So, first time I took LSD was a month ago, one tab. Was so beautiful. I felt so aware of collective affects that manifest at various milieus in vibe-exchanges. Saw how ego was created out of record-keeping, infusing one's self into various mediums (including oral communication) and how this became governed in time. I was amazingly lucid. I felt able to communicate better. Everybody I met thought I was amazingly intelligent/interesting/enlightened and nobody could tell I was on anything unless I told them. I learned so much and felt so amazing; I also said "Cosmic Anarchy" to one friend, who identified me as a 'cosmic anarchist'; I began to wonder what retribution by divine tyrants (forces with aggregates of that sovereignty responsible for organizing non-local, transcendental energies, into various local forms under governance by 'laws of nature') would be in store with me. But then these two security guards stopped me and wouldn't let me leave. Then a cop car and an ambulance pulled up together, cops searched me (found nothing) and forced me into ambulance. As I stepped into ambulance, I thought I understood karma [as Soma/consciousness-changing record-keeping] as ego on some other side of time, less linear progressing of ego-constructs. Almost as if time unzips backwards-horizontal and that becomes part of some order for regulating ego-changes on this side. And dharma as this same process on regular linear ego-constructs. This may have been imagined at that time in order to deal with what was going on. People in ambulance assured me blood wouldn't be taken. When I got to ER, they told me they were taking blood. I am not okay with information-constructing parts of body-physicality, particularly blood at that time; and in any case didn't feel like getting needles stuck in me while on LSD. I told them I had legal-medical rights against them drawing blood. They told me to get undressed (before they did it for me) and put on scrubs; I complied (after calling them 'rapists'). They then proceeded to place me in mechanical restraints, stick two needles in me (one for sedatives, another for blood), and leave me there (in mechanical restraints) for a long while (I guess as punishment, until I was 'good and quiet'). Now, I would absolutely love to trip again (and will at some point); but I am slightly worried I will be anxious from experiences at that hospital. First time I tripped, was most wonderful thing I've ever experienced; I'm worried I am damaged from this experience, that I have carried over emotional sadness and anger of helplessness from this experience. I suspect this may come up when I trip again. What do y'all think?
Also, I tend to think I am 'broken' from events I have experienced; so I may not have been as impacted by that experience as I imagine.
Do you think you could sue them? That sounds brutal and completely uncalled for. Being sedated against your will when you haven't done anything wrong is something that shouldn't be allowed to happen without consequences... I think it's possible to work through the experience in another trip, or come to terms with everything and trip again. It's just something that happened. It's just part of what exists. The medical world is full of absolute dumbasses, and well-intentioned people being led by absolute dumbasses.
Thats kind of funny, If everyone came out a concert or rave throwing their arms in the air saying Im tripping on lucy.. What would the cops do?? Nothing.. I think OP did something to instigate it..
That doesnt sound right at all. Where were you? It sounds like you may have been a bit more conspicuous if you were forced into an ambulance.
I was at the Culinary Institute of America campus. One of my friends (I was tripping with him, but he wandered off; and I decided I was okay by myself for a while) attends the institution. I was wearing a rucksack and a ripped up hoodie. I also have facial hair, which culinary students are not allowed to keep. Security guards stopped me saying they got a call I was arguing with someone (this never happened; I hadn't talked with anybody since I split up with my friend and he told me nothing happened that could have been called an argument. Closest thing I can imagine was maybe hour or half someone was walking by saying "You got to break her ego" I asked him "what?" he repeated. then i said "your ego?". he said "I don't understand" I said "yes, you do" he seemed amused. everyone i talked with that night seemed either interested or amused) and then wouldn't let me leave. I don't think talking with them would have been much different, except being a bit quicker with my cell phone to call my friend (he didn't pick up at first and then called back; I was telling him "I am being abducted by government agents" as I was forced into the ambulance) who's a student there, if I were sober. I should be able to sue the hospital. I've already got a bigger case against them; they've done this to me before, except last time I was condemned to spend two weeks in the psyche ward getting ODed (prescribed) on anti-psychotics (not fun) before the doctor would even speak to me. As they stuck the needle in my arm this time, I said "I blame myself for not suing you earlier" When I woke up the next day, I was free (from mechanical restraints) and used a phone in the ER to call my dad, who I live with now. He showed up right before they were getting ready to take blood again because they didn't have the stuff they took last night in their records (they lost it). They seemed to listen to medical-legal rights because he was there; he probably saved me from spending another two weeks in a mental institution too. As I write this, my arm is still sore from where they stuck the needles in I sent a legal request to the ACLU; if I don't hear back, I'll find a lawyer from somewhere else.
Hospital's called Saint Francis Hospital. It's got a nasty reputation, especially concerning mental health stuff.
oh man, the CIA guards are assholes man. that sucks about that happening man. i think the usual measures of being with people you trust, and in a good place will help you next time.
wow that totally sucks i would sue them definatly if you said that you dident want that to happen. as long as you dident do anything to anybody that you dont remember or say anything but still getting shoved into an ambulance and brought to a hospital thats a bit overboard. i could see the cops asking you to leave the campus or escourting you off it but thats it unless you gave them reason to believe you were under the influence of something
Does anyone else think this doesn't make sense? You don't get hauled into ambulances and stopped by cops for no good reason.
Yeah that's what I was getting at with my post . . . I have a feeling some "details" were omitted perhaps
Exactly what I was thinking while reading the first post. I started questioning it 25x more after reading his second post saying this has happened to him before. Seems to me like you were in your own world, and you thought you were having insightful conversations with people, when you most likely looked insane and were mumbling incoherently, which caused someone to be concerned and call some authorities to check on you. Once they picked you up, you probably had no idea what was going on, or what you were doing, and this raised more red flags, and the ambulance was just trying to find out what was going on with you. That is my take on it. Doesn't make sense at all, especially happening two times? Are you sure this even happened? Anyways...it seems like you have some self-issues that you need to work on, considering these circumstances you get yourself into. You probably shouldn't be out in public the next time you decide to drop acid. You also should work out your self-issues before trying a hallucinogen again, IMO. And you wonder why you were taken to the hospital/psyche ward? Like I said, it sounds like you were off in your own world, and most likely you WERE being overly aggressive with people, and you didn't even know it. Sounds like you were probably yelling at people walking by saying random stuff about government experiments. To me it sounds like you should have been picked up by SOMEONE, based on the things you have said. And I am sure that isn't the entire story. I highly doubt you were held in a psyche word and the doctor refused to even speak to you for 2 weeks. I'm sorry, but neither of your stories add up. They don't usually "lose" vials of blood either.
They could've dropped the vials. Its happened to me before, where they have dropped 'em and i have to go back in to get more blood taken. But that doesn't justify the entire weird story. You probably were acting crazy and you didn't even realize it. But what do the doctors say to you or your dad? They couldn't have just released you to him without giving an explanation.
The fact that they "lost" his blood and had to come "poke" him with more needles, just makes his story that much more imaginary, but yeah...I just think he was acting insane, and thought he was acting completely normal.