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Xanax and LSD-very exp. with both-Waking up from a black out on 7 hits of acid, eek!
Prepare yourself for one hell of a fk'd up story. Where do I start? I'd been saving about 20 hits of blotter in my freezer since early January. It wasn't the strongest batch I'd ever come across, but in no way could I say that it was the weakest. Two and a half hits usually would suffice and provide a nice, pleasant trip.
Well, I take xanax 3mg/daily and a generic form of adderal IR 10mg 3x/daily. Well my doctor upped my xanax dose to 4mg/daily. Thing is, prior to my visit with her I'd run out of all meds completely. FOR TWO WEEKS! Withdrawls were extreme, but I made it through okay. So I go to school, load up on amphetamines, go home, do some homework then decide it's time to slow down my poor brain. I believe I popped about 3 xanax at first. Eventually I popped at least two more, and later (it's hard to remember now) possibly another 4-5. As far as I knew, I fell asleep. Wrong.
I had yet another xanax zombification episode. I wasn't aware. As any of you who have had a benzo black out you know what I'm talking about. Well, I can't describe to you the events that took place between then and when I "came to", but here is the crazy part. I woke up out of this trance rather quickly, but I didn't just wake up. I woke up tripping harder than I've EVER tripped before. It was bizarre because I didn't freak out, I wasn't confused by the distortion, breathing, and morphing visual perception. To me it was like waking up out of an unexplained blackout and coming into a world where this is just how things were. When I realized I was on acid, I checked my stash hoping I hadn't taken it all. I counted 6 hits remaining. I had 13 left out of 20. So I took 7 hits of moderately potent acid. Then I noticed that I was missing 4-5 10mg adderalls.
It was one hell of a ride, but it angered me. When I trip, I plan. The thought of tripping hardly crosses my mind unless I see purpose and reasonable oppurtunity. I had no intentions of tripping; at 4am especially. I don't remember taking it, or coming up on it or even having the idea that tripping would be a good idea. I can't put into words how waking up out of a walking coma on 7 hits of acid felt. When I woke up, everything I saw I took as normal. The most I've ever done was 5 hits and on average I'll take 4. And the trips I've had on 4 hits were definitely intense. On 7 I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Microcosmos (not microcosms) would develop, expand, and finally die. And I could watch this infinite cycle in sped up time. Due to the high dose of xanax and lsd, if I were talking to someone about something for too long I'd have to ask them what I was talking about. Then they'd remind me, "you're talking about your english paper". But then I'd say, "hmm...english paper". I simply couldn't comrehend "english paper". All I understood was the swaying, morphing coral sprouting out from every surface. Now I've seen trails plenty a time. But these trails were the definition of trails. If someone moved there arm I could track the movement through space and still see the arm at both starting point and where it stopped until it faded. I wish I could explain the thought processes and the epiphanies that were occurring but due to all that xanax (and I forgot to mention 4 vicodin) there's just no way to recall. I like to write down my thoughts, but a keyboard had no meaning. The words that would appear on the screen wouldn't adhere to their assigned symbol and meaning. An "A" was a building, or an H, or simply three lines that couldn't possibly mean anything significant.
The next day I went to school (I go to a community college) and some minor visuals remained. When my eastern philosophy teacher would lecture he'd use his hands a lot and I couldn't help but notice the obvious trails left behind his movements. It was odd that day as well in that class. I usually don't talk much and neither do others. It made me sad. So I just started getting into discussion about the hindu religions and philosophies and the belief in the cycle of samsara and perfecting your karma life after life until finally you supposedly are able to see through the veil of maya and attain moksha and merge with the supreme being brahman. I constantly was finding problems with the process itself and things that contradicted the process itself. I just kept questioning certain aspects of the cycle of samsara and the role of karma and how that amounts to the true renunciation prior to moksha. It got the class fired up. This is a group of people sit back, take notes (sometimes), occasionally have something to say though usually nothing meaningful and watch the clock more than they do concentrate on the lecture. But my curious inquires seemed to strike a nerve in about half the class and they joined in with me and began to understand the complex belief system of the ancient hindus.
Though I didn't plan this trip nor did I have any prior intentions of dropping it at all, some good definitely came out of it. I've never had my mind blown to pieces this many times and this intensely in one 10 hour period of time. It could have turned out really bad, but I lucked out. It was a very interesting experience and not one that I regret.
My next psychedelic endeavor involves a 10 strip, 2-3g mushrooms, 1-2 rolls and of course the sacred herb. All of that at a private beach, dosing timed specifically to catch the sunset. I could have written more, but it would have been an endless report. This is my first report on bluelight. I've sent in about 4 to erowid, but they get so many reports it takes them quite a while to get around to all of them. Hope someone enjoys this report. I can't wait to tell you all about my experience at the beach. I have it planned for early to mid summer. BTW, if anyone would like to comment on their experience with mushrooms+lsd+rolls or just mushrooms and lsd, I would LOVE to hear about it on this thread. Feel free to delve into your experience with a similar combo as I've never tried LSD and mushrooms together. They seem like they'd be perfectly synergistic. The sacred, wise aura of the mushroom and the electronic, synthetic power of the LSD and the compassion and empathy of the MDMA. Thanks for reading.
Prepare yourself for one hell of a fk'd up story. Where do I start? I'd been saving about 20 hits of blotter in my freezer since early January. It wasn't the strongest batch I'd ever come across, but in no way could I say that it was the weakest. Two and a half hits usually would suffice and provide a nice, pleasant trip.
Well, I take xanax 3mg/daily and a generic form of adderal IR 10mg 3x/daily. Well my doctor upped my xanax dose to 4mg/daily. Thing is, prior to my visit with her I'd run out of all meds completely. FOR TWO WEEKS! Withdrawls were extreme, but I made it through okay. So I go to school, load up on amphetamines, go home, do some homework then decide it's time to slow down my poor brain. I believe I popped about 3 xanax at first. Eventually I popped at least two more, and later (it's hard to remember now) possibly another 4-5. As far as I knew, I fell asleep. Wrong.
I had yet another xanax zombification episode. I wasn't aware. As any of you who have had a benzo black out you know what I'm talking about. Well, I can't describe to you the events that took place between then and when I "came to", but here is the crazy part. I woke up out of this trance rather quickly, but I didn't just wake up. I woke up tripping harder than I've EVER tripped before. It was bizarre because I didn't freak out, I wasn't confused by the distortion, breathing, and morphing visual perception. To me it was like waking up out of an unexplained blackout and coming into a world where this is just how things were. When I realized I was on acid, I checked my stash hoping I hadn't taken it all. I counted 6 hits remaining. I had 13 left out of 20. So I took 7 hits of moderately potent acid. Then I noticed that I was missing 4-5 10mg adderalls.
It was one hell of a ride, but it angered me. When I trip, I plan. The thought of tripping hardly crosses my mind unless I see purpose and reasonable oppurtunity. I had no intentions of tripping; at 4am especially. I don't remember taking it, or coming up on it or even having the idea that tripping would be a good idea. I can't put into words how waking up out of a walking coma on 7 hits of acid felt. When I woke up, everything I saw I took as normal. The most I've ever done was 5 hits and on average I'll take 4. And the trips I've had on 4 hits were definitely intense. On 7 I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Microcosmos (not microcosms) would develop, expand, and finally die. And I could watch this infinite cycle in sped up time. Due to the high dose of xanax and lsd, if I were talking to someone about something for too long I'd have to ask them what I was talking about. Then they'd remind me, "you're talking about your english paper". But then I'd say, "hmm...english paper". I simply couldn't comrehend "english paper". All I understood was the swaying, morphing coral sprouting out from every surface. Now I've seen trails plenty a time. But these trails were the definition of trails. If someone moved there arm I could track the movement through space and still see the arm at both starting point and where it stopped until it faded. I wish I could explain the thought processes and the epiphanies that were occurring but due to all that xanax (and I forgot to mention 4 vicodin) there's just no way to recall. I like to write down my thoughts, but a keyboard had no meaning. The words that would appear on the screen wouldn't adhere to their assigned symbol and meaning. An "A" was a building, or an H, or simply three lines that couldn't possibly mean anything significant.
The next day I went to school (I go to a community college) and some minor visuals remained. When my eastern philosophy teacher would lecture he'd use his hands a lot and I couldn't help but notice the obvious trails left behind his movements. It was odd that day as well in that class. I usually don't talk much and neither do others. It made me sad. So I just started getting into discussion about the hindu religions and philosophies and the belief in the cycle of samsara and perfecting your karma life after life until finally you supposedly are able to see through the veil of maya and attain moksha and merge with the supreme being brahman. I constantly was finding problems with the process itself and things that contradicted the process itself. I just kept questioning certain aspects of the cycle of samsara and the role of karma and how that amounts to the true renunciation prior to moksha. It got the class fired up. This is a group of people sit back, take notes (sometimes), occasionally have something to say though usually nothing meaningful and watch the clock more than they do concentrate on the lecture. But my curious inquires seemed to strike a nerve in about half the class and they joined in with me and began to understand the complex belief system of the ancient hindus.
Though I didn't plan this trip nor did I have any prior intentions of dropping it at all, some good definitely came out of it. I've never had my mind blown to pieces this many times and this intensely in one 10 hour period of time. It could have turned out really bad, but I lucked out. It was a very interesting experience and not one that I regret.
My next psychedelic endeavor involves a 10 strip, 2-3g mushrooms, 1-2 rolls and of course the sacred herb. All of that at a private beach, dosing timed specifically to catch the sunset. I could have written more, but it would have been an endless report. This is my first report on bluelight. I've sent in about 4 to erowid, but they get so many reports it takes them quite a while to get around to all of them. Hope someone enjoys this report. I can't wait to tell you all about my experience at the beach. I have it planned for early to mid summer. BTW, if anyone would like to comment on their experience with mushrooms+lsd+rolls or just mushrooms and lsd, I would LOVE to hear about it on this thread. Feel free to delve into your experience with a similar combo as I've never tried LSD and mushrooms together. They seem like they'd be perfectly synergistic. The sacred, wise aura of the mushroom and the electronic, synthetic power of the LSD and the compassion and empathy of the MDMA. Thanks for reading.
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