Thanks for the reply Stee. IpLSD sounds ace. I would love to try it. Your right about the 12 hour commitment that regular acid involves. Sometimes its a bit too much. Have you tried ALD-52?
It's probably why for me taking LSD is a planned experience (well apart from the time half my rugby club dropped during our awards night at a sponsors restuarant. The acceptance speeches were fucking hilarious
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I have a ritual of needing to wash my hair, cut my finger nails, make my bed so I have a comfortable place to eventually crash at the end and call my kids to tell them I love them. I guess it's all about creating an ideal mindset for me. Usually I'm tripping at a doof so it makes life a hell of a lot easier once the sun sets to organise my campsite for minimum effort.
Typically we doof for several days but I will only ever trip on the middle day. I usually arrive and set up camp Friday night. Before dusk there is a welcoming and cleansing ceremony, usually involving a gathering circle where everyone hold hands in a circle and a pagan style smoke ritual is performed. Children usually run around while the gathering of strangers gradually evolves into a community of likeminded souls.
Rather than dive straight in I will cook a gourmet meal, share a spliff and a couple of beers with the strangers camping next to us and hit my bed early. I'll usually set my alarm for an hour before dawn, drop a dose and brew a cup of tea. We are winter doofers, so it is usuaklly misty cold with the rare frost, perfect weather to hug a mug around a camp fire.
Unlike raves, well organised doofs plan their DJ sets in a way to manipulate the vibe of the site. If they played high energy bangers for three days straight it would create a monster. Instead between the hours of 2am and dawn they drop the tempo, creating an almost eutherial sonic environment, that isn't ideal to sleep but calming enough to rest to.
As the sun starts to rise however is the sweet spot. Most people like myself will wrap in warm clothes and slowly drift towards the main dusty dance floor. As the sun starts to rise and burn away the heavy fog, the tempo of the music starts to rise. By now the first shivers of LSD placebo has begun to creep up your spine and more and more people crawl out of bed to make it down to the decks.
The newbie punters who have partied all night are often curled up in front on a fire, bemused that so many people might suddenly want to be awake. The tunes start to increase in pace, slowly lifting the mood of the site until right on cue, as the sun rises above the nearby mountains the place erupts in a furious energy like nothing I have ever experienced.
They call it a dawn stomp, and if do it right is the reason people trek hundreds of miles. By the time the acid is flowing the dance floor is a heaving cloud of barefoot dances kicking up a dusty storm. Layers of warm clothes are shed as the day warms up and the waves of LSD flowed in unison with the DJs sets.
12 hours is is long time so that's why a comfortable campsite removed from the speakers is important. Often it might take 15 minutes to wander back and worth. Sometimes it's easy to get sidetracked by a random campsite, usually one that has been decorated by equally creative and crazy minds. It's nothing for you to stumble upon a strange group and before you know it you are sharing blueberry pancakes and coca wine with an architect.
By late afternoon it can be too hot for much. If you are lucky there might be a water hole, or a breeze to blow through your tent to allow an afternoon "pretendies" nap. The die had ss might try and kick on into the night, but usually fresh campers have arrived Saturday afternoon to party that night and the following day. Usually I am spent, and cooking a hearty meal is all I have the mental energy for.
A long sleep that night before a longer drive home the next day means I am grateful come Sunday night for a shower and bed. If I'm clever, I don't work Monday, allowing the warm afterglow to do its desired job of recharging me for what ever challengers that lay ahead.
