There have been times that I have taken such huge doses of LSD that I literally "forgot" I took a drug, had no idea what was going on, and didn't have any control over my thoughts. These are identity-shattering experiences that are the stuff that bad trips are made of for some people, but fighting against it is what often results in things going south. In these moments of extreme dread and anxiety, as I said, I was no one, nor was I any "thing". Not human, just thoughts, fear, wondering what was about to happen, and lost in wave after wave of psychedelia. It's beautiful, awe-inspiring, and frightening. I recall having some of the most spiritual trips when things relaxed a bit, and they were often the kinds of trips that I'd say, "Oh my god...I have to tell everyone what I just saw or what I experienced", only to have it all fade away, like a dream. These are the moments when I felt as though I had been to the mountain, and talked to the man...