Here’s a consideration from a prolly 1000 time tripper, give or take 3.
The lasting effects from excessive use has a price.
The price is very individualized.
I’m not turning “anti-Acid” here, exactly, but on-balance, some of the common “waking construct” re-integration dissonance effect is a challenge / hazard.
Cue: Eight Miles High. Byrds.
Knowing deep water, repeatedly, leaves you always “in the swim”.
Does that make sense?
Are the 5-HT2a receptors “stretched” a bit with rather constant lock-in’s of this unique key? Net effect? -Yet unknown, really..
I ain’t no noggin’ juice expert here, I’m a guy that remains in-awe, and open to the possibility that maybe, just MAYBE, there’s an unknown cost at the gate.
Enter: Robert Hunter. When he snorted a “reported” 1/4 gram of pure crystal, prolly Needlepoint...( am I remembering the story right? ) And marked his Acid career “closed” after that...
Paraphrasing here: “Who wants to go onto a tanning-bed, after crawling through the desert for an eternity?” ( -sumpthin’ like that.)
Yeah, I’ve stacked doses for days on-end, in my 20’s. I’m now 65.
Double-up, was usually my game.
I’m not saying it wasn’t wonderful.
And, I was giving Acid away to anyone that would take it. Preferably ( and sometimes conditionally ) on-the-spot, you take the dose now, however much you want.
“You can have as much as you want, but if you get into this vehicle, you have to take it now!”
12 of us, then a final 5, driving all over hell and back, tripped to the hilt, for days and days on end.
Sometimes a little respite, but it ended with one of the guys, Chris Wogan ( where ARE you now, Chris?! ) totally going into astral land, convinced that he was now “Jesus”... hey, maybe he was, for a minute. But as I was driving at a fairly high speed through downtown San Francisco, and he alerted me that a light was red up ahead... I stared into his eyes, accelerated, and calmly said: “Change it.” ( as we blasted through the intersection ). Well, Jesus then demanded to be let out of the car. I think I dropped him at a 7-11. If he turned a Slurpy into a fine Bordeaux, at that point, is none of my business.
Jesus had apparently stolen roughly a hundred hits, and $1700, just prior to his Epiphany. -Incidentally.
It’s the price of dealing with a rogue Lord, i suppose. But nonetheless, my faith had been shaken.
Acid in the wrong heads, just amplifies the crazy.
It’s trite, by now... but questions persist.
It ain’t necessarily no “Saint Maker”, but the places I’ve been to with it leave a permanent ( relative term ) spiritual impact. Manufactured by a mind under duress? I still have to consider that possibility. “The Truth”, while under its heavy influence, is blindingly “Obvious”... the reintegration of that Truth, holistically, into normal waking state Western “civilization” remains daunting. The freaky residuals, and very personalized psychic phenomenon, like reading peoples minds ( sometimes ) and yes, being able to predict traffic in a busy intersection, by submitting to Faith or “Truth”... leaves a WTF?! is this stuff ? As a humming of a bell yet un-rung.
Make sense?
Strange “ coincidences” persist. Particularly, related to The Grateful Dead.
Sometimes I want it to just shut-off.
You can’t un-hear it.
What you do with it, or how it effects your lasting abilities, is a big unknown.
Caution and Reverance, is all I’m saying.
This is not a toy.
Crawl-out of your own desert of a thousand scorching Suns sometime, and stare into that mirror to pull yourself back from The Void, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll wonder: “Is this REALLY good for me?”
No judgement, for you guys, just a consideration that I have been having.
Oh, and does stacking doses work?
Is Bob a robot?
Does Carl find his cat at the end?
When that spaceship stops to check you out, while you are high-as-fuck, did it really know you were dosed? It sure scared me, for a minute. Then ZIP! It shot in a streak, into infinity.
If you can’t answer these questions,
maybe doing extreme doses just ain’t for you.
Or, am I staring into that psych ward mirror again?
Capisce?
With Love

Bryan in Seattle