Took 20 hits at once

This post was in response to someone who said LSD will not mess with your thoughts. Well I took a bunch of LSD one day and let me tell you how profoundly it can mess with your thoughts.
I once bought a SHEET and a half of acid (300 plus hits) The full sheet was about the size of a CD case inlay card plus a half of one which I paid like $280.00 for or maybe more I cant remember as this was almost 10 years ago. It is important to note that I was living with my parents at the time.
So one beautiful spring day while my parents were both at work I invited a good friend of mine over to take what we thought would be an obscene amount of LSD. By this time I only had the sheet for a week and tried 2 hits of it the day I bought it to see how good it was. And it was good trust me. We were both intent on taking as much acid as we could hold in our mouths but I measured out 10 hits for each of us trying to be cautious. We looked at the strips I had cut and both of us decided it just looked too small so I went ahead and doubled it. (throwing caution out the window) So we both put 20 hits of acid in our mouths and probably more because I was being generous. We sucked on this gob of paper for like 20 minutes and did not speak or even open our mouth so that we would not lose any of it. After 45 minutes or so we still had loads of mushy paper in our mouths and decided all the LSD must be absorbed by now so we finally swallowed it. Then it began.
It started slowly like any acid trip with a feeling of anxiety but this time I felt like I could not sit still at all and I couldnt. We were trying to sit down in my room and listen to music but I could not stop walking around fidgeting and grinding my teeth. Saying shit to my friend like "OK we just took a lot of acid and its cool... Its gonna be fun and this song sounds amazing but I just cant sit down for it man." Constantly reassuring my self out loud like this. "Im OK I just took too much acid today to be still." My friend writes a lot so he brought his journal with him and was sitting on my bed trying to write. He would write something down then he would just fall back in my bed and lay there for a minute then sit back up and write again then fall back down grinning from ear to ear. We only got to listen to a few songs and I guess it was about an hour and a half since we first took the hits and I began to panic. I kept thinking to myself that my dad might get off work early and come home to find his son tripping his balls off. This thought was very unsettling to me since my parents did not condone such behavior. I had to hide all of my drug use from them and they thought I was such a good boy.
Thank God my friend was there to talk me through this. We went outside and I related my thoughts to him about it and he assured me over and over that my dad has to work all day and he is not coming home early. Then my fear turned into extreme sorrow because I had to hide my true self from the two most important people in my life and it made me feel really disgusted that life had to be this way. So for the next half hour or so outside I had a small emotional breakdown and ended up sitting in the fetal position crying to myself as my friend kept saying "Fuck it man!! They arent here now but I am." "Im not gonna baby-sit you this whole trip and your gonna have to go through this alone." I remember him saying something about a "hobo voyage" and "Youre the only one that can go through it." He was doing his best to entertain me. He was moving around crazy doing some yoga or something weird trying to make me laugh and thats when I looked up at him and noticed a butterfly fly right in front of me and then up to the sky. It was amazing the trails and colors this butterfly left it made a streak in front of me that felt like I could touch it and as it flew up into the air it just melted right into the clouds. I went from extreme depression and crying my eyes out to bursting with laughter all in one second. The jittery anxious feelings had worn off and I felt extremely peaceful. I was finally able to stand up and smoke a cigarette and have a conversation with my friend. Everything was alive as we talked. In my peripheral vision the world was pulsing like a strobe light with intense energy, everything seemed to be moving around and breathing. We made so many connections talking. We solved it all, we figured out all the mysteries of the universe and knew we were right where we were supposed to be.
This was over 4 hours into the trip and this is where I explain how drastically LSD can mess with your thoughts. The conversations my friend and I were having were all about letting go of the material things and coming together in love and tearing down the boundaries of states, countries and religious beliefs and uniting as one world of human beings. It made perfect sense to me and it felt very important that the entire world hear this message so I started screaming it at the top of my lungs. "LET GO!!! LET GO OF YOUR FEARS!!! COME OUT OF HIDING AND BURN YOUR TV!!! UNITE!!! BEYOND AMERICA, BEYOND RELIGION!!! UNITE FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY!!!
At this time my friend was tripping too hard to try and calm me down and it seemed like he was enjoying it and was even screaming with me so this went on for quite some time. Of course I remember neighbors walking out into their yards and looking at me and so I would yell to them. COME ON OVER!!! COME OUT OF YOUR HOLE AND STOP HIDING FROM ME!!! LET GO OF YOUR LIES!!! LET GO OF YOUR FEARS!!! LETS GET TOGETHER FOR LOVE!!! FOR PEACE!!! WE ARE ONE!!! In my mind I really thought that the whole world would eventually start to come over and get together in my back yard. I envisioned CNN with cameras coming over to report this to other countries who couldnt make it and celebrities coming over to meet with me and help spread the message.
I didnt know this at the time but my long time neighbor Jean who is a good friend of the family was talking to the other neighbors who were ready to call the cops. Telling them its OK, she knows me and she will take care of it. Luckily no one called the cops but my neighbor Jean finally came to the back yard as I was ranting and raving and I came down to greet her and hugged her and told her how beautiful she was and how she is a part of me and everyone else is one with us. She managed to talk me out of screaming any more and said "Its OK you dont have to yell anymore everyone is already coming and we are finally gonna get together." The screaming stopped at that point and I had completely forgotten that I was on an acid trip even though I was tripping my brains out I thought I had just gotten some kind of power and I was a messenger of God sent to unite the world and this was my day.
Everything felt right and Jean was being so nice I couldnt wait for the world to start coming over and I was so excited I said "Wheres my mother?" "Shes gonna be so proud of me why isnt she here for this." Jean explained to me that she was at work so I said "Get the phone, I have to talk to her!" This is why I say LSD messes with your thoughts because under normal circumstances I would NOT be calling my mom while Im high. My friend tried to warn me that calling my mother was a bad idea but I insisted. So Jean brought me the phone and I held this strange device in my hands trying not to crush it with my spiritual energy as I dialed the number to my moms work. (My mother works in a small place and is always telling me what a bitch her boss is.) So her boss answers the phone and I end up going off on her right away. I cant remember exactly what I said to her but according to my mom it was pretty bad and almost got her fired. I just remember telling her not to give me any shit about it cause shes a stupid bitch and just put my mother on the phone. When my mom answers I proceed to tell her of this wonderful event that is about to take place in our back yard. "The whole world is coming over mom, you have to be here! I love you so much just hurry up and come home to your son." I handed the phone to Jean and I think she told her something about acid and what was going on so my mother got off work early to come home. I remember telling Jean that it wasnt the acid that caused this to happen that this was inevitable and God had this planned all along.
My friend left at that point and walked back to his house because he didnt want to be there when my mom came home. He didnt live very far away so he just left.
Finally my mom gets home and is all in a frantic asking me if I was OK all upset looking and crying. I was still tripping and I didnt know why she was so upset I tried to explain the whole messenger of God thing and how everyone was going to unite and that this was my purpose. I was starting to come down now however and I really wasnt that excited about it. I was feeling really tired from all the screaming and ranting I did and I just wanted to go lay down. the whole trip turned very mellow at that point so my mom took me inside and I went to my room and laid down. She sat in the bed next to me and I was telling her all about how religion is bad and it keeps us all separated but she didnt seem to care about that and just wanted to know what I had taken and if I had anymore. This is where you will have no doubt that LSD messes with your thoughts.
In any normal frame of mind I would have just told my mother that I took a little bit of LSD and I would never do it again. But since I was tripping balls I thought that this feeling was normal for me now (powers given to me by God) and I would never have to take acid again to feel like this. So I told my mom "Yes I took some acid but I dont even need it anymore." "I have a whole sheet and a half in the closet there that I wont be needing so you can just throw it down the toilet." I told my mother exactly where the acid was in my closet and she got it out and said "This is it?" "This is LSD?" My mother doesnt know much about drugs so I explained to her how the LSD is put onto blotter paper and that particular sheet still has 300 hits left on it. I even told her who I bought it from and how much I paid for it. It was like I was on some kind of truth serum. It just felt natural to me and I didnt want to hide anything anymore cause thats what my whole trip was about. Getting away from the lies and the bull shit and coming together in truth and love.
My dad eventually came home and I invited him to sit on the bed with me and mom and talk about religion and stuff and we had a nice conversation. It felt nice to be with my parents and be open with them about things for once but I was still pretty high.
Later that evening as I was coming down thinking about everything that went on that day I began to realize that I just gave my parents all that wonderful acid and told them to throw it down the toilet, and they did. This is the one thing in my life that I regret the most. I didnt have to tell them about the sheet I had bought... but I did, and I have never had the chance to buy another sheet since. Acid is very scarce in this town and hardly ever comes around and I must always live with the fact that I had all that acid but never got to enjoy it all.

 

wow, amazing story dude. too bad about all the wasted acid though, bummer.

 

God that really really really sucks. You lost hundreds... wow....

 

Interesting...how psychedelics allow you to tap into your subconcious and express this newly discovered ideality...it is often unfortunate when the ideality is so far from reality.

LSD is quite scarce these days so hopefully people will learn that there is no reason to ever take more than 1/2 mg. This corresponds to 8-10 average hits or 3-5 excellent ones. In your case it didn't matter as the whole sheet + was flushed, but a maximally intense trip is achieved at 500 mcg. The average joe wouldn't want to push past 250-350 mcg... a very intense dosage.

 

isnt 20 hits ego loss we're talking?
iv heard ego loss and breakdown of reality was achievable from 5 good hits
x x x

 

lol u should of gone to the woods thats where i fry , these weekend its 3mescalins... ow yea!

 

Damn you were trippin lol I had a similair trip like that where I thought I was a god and controlled everything and I told my friends like everything about me lol, that sucks about the wasted acid though

 

Wow, wow, wow. What an amazing story. I can so see that happening. Sorry you lost the hits, but I bet it was worth it for that beautiful trip

 

Amasing! how did you parents treat you after? Did they kick you out, hate you? What did they do?

 

Jackass. You controll your thoughts not L.S.D. You are just an imagination of yourself.

 

Ah man, there's no need to hate! While it's true that there are some highly experienced and/or very powerful beings who can controll (sic) their thoughts while tripping on 20 hits of good L, I can perfectly understand how that very story could happen to someone, even me, as I almost lost my mind while tripping once. The mind is a powerful thing, but few people who have much experience with LSD, alcohol, and a wide variety of other drugs haven't turned into someone different at least a time or two. It goes with the territory.

 

They didnt kick me out actually but it certainly changed their opinion of me. They have always been a little more concerned about me after that day. My dad was actually pretty cool about it but my mom got really scared. In the weeks following she would tell me how worried she was about me and how she couldnt take it if I wound up in jail or somehow got killed. How devastated she would be. It took her awhile to fully trust me again. She believed I was spiraling down that dark path of addiction and abuse so I had to do a lot of explaining to her about the difference between the hardcore crackheads and meth junkies she saw on TV and an explorer of consciousness like myself.

 

that is intense, I'm glad that it turned out fine.

 

if you took twenty hits of good acid you should have tripped longer than 24 hrs.

 

Haha, that sounds amazing. I'd of loved to be there.

All that acid though. It's painful to see 300 hits of Lucy flushed down the toilet.

Excellent story though. You should submit it to Erowid.

 

thats quite a story, i have story of my own while on acid...It made me realize how people could be such assholes and dicks and made me realize the truth and how and why other people acted towards other people...

if that makes sense...im not sure if i want to share it quite yet...but if other people want to hear it i might share

 

^ LSD brings out schizophrenia traits... And schizophrenics dont control the schizo thoughts... Sure you control your thoughts to a certain level, but whose to say your not just riding shotgun.

 

Dude...... 20 hits.....fuck.....

 

haha, this is off topic, but i wonder how that acid effected the stuff in your plumbing..
like lol, all the fish in the sewers are just tripping balls

 

Thats such a shame of all the LSD you threw away, but yeah ofcourse LSD in a higher dose will fuck with your mind, its just that in moderate doses it doesn't that much. Do you have any idea how much ug you took?