Epicurus
Bluelighter
I just thought I'd write up my last big trip. The LSD was liquid, and the info from the guy who made the solution suggested that it was a little under 100 ug per hit. I took about 8 of these hits on a sugar cube. The sugar cube was actually soggy and almost falling apart because there was so much acid on it- it was kind of gross. I'm a healthy male in his early twenties, and I tripped alone in a park/hiking trail/beach area.
I had woke up that saturday morning planning on spending the day reading, but when I saw that it was a beautiful day, I said fuck it, I'm trippin. This was my biggest LSD trip so far. I rode my bike to safeway, and realized I was coming up way too quickly, so I had to get my stuff and get out. I realized I had forgotten to bring a notebook, so I bought a small notebook and some pens and celery. I meant to get some real food but I was already tripping pretty hard, and I was too out of it to do anything properly.
I paid for my stuff, got out of the store which was freaking me out, and got on my bike and rode to the park. This park is my favorite solo tripping spot- it's an area of forest and beach with hiking trails and streams and a huge pebble beach. I love how every pebble stands out as a different color when I am tripping, so I go there often.
I wandered around in the woods and it finally occured to me that I had perhaps taken too much. I had dosed at 10:45 AM, and it was only T+ 1 hour and I was having some difficulty walking, but appreciating the fact that my vision was sharper than it had ever been before. No detail escaped me, and I was filled with a confused joy.
It was a true act of willpower to hike through the woods to the beach, I had to push myself forward with every step because I was tripping so hard I thought I would collapse. Any time I paused for a second the trail started to shoot around... it looked kind of like the colonies of humans in "The Matrix" in the way that everything had electricity shooting along it. As usual, any time I saw a person there was the perception that I could see through their skin, that they were somewhat corpse like.
I finally made it to the beach and collapsed in the sunshine to fall into the peak. The peak was one of the most amazing experiences of my life- my self was gone, my body disintegrated in favor of a mental impression of pure energy. I'm not a religious person, but I realized that the self is what stops the life energy from reunification with God or the Universe, and I didn't fear death anymore- in fact I almost wanted to just die so I could rejoin the energy I was experiencing, but I realized that the universe is like a giant dance- and I had my role in it, however small. That is to say, just like in a balet, if a dancer just wandered off the stage in the middle of the performance, it wouldn't be right. So I resolved to live and do the best I could in my life.
When my self was gone, what I experienced is hard to describe. To put it in words I would say that my central nervous system turned into pure divine ecstacy, seperated from my body, and mingled with the sunlight in a golden state of pure joy. When I began to come back to, I determined who I was, where I was, what this world was. I basically broke down everything I saw and saw everything as if I was newborn- I would see a boat on the water, for example, and I kind of saw what made it possible, boat factories, sail-makers, metal forges, mines, chemical processing plants, and in general the cooperation of a huge bee-hive of human society as whole. This was very interesting, seeing everything like through the eyes of an alien who had never seen it before.
I noticed as I came down from the peak my surroundings. The sky glowed red, orange, purple, green, and so did the trees. The pebbles swirled around, and the ultraviolet, beyond the spectrum rainbow colors I was used to were there again, but EVERYWHERE. The sky, as it does on lower level trips, flickered around, a bit like it was a painting being shaken from behind. The clouds turned into unusual shapes and the pebbles swirled like the air above a bonfire or barbecue, or the air flickering above an asphalt road on a hot summer day. Everything was extraordinarily beautiful as I was used to. I felt like I had come home, as I often do on trips.
I distantly felt hunger, so I ate some celery and drank some water. I noticed patterns in the pebbles, like a trail leading from where I had first lay down on the beach to where I was now... a trail that made it clear I had thrashed around and moved about 10 feet while I was peaking... I wondered what the people walking by must have thought...
I rode my bike home around sunset. I was surprised, because at T+ 11 hours, at ten oclock, I was still flat out tripping, a lot like in the peak of a 2 hit trip. I started to get a bizarre headache at that point- not like any I had ever had. As if there was a ball of nerves in my frontal lobe that had been over worked by so much processing. The from of my head just felt tired from doing so much work, and hurt. I listened to some music, and the wall turned into a winamp music visualizer. Needless to say my body was so sensitive to the music that it became part of me. This continued to be true at at T+14 and I was still see kaleidescoping bright colored CEVs and moving textures and patterns on the walls.
I tried to go to sleep around 1:30 AM, because I was tired of tripping so hard, but because of the headache and the continued intense CEVs I was unable to sleep. The last time I checked the clock it was 3:30 am and the CEV's were still out of this world. I felt like I was living in a mural on the side of a psychadelic bus from the sixties, because the crazy colors and patterns were still swirling in my mind. I woke up around noon the next day feeling great, the headache was entirely gone and I still was acutely aware of all the nuances in color. Even now after that trip if I look at a house I can see all the variations in color in the paint and the tiny chips, spots on the window, and I am always appreciating the beauty of the water and the nature of light when I am walking around. I have only tripped once since then, on 1 hit at school and it was lackluster, though the lecture on Nietzsche was definitely much enhanced, though it was quite a bit of fun watching my favorite professor surrounded by patterns on the walls.
Well, what a miracle drug LSD is! Start slow, but I think for more people than not this has the potential to change lives for the better. I encourage everyone to try it at first in a safe and controlled environment, and then to move up to higher doses if you feel comfortable with it. I have found that no matter what my mindset is, good or bad, LSD has something to teach me and I feel totally comfortable around people who are not tripping or in public, at bars, restaurants, school, etc. This is not the case with mushrooms- they are much more difficult but just as rewarding in their own way. Happy trails everyone!
I had woke up that saturday morning planning on spending the day reading, but when I saw that it was a beautiful day, I said fuck it, I'm trippin. This was my biggest LSD trip so far. I rode my bike to safeway, and realized I was coming up way too quickly, so I had to get my stuff and get out. I realized I had forgotten to bring a notebook, so I bought a small notebook and some pens and celery. I meant to get some real food but I was already tripping pretty hard, and I was too out of it to do anything properly.
I paid for my stuff, got out of the store which was freaking me out, and got on my bike and rode to the park. This park is my favorite solo tripping spot- it's an area of forest and beach with hiking trails and streams and a huge pebble beach. I love how every pebble stands out as a different color when I am tripping, so I go there often.
I wandered around in the woods and it finally occured to me that I had perhaps taken too much. I had dosed at 10:45 AM, and it was only T+ 1 hour and I was having some difficulty walking, but appreciating the fact that my vision was sharper than it had ever been before. No detail escaped me, and I was filled with a confused joy.
It was a true act of willpower to hike through the woods to the beach, I had to push myself forward with every step because I was tripping so hard I thought I would collapse. Any time I paused for a second the trail started to shoot around... it looked kind of like the colonies of humans in "The Matrix" in the way that everything had electricity shooting along it. As usual, any time I saw a person there was the perception that I could see through their skin, that they were somewhat corpse like.
I finally made it to the beach and collapsed in the sunshine to fall into the peak. The peak was one of the most amazing experiences of my life- my self was gone, my body disintegrated in favor of a mental impression of pure energy. I'm not a religious person, but I realized that the self is what stops the life energy from reunification with God or the Universe, and I didn't fear death anymore- in fact I almost wanted to just die so I could rejoin the energy I was experiencing, but I realized that the universe is like a giant dance- and I had my role in it, however small. That is to say, just like in a balet, if a dancer just wandered off the stage in the middle of the performance, it wouldn't be right. So I resolved to live and do the best I could in my life.
When my self was gone, what I experienced is hard to describe. To put it in words I would say that my central nervous system turned into pure divine ecstacy, seperated from my body, and mingled with the sunlight in a golden state of pure joy. When I began to come back to, I determined who I was, where I was, what this world was. I basically broke down everything I saw and saw everything as if I was newborn- I would see a boat on the water, for example, and I kind of saw what made it possible, boat factories, sail-makers, metal forges, mines, chemical processing plants, and in general the cooperation of a huge bee-hive of human society as whole. This was very interesting, seeing everything like through the eyes of an alien who had never seen it before.
I noticed as I came down from the peak my surroundings. The sky glowed red, orange, purple, green, and so did the trees. The pebbles swirled around, and the ultraviolet, beyond the spectrum rainbow colors I was used to were there again, but EVERYWHERE. The sky, as it does on lower level trips, flickered around, a bit like it was a painting being shaken from behind. The clouds turned into unusual shapes and the pebbles swirled like the air above a bonfire or barbecue, or the air flickering above an asphalt road on a hot summer day. Everything was extraordinarily beautiful as I was used to. I felt like I had come home, as I often do on trips.
I distantly felt hunger, so I ate some celery and drank some water. I noticed patterns in the pebbles, like a trail leading from where I had first lay down on the beach to where I was now... a trail that made it clear I had thrashed around and moved about 10 feet while I was peaking... I wondered what the people walking by must have thought...
I rode my bike home around sunset. I was surprised, because at T+ 11 hours, at ten oclock, I was still flat out tripping, a lot like in the peak of a 2 hit trip. I started to get a bizarre headache at that point- not like any I had ever had. As if there was a ball of nerves in my frontal lobe that had been over worked by so much processing. The from of my head just felt tired from doing so much work, and hurt. I listened to some music, and the wall turned into a winamp music visualizer. Needless to say my body was so sensitive to the music that it became part of me. This continued to be true at at T+14 and I was still see kaleidescoping bright colored CEVs and moving textures and patterns on the walls.
I tried to go to sleep around 1:30 AM, because I was tired of tripping so hard, but because of the headache and the continued intense CEVs I was unable to sleep. The last time I checked the clock it was 3:30 am and the CEV's were still out of this world. I felt like I was living in a mural on the side of a psychadelic bus from the sixties, because the crazy colors and patterns were still swirling in my mind. I woke up around noon the next day feeling great, the headache was entirely gone and I still was acutely aware of all the nuances in color. Even now after that trip if I look at a house I can see all the variations in color in the paint and the tiny chips, spots on the window, and I am always appreciating the beauty of the water and the nature of light when I am walking around. I have only tripped once since then, on 1 hit at school and it was lackluster, though the lecture on Nietzsche was definitely much enhanced, though it was quite a bit of fun watching my favorite professor surrounded by patterns on the walls.
Well, what a miracle drug LSD is! Start slow, but I think for more people than not this has the potential to change lives for the better. I encourage everyone to try it at first in a safe and controlled environment, and then to move up to higher doses if you feel comfortable with it. I have found that no matter what my mindset is, good or bad, LSD has something to teach me and I feel totally comfortable around people who are not tripping or in public, at bars, restaurants, school, etc. This is not the case with mushrooms- they are much more difficult but just as rewarding in their own way. Happy trails everyone!
