So this year has been off to a good start, back in school things are looking good this semester. This new year as a botany student makes me feel as though the studying I'm doing has life to it, no pun intended. I was a computer science major but recently switched to biology because I was feeling burnt out from the subject matter. I love computers and technology but biology was my first love I'm not exactly sure what I'll do when I'm done school, but right now I'm a student. While being a student at university, I happen to become introduced to Psychedelic drugs. I have to give credit to these forums for helping me to make the decision about taking LSD. My first 'psychedelic' experience was a small dose LSA trip. In the word's of McKenna “there was something worth pursing” I feel a mental pipe-cleaning is a positive experience, being that it can help you, if taken in moderation and careful preparation. The reason I have scribed this is that I have a particular experience I would like to share. It was this past wednesday night that I decided to drop acid. This would be my first journey for 2013, but I didn't have high hopes, or really any expectations. I like to just take them with clear and calm mind, and I always take a few days to prepare. You never know what can happen. I had bought a WoW tab a week prior to this. I like having my dose in my possesion cause when I know I want to take it, I can. So Thursday (Jan 31) at around 12:15pm I took the hit and just let it sit in my mouth. I couldn't really taste much, as I have had very bitter strips. I felt this was a nice sign and it made me feel relaxed. Then of course comes the feelings of 'no turning back now!' Can be terrifying yet satisfying. So I took this tab and got a ride with my roommate to school, where I had class at 12:30. After we parked, a dense rain storm rolled in and we sat in the car and listened to some Immortal Technique. We waited for a bit, but the rain never subsided. I had a long walk ahead of me, so I put my backpack under my jacket and looked at my roommate, stuck my tongue out to reveal the tab that I had been sucking on for the past ten minutes. I could see both terror and awe in his eyes, and he wished me luck. I trekked through the storm to my plant class, only to arrive a few minutes late. t was just like any old class that I've been to, asked a question or two, took incredible notes, I felt like everything I wrote flowed, as if everything I wrote was all part of one big important thing, to me anyways. I started to have head changes that increased in power as the session went on. Keep in mind this class goes to 1:45, so I'm stuck here while my head fills with this acid. I get a little nervous at first because how fast it's hitting me. I start looking all around the room. I feel like I drank 5 cups of coffee and feel jittery as all hell in my seat. As the class kept going by, I grew less and less able to participate, whatsoever. It was a battle with my own mind, to try and contain this wave that was about to crash over me. This went on as I began assuming weird positions in my seat, like a kid in the middle of call of duty when he has to pee. This went on until I realized I could listen to the teacher no more. I gave in and started writing absolute jibberish. Here is an example of the paragraph I took of notes after I relaxed into what was happening: noamtasa farthatooper machalo ditnatazecs scragga soranaradiphitelomolacarembola. I realized all of what I was doing, and knew what I was writing was nonsense, but at the time I felt like I was speaking into the page. I start sweating, like a mother fucker, to the point where I was wiping my brow. I had to get out of the class for a sec. I walked down the hall and got a drink, then returned to the class. I'm starting to feel the effects kick in. Mild visual changes at around 1:10 (almost an hour after I took it). By 1:40 the teacher's chest and beer gut turned into a face that would make motions that were in sync with what he was saying. I had to bury my face in my arm because I laughed so damn hard at this. The teacher makes his final closing remarks I zip the hell outta there. I walk outside to find that the clouds made a clearing and the sun broke through, or the sun made a clearing in the clouds, idk doesnt matter. I get outside and the sun is shining ever so nicely.:sunny: All of the colors looked more vibrant, everything just had a nice glow to it. It felt like I walked into a room where I knew everyone and had incredible relationships with everyone. I see two girls from my class looking up at a most brilliant rainbow, right over the trees behind the Ecology building. Perfect fixation of the spectrum. Another student who I recognize stops and asks me what I'm looking at, and I point to the rainbow. He says wow man, I cant really see much of anything. He started describing it and he said he could only see the blue and the green lines, and not the strong red and yellow that stood out on top. He was colorblind, and to me this felt like a profound moment. I was speaking with another kid who can't even see into the red spectrum, his world was so much different from what I see. I thought this was soo cool. I make my way down a path with my headphones on, and of course listening to phish, just getting completely lost in all of those tasty jams. As I walk back to my residence, a car pulls over and it's one of my buddies! It's one whom I have consumed a lot of ganja with over the past few years. He picks me up, I pull out my pipe and we smoke. The pot changes the direction of things. My mind had a new life to it, one that I cannot fully describe, because I cannot exactly remember. To me, smoking pot on the come up of a trip is the best way to combine them, as it sort of helps to 'launch' me into the headspace I only explore once in a while. We get back and chatted for a bit, only until I realize that I'm really going to need some alone time. At this point I like to either go for a walk in the woods, or to just be horizontal. I walk back to my place after playing with my hallucinations along the path and I slam myself on the couch. For the next two hours I received a psychedelic ass kicking, where I reviewed myself, sort of like a personal grilling session. I thought about the things I am doing wrong in my life, and was even moved to tears by some of the wrongs I had done people. This spiraled upwards into a realization, that I am only human and that we cannot chose what it is that we are loved for, I wrote this down. I started coming down at about 6 o clock that evening, and I felt an immese feeling of relief to know that I have returned from my journey. Maybe a little bit more worn out than before, but feeling generally happy. This experience had a marginal change on my psyche, and I enjoy every bit of it. It is not the most influential trip I have ever had, nor is it even important, it just has helped me to see certain aspects of my life with a different set of eyes than before. I'm feeling great today and hope that my words will have a positive influence on someone else. I congratulate you if read this far! Peace and love my brothers and sisters:daisy:
Sounds like a marvelous day. I like the way you describe the rain storm coming on before your trip and the breaking of the clouds that allow the sun to shine at the end of your class. I find similar events occur in my life whether I trip or not. I do t brush them off an rather hold them quite personal. Thanks for sharing, be free and good luck.
thanks again for reading! I'd like to think things like that are there for a reason, but there is no way of me actually knowing the truth behind that. so I take it as a little bit of a boost it sure was one that day hahahah
