Short of things to do on a cold and wet New Years Eve in London, a friend and I set about taking LSD for the first time.
1x 150ug strawberry blotter each, which I swilled around my mouth and chewed on for about ten minutes (i regularly find myself gnawing on paper so this was fine) before swallowing with a glass of water (I had eaten earlier that day).
I'm not a heavy drug user, the occasional dose of mdma and a little weed (which I also indulged in that night) partly to calm my nerves and because I had read it enhanced the experience.
At 60 minutes I thought I'd be manifesting strange creatures, that the walls would be shaking like a fun house, we could feel...something, a slow come up but was that just the weed?
I lie back and chat to my friend, disappointed at the lack of geometric shapes or breathing walls, I do notice however, that the limbs of my christmas tree seem to be growing, like an erection. And I burst out laughing. I've got tunnel vision, and a fog in my head, almost like the tail end of a bunk dose of mdma but without the euphoria, even though I'm jovial, walking is no problem, though swishy, like I've just stepped off a treadmill and my pupils have dilated a little.
I enjoy it. I descend into trance like states, where my thought processes go round and around and my vision would melt whatever I chose to look at, sending messages to my friends to wish them a Happy New Year takes forever, because I end up writing whatever bizarre thoughts pop into my head, then reflect on it and reflect on that reflection, as I slowly forget what I was doing in the first place and I gaze at my shimmering room.
I put on my headphones and listen to Zero 7. I get through the entire album in what seems like a minute. I love it, it seems like perfect lsd music.
In fact, time was completely messed up. What seemed like hours was only ten minutes, this happened several times until, in the blink of an eye it was four hours later.
"In case I forget, I'm sitting here, watching my laptop melt and listening to Zero 7...in a tent?" I wrote on a small scrap of paper.
My friends face keeps warping, like a picasso, his eyes and lips and nose grow and shrink and change shape and size quite bizarrely.
I sit down to watch TV, and stare agog at the fakeness of it all. People, presenters wishing each other Happy New Year. Tom Cruise (whom I ordinarily love) talking about his new film...it was all so phoney and pointless and awful. I hated it. I had to keep switching it off. It was like I could see beyond the facade of people and deep inside them, noticing every nuance of emotion that betrayed their real feelings, much more than when sober. My friend sat and read, while I flicked between the Tom Cruise interview and a Meryl Streep film, mesmerised by her emotional machinations and in deep admiration.
Big montages of 2012 preceded the fireworks, celebrating the athletes who took part in the olympics and I realise just how insignificant my 2012 had been, and perhaps even my life up until this point. I continue to feel this for the rest of the evening, minus a small freak out at this creepy cold and flu advert with a green slime monster that terrorises a sick guy.
I enjoyed the experience, I wish I'd known just how much of a stimulant LSD was because I ended up tripping FOR hours and didn't sleep a wink, I found it was totally different to, and yet somehow exactly the same as it's portrayed in films (Fear and Loathing was by far the closest thing) but I think because when you're watching someone's trip on film, you're watching it with a clear head, whereas my brain just turned to porridge and so my ability to comprehend what I was seeing was dulled.
When I got up the next morning, I realised (and still realise) just how I take life for granted! I've vowed to change this.
I found that with a little thought I could bring myself out of these trances. Not stop the fog, and when I tried I realised I got a little anxious, I think I'd enjoy being stuck in them a little deeper, i liked the stupor and the thoughts that flooded my brain, and if I every journey down the rabbit hole again, I think I'll take a mildly higher dose (I've no want for a psychotic episode) - during the day and somewhere outside, rather than inside at night. If you have any suggestions 200/300ug? I'm all ears.
I was amazed by the mental experience and the less visual aspects of it, horrified too I guess, but it was enlightening to see the world (albeit through the TV this time) as such an unusual and disconnected place, life so precious and yet so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and the utter meaninglessness of everything!
Acid was one of those things I was always weary of. Everyone knows a story about Joe Blogs who peeled his own hand, thinking it was an orange, or the girl who thought she could fly. But with the help of Walter Bishop and a very respected friend of mine (now in his 60's) who regaled me with trips from his youth...and the fountain of knowledge on here, I chose to expand my mind and I'm glad I did.
It wasn't the living nightmare I had been led to believe...whether, one day, decades from now, it will repeat on me like a bad burrito, is yet to be seen...but I don't think so somehow.
1x 150ug strawberry blotter each, which I swilled around my mouth and chewed on for about ten minutes (i regularly find myself gnawing on paper so this was fine) before swallowing with a glass of water (I had eaten earlier that day).
I'm not a heavy drug user, the occasional dose of mdma and a little weed (which I also indulged in that night) partly to calm my nerves and because I had read it enhanced the experience.
At 60 minutes I thought I'd be manifesting strange creatures, that the walls would be shaking like a fun house, we could feel...something, a slow come up but was that just the weed?
I lie back and chat to my friend, disappointed at the lack of geometric shapes or breathing walls, I do notice however, that the limbs of my christmas tree seem to be growing, like an erection. And I burst out laughing. I've got tunnel vision, and a fog in my head, almost like the tail end of a bunk dose of mdma but without the euphoria, even though I'm jovial, walking is no problem, though swishy, like I've just stepped off a treadmill and my pupils have dilated a little.
I enjoy it. I descend into trance like states, where my thought processes go round and around and my vision would melt whatever I chose to look at, sending messages to my friends to wish them a Happy New Year takes forever, because I end up writing whatever bizarre thoughts pop into my head, then reflect on it and reflect on that reflection, as I slowly forget what I was doing in the first place and I gaze at my shimmering room.
I put on my headphones and listen to Zero 7. I get through the entire album in what seems like a minute. I love it, it seems like perfect lsd music.
In fact, time was completely messed up. What seemed like hours was only ten minutes, this happened several times until, in the blink of an eye it was four hours later.
"In case I forget, I'm sitting here, watching my laptop melt and listening to Zero 7...in a tent?" I wrote on a small scrap of paper.
My friends face keeps warping, like a picasso, his eyes and lips and nose grow and shrink and change shape and size quite bizarrely.
I sit down to watch TV, and stare agog at the fakeness of it all. People, presenters wishing each other Happy New Year. Tom Cruise (whom I ordinarily love) talking about his new film...it was all so phoney and pointless and awful. I hated it. I had to keep switching it off. It was like I could see beyond the facade of people and deep inside them, noticing every nuance of emotion that betrayed their real feelings, much more than when sober. My friend sat and read, while I flicked between the Tom Cruise interview and a Meryl Streep film, mesmerised by her emotional machinations and in deep admiration.
Big montages of 2012 preceded the fireworks, celebrating the athletes who took part in the olympics and I realise just how insignificant my 2012 had been, and perhaps even my life up until this point. I continue to feel this for the rest of the evening, minus a small freak out at this creepy cold and flu advert with a green slime monster that terrorises a sick guy.
I enjoyed the experience, I wish I'd known just how much of a stimulant LSD was because I ended up tripping FOR hours and didn't sleep a wink, I found it was totally different to, and yet somehow exactly the same as it's portrayed in films (Fear and Loathing was by far the closest thing) but I think because when you're watching someone's trip on film, you're watching it with a clear head, whereas my brain just turned to porridge and so my ability to comprehend what I was seeing was dulled.
When I got up the next morning, I realised (and still realise) just how I take life for granted! I've vowed to change this.
I found that with a little thought I could bring myself out of these trances. Not stop the fog, and when I tried I realised I got a little anxious, I think I'd enjoy being stuck in them a little deeper, i liked the stupor and the thoughts that flooded my brain, and if I every journey down the rabbit hole again, I think I'll take a mildly higher dose (I've no want for a psychotic episode) - during the day and somewhere outside, rather than inside at night. If you have any suggestions 200/300ug? I'm all ears.
I was amazed by the mental experience and the less visual aspects of it, horrified too I guess, but it was enlightening to see the world (albeit through the TV this time) as such an unusual and disconnected place, life so precious and yet so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and the utter meaninglessness of everything!
Acid was one of those things I was always weary of. Everyone knows a story about Joe Blogs who peeled his own hand, thinking it was an orange, or the girl who thought she could fly. But with the help of Walter Bishop and a very respected friend of mine (now in his 60's) who regaled me with trips from his youth...and the fountain of knowledge on here, I chose to expand my mind and I'm glad I did.
It wasn't the living nightmare I had been led to believe...whether, one day, decades from now, it will repeat on me like a bad burrito, is yet to be seen...but I don't think so somehow.
