LedRevolver
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Hi guys, first Bluelight post!
So about a year ago I decided that I wanted to try LSD, I was 19 and a sophomore in college. I had eaten mushrooms once before while in high school, smoked pot, and drank, but that was it at that point in my life. I found a good tripping partner and we ate a tab each. It was easily my best experience with drugs so far in my life, even now after doing cocaine, MDMA, xanax, opiates, amphetamines, and more. We walked down a street for hours getting to know each other and experiencing hard drugs. I had found the friend that would spend 90% of my future trips with me, it was perfect.
We began doing LSD about once a month at my apartment, only ever one tab, and it was always fun but it never lived up to that first day. We decided to up our dosage, but were apprehensive to do too much. LSD is a drug that I have nothing but respect for. We took a tab and a half and went up to my room to play guitar and smoke some pot. This was where my relationship with acid changed forever. I remember looking into my friend's eyes, seeing his giant pupils. I stared into his eyes for a minute at least, and slowly watched half of his face melt off. I was terrified, but didn't want to tell him because I was afraid his face had actually melted and our lives were ruined. I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror to see a sight i will never forget. The mirror looked as if it had shattered into a thousand shards, each shard shooting off spectrums of color. Each shard showed a part of my face that was unrecognizable as me. I was sweating and scared. I collapsed to the floor in a fetal position, not thinking but knowing my life was over. I was dying.
I eventually came downstairs to find a few friends giving me very worried looks. My tripping partner was nowhere to be found (I later found out he had to go outside as he was feeling the effects of a bad trip coming on as well). I found him and the rest of that night was spent walking around town thinking that we were insane, that it would never wear off, and that every turn held some evil secret that was out to get us. I told myself later after I came down that I was never doing LSD again.
A few months and many conversations with my friend later, we decided we had to try again. The first few times were too good. We spent a few trips on a half tab just getting used to the feeling again, but I always had a feeling that a bad trip was coming on. I called this the "Devil on my shoulder" because I could enjoy a trip, but never without the fear there with me the whole time. Even while trying mushrooms again to try and get rid of the devil I couldnt enjoy myself, but I had profound, life changing experiences on LSD and I knew that I would always want to try it again.
We decided it was time to have a real trip again. By this time I was 20 and it was the spring. We went out into nature, in the woods, built a fire, played soft music, and took a tab each. The trip was going fine until we made the stupid call to go on a walk... We of course got lost, the devil took over, and I knew that I was having another bad trip, for the second time in my life. We knew we couldn't stay in the woods in the dark for 12 hours and not speak, so I decided that we would leave. The drive home from the woods took about 40 minutes, and was by far the heaviest moment of my life. I knew that if i got pulled over I would be going to jail and kissing my future goodbye. I saw oncoming traffic headlights burst into colors in front of me while i tried to grip the constantly changing shape of the steering wheel. Cruise control, straight line, just make it home.
We made it to a friends house and spent the night watching funny movies and trying not to cry or go to the hospital. I knew that this was my last time taking LSD.
A few months later I tried eating mushrooms again. At this point in my life it was obvious i couldn't trip without having a bad trip. The devil on my shoulder always took over. I had a bad trip but didn't tell my tripping buddies because they weren't my usual LSD tripping buddy and I didn't want to scare them. I gave in to the fact that my phsycadelic life was over.
Fast forward to October 31st, 2009. Im at college in New York, and me and a new friend ate some pot brownies. Nothing really happened and we were unsatisfied so we started to look for some shrooms to no avail. We did, however, find LSD. It had been about 6 months since the trip in the woods, and I had done endless reading online about bad trips and how to control them. My tripping partner was home and we constantly emailed talking about how to overcome this predicament. I decided I was ready.
I took a tab, while my two friends took a half each. An hour later I felt that too familiar feeling in my fingers and taste in my mouth. I was tripping. It felt wonderful, I was in such a good state of mind. My friends didn't feel much, so they bought 3 more tabs and we each took one more. I know, all the sudden I'm on two tabs (the most i've ever done). Euphoria. I was seeing amazing visuals and starting to feel the mind expansion that I really do the drug to get. After about 3 hours of tripping, I look to my friend next to me and see an all too familiar look in his face. I knew before he did that he was about to slip into a bad trip.
I instantly felt the demon on my shoulder again, got a stomach cramp, and began to freak out. Here it comes, I thought, no way it could have been all good. Too good to be true. After about 4-5 minutes I realize that I have done acid about 12 times, he has never done it before. I knew that I needed to help him through it. I began telling him that everything is great, it will be over in a few hours, that our lives are perfect. My needing to comfort him, to my amazement, threw the devil off my shoulder. I instantly felt better, better than I have felt on acid since that first trip.
I spent the next eight hours in total bliss at the realization that I had the willpower to overcome any negative thought that came my way. On top of all of this, I witnessed a friend struggling so much. I saw myself on that night in the bathroom in his eyes. Knowing what i know now on top of two tabs which expanded my analytical thinking, I gained an insight into a bad trip that I never thought imaginable. No matter what setting I am in, I have the power to change the way I think. They are my thoughts. The only way this was possible was because of my nesscessity to not have a bad trip, to be there for my friend. Through this, I know that I will never have a bad trip again. I needed him to go through this so that I could see from a third person view what happens and how to overcome it.
The control of my own mind while in the phsycadellic state was something that I had never achieved. Now I am confident that I can trip at higher doses and experience new thresholds of thinking. This is a very exciting time for me not only because I can take LSD again without the devil on my shoulder, but also because the devil had brought himself into my every day life. I have a new self confidence and respect for myself that I never imagined. At the end of this night, my friend looked at me through almost teary eyes and told me that he loved me. He said that I saved him from the worst nigh ever and that I reminded him of a childhood friend's father whom he respects a lot. I came into my own on halloween of 2009, and Im ready to trip again with the confidence that I always had but could never find.
Thanks for reading this. It was long I know, but such an important moment in my life i felt like I had to write it down. Any questions you guys have just ask. Happy to be on the forums,
LedRevolver
Tagged by Xorkoth
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So about a year ago I decided that I wanted to try LSD, I was 19 and a sophomore in college. I had eaten mushrooms once before while in high school, smoked pot, and drank, but that was it at that point in my life. I found a good tripping partner and we ate a tab each. It was easily my best experience with drugs so far in my life, even now after doing cocaine, MDMA, xanax, opiates, amphetamines, and more. We walked down a street for hours getting to know each other and experiencing hard drugs. I had found the friend that would spend 90% of my future trips with me, it was perfect.
We began doing LSD about once a month at my apartment, only ever one tab, and it was always fun but it never lived up to that first day. We decided to up our dosage, but were apprehensive to do too much. LSD is a drug that I have nothing but respect for. We took a tab and a half and went up to my room to play guitar and smoke some pot. This was where my relationship with acid changed forever. I remember looking into my friend's eyes, seeing his giant pupils. I stared into his eyes for a minute at least, and slowly watched half of his face melt off. I was terrified, but didn't want to tell him because I was afraid his face had actually melted and our lives were ruined. I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror to see a sight i will never forget. The mirror looked as if it had shattered into a thousand shards, each shard shooting off spectrums of color. Each shard showed a part of my face that was unrecognizable as me. I was sweating and scared. I collapsed to the floor in a fetal position, not thinking but knowing my life was over. I was dying.
I eventually came downstairs to find a few friends giving me very worried looks. My tripping partner was nowhere to be found (I later found out he had to go outside as he was feeling the effects of a bad trip coming on as well). I found him and the rest of that night was spent walking around town thinking that we were insane, that it would never wear off, and that every turn held some evil secret that was out to get us. I told myself later after I came down that I was never doing LSD again.
A few months and many conversations with my friend later, we decided we had to try again. The first few times were too good. We spent a few trips on a half tab just getting used to the feeling again, but I always had a feeling that a bad trip was coming on. I called this the "Devil on my shoulder" because I could enjoy a trip, but never without the fear there with me the whole time. Even while trying mushrooms again to try and get rid of the devil I couldnt enjoy myself, but I had profound, life changing experiences on LSD and I knew that I would always want to try it again.
We decided it was time to have a real trip again. By this time I was 20 and it was the spring. We went out into nature, in the woods, built a fire, played soft music, and took a tab each. The trip was going fine until we made the stupid call to go on a walk... We of course got lost, the devil took over, and I knew that I was having another bad trip, for the second time in my life. We knew we couldn't stay in the woods in the dark for 12 hours and not speak, so I decided that we would leave. The drive home from the woods took about 40 minutes, and was by far the heaviest moment of my life. I knew that if i got pulled over I would be going to jail and kissing my future goodbye. I saw oncoming traffic headlights burst into colors in front of me while i tried to grip the constantly changing shape of the steering wheel. Cruise control, straight line, just make it home.
We made it to a friends house and spent the night watching funny movies and trying not to cry or go to the hospital. I knew that this was my last time taking LSD.
A few months later I tried eating mushrooms again. At this point in my life it was obvious i couldn't trip without having a bad trip. The devil on my shoulder always took over. I had a bad trip but didn't tell my tripping buddies because they weren't my usual LSD tripping buddy and I didn't want to scare them. I gave in to the fact that my phsycadelic life was over.
Fast forward to October 31st, 2009. Im at college in New York, and me and a new friend ate some pot brownies. Nothing really happened and we were unsatisfied so we started to look for some shrooms to no avail. We did, however, find LSD. It had been about 6 months since the trip in the woods, and I had done endless reading online about bad trips and how to control them. My tripping partner was home and we constantly emailed talking about how to overcome this predicament. I decided I was ready.
I took a tab, while my two friends took a half each. An hour later I felt that too familiar feeling in my fingers and taste in my mouth. I was tripping. It felt wonderful, I was in such a good state of mind. My friends didn't feel much, so they bought 3 more tabs and we each took one more. I know, all the sudden I'm on two tabs (the most i've ever done). Euphoria. I was seeing amazing visuals and starting to feel the mind expansion that I really do the drug to get. After about 3 hours of tripping, I look to my friend next to me and see an all too familiar look in his face. I knew before he did that he was about to slip into a bad trip.
I instantly felt the demon on my shoulder again, got a stomach cramp, and began to freak out. Here it comes, I thought, no way it could have been all good. Too good to be true. After about 4-5 minutes I realize that I have done acid about 12 times, he has never done it before. I knew that I needed to help him through it. I began telling him that everything is great, it will be over in a few hours, that our lives are perfect. My needing to comfort him, to my amazement, threw the devil off my shoulder. I instantly felt better, better than I have felt on acid since that first trip.
I spent the next eight hours in total bliss at the realization that I had the willpower to overcome any negative thought that came my way. On top of all of this, I witnessed a friend struggling so much. I saw myself on that night in the bathroom in his eyes. Knowing what i know now on top of two tabs which expanded my analytical thinking, I gained an insight into a bad trip that I never thought imaginable. No matter what setting I am in, I have the power to change the way I think. They are my thoughts. The only way this was possible was because of my nesscessity to not have a bad trip, to be there for my friend. Through this, I know that I will never have a bad trip again. I needed him to go through this so that I could see from a third person view what happens and how to overcome it.
The control of my own mind while in the phsycadellic state was something that I had never achieved. Now I am confident that I can trip at higher doses and experience new thresholds of thinking. This is a very exciting time for me not only because I can take LSD again without the devil on my shoulder, but also because the devil had brought himself into my every day life. I have a new self confidence and respect for myself that I never imagined. At the end of this night, my friend looked at me through almost teary eyes and told me that he loved me. He said that I saved him from the worst nigh ever and that I reminded him of a childhood friend's father whom he respects a lot. I came into my own on halloween of 2009, and Im ready to trip again with the confidence that I always had but could never find.
Thanks for reading this. It was long I know, but such an important moment in my life i felt like I had to write it down. Any questions you guys have just ask. Happy to be on the forums,
LedRevolver
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_lysergamides
explevel_experienced
exptype_positive
exptype_lifechanging
exptype_difficult
roacode_sublingual
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