SWIM has taken Lucy (which he and his friends call "stretch" because of it stretches their minds ) 31 times (yes, i counted, i'm a tool). Of them all, there was one that was a "bad" trip, during the peak swim freaked out for afew hours because it wasn't the best set up. one of swim's friends had a similar bad trip, they were blazing and he freaked out, and after the peak he was good. of course SWIM also had many moments that were bad, but they were just passing thoughts. when swim started tripping, there was this idea of the "bad trip" in the back of his mind that has since vanished. his bad one was early in his tripping days, and since then has gone much further and feels completely good about the tripverse. he has turned many of his friends on recently and there hasn't been a single bad reaction, SWIM thinks it's because the illusion of this messed up drug has faded and been replaced by the idea of an entheogen. my question for y'all is how many times have you tripped, and how many were "bad"? i feel like everyone has one negative experience and either stops tripping then or hopefully sees why it went wrong and learns from it
i had one "bad" trip (but half of it was really good) on mushrooms. me and a buddy each ate an eighth of potent shrooms. a half eighth would have been "too much" for my buddy. i've tripped probably less than 10 times on mushrooms and almost 20 times on LSD (about 20 on 2ce)
Any trip that doesn't end with an extended stay at a psyche ward is a good one. I have not ever had a single bad trip. I have had some very, very uncomfortable ones, mostly due to the blinding honesty that psychedelics can show you yourself in. I have journeyed with LSD, many many times, maybe 200+?, Mushrooms probably around 20-30 times and mescaline only 4 times. Every psychedelic experience is a potential learning experience regardless of how pleasant or unpleasant it may be. It is all in perspective. If you are using psychedelics to party, you are much more likely to get bit by a bad time. They deserve and demand respect. Maybe this swim guy should stay away from drugs.
I've only tripped on cid 10 times or so. While each have had difficult moments, only one was difficult for a significant portion of the trip. It wasn't random; I was carrying some heavy family emotions. Ive tripped shrooms dozens of times, treated them like any other hedonistic experience and probly a quarter of those trips were mostly difficult, but never really frightening.
Every moment of unpleasantness I've ever had from psychedelics could be linked in my mind to a nugget of lack of respect for them, which was subsequently washed away in a river of psychedelic, psychological, and sometimes physical tears. Taking one when you have a significant life stressor currently affecting your world is also asking for trouble . . . like, you should be comfortable and happy while sober before you try and dive into the deep end of psychological unknowns.
What I have found, at least for me, is that as my experience and familiarity with the the effects and state of consciousness they facilitate increased, I became much more able to distance my emotional self during unpleasant experiences with psychedelics. Not that I don't experience those emotions with all the intensity and pain they can inflict, I do, but it's from an observational perspective. The trick is to allow yourself to experience whatever may come your way during a psychedelic journey, but don't allow it to overpower you and take control. You are still in control, and even though you have every bullshit, negative thing about you and your life rudely thrust before you, welcome it as a friend, it is after all only you're self your facing down. You need to make friends with and accept yourself as a first step in avoiding "bad trips". Knowing that everybody's life is as fucked up as yours in some manner or another helps as well. The hardest reality to accept yet paradoxically the greatest gift LSD can impart to us is it's ability to show you clearly and without question, it all comes down to you and how react to life. No matter what, ultimate responsibility for your happiness and fulfillment resides with you, no one else. That can be a very difficult pill to swallow, yet when acknowledged and accepted it yields the greatest freedom and confidence in this game we call life. (no not the board game with the little pink and blue peg people) With that understanding and outlook, happinesss and fulfillment can be found anywhere, anytime, in any circumstances, because it isn't dependant upon external conditions, but rather your response to those conditions. At least thats kinda what I think about it.
When I accidentally ate 15 hits of acid . . . I can tell you one of the things that helped me was blindly turning on my mp3 player and managing to hit "play" on whatever it was set on. Thank god it was this, I could think of worse things to be thrust upon my world in that state https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrkV2bcYFMM"]YouTube- Anthony Phillips - God If I Saw Her Now That maternal, sweet, calm music soothed my soul as it underwent an ordeal of cosmic proportions. It will help, intelligent selection of sensory stimulus will reward the user But PB you're right at the end of the day the peace is within, not without.
AHHH I cant download his music on Limewire! WTF I WANT IT! It would go sooo good with my trip right now. So emone help me find a spot to download his music so i can go on my walk and listen to my tunes. Please
well if you know how to use torrents . . . www.torrentz.com . . . but if you want something to trip to, may I place this in front of you. http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=...0b51d445e7761bc13cefb1dca97dd4c6a8d0bb90af219
Mr.Writer, when you had the heroic journey did you accompany yourself as friend or foe? Or where you far beyond such arbitrary labels and hurled into the blinding reality of just "being" with no definitons attached?
I guess i didnt build up my tollerance from last night. I took 2 cubes last night 250 each and i took 2 more after i woke up again. My brain is fucking fried. htkan you for the music to. A walk sounds good right about now. Its a nice sunny day and only 6:30 i got the whole damn night to fuck around. Anyone want to come on a walk with me
hey why are you guys downplaying me so much? I don't use LSD to "party" (although it is undeniably a great time when you're with good friends). Every moment of tripping is a learning experience, from the rainbow moments of a spiritual shower to other revelations of the truth, however ugly they may be. The n00b phase of "am i going to have a bad trip" is long past SWIM, he feels at home in the tripverse, he was just curious about other people's experiences with bad trips. Because it seems like most people have 1 predominantly "negative" experience within their first 10 or so jaunts into the tripverse.
I had one bad mushroom trip where I puked, my buddies' friend fell about 25 feet down a hill then I had to walk around my town for 2 hours with my buddy because neither of us could go home. Needless to say we didn't plan it out all that well.
I've had one bad trip, my first trip ever which was on 2c-I when I was 16. It was due purely to outside circumstances that I just didn't know how to handle while tripping. He'll, it would have been rough if I was sober as it involved domestic abuse toward my best friend at the time who tripped with me, but I won't go into it further. Since then I would estimate I've tripped 100+ more times on a variety of substances and have had rough or difficult trips, but never another I would consider bad. Only outside influence (cops, injury, etc...) could send me into a "bad" trip, there's nothing inside my own head that would cause anything more than a rough patch. Most of my trips have at least one.
I think one of the worse things was overcoming the fear of death. My first acid trip it felt like I was being choked to death because I kept coming to the thought, "what happens when we die?" And I was in a loop, going back and forth from tripping balls, to "oh god whats the point of living if were just gonna die? were just gonna end and the worms eat our brains and thats the end of it." That became a strong question in my mind for the next few months. My next acid trips brought up the same question. Then one night on acid and shrooms, I died, and thats when I figured out that there is no such thing is death.
