I had been waiting on my dudeman to get some acid in for nearly 2 months (It’s not plentiful where I’m from). I woke up on friday morning to a text that said ‘hey man, wanna trip your ass off?’ I had tripped acid 4 times before, and tried shrooms for the first time the friday before that. But he said this time would be different, because this was the strongest acid he’d ever had. Needless to say, I was fucking stoked. So I rode into town with a friend to pick the stuff up. I was looking for a ten strip, but as I said, it’s hard to get the stuff where I’m from, so all we could get was 2 each, on blotters, 3 hits per blotter. Long story short, my friend couldn’t trip with me as planned, so against my better judgement I decided I’d trip alone. Fortunately another friend showed up, so I wasn’t alone. At about 6pm, I took my two blotters, and brought my bowl and a baggie of weed with me and my friend outside to toke up while I waited for the onset. There’s this hill behind my apartment, and it overlooks the valley that I live in. Beautiful mountains, sunny day, the beginning of spring, you get the picture. My friend and I went out behind the hill (the smoke spot for me and my friends) to toke up a bit before venturing into the woods to explore while I tripped. We smoked a few cigarettes, and a cigar, it had been perfect so far. Just chillin with one of my best friends, sharing stories, reminiscing, setting myself up for a marvelous trip. Then my friend says we should toke up, so I pack up a bowl. I’d been toking out there every day for two years. No problems. Today, that would all change. Before we even started toking, the shit hit the fan. At literally the EXACT moment that I started feeling the onset, my friend gets this look of absolute terror on his face, and gestures to the left of me. I immediately started tripping….HARD, seeing fractals, colorful tracers, and feeling a range of emotions I’d never even conceived possible. All while this is happening, two people were walking up to our little smoke spot, two vaguely familiar people. And then it hit me. It was the owner of my apartment complex and her son, a big ol’ country boy. My heart started racing. It literally felt like the end of my life as I knew it. There was no way I could hide the bowl, ‘fuck it’, I thought, and said ‘well hello!’
‘well hi there!’ she said.
‘Look, I’m not gonna lie, I think you know what me and my buddy were planning on doing out here, we were about to smoke some pot’
I knew that lying was futile, and it took every ounce of courage I had to tell her the truth. Another long story short, she let me off with a warning because I was honest with her.
Before they left us alone, her big redneck son just had to mention the police.
‘If I see you or anyone of your punk friends smokin’ pot out here again, I’ma callin’ the law’
I literally could not believe what had just happened to me.
I had to take a few minutes to calm down. I smoked a few cigarettes and talked to my friend. I still, to this day, don’t know how I handled myself as maturely as I did, considering I was barely on planet earth at the time.
We obviously couldn’t toke back there now, but I needed to smoke some bud to get my head straight so I could calm down and attempt to take the edge off of the inevitable bad trip that would ensue. The details are a bit foggy, but by the time I left the smoke spot it was only a quarter after 6. Only 16 minutes had passed since I took my two blotters. Inconceivable, I thought to myself as I walked into my gravel parking lot. How could this happen to me? An experienced tripped, I knew how easy it was to let my thoughts take me to dark places, and I panicked. I lit up another cigarette and looked up at the landscape around me. The mountain ranges around me were literally bending and contorting, running into eachother and melting down themselves. That’s when I knew I had to get away from my apartment as quickly as possible. If my apartment owner had went inside and talked to my mom, it would be the end of me. I knew that she’d freak out and I’d get in trouble and get scared. So I snuck inside, hid my weed and pipe, and went back outside. We hiked a bit, up a small mountain, to another smoke spot, far from view. We were in the middle of the woods sitting on a log, and I went into my pocket for my bud, but of course I left it at my house for some idiotic reason. After that realization, I decided it would be best to wait for the onset to finish, so that I’d have time to get back home before I started peaking. The trees were literally melting all over my friend and I. Every single thing that I saw, heard, and experienced, was coupled with a different emotion. Most of these emotions were different forms of the greatest horror I’ve ever felt in my entire life. It took about an hour, but my friend eventually managed to calm me down enough to walk home. I decided netflix would have to entertain me, so that I could keep my mind off of all the terrible things I’d seen and felt so far. It was about 7:30. All I can remember thinking was that I was going to die. But I managed to keep my cool just long enough for my mom to head to bed without noticing anything out of the ordinary. After she went to bed, I wasn’t even there anymore, in my room. I was in nothingness, where nothing existed but my own consciousness. It started out as completely black, and then slowly I began seeing fractals again, with tracers flying off of every visual that I saw. But then the tracers started changing colors, and emitting sparks, which also ran through the entire color spectrum. All the while, feeling absolutely horrible emotions from every visual that I saw. At this point, I was floating through time and space, learning about myself, seeing myself in ways that I had never seen before, but unlike my other trips, I hated it. I began to hate myself for getting caught. I feared what would happen the next morning. Then I remembered what the owner’s son had said about calling the law, and I snapped back into consciousness and heard nothing but screaming. Coming from outside, my window was open. I live on the second floor. I slowly creeped to the window and looked outside and what I saw literally killed my will to live any longer. Red and blue flashing lights, and officers talking to my neighbors. There was no fucking way this was happening. I immediately turned to my friend, sobbing uncontrollably, my voice cracking, and barely muttered ‘I’m so SO sorry…’
My friend asked what was going on, and I told him that the cops were here. He had toked up in my bathroom earlier, and immediately became alert. I don’t know how he kept calm, but he slowly got up, and came to the window. He saw the lights, and heard the screaming, and heard the officers too. I wasn’t just tripping, they were actually there. We agreed on taking whatever punishment may come like men, and not freaking out, so as to avoid me going crazy. We locked every door and window, turned out every light, and I got into bed, and he laid down on my couch. It was about 2 am. I literally laid in bed until 8 in the morning, more afraid than I’ve ever been, with my friend asleep. Alone, tripping. Seeing terrible things. A million, billion times I experienced the police barging into my house, through every imaginable scenario. I couldn’t sleep. I thought I was going to die or go crazy, the victim of my my own consciousness eating me alive. I don’t remember much else from that night.
I woke up the next day at about noon, at literally the exact same instant as my friend, sat up, and looked him dead in the eyes. He started laughing uncontrollably and so did I. ‘See? I told you nothing bad was going to happen!’
To this day, I don’t know what happened that night, or if the cops were even really there. But I definitely learned a lot about myself, and exactly how I handle bad situations and fear. Oh, and I quit using drugs for a long time. I was scared shitless.
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The first time I did acid was this past Halloween. Me and my boyfriend and a few friends went to this Halloween party at a barn in the mountains and this groovy local band had a live show in the barn there. My boyfriend had done acid many times before, but this was my first time, so I was a little hesitant especially since I was around a bunch of people I didn’t know. Well we both took one hit, but it was apparently strong stuff and I started to feel it about an hour later.
Taking acid for the first time at a Halloween party probably wasn’t the greatest idea because all of the costumes started to fuck with me. We were all crowded into the barn listening to the band and I caught out of the corner of my eye this couple dressed as a corpse bride and groom. Well, I convinced myself we were at their wedding reception and everyone was performing this “dance” that someone was filming for them to keep as a memory of their wedding or something. Well everyone was playing out their costume’s character in this dance or whatever it was I convinced myself they were doing. I kept discovering my friends were a part of this dance thing and kept screaming to different people “Oh no, you’re a part of this too!!” and eventually I convinced myself that I was a part of this charade (I was an Indian) too without realizing it, and started to play the role of an Indian. It freaked me out, but for some reason I still really enjoyed it.
After I started to calm down, I laid beside this HUGE bonfire they had and looked up at the stars and and the smoke rising from the fire and the ashes falling down made it look like it was snowing. That was one of my favorite moments, just lying there and enjoying the beauty of the world around me.
Afterwards, my boyfriend and I went home and did the dirty. I was starfishing that shit the whole time because behind him was this western playing out and I could see the night sky on my ceiling and see/feel/hear a fire surrounded by wild horses. He fell asleep and I stared at him for a while because his blood was glowing and rainbow colored and I could see it pumping throughout his body. It was one crazy experience.
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I was at my best friends house, and me and one other friend had two tabs. At first, I felt really anxious and nauseous, and for some reason I felt like everything was going so fast. Everything started to move in a weird trail sort of thing, and it was like I had 3-D vision (like there was a layer of red and off layer of blue.) My friend and I decided to open the window to let in some fresh air. When I looked out the window, something came over me. Everything outside was so beautiful. It was nighttime, and infront of the window was a large tree that was swaying in the wind. I honestly felt like I was in Pocahontas lol. I took off my hoodie and climbed out the window only wearing my bra and jeans and took a stroll. It was wonderful, the night air was really brisk and the grass between my toes felt like silk. I started running up a hill next to my friends house, and literally started going wild. I ran and jumped and smiled and laughed. It took my friends a while to realize I was gone lol.
After some time, me and my friends went outside together, and we just stood in a parking lot staring at the sky. After about 2 hours, everything was uber chill. I didnt feel like everything was really fast anymore, but now it was switched to slow-motion and distortion. When I took a shower in the bathroom, I was so busy looking at my body; it looked like i had this curly tribal design all over my skin, it was awesome.
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A messy, yet perfect cocktail of drugs. Pharmaceutical, natural psychedelics, a hyperactive and manic brain and eventually a sedative all together. First to come are the psychedelics and pharmaceuticals resulting in a powerful trip, but one which is manageable by an experienced person. Heavy visuals and positive vibes…. Until a sort of dam containing a reservoir of brain chemicals is breached which results soon after in the dam crumbling under the weight and force of this brain activity. At that moment the psychedelic effects are subdued by an overwhelming amount of energy, fast and sporadic movements and compulsive behavior until the mind becomes focused again. Let us say that this point of focus is set on a paisley design. The fractal image soon penetrates the brain, consuming nearly all thought as your vision is made up completely of paisley fractals as though you are falling through them, grasping a sort of sense, or feeling of infinity. But while your mind may be occupied, your body sure is not as you repeat to yourself “Paisley, infinity, infinite regression, paisley, infinity, infinite regression etc.” your physical self is going on with its wild and reckless behavior. Soon you feel a contact, a force, another being in your presence. You snap out of the psychedelic world and come into a very strange, alien place. In this alien world, there are other people like you, though they know not of your state of bliss and within moments strange animals carrying many flashing lights appear and there are more people inside them! But the lights are incredible, flashing red and blue, you approach the “animal” and want to know it, experience it, you touch it, lick it, taste it and become nauseous, vomiting on the animal before one of these alien people pushes you away, so you back off but they do not leave you alone. You turn away in search of a more peaceful setting (though you do not realize that is your intent at the moment) and before you know it…. You are on the ground with a great weight on your back! As you hit the ground, you fall through it, immersing yourself in a very strange and quiet world and for a few moments of eternity you have peace… Then the shouting. The aliens shouting in an incomprehensible language. Then a great surging electrical pain originating on your back, what in the worlds are these people doing to you? You shout out in pain before realizing that pain is only a perspective, so you change your perspective and shout at the top of your lungs “IT FEELS SO GOOD.” The sensation ends and then appears again. Your body goes limp as you are lifted into the air, your hands are bound and you are left at the mercy of these angry aliens. You black out and enter a different world, one of pure white, no top or bottom or direction, just whiteness. And there are thousands of people in this world and you come to know that everybody here is in fact ~YOU~. And you are all killing yourself over and over but there are no pains or hard feelings. Instead there is a great amount of gratitude and happiness for the release. This happens until there is only two of you left. Two of you sharing a great learned consciousness with the knowledge and love of all those thousands (or definitely more, you could only see thousand in your field of view, but they kept going) of people combined. You embrace yourselves, floating in the whiteness. There is no greater intimacy, you fondle and grope yourself all over, licking, kissing, touching over every inch of yourself as a complete exploration; The feeling is completely ecstatic. Complete bliss, no other feeling in the world nor any word in any language to compare. Soon you bite yourself and feel pain, and it too is wonderful, every feeling is only a perspective and it is a choice to be negative about it. SO why not make everything positive? Your two bodies mesh together and begin the most sensual, spiritual and universe creating love-making possible. Sex of the purest and most intimate kind. Your bodies mesh completely together, embodying every life which ever was. But again, outside forces intrude. Stabbing pain in multiple locations, and this is when the sedative arrives. You black out of all thought and enter the universe first as a point, and then as a line. Living other lives. Knowing people as real as any others. Falling in love many times, creating friendships and great bonds, raising a family, leading a happy life, and then you die. And then you wake up, your whole body jolting upwards and you are in a foreign place, people sitting around you, your are tied down and nearly choking on your tongue, you scream nonsense at the top of your lungs, unable to know any real language. You black out again. Live another whole life, as a murderer perhaps. A murderer who gets stabbed and dies in prison, you wake up again, black out again. This time you are practically nothing. Working a dead-end job until you die. You wake up again. A tragic mountaineering accident, you remember your body grinding on a glacier after you fall, you remember that exact pain before you die, wake up and black out. You live a troubled life and end up jumping from a window, suicide. You wake up and live to be a child only to die in an accident. The lives keep coming and the death keep coming until lives and deaths pass by faster and faster and faster until you snap into a sort of nirvana, moksha, one-ness and you are complete. Whole again. You stay like that for an eternity, until you place yourself back right where you belong. You see colors; begin naming them, re-learning your language. But you’re missing something. You are still tied to a bed, but in a different place, surrounded by people with such uncompassionate faces. They shine bring lights in your eyes which are still star-struck as your brain is filled with visuals. You enter another world again, when you were once a male you are now a pregnant female. Pregnant with yourself from the previous copulation. There is an immense pain as you birth yourself and there is the best thought you can muster…. The thought that perhaps, you won’t wake up again…. Perhaps you are home (much later in life realizing as a wise ent once said… “Home is here now”.). You hear someone say something… An alien but it is just like you, an alien of a different you, coming from a place of one-ness, this baffles you. The alien asks “is this your name? (and then speaks it)” That is your name, you remember it and scream out in joy, you are home, maybe. Just maybe you are home. But then another alien grabs your genitalia, shoving a knobbed pipe into it creating a searing pain. You do not like this world. You snap out of it, everybody seems angry with you. You did not hurt or attack anybody at all, they say so themselves. They ask questions but all you can do is reply “um yes” because you do not understand. You find yourself in tears at this hostile world. And a part of you wants to go right back to the other worlds while another part of you is terrified of what happened. This limited mind grasping all which just happened in the face of such cruel treatment and terrible aliens. But much later on you remember perspectives, and how beautiful everything can be if you choose to make it that way. And after even more time, you realize your name is not yours, and you search on for your name. Not afraid though, because home is here now. And that is what matters.
Cautionary Tale of the Day: An eyedropper full of acid: Not even once.
(sNSFW, 30 hits of LSD.)
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I was up for 2 days, with my boyfriend just dosing and dosing up in Cali. I had experienced so many personalities, I had aged 100 times over. By the end of the 2nd day, I had two thought people. One, was thinking thought after thought after idea after philosophy after thought. The other, was strangling the my other thought person.
I’m not sure if it was before Kurt’s death or after, but I think it was before. I went to vocational school for half my school day, and I was in a radio DJ class. The class was stupid and pointless and the only parts I enjoyed were being in the booth and playing the three good songs they had in their collection and acting like an ass while the whole class had to sit and listen. My best memory is a class project we had. The assignment was to make a mix tape of a FEW segments of a FEW songs of your favorite band to share with the class. At that time for me, it was of course Nirvana! When I went to make the mix tape, I found that I had to grab at least a whole verse or chorus, and could not grab just small segments. And I also found I wanted to put all of my favorite songs on the tape. Realizing I had exceeded the time I would be using in my presentation, I decided I would just fast forward through the tape as needed. Before class the next day, a group of kids were standing to the side passing around a very large joint. I squeezed myself into the circle and had a few puffs. I didn’t smoke much at the time, so needless to stay I was pretty fucked up when class started. I don’t remember much, but when it was my turn to get in front of the class, I proceeded to make an ass out of myself. I introduced my favorite band and started playing the tape. I was a little wasted and found myself grooving into each song so much that I couldn’t fast forward and just kept playing the tape until I noticed my teacher and fellow students were trying to get me to turn off the music. I finished and I went back to my desk and passed out. The teacher came by and asked me if I was feeling alright, I said yes and she left me alone the rest of the class. I’m sure she knew, as well as the rest of the class, that I was stoned off my ass! But I have a feeling that I wouldn’t have been able to stop the music even if I hadn’t been high. I was just so connected to the music at the time. The End.
It’s hard to explain, and it isn’t at all how it is during the movies. Anyway, Becky and i drove out to Venice beach. She picked me up around 10:30. Once we got there, she pulls out the little ziploc and oil wrapped tabs and pulls two teeny pieces of paper. We both placed the under out tongue, and she told me to wait a little while before swallowing them. We spent forever trying to find a parking spot, because both of us are too lazy to pay $10 for parking. We walk to the beach and walk around the little booths. Right away i buy this adorable elephant pipe from a rasta themed stand. We walk along, admiring all of the little trinkets. We sit down on the sand and smoke a couple bowls from my new pipe, and just then I feel this insane weed high, except I did not smoke enough to warrant it. We walk along the pier, buy large black coffees, smoke a few cigarettes, and are incredibly happy. Everything looked so beautiful. There was no crazy colors or anything like that. Just pure contentment. I keep analyzing my high though, as does Becky. Things that would normally matter to me do not matter anymore. Money seems incredibly worthless, but I remind myself not to spend too much because “sober me” would not like that. I feel like I am rising higher and higher, and looking down at myself. I start freaking out that I will be stuck high forever, “like Inception.” Becky had to talk me out of it, but the word permafried keeps coming up. I have thousands of epiphanies (most of them completely illogical). I decide that college is my god. (???) Hygiene seemed completely unnecessary- that was something my “sober self” could deal with much more efficiently. I start freaking out that after I become sober again, things that I care about will not seem important to me. We trek back to the car after I buy a feather earring, but we have no idea where we parked. Every time we walk, if I look at a focal point it seems to never get closer, until we actually pass it. Time does not make any sense. Things seem to go on for eternity and also happen simultaneously. After asking a lady where “4th and Brooks” was, we finally get back to the car and just sit. I played ukulele. Becky starting freaking out that we looked strange just sitting in the car. Eventually, we grew bored. I’m not sure if we were in the car for 10 minutes or 2 hours. We decide to sober up in Chatsworth, and after convincing me she’s okay to drive, we get on the freeway and head to Ralph’s, because both of us are about to piss our pants. Getting to the supermarket was quite the challenge. We sit in the parking lot (now 6:30), and decide to go to my house. We are both a little panicked at acting sober around my parents. Once we walk in the door, my mom starts to yell at me about picking things up and I was sure I looked incredibly fucked up. We both go immediately upstairs, and go online, but a couple hours later we are called back down again for dinner. Warren is also over. How the fuck we both got through that dinner without seeming high is beyond me. We both tried to keep our mouths shut, lest some “artsy” rambling come spewing. Food was incredibly unappetizing. I hadn’t really eaten anything all day but the LSD had completely curbed my appetite. We ate fairly quickly (I think) and then went back upstairs. Becky stayed for a couple more hours until it was time for her to go home and I stayed in my room, surfing the web.
LSD came about at a very important time in American culture. It was a time when widespread tensions were taking over American society. Generations were split on topics such as the U.S. presence in Vietnam, race relations, sexual behavior, women’s rights, and, yes, even experimentation with psychoactive drugs. People wanted peace, they wanted to live in harmony, and they wanted: Sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll. Whether people agree with drug use or not, LSD played an integral part in the transformation of a generation, had a massive effect on how people interpreted the American Dream, and shaped the nation’s youth — for better or worse. Here is a look back at LSD, 50 years after its introduction into popular culture.
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I live with my grandma and she was gone for two weeks on business. So, naturally, I decided to throw a two week party, which culminated in a group trip. Two of my friends, Zach and Joanna, came over around 6pm to help me clean the house, when I took two blotter hits, unknown amount. We straightened up the house, cleaned for awhile and I got the initial stings of it in my neck around 6:45. We all sat down on the couch and talked as the acid slowly washed over me. I was feeling so good, everything was perfect, everything was in its right place. Around 8, my friend Kurtis came over and took two Sweet Tarts that had fat drops on them and I proceeded to take one of those as well. Three and some odd hits in (we had no idea how much was on the tarts) and I was on top of the world. Nothing could be more perfect. My best friend Chris joined us shortly after that and took one blotter hit. We were all sitting around talking and listening to music, mostly Flaming Lips, and my head was starting to get really hot. It felt like it was gonna explode, so I walked into my room and laid down, That didn’t help so I stopped the music, told everyone to be quiet and waited for the feeling to pass. It did and Kurtis and I ate another tart apiece. I’m now at roughly four hits, and literally, nothing could ruin my experience at that moment. I remember telling my friends that my grandma could come home at that very moment and I would greet her with a smile and a big hug, cause I just loved her so much. Everything was beautiful, my friends, the music, the atmosphere. At 11, we proceeded to go to Steak ‘N Shake, Kurtis and I eating yet another tart on the way there. We literally walked into the restaurant eating our acid and were seated by a waitress, who I’m pretty sure knew what was going on to some extent. We were there for about an hour and everyone’s faces were melting and floating and morphing into all sorts of crazy shapes and sizes. The walls were rippling, the floor was moving beneath my feet. It took me fifteen minutes to realize that we had already been brought our food, and I proceeded to chow down. Then we got a text from ANOTHER friend of ours who originally wasn’t going to be able to make it, saying that the sooner we found him, the sooner he could trip balls. When we got back to my house, Kurtis and I spent at least ten minutes tripping on the huge tree in my front yard. We all met back up at my house and Tiiho took his two blotter hits. It was his first time, so I spent a lot of my trip watching him. Then we had another two friends come to chill with us, they were on two hits each, and we popped in the Flaming Lips movie Zaireeka and laid on the couch talking and tripping. Again, it was beautiful. Soon, everyone except my best friend Chris, Tiiho and I had left to go get some green, so we sat down and had a series of in depth conversations about life and the universe for about three hours or so while we waited for the others to get back from their weed trip. When they did, they proceede to smoke, but Tiiho had eaten the last of our tarts and wanted to go out. So Chris and I took him out, I’m still trippin balls and so is Tiiho. We end up in this park to watch the sunrise and run around in the snow for awhile, loving everything about the world including all the people in it, and especially the people we were with at the moment. We talked about how great acid was and how great a band the Flaming Lips were and then went back to my house. There, we smoked some weed and went and crashed on the couch. Everyone finally passed out to That 70’s Show and we all woke up around 11am to smoke more weed and clean up after ourselves a little. We spent the rest of the day just chilling. It was the greatest night of my life and without a doubt, one of the most spiritual experiences of my life.
