
My mind was pretty clear the whole time. I felt no fear, no real anxieties or any fear that I crossed some sort of psychological line. I will not repeat this experiment simply because I did not like the body high. I must also say that I love psilocybin, and my descriptions were merely to provide a parallel and are not intended on a judgment on its effect. I feel sleep would come naturally and I think that it is soon to call my name. Now back to work in the morning and home thereafter to be with my wife.
I drove to Cape Canaveral, Florida, after the completion of some business, for preparations of another days work in another man's laboratory. I arrived at a hotel on the beach, in cocoa at around 5:30 PM. The sun was shining brightly, very few clouds in the sky; a perfect Floridian spring day, maybe 80 degrees. It was while walking my crap up to the hotel room that I swallowed 1.5 blotters of AL-LAD, or approximately 225ug, if the hand of the chemist who laid this paper is to be trusted. It took me 15 minutes to bring my stuff up to the room and then to walk to the beach to await the effects.
I walked the beach, noting the large numbers of spring breaker types, and retirees mingling in what looked like a leisurely Sunday afternoon on Wednesday evening. How nice it must be to be able to throw away responsibility for a week to lounge without care on the coast with friends on one side and a cold beer on the other. It was about 30 minutes in that I noticed the first feelings. For one I realized the irony that here I was, traveling for business, awaiting my mornings experiments, while observing the vacation crowd. What I great job I do have indeed, if only this travel did not require me to leave my family!
The colors got very bright. The clouds began their dance, first in the peripheral vision, finally with the glaring reality that one's reality is radically shifted, undulating clouds show themselves in directed vision. I was getting lost in the lovely patterns emerging in the tones between small sandy hills and seaweed in their valleys, the sand grains of like color forming union with one another, as to look like a large breathing network across the beach. At once, I was jerked back into reality with a very worried looking British tourist, loss in her eye, and pain in her voice ask me if I could get her some aloe from an aloe plant. I guess I must have looked like a local, sitting directly on the sand at the edge of the sand dunes bordering the oceanic vista of the beach and the upland prairie that once held pine and oak hammocks that now holds condominiums. I had board shorts, psychedelic pattern on them, with a long sleeved fishing shirt with two Tarpon intertwined in paisley, summarizing my personality rather succinctly. I told her no problem, I would grab her some aloe to ease her burns, and after her amazement I was going into the brush anchored dunes barefoot, returned with a handful of aloe-leaves and splinters. She thanked me for the effort, and I suppose, left to find her companions, allowing me back to my introspection.
By this point it was about 45 minutes into the experience. What was noted most profound was the body high. The euphoria was very strange though, it was like the body effects on LSD were just amplified ten fold, while the visual effects were lessened by half. I decided that the people were getting to be too much, and I decided to brave the crossing of A1A, the main thoroughfare on the East Floirda coastline, and return to my room for peace and quiet followed by music. Anyone remembering me from my posts of old knows I like two things about psychedelia
1.) Closed-Eye Visuals and 2.) Synesthesia.
I hoped my returning to the room would open these avenues. After walking through the lobby, and its comically stupid and small fountain, with the all too typical geometrically weird hotel carpeting, I got to my room. I looked once more upon the Central Florida landscape and shut the drapes. I put on Gong-Angel's Egg and lay down. Through the whole experience, there was very little in the way of synesthesia, and the CEVs were present but distant. I found my self feeling sedated, yawning, but strange energy coursing through be with the typical hallucinogenic body things going on. I did find my self listening to the music, finding my self in the scene of beautiful closed eye architecture, with impossibly designed vistas. I noticed that metallic blues, reds and pinks were quite prevalent, as were purple colors. Something I could not shake was the oddity and dirtiness of the body high. It had an almost nauseated feeling, but never got serious. I lay in this state, trying so hard to journey through these realms, moving once to change the music to the Orb for two hours.
Three hours after ingestion, the effects were seriously subsiding. The body high lessened considerably, leaving a very comfortable contentment and slight headache in its wake. The open eye visual distortions remained steady, while the CEVs disappeared with the body feelings.
Four hours after ingestion, visual distortion was subsiding, and within the next hour and a half back to baseline. Very dirty feeling was noted the whole experience. Part of it may be attrbuted to the fact that I lay in bed with sand all over me! Good thing I have a king and can move to the other side. 7 hours after ingestion, I am so hungry, but still feel weird. Took some methadone and it helped level me out nicely.
My conclusions on this chemical are as follows:
Psilocybin is a pretty short acting psychedelic, and is quite dirty feeling to me in the body. This drug seems to me to be a psilocybin equivalent to LSD. It gives me these body sensations and euphoria that I really felt were odd, and LSD did not give me. THe visual distortion was pretty good, the CEVs were so LSD like they would be indistinguishable. Lots of architectural motifs, and beautifully intricate spaces, geometric and structurally impossible. The CEVs were not very bright though. I have had scenery, while viewed with eyes closed are so easy to make out and are so colorful one could easily focus upon them. These were not that; present and beautiful, yes, overwhelming and upfront, no. I enjoy more. Synesthesia and musical appreciation was not even close to what LSD yields, not even what Psilocybin provides. I may have been so distracted by the uncomfortable body sensations though....
My mind was pretty clear the whole time. I felt no fear, no real anxieties or any fear that I crossed some sort of psychological line. I will not repeat this experiment simply because I did not like the body high. I must also say that I love psilocybin, and my descriptions were merely to provide a parallel and are not intended on a judgment on its effect. I feel sleep would come naturally and I think that it is soon to call my name. Now back to work in the morning and home thereafter to be with my wife.
Odd, for me I find AL-LAD to feel wonderful, light, not dirty at all, quite euphoric, LSD-like but different. I prefer LSD for a variety of reasons, mostly because it's a much deeper and more profound psychedelic, but AL-LAD is one of my very favorite recreational substances.