LSD- First Time? The Ecstasy and the Agony.

I have sought an LSD experience for a very long time. I have attempted to locate some across decades, and have researched it for years. Given its scarcity, I moved into mescaline, mushrooms, weed, DMT, ayahuasca, salvia, and even a few little known, and unpopular psychedelics. Ive "successfully" gotten "LSD" only to realize or believe that it was an RC of some sort, like 2ce, rather than real LSD....

Ah, but then at a recent concert, the doors opened. Standing in line, i picked up 4 chocoshrooms, just like that. I pocketed them and went inside. I found a place on the GA floor and waited for the concert. A group of four people appeared next to me, ranging in age from probably 40's to mid-50's, dressed rather well and with the bearing and aspect of professionals or yuppies. Close to the start of the concert, the mid 50's looking guy, who looked like he belonged in a lab coat, or a mercedes, but had a wild look to his yuppie appearance, turned to his friend and asked him if he were ready for some "industrial light and magic". He pulled out a tin which said "Industrial Light and Magic" on the cover, and withdrew a brown slat of paper, maybe a bit more than half an inch long by a quarter inch wide out of a number of identical paper ingots, and handed to the guy. I perked up immediately and paid fierce attention to them. The older guy who looked like an academic to me (who for some reason I took to thinking of as "the mad hatter") commented that he wanted some feedback on this batch, and that he had gotten an effect from just handling it, so thought theyd be particularly good. Though id never heard of brown blotter, particularly with these dimensions, (like little sticks of gum), I thought furiously of how to get to know these people in a short time, despite having immensely poor social skills. I leaned over and told the guy that yes, itd go right through the skin of bare hands. I pulled out one of the five joints I had on me, lit it , toked it, and passed it to this group. It is perhaps noteworthy to comment here that "the mad hatter" never smoked nor took any of his ILM papers. I commented that id been looking for LSD for a long time, and that they were lucky to have found some. With a flourish, the "hatter" presented the ILM case, and asked if Id like one. With supplicants hands I begged politely. He handed one over, and told me to let him know if id like another later on. I told him about getting sugar cubes which i believed were some RC like 2ce, but presented as acid on sugar cubes. With spectacled scholarly eyes , he said he was very interested in what his "competitors" were putting out as acid. I summed up the experience. At this point I put the paper under my tongue. Im pretty sure it had no taste at all, or maybe a faint bitter taste if anything.

He said it was one hit of about 70-75 micrograms....

I continued smoking weed, mine and two other joints that made the rounds. The choco shrooms stayed in my pocket. I drank water from a bottle...

The concert started. And for a awhile nothing but weed and good music. Then the music got much better, and I had some feeling of differentness. Maybe an hour later I commented to "hatter" that it was nice and interesting, but not quite psychedelic. His friend, who had taken exactly the same thing, and same amount as I had, grooved on to dancing with the music. (the whole night).

In a little while, things changed more significantly. I started feeling a light tension in my jaw, a shaky excitedness, and started feeling quite warm, with waves of sharp pleasure. I started feeling really yawny and stretchy, and felt like I could stretch an arm out overhead to the ceiling far above. Then the music started becoming visual, in a powerful way, and I was feeling amazingly incredibly good...and i started becoming the music.Then the first set ended, and the house lights came up...

And here, is where everything started going south fast. With no driving music to glory to, I didnt know what to do, and rapidly started wilting; I felt tired and hot and down, and realized I had to sit down. Then realized I wasnt feeling that great. and decided to lay down and rest until the music started again. I went all the way down, shaking, and with muscle tension. And I was hot, hot, hot. I was Feverish. I lay for a very long time, feeling like the music would take FOREVER to fucking start again. Then I started getting rapid super compressed waves of mind tearing Ecstasy, like having my mind burned with a hot poker. I remember I started making noises like somebody lifting a heavy weight, pooping constipation on the toilet, a low volume stressed scream. I was hotter than eternity, and being hit with high frequency, rapid waves of POWERFUL ecstasy, which were excrutiatingly pleasureable and painful at the same time. I felt kind of like I had a bad migraine, except for the incredible heat. From here on out, im not sure if events were jumbled or what...

The "Hatter" became very concerned for me, my lying on the ground moaning, and rocking back and forth, head in hands. Eventually, at some point, they kept repeating that maybe I should go to the lounge. Like all psychedelics, this one kept phasing in and out. On one of the "outs" I managed to struggle up to a sitting positon, enough to tell "the hatter" what was going on, and that it was too hot, and too intense. They kept feeding me water. I asked hatter what i should do, and was told that he wanted to take me to the lounge. I was "out" enough to struggle to my feet, head in hand. He took my hand, put it on his shoulder, and towed me through the crowd. Then I phased back "in", and nearly went down. He got me to the lounge, and turned me over to an older woman and two men. The woman held me close and told me that they were with "the family", and that they would look after me and make sure I was safe from bad people. What followed was a feverish delirium of heated ins and outs and intense moaning, and lying downs and sittings up, of vignettes of being fed water repeatedly, of having the woman talk to me at point blank range, at having complete strangers walk up to me, looking sad or serious, and without a word, putting yet another cold bottle of water in my hand, and then walking off without a word. I remember the crazy repetetive laughter of another man in the lounge near me, who obviously was tripping as well. I was in a world of repeating UUUHHHHHNNNN!!! UUUUUHHHHNNNN!!! over and over with all the power I could muster from my gut. And fought this "sickness" and fever with all my strength. And I remember numerous men telling me, "been there, brother, been there...youll be okay." And at one point, a very beautiful young blonde looking at me with curiousity...

Throughout, the "mad hatter" reappeared over and over, checking on me, apologizing, and worrying over me, and possibly paying for all the water i was drinking, all the ice i pressed to my head. After over two plus hours, I was barely okay enough to ask for space and quiet, so things thinned out around me at this point. Two men stood near and watched me, and never appeared to step out to watch the concert. The woman never appeared again after I asked for space, and air, and quiet....

At one point I realized i still had 4.5 grams of choco-shrooms in my pocket, and although i had not taken any of them, I performed the classic old cartoon "never again" move of throwing them away like a bottle of bad tequila, and set them on the lounge table, before putting my head back in the ice.

The last time i saw the very concerned "mad hatter" towards the end of the night, I told him it was "absolutely not his fault, but entirely my fault" several times, reassuring him that i was pulling it together, and would be okay. I told him that the waves of ecstasy were too intense and too compressed, and even as I spoke, I noticed that the carpet was glowing gold and red and shimmering the way an orange red yellow ember will glow in a fire...


After awhile, the compressive phases of ecstasy started to become less intense on each pass (and continued a declining reoccurence throughout the next several hours). I started to briefly stand, and painfully begin slow 100 year old man walks, back and forth, in front of the couch Id been on for hours. At this point, the two men who watched me with not exactly friendly appearances began harrassing me on and on at close range, on either side of me, with a certain mean-ness in my opinion, although one of them I clearly remembered as having pressed many many many bottles of cold water on me. It took time to get free of them; as i regained more mobility, i managed my longest walk to speak to a concert employee, asking him if he knew the men, pointing them out. Blissfully, the two faded out of the lounge immediately. The concert had ended, and I had to pull it together as I realized that eventually concert personnel would throw me out, whatever my condition. I leaned against walls, and walked a thousand years at the pace of a dying old man, leaning against walls and taking thousands of tiny steps to reach the bathroom...

The rest of the night was an odyssey as I was able to eventually leave the venue, and although I witnessed one random brutal assault of one dead eyed psychedelic shirted dread-locked person on another younger psychedelic shirted dread-locked person right next to me, I was able to eventually get a cab and begin searching for a hotel (couldnt drive until the next day), which were all booked (after two in the morning). I eventually ended up at the international airport, and spent the night in the departure terminal. drinking and peeing and resting, drinking and peeing and resting. With day-light, feeling better, but still "different", I returned to the venue on the subway, and while waiting to pay 50 bucks to have the after hours car park guy unlock the garage with my car in it, I sat in the sun with the homeless people, in the early morning, and watched a large group practice "Falun Dafa", and experienced a tired, strange, joyful happy afterglow, with the sun shining on the dewey grass, and busy bird-mates with business like precision hopping in the grass...I eventually made it home, and had one or two sleepless nights. And a feeling of differentness, and quiet steady strength...

Ive never heard of a one hit experience like this, and amongst other things i suddenly knew I was going to try and be done with drugs, psychedelics and weed, that i would try and walk this slow and steady path.

And I also realized that I believed my long suspicion, more strongly, that in the 3rd or 4th grade (1973,1974) some hippy teenagers in their treehouse behind our house, had given me LSD, an experience I remember to this day, and which is documented to a degree in my medical records from childhood (a puzzled doctors note of my moms report of my having a 105 degree temperature), and my own memory of hot, feverish tossing and turning, in hellish sweaty delirium, watching the same dark blue closed eye hallucinations of skeletons manning a pirate ship on tossing wild seas, and open eyed hallucinations of giant eyeballs floating across the room...

And I realized that some people just may be built differently than others, to react in unpredictable and unpleasant ways to even small doses of this bit of man made chemistry...

 

Wow, interesting read. I have never read of a 1 hit trip like that in recent times either. Glad you're alright and it's cool you had some people to watch over you in what sounds like a fairly difficult trip.

 

Primus?

 

I've never heard of such a reaction to LSD, even in decades of medical literature. The chemical you were given does sound indeed like LSD although of course it could still have been a half dozen different research chemicals. Your reaction is completely on par with a bad reaction to LSD as well, especially in a bad setting and deteriorating set. The temperature increase is what's weird, but then again you were in a hot sweaty concert tripping balls. Maybe you didn't even have a fever and it just felt that way, most psychedelics cause febrile changes (changes to the subjective perception of body temperature, feeling very hot or cold is normal). Also your childhood experience of hallucinating and having a high fever . . . I would think that the former was caused by the latter, and not merely accompanied by it.

Concerts are a bad place to try a new drug for the first time. Too much functioning required (security, crowds, douches, police) and you're on someone else's property who doesn't take kindly to meltdowns and you're on their clock.

 

This was a deadhead concert, new years eve. And indeed, a very poor choice of venue, but I don't know the etiquette for accepting free LSD, and then just pocketing it and walking off; I kind of felt obligated to trip with them, and certainly wasn't expecting what I experienced. However, in retrospect I think it possible that the combination set off a migraine, or perhaps I should have not smoked so much weed, or perhaps I should have had dinner, or perhaps some of the random joints that passed by were laced, or all of the above, or none of the above. Clearly, itll never be a problem again; it took me a decade to find it. Ill never find it again. It is what it is; I don't regret it.

 

Sorry. Further. Not deadhead...

 

When I did acid for the first time I was still smoking weed, so I've experienced Lucy with and without cannabis, and I must say I much prefer without smoking. It always felt super intense for about 20 mins post-joint, with enhanced visuals but then after I would feel very anxious and uncomfortable. I feel without the weed a trip feels much cleaner to me, but hey everyone reacts differently. What I would say to you my friend is don't give up on Lucy, I can guarantee that being at a gig and taking acid suddenly out of the blue with no mental preparation is a big factor on why you had a bad experience. Next time ask a close friend or loved one to sit/trip with you in a comfortable environment where you won't be bothered by 'outsiders'. Lucy loves you man!!

 

I don't think you should have been smoking while trying it for the "first" time, and it was a bad venue.

My first time with LSD, I felt fine when I dropped a sugar cube, had mild effects, and then had what seemed to be the onset of a cold with a high fever and generally shitty feelings. I've had something similar at least once. after that, though not so badly. A fever on the comedown, or the next day, then fine the day after.

My best guess is a harmful precurser or synthesis related chemical, in some trace amount. Maybe something that most people are not sensitive to. Maybe traces of harmful ergotamines?

You also could have potentially had DOx from how long it lasted. If you got it from so many helpful "family" people, it was likely at least a lysergemide, I think.

The yawny, stretchy feelings are very on with LSD..... but also with a lot of fun things.

One should usually wait until at least the peak to start smoking weed. So 3+ hours.

 

I bet what happened was that you just got too hot and started to overheat. I've seen it a million times and everyone acts just like you said. LSD alone doesn't cause you to overheat like that but being in a concert venue, packed with tons of other people, sure does. Even in the winter here in a cold northern city, concerts are almost unbearably hot indoors. I saw Portishead recently and it was quite chilly outside. I wasn't even on any drugs and started feeling bad because of how hot it was inside the midst of people near the front.

Now take that and combine it with the fact that this is the first time you've taken LSD, in an unfamiliar location, alone with no friends or support group. I think you were basically asking for trouble. The thing is, when you were coming up on the drug you're too fucked up to notice getting overheated until its too late and the negative effects take hold. Then you start blaming all the negative physical feelings on the drugs(because you still don't realize you're just overheating) which further compounds the mental aspect of having a little mini-freak out.

At every single show that attracts the psychedelic using community, you can see people getting dragged out of the crowds, delirious and confused, dripping sweat and unable to stand. Heat Exhaustion can make you feel extremely fucked up sober and can happen quicker than folks thing. Add a new drug to the mix and you've just got trouble. But here I think the drugs are maybe 10% to blame, overheating 60% and setting 30%. Heh but glad ya made it out the other side ok.

 

i've never had a freak-out on LSD, so i really have no idea what it'd be like. this sounds like one to me though, from what i've read.

the crapload of weed probably didn't help.

edit: the dimensions of the paper (half inch x quarter inch) is how big two unperforated hits of blotter would be. maybe you had two hits = ~150 ug? that is a pretty strong dose for myself, and might be a bit much for some. my fiance had a semi freak out on one "150 ug" hit, shit so have i, but more often on 2

 

Yeh me and a buddy have only tripped at a gig once and we each kept hold of a bottle of water for that very reason. Sure it was a bit of a chore holding it for a couple hours but it's better than trying to walk through the packed crowd, then having to speak to the drinks vendor who would probabably spit in your face when she sees your disgusting, drug-abusing pupils.

 

I appreciate the comments, folks. Definitely wasnt trying to knock LSD at all. Like I said to the "Mad Hatter", It was entirely my fault and my responsibility. Whether he gave me rat poison or LSD; not much can be said after the fact. I wont get the opportunity to try it again, but that morning after, sitting in the park with all the homeless people, watching the birds hop in the grass, watching the dew sparkle in the sun, feeling the faint nip of cold in the air behind the warm sun and fresh air, underscored with this feeling of calm strength, and refreshing differentness, of "solidness" or quiet confidence, is, for all its deep subtleness was amazingly sublime. I feel like I have a Plasma "ghost" inside me in the shape of a person, which moves just a fraction of a second behind the rest of me, flickering an electric fire. It made the part about having to withstand these POWERFUL and rapid shock waves of extreme soul tearing ecstasy, for hours, worth it. Im deeply satisfied. I completed my long list of psychedelics. I came to terms with something that MAY have happened to me as a child, and I made it through it all, with help, and left with my wallet, my keys, my glasses, my intact butt, my clean record...et al.

I am very grateful to all involved...

 

I'm glad in the end you gained something so positive out of it.

 

I have turned many people on to LSD in my town, and I have only once seen a bad reaction. We dropped at a friends birthday party bonfire, and he was having a lot of fun, for about an hour, but ten he began complaining that he felt an urge to be in motion constantly. He began to walk around in circles and such. I thought maybe it was some kind of joke he was doing. Then he sat down in a wicker chair, one that was weak and was to be burned at some point that night. He started slowly dismantling it while sitting in it by ripping off small handfuls of the wicker in his hands. He began saying "just rippin wicker" every once in a while. He would not respond to people trying to communicate with him, he would just stare and after a while of staring he might grimace. I thought that this too was some kind of joke, I was also on 4 hits and didn't know if I should or how to deal with the situation. Anyway, most of the people left with a DD to go to Dennys at about 4am, and I stayed back with a friend and we went to his tent so he could sleep and I could listen to music. The one guy was still sitting on the wicker chair by the fire, wouldn't respond to invitations to the tent. There was also left by the fire one guy who had passed out drunk.

I guess at some point he started seeing demons or something, or voices began telling him to do things. He attacked the guy who was passed out, who eventually fled with a few wounds on him to the house nearby. He then took a sledgehammer (to this day nobody, not even himself, knows how he got a sledgehammer) to many planters at the birthday boys house, and he threw a glass at another friends car, denting the door and smashing a side mirror. He also threw the stereo system off the table. A friends ipod dock was found smashed and under the deck.

The people who went to Dennys returned at about 6am, at this point the guy who was freaking out just yelled fuck you to them got in his car and drove home.

In the morning it was like the movie Hangover. I was in the tent the entire time and only heard a few noises which i thought were just hallucinations. We assumed that he had actually murdered that guy who was passed out and we spent a couple hours looking for him, until he woke up and came outside. We were not to go in the house that night so we didn't even look there.

That guy is fine now, I think he had a good day or two of temporary psychosis. I am now much more careful about giving out hits.

 

Damn that's insane

*If someone is resistant then psychedelics are only going to bring that up to the surface in dramatic fashion. It's like a million gallons of water trying to go through a knotted hose, pressure builds up and boom.