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Bluelighter
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Want to start by saying anyone who hasn't tried LSA seeds because of the nausea/cramp/depression reports, or because it's legal and seems goofy in light of what's available ... you need to experience it for yourself! This was one of my favorite trips. Anyway sorry about the length. It was just me alone not doing much, so I had to build up to the visuals and emotions a bit. Hope you enjoy 
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On an island far from home, having quit my job and run off with on-again-off girlfriend of a while. Decided time was right for some serious reflection. Seemed like golden opportunity to finally investigate seeds firsthand, find out what LSA was all about.
Shuffled through town in the cold and rain to pick up some dimenhydrinate and ethanol. Was planning on an extraction, and wanted to avoid as much of the inherent nausea as possible. Arriving home, hung up soaked coat and put kettle on. Waiting for the water to boil, dug through a suitcase to find seeds. Took one out and held it up under lamp. The oft mentioned white 'fuzz' lay flat and greasy on it's shell. Scraped it with my nail and gave it quick rinse under the tap. Plan was to do both a test for nausea and allergies on one alone first. Tasted both nutty and peppery, not overly bitter. Kettle ready. Made a mug of chai and sat down to play guitar.
Few hours passed and felt ok, so decided it was time to get on with the show. Some say the alcohol and water methods yield less spectacular results than consumption of the whole seeds. The first one was sitting alright, figured I could handle a few more - pathetic excuse for laziness. Crushed 5 seeds between pliers and funneled them into a cap. Humbled by enough new psychs in the past to know that small dose would probably be adequate.
1hr30 later began to feel agitated. Put away guitar and tried to lay down in bed. On my back the nausea flared up. 50mg dimenhydrate was not helping apparently. Cold and a bit dizzy, made my way to the bathroom. Coughed up a bit in my throat but didn't want to purge and chance abort. Clumsily undressed, little dazed, and got into the shower. Warm and relaxed under the tap, began to notice visual distortions and felt a bit of anxiety creep up. So far was feeling alone and unguided, seeds had yet to show their full character.
Soon enough straight lines started to bend and everything become distorted like closeup through a wide angle lens. Air felt like it was in short supply, so dried off preparing to hit the street. Still cold and raining but felt an urgent need to be outdoors. By the time I got to the end of the block, had a big stupid grin on my face. Mumbled 'this is not a test' to self and laughed while tripping over my own feet. Soon was at the gate of a cemetery and getting zapped with serotonin. Vision was getting more distorted, and realized everything would be closed in the town. Retraced steps and found the way back inside. Walk had eased nausea and was free to lay down in dark and sink a little deeper.
Mind resisted at first. Shock after shock, serotonin kept hitting brainstem. After about 15min had the energy under control, shocks dissipated into a whirring/clicking sound in background. Then the visuals kicked in full. Laying on my back in complete dark, saw rainbow streaks falling like pixelated lines, little digital lightning bolts stuttering down like an old space shooter with low frame rate. Then the black of the room took on a warm red hue and the space filled with paisley patterning, golden blobs that floated slowly upward. I had the sense of acension and tried hard to let myself go. Lost track of time at this point, but would guess that it was about t+2hr30.
Up to this point, experience was not as expected. Things were lighthearted, fun. Was reminded of first couple shroom trips as a kid, before discovering how serious it could get. All of a sudden bang there I was - 15 again and all my old friends faces flashed in front of me. I was stagediving, eating bbq, all the favorite memories flooded back, untainted by the shit that had followed. Was still on good terms with everyone, people smiled and laughed when they saw me, and I laughed too. Depression and anxiety was lifted. Breathed deeply. Seeds took me further back. Childhood memories long forgotten came into focus. Joy is the word to best describe.
Then things took a twist. Felt a slip and went from reflection on the real to what I believe to be utter fantasy. Some coincidence from earlier triggered a false memory about being molested as a child. Wasn't scary or revolting, just bizarre. Remember shaking my head saying wtf as the sceanrio played out in front of me. (Realized in hindsight this was probably gf groping me in her sleep mashing with the nostalgia). Very confusing but I wrote it off, with a wow what if that had been real?
After the memories faded I was back in the dark. The lightning bolts were falling sparsely now in shades of grey. Hallucinated that they were landing on my face. The sensation was that of snowing corn husk landing on my face. (In retrospect this may have been a spider dropping from the ceiling ... found one the next day). Freaked out a bit and started scratching and wiping. Had some marks from this in the morning.
Eventually psychosis passed, and I was left with afterglow of memories and a lot of serotonin. Felt a little restless and agitated, confused about the end of the trip, but buried face into pillow and passed out without noting the time. Woke up with a headache late the next day, but the smile was still glued on my lips. Thanked the seeds for one of the most emotionally gratifying trips of my life. For once was able to look back with genuine pleasure and reverence. Not what I was expecting, but a very welcome surprise.
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On an island far from home, having quit my job and run off with on-again-off girlfriend of a while. Decided time was right for some serious reflection. Seemed like golden opportunity to finally investigate seeds firsthand, find out what LSA was all about.
Shuffled through town in the cold and rain to pick up some dimenhydrinate and ethanol. Was planning on an extraction, and wanted to avoid as much of the inherent nausea as possible. Arriving home, hung up soaked coat and put kettle on. Waiting for the water to boil, dug through a suitcase to find seeds. Took one out and held it up under lamp. The oft mentioned white 'fuzz' lay flat and greasy on it's shell. Scraped it with my nail and gave it quick rinse under the tap. Plan was to do both a test for nausea and allergies on one alone first. Tasted both nutty and peppery, not overly bitter. Kettle ready. Made a mug of chai and sat down to play guitar.
Few hours passed and felt ok, so decided it was time to get on with the show. Some say the alcohol and water methods yield less spectacular results than consumption of the whole seeds. The first one was sitting alright, figured I could handle a few more - pathetic excuse for laziness. Crushed 5 seeds between pliers and funneled them into a cap. Humbled by enough new psychs in the past to know that small dose would probably be adequate.
1hr30 later began to feel agitated. Put away guitar and tried to lay down in bed. On my back the nausea flared up. 50mg dimenhydrate was not helping apparently. Cold and a bit dizzy, made my way to the bathroom. Coughed up a bit in my throat but didn't want to purge and chance abort. Clumsily undressed, little dazed, and got into the shower. Warm and relaxed under the tap, began to notice visual distortions and felt a bit of anxiety creep up. So far was feeling alone and unguided, seeds had yet to show their full character.
Soon enough straight lines started to bend and everything become distorted like closeup through a wide angle lens. Air felt like it was in short supply, so dried off preparing to hit the street. Still cold and raining but felt an urgent need to be outdoors. By the time I got to the end of the block, had a big stupid grin on my face. Mumbled 'this is not a test' to self and laughed while tripping over my own feet. Soon was at the gate of a cemetery and getting zapped with serotonin. Vision was getting more distorted, and realized everything would be closed in the town. Retraced steps and found the way back inside. Walk had eased nausea and was free to lay down in dark and sink a little deeper.
Mind resisted at first. Shock after shock, serotonin kept hitting brainstem. After about 15min had the energy under control, shocks dissipated into a whirring/clicking sound in background. Then the visuals kicked in full. Laying on my back in complete dark, saw rainbow streaks falling like pixelated lines, little digital lightning bolts stuttering down like an old space shooter with low frame rate. Then the black of the room took on a warm red hue and the space filled with paisley patterning, golden blobs that floated slowly upward. I had the sense of acension and tried hard to let myself go. Lost track of time at this point, but would guess that it was about t+2hr30.
Up to this point, experience was not as expected. Things were lighthearted, fun. Was reminded of first couple shroom trips as a kid, before discovering how serious it could get. All of a sudden bang there I was - 15 again and all my old friends faces flashed in front of me. I was stagediving, eating bbq, all the favorite memories flooded back, untainted by the shit that had followed. Was still on good terms with everyone, people smiled and laughed when they saw me, and I laughed too. Depression and anxiety was lifted. Breathed deeply. Seeds took me further back. Childhood memories long forgotten came into focus. Joy is the word to best describe.
Then things took a twist. Felt a slip and went from reflection on the real to what I believe to be utter fantasy. Some coincidence from earlier triggered a false memory about being molested as a child. Wasn't scary or revolting, just bizarre. Remember shaking my head saying wtf as the sceanrio played out in front of me. (Realized in hindsight this was probably gf groping me in her sleep mashing with the nostalgia). Very confusing but I wrote it off, with a wow what if that had been real?
After the memories faded I was back in the dark. The lightning bolts were falling sparsely now in shades of grey. Hallucinated that they were landing on my face. The sensation was that of snowing corn husk landing on my face. (In retrospect this may have been a spider dropping from the ceiling ... found one the next day). Freaked out a bit and started scratching and wiping. Had some marks from this in the morning.
Eventually psychosis passed, and I was left with afterglow of memories and a lot of serotonin. Felt a little restless and agitated, confused about the end of the trip, but buried face into pillow and passed out without noting the time. Woke up with a headache late the next day, but the smile was still glued on my lips. Thanked the seeds for one of the most emotionally gratifying trips of my life. For once was able to look back with genuine pleasure and reverence. Not what I was expecting, but a very welcome surprise.
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