A Worthy and Wordy Introduction

Warning: This trip report is very long, very detailed, and contains graphic depictions of sex, beauty, and ecstasy. It is intended for adults. If you wish to skip sexual content I have tagged it between [sexual content] tags . This report is meant to capture the “full spectrum” experience that LSD can uniquely provide; as such, I have opted to include more details instead of omitting details, to encourage a holistic understanding. I also hope to show those considering their first exposure how much thought can go into the preparations for an LSD trip. Its long length (8-12 hrs) and infinitely-faceted nature can allow for a widely varied set of reactions and activities. As this would be my girlfriend’s first time, and as I was hoping for it to be not just pleasant but also educational, I put a lot of thought into the environment and mood. LSD had increased the quality of my life quite dramatically, helping me deal with social anxiety, OCD and depression, and I could only hope that she would find the experience compatible in such ways as well. It is also written for the personal reason of wanting a detailed chronicle of my first LSD trip with this wonderful person. Viewer discretion is advised.


Participants: One male one female aged early 20s. No medical interactions, male experienced with 50+ psychedelic trips on a dozen different PIHKAL/TIHKAL molecules, female recently experienced with MDMA, aMT, and cannabis. Both had highly positive reactions to all psychedelic experience prior. I had done LSD in various doses (0.25 – 15 hits) approximately 10 times before this.


Set: Excited and nervous, this was the first time my gf (M) would experience LSD, and I had some worries about how it would affect her mentally, how it would affect our relationship, and whether I would have to deal with worst-case scenarios. I had one experience with a friend who in retrospect presented with schizoid-type behaviors, who took a small dose of LSD, had a hellish experience, and his symptoms worsened significantly. He went from being a withdrawn, “quirky” guy to believing he was literally Jesus Christ reborn and that him and his group of friends presented the dawning of a new age; this was just one little behavior that erupted, there were many more highly delusional breakdowns he suffered post-exposure. The medical literature on the therapeutic use of LSD warns that while it is an absolute panacea for many mental complaints, from addiction to depression to OCD, schizoid-type patients should not be given it as it seems to just worsen their symptoms and provide no relief whatsoever.
M has dealt with anxiety/OCD spectrum complaints, Tourette’s syndrome, and some tactile sensory issues (over-sensitivity to textures) throughout her entire life, I was just worried about the small chance of an underlying schizoid-type condition. We have been in a serious relationship for ~8 months, both our first, and had fallen madly in love with each other. Extremely high level of trust, understanding and compatibility. M had done a lot of research, not just through easily accessible internet sources, but through scholarly, peer-reviewed articles on LSD, and I had prepared her as well as I could through my own experience with the psychedelic state.


Setting: Her apartment, indoors, cell phones off, no interruptions. Hours of carefully selected music ranging from Jefferson Airplane to Shpongle to Pink Floyd to Ravi Shankar to King Crimson to Rachmaninoff to Flaming Lips to Chopin to ELO to Tchaikovsky . . . About 30 candles lit all around, lights off, windows draped. Multi-colored glowsticks available, and a large cover was placed over the carpet near the bed to allow us to roll around on a much larger area. Access to books of art of Dali and Michelangelo, cannabis, and bathtub/shower. Healthy snacks of carrots and celery with dip, and dinner would be beef empanadas in chipotle sauce with mango juice and a dash of 12 year old rum.


Dose: 1.5 “blue shiva” hits each, reported to be ~150ug each.







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I awoke at 9am on Bicycle Day, packed up my knapsack, bought an energy drink on the recommendation of an internet post, and headed over to M’s place. I arrived and we set up our hardware (candles, music etc). We were both quite nervous and antsy. I had done this exact dose 2 weeks earlier with my best friend to mentally calibrate myself for today, so I knew exactly what strength of effects we would have. I knew my reaction to it more or less, and I had done MDMA and aMT with M a few weeks beforehand, and those trips were extremely fun in all ways, but this was a different kettle of fish. LSD is the great-grand-daddy of psychedelics, nothing comes close to where it can go in your mind, what it can do to your senses, the depths and heights it can take you to. It is also one of the most metaphysically deep and spiritual psychedelics out there.

We had each eaten a small breakfast upon waking that morning, and now 2 hours had passed, so we swallowed our hits. I knew this was very pure LSD, the effects started for me 15-45 minutes with this batch, always. To pass the time we put on a South Park episode, but only made it halfway (10 mins) before we became too distracted to continue watching it. We had begun giggling at ourselves and our candlelit room. A sense of relaxation pervaded, our initial nervousness was wiped clean, instead slowly replaced by a deep and gentle stimulation, both relaxing and energizing at the same time. I put my playlist for the day on, we lay down on the ground in our covers and pillows and talked about what we were feeling. Childlike giggling erupted regularly at anything, everything, and nothing. We tickled each other for a while, and I was thrilled inside that she was reacting so positively to this come up, which is the hardest aspect of all psychedelics.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-bbkaBWDM4"]YouTube - King Crimson I talk to the wind


M commented that she felt like she wanted to fall asleep yet her cells and muscles wanted to run a thousand marathons. We felt light spasms of electrical activity in our muscles, little twitches, an energy powering up. I knew that soon the mental effects would follow. We stared at the undulating shadows painted all over the room; about 30 candles were spread around and creating a very warm, calm, safe environment, and natural light (especially fire) is beautiful, not just on psychedelics. I noticed I was beginning to have a much more detailed view of the different shadows overlayed on each other on the ceiling; shadows of shadows of shadows, spectrums of light/dark, and the candles themselves began to grow a halo around them. The sense filters were starting to erode, more light was being let in, more detail. We began to feel cold, an effect that I experience on every single psychedelic . This is actually a paradoxic effect caused by an increase in body temperature; as the chemicals tell your brain to increase body temperature, your brain sends a “cold” message to your skin, to encourage the organism to physically help with increasing body temperature. We stared at the covers we were under; the different colored threads were visible in such high detail, the first analogy that comes to my mind is that normal life is like a DVD, LSD visual effects transform reality into Blu-Ray. Every color and thread and indentation was an entire landscape of detail I got lost in.



We continued to be silly on the floor, rolling over each other, touching our faces, laughing at the ceiling. I rubbed her head, hypnotized by her auburn locks, and babbled something about how the energy we were feeling was from the LSD binding to our synapses. She looked at me unimpressed and replied “Yeah, well my synapses are under my hair, which I just did this morning”, brushing my hand away. We both laughed until tears came to our eyes. I was beginning to get excited about the prospects of sex and tried to gently change the mood, but M was enamored in the youthful lightheartedness of the acid, and was more interested in touching my nose than anything else. About an hour had passed by this point, and we were quite high. I noticed that M looked a little antsy and thought that we should engage in an activity to focus our energies and attentions, rather than just lie around. The effects had increased sufficiently so that it would be more fun to “do” something on the acid rather than just lie back and focus on it as a “naked” sensation.



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I told her we should take a bath, and she went into the bathroom to fill the tub. After a few minutes she yelled “are you coming?” and I got up off the bed to join her. On my way I heard a Ploop! followed by laughter. As I opened the door, M stood there naked, holding her socks in her hand. She had climbed into the tub with her socks on, and they were soaking. We laughed for a long time and put them in the sink to dry out . . . this was a good indicator of how high we were. Sometimes on LSD, because of how clear and lucid it can seem to be, one may forget how intoxicated one really is; little reminders like “socks come off before foot goes in tub” are good indicators of where one’s mind is, or isn’t.

M told me that the bath was ready, but that the water wasn’t hot, and she didn’t know why; we would have to take a lukewarm bath. I touched the water with my hand and pulled it out instantly; it was scalding! I told her and she thought I was joking. She put her hand in, then pulled it out and said “it’s cold!” I slowly took one step into the tub, and as my foot reached the bottom, I winced and told her that while I might be able to handle water this hot, I didn’t think she could. She put her hand in again for what seemed like 10 seconds, and finally agreed that it was quite hot. Interesting heat/cold disregulation.


I moved the speakers into the bathroom, brought in the glowsticks, and closed the door. We bit on the glowsticks to activate them, threw them in the tub, and turned off the lights. The small bathroom was filled with an ethereal glow from the bathtub, ice blue with radioactive green with warm fire red and harvest orange, and a deep turquoise . . . it filled the room with a soft glow, both synthetic and as natural as any other light can be; energized electrons don’t care whether they come from a firefly or a glowstick, and even the plastic tubes seemed to be wholesome products of the Earth, at least its peoples.

As Pink Floyd’s A Saucerful of Secrets started playing, we sat in the tub in the hot water and stared down at the floating islands of light; they cast unique and moody hues in the water. Two red ones floated between my legs and cast a warm and pornographic glow on my skin; behind M two green ones were hidden from view and making the end of the tub seem like a plutonium leak. We picked up various combinations of colors and held them in our hands underwater to create different tones; orange and green was very citrusy and reminded me of oranges and limes. Red and orange was the warm glow from a fire, ice blue and red was KY cooling/warming lubricant, etc. Light synaesthesia was felt during this, and I look forward to playing with glowing colors (probably body paint) on higher doses.

Eventually it got too hot and we thought we should take a break out of the tub. I got out first and stepped out the bathroom, and thought I would play a little joke on M. As I stepped out, I closed the door behind me, and quietly held it shut as hard as I could. As M tried to get out, she jiggled the doorknob; nothing. She called my name and asked what I was doing, I kept silent, giggling quietly to myself. She kept trying the doorknob gently in different directions, but I held it firmly. Finally I opened the door to find her standing there with tears streaming down her face and a look of utter terror and panic . . . seeing my goofy grin, she started laughing, and the mix of, and rapid transition between terror, sadness, happiness and joy was typical of LSD emotional effects. They are often uncontrollable on LSD and can switch quickly between emotions that normally take some time to transition between. I asked if she was ok and she said yes, she thought she was stuck in the bathroom and started freaking out because her various supplies for dealing with Tourettes and such were outside the bathroom. I felt pretty awful at this point, for making her cry, but we both just laughed it off as an innocent prank gone wrong on LSD.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUYpGT6z5zA"]YouTube - King Crimson - Moon Child (full version)




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We transitioned to the bed, and cuddled there for a while. M said she could feel my body twitching all over, as though electricity was passing through me, and into her. She got lost in the feeling for a few seconds, and then our eyes met and I saw a twinkle of a more adult variety, and we both leaned in to kiss each other. The kiss quickly turned into French kissing, our hands quickly began moving over our bodies, and 3 seconds after our lips first met I slid slowly into her. She was so wet it was shocking. Within 30 seconds she had gone from crying in utter despair, to being a little kid giggling at electricity, to being hyper-aroused and so lubricated it was everywhere. We fucked like animals for about 3 minutes, and then our eyes met and we both had looks of astonishment, amazement, and confusion. What was happening? Where did this come from? How on earth is she this wet? Lol. The sex was animalistic, passionate, violent, no-holds barred, as though our lives depended on it. I began to get a little queasy and overwhelmed from it, my stomach was a little sensitive from the LSD, which can cause nausea. Usually this is very light, but I know of some people who vomit regularly on the come up. We stopped to catch our breath and investigate between our legs. While I have taken acid many times before I had never had sex on it, so this aspect was completely new to me. We noticed her lubrication was thicker than normal, it almost had the consistency of jello, but was clearly vaginal fluid. I found this interesting and wonder whether the LSD had some effect on the viscosity between her legs. Our investigation of the matter distracted us enough that the initial sexual fury died down, and we were in such disbelief that we agreed to revisit this later in the day, and for now do other things.


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We sat on the floor facing each other as M told me everything she was feeling, and how much this was opening her eyes. She finally understood why I had such a hard time explaining what LSD feels like! It was no easier to explain it while in the effects. It seemed impossible to pinpoint what was different, other than “everything”. We sat cross legged facing each other, talking about this, and tears fell from her eyes as she expressed her gratitude for me showing her this, and for everything else we have been through and have together. I have never felt so close to someone in my life than in that moment, facing her, holding hands, crying in joy, unabashed, no shame, no second thoughts. We hugged and kissed and I was dumbstruck by how important this person is to me.

I thought this would be a good time to have some snacks, as we were at about hour 3, and it was lunchtime. We got out some carrots and celery with dip, which tasted incredible, but could only eat a few. Our tummies were just not ready for food yet, and I thought that this marked a good time to introduce cannabis into the equation. I felt that enough time had passed with just LSD, and I was feeling that the initial ~3 hour rocket ride up to the peak effects was beginning to end. The mental effects were feeling less strange and overwhelming, and more normal and pleasurable. The peak of LSD is when you suddenly notice that you’re not confused about how confused you are, or something like that

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLwtCON-c3w"]YouTube - Zakir Hussain - Subhadra



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We went back in the bathroom, turned the fan on, I set up the bowl, and we agreed to take a shower after it, to help with the smell, to clean ourselves from the bath, and because we were on LSD and soon pot, and showers are amazing! I remembered at this point that I had brought an energy drink, and thinking that after the pot and shower we would definitely want to have sex, I mixed some with fruit juice and brought it with me to the bathroom. Caffeine is a very useful sexual stimulant, basically a nearly free Viagra, and during that first sexual explosion I was having some light difficulty in being fully erect; the acid’s own stimulating effects were screwing that up, like MDMA can at times.

As Jimi wailed about how he had a woman, I sparked the bowl, and M gasped in awe; “I just had my first, legitimate hallucination ever!” she exclaimed. The burning pot riveted outwards in small tendrils of flame; smoking a bowl is always beautiful on psychedelics not just for the addition of cannabis to the mental state, but because of the gorgeous visual sight of embering plant matter. We continued smoking and sipping from the caffeine/fruit juice. Once we had finished the bowl, we took out the glowsticks from the bathtub, but them outside, brought in two candles, and started the shower.


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The room was filled with a warm glow through the glass shower doors, candlelight reflecting on everything, bouncing off the water. The cannabis was hitting me nicely, I could feel my queasiness leaving, and I drifted through a calm, energetic mental stream of pot sensations and effects as though on a river. As M stood under the water, I watched it stream down her head, her hair, her face, her breasts, her stomach, her legs. I was stunned at her beauty, at the beauty of this scene I was watching right in front of me, a few inches away from my face. I reached out and touched her skin, softly gliding my fingers over her face and neck and shoulders and arms and breasts and stomach. She pulled me closer and we kissed passionately. She turned me around slowly so that I was under the water now, blocking it from hitting her. She continued kissing me as her hands explored my body and journeyed downwards. She found me extremely hard and wanting to explode from the teasing. She slid down slowly onto her knees and began covering me in kisses. She took me into her mouth and started to suck me with a passion that made my knees weak. I held onto the shower door for dear life as she milked my cock with wild abandon for what seemed like an eternity.

Her knees got tired from crouching and she slowly sat down cross legged in the tub still holding me in her mouth. The sight of her not only doing this insanely sexy act, but also getting more comfortable so she could do it for longer, drove me wild, and I gently held her head and began slowly sliding in and out of her mouth. She was taking me so deep and so easily, and I could hear her muffled moans of pleasure as hot water continued to pour onto my body and down to my cock and her head. I fucked her mouth deep and hard for a good amount of time until I thought it best to check if she was ok. I pulled out slowly and she stood up and we kissed amidst a flood of “oh my god” from both our mouths. We kissed passionately against the shower wall, losing ourselves more in the moment; the cannabis was starting to really kick in, I would forget where I was, what was going on, what I was on, etc. We would constantly “come to” reality, finding ourselves doing something, only to disappear again into a “cloud” as M calls them.

We realized we had been in the shower for an obscenely long time (probably not that long, time dilation) so we turned off the water and dried off. We stepped out into the living room and I thought that M was probably all done with sex now, while I was still quite horny, so I tried to woo her towards my desires. To my surprise she grabbed me, pulled me down to the floor on top of her, and slid me into her. Again, she was so soaked it was ridiculous, and this was after a shower as well; water washes away natural lubrication, but she was dripping all over herself and me. Each thrust carried so much sensation, information, connotation; synaesthesia and sex are a scarily good combination. After a minute I thought that it was my turn to explore her body, so I pulled out and slowly licked a line down from her neck, breasts, and stomach, to her pussy.

I opened her lips and slowly licked her wet pink skin as she shuddered and moaned. She tasted so good, and the texture of her lips was so soft and wonderful, I got lost in between her legs. I painted with my tongue on her flesh, and dived it deep inside her at times, until she whispered between gasps of air that I should use my fingers. I slid two fingers slowly into her as she moaned, and began slowly massaging her G-spot. Her eyes opened wide and rolled back as I rocked her hips back and forth with my hand inside her. I curved my fingers up harder slowly, and started adding more pressure. I put my mouth over her clit and sucked it achingly as my fingers explored inside her. I could tell she was going absolutely nuts and I loved it. She was melting into the floor and I finger-fucked her harder and harder, and licked her clit mercilessly. I kept looking up at her, wondering when she was going to come; I had never been so rough with her with my hands ever before. Between gasps she breathed “It . . . just . . . keeps . . . building . . . !” and I increased my speed and depth and continued as best I could. My arm was not getting tired like it normally would have at this point, definitely more than the caffeine affecting that. Eventually she begged me to stop because no orgasm was coming and yet it was just continuously building in pressure. She was afraid she would squirt all over her apartment lol. We lay on the floor in shock and tried to wrap our minds around what had just happened. I always pictured sex on LSD as awkward, unsuitable, but really this was the best aphrodisiac I had ever sampled. It makes sense too; I find LSD is an amplifier. Whatever there is inside the mind of a human, it will be magnified, amplified, multiplied, engorged, enraged, expanded, on LSD. If there is passion, pleasure and insight then those will be amplified. If there is delusion, pain and darkness then those will be amplified, ala my poor friend.


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We got hungry and made food, which we ate with much greater ease thanks to the pot, but still with protest from our tummies. We ate some natural fruit popsickles for desert, they were incredible . . . fruits and veggies are definitely my favorite things to eat on LSD! It’s like you can directly taste the raw nutritional value of the meal in your mouth. We put our dishes away and made ourselves big cups of mango juice with a good amount of 12 year old rum in them. LSD is such a celebratory event at times, I often find myself looking for alcohol to drink even though I neither tolerate it’s physical effects well nor enjoy its mental high that much. One time I regretted it very much when I awoke the next day with a terrible hangover . . . the day after an acid trip can be challenging enough, feeling strung out, tired, weak, down, but to be hung over on top of that, very unpleasant. I suppose my brain has grown up linking celebration and drinking together.

We lay down after the meal to relax, drink, and drift among the soft strings playing. M sat up and moved to sit on top of me as I lay on my stomach. She grabbed some lubricant and dabbed my back, beginning to massage me gently. It felt incredible, and I closed my eyes in deep relaxation as my visual field suddenly sprung to life with meaning, imagery and metaphor. Geometric patterns flew past me, simple squares and complex thousand-sided figures, colors and hues and tones. Suddenly the silent rain of patterns came to a dramatic halt, and what I beheld made me giggle; it was a “fractal nelson mountain”. Why had my brain decided on this image to display? I had not watched The Simpsons in years, and had no particular attachment or affinity to Nelson Muntz; his very existence seemed antithetical to the LSD experience, yet I laughed with him, as he laughed at me, and in this moment I realized the “cartoony”, silly nature that LSD can sometimes show. When M asked me to describe it in more detail, it suddenly sprouted red tentacles as though the mountain itself was an octopus. I have made a quick approximation of my visual in the Windows Paint program, it is quite awful but shows what I was seeing roughly.


It was quite a simple visual, uncomplicated, aside from the random and quirky cameo of a secondary actor in a show from my childhood. As this massage was stimulating my visuals, so too was M saying that upon my back she could see entire scenes and trails and all kinds of effects. She enjoyed quickly running her fingers down my back, the momentary depression it left in my skin seemed to linger.



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As my playlist turned to classical music we sipped our liquor and sighed contently, talking about the effects that felt like they were softening out now, and the day that was ending. M finished massaging me and lay down to relax. Her tics started to bother her again, and I knew I couldn’t do anything to help, beyond be there for her. I was grateful that even under the effects of LSD, this tic attack was not an end-of-the-world scenario, and she was handling it just as well as when she’s sober. We lay together for a long time on the floor, me holding her, but I could tell it was getting to her. Eventually she sat up and decided that she would take a shower, as that always helps, and would wake her up a bit too. She disappeared into the bathroom and I changed the music to Ravi Shankar, sat cross legged in front of our “altar” (a drawer on which we had put the speakers and many candles) and let the melodious bends and flicks of the sitar bathe me as I hummed along to the ragas.


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After a long time, M emerged from the shower, and I could tell immediately she was doing much better. She told me as much, and sat down beside me with a sheepish grin. I asked what happened, and she confessed that while in the shower she could not resist using the showerhead and water to provide the orgasm that had eluded her all day. I was surprised that she had been masturbating this whole time, and laughed heartily at her selfish and horny ways, very pleased that she could find such release and fun, while I sat cross-legged with a wide grin bobbing about to Indian music. I chided her in good humour and expressed my jealousy at both her orgasm and at her illicit affair with an inanimate object right under my nose! She told me that the orgasm was very strange however; it was incredibly powerful, but also over very quickly. There had been no after-shocks, it was over quite quickly and suddenly. With a gleam in her eye she asked if I wanted some release as well. With a big grin I nodded, and she knelt down between my legs and took me in her mouth again. She sucked and licked and fondled me for a blissful eternity until I felt like I might actually be able to orgasm as well. It happened, I exploded, the pleasure was monstrous, overwhelming, and then suddenly completely gone, zero. She was right; it felt really good but there was almost no afterglow! I felt an initial rush of endorphins that made my head spin pleasantly for a few seconds, then it faded. I thanked her for helping me finish and thanked the universe that I met this person.


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Eventually the day had turned to night, and we decided that we would spend the night at my place, a half hour walk away. I hoped that the weather would be beautiful on this bicycle day but unfortunately it had been rainy and overcast all day, and the night greeted us with cold light rain. I enjoyed it, found it refreshing, but M was underdressed for this walk and getting a bit miserable. We hurried home and about 10 minutes away there was suddenly a flash of lightning that tore through half the sky and blinded me for a second. I loudly said “WHOA” and scared M, who thought that a cop had stopped us; ah, paranoia, that old cannabis/psychedelic annoyance.



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We came across a tree that looked liked this

In the strong wind its branches danced this way and that, and it looked like it was consciously moving, dancing in joy with the storm, casting a dark spell of thunder. It was actually quite unnerving, and there was a sense of malevolence to it which disturbed M.

We hurried home, sparking another bowl on the way, and when we got to my house, we stood on the patio watching the rain cascade down hard on everything. Occasional lightning flashes would burn themselves into our eyes, and often they were silent, indicating great distance. M was transfixed by the rain; she said it looked like falling mercury, liquid metal. The trees around her looked like great bundles of veins, and the water droplets hanging from their branches looked like liquid mercury in the steely white moonlight. M thought that it looked like the moon had covered the trees in “moonblood”. We were now a good 12 hours into the experience and there was still quite a lot of mental association going on. We decided it was time to call it a night, went home, and passed out in bed.


M cannot wait to dose again, and to dose higher. She is very optimistic about LSD’s potential in helping her and was brought to tears at its impossible beauty. It was one of the best psychedelic trips I’ve ever had and one of the happiest days of my life. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Good luck on your own journeys!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5AamGSuh3k"]YouTube - Jethro Tull- Cross-Eyed Mary

 

probably the best thing for you as well.... I just shimmed over this, as its very long. But great report MR Writer as always.. "

 

Sounds like an amazing trip and I understand why it took so long to write now. I think you can fall back on writing romance novels if you don't get that job The nelson fractals gave me a good laugh. on LSD especially, I'd start questioning my sanity at that point. LSD is pretty animalistic as an aphrodisac, maybe in other ways as well. I enjoyed reading this, thanks for sharing such an amazing personal experience!

 

Fuck, that was long. lol I made it through though, and it was a very good read, as always I had to take multpiple cigarette breaks while reading it. haha

It sounds like a wonderful experience, for both of you, and I'm sure it'll contribute to a lasting closeness between the two of you. As I've said before, you don't realize how much you love someone until you love them on LSD.

Thanks for the TR

 

Ah yes, you finally finished it! lol

Sounds like an amazing experience! There was a lot of sexual content.. so i can only begin to imagine how awesome your trip was I could definitely feel the loveeee coming from your report, awesome stuff man!

I find taking a shower to be amazing while tripping! Though once i emerge it feels like i was in there for eon's..not to mention the stuff that runs through my mind or what i encounter.. it's like WHOA! come to think of it, a whole LSD trip is basically like.. "WHOA!!"

 

only 2 hours after breakfast?! what happened to a minimum 4 hour fast? just kidding, man, as i will continue to do throughout my reply


i don't quite understand about the paradoxical temp. effects. if your brain is getting hot signals from the chem, then why send cold signals to your skin? shouldn't it want you to cool yourself off, not warm up further?


the lights from under the covers is the first of many descriptions that resonate strongly with my 2cb trip two weekends ago with my lover.

also the heat/cold disregulation you mentioned. we came in from outside and broke into a sweat. a whole 3 minutes later, we were shivering and covering up with blankets on the bed.


ok, here's another thing i don't get..you said the effects had increased so it would now be fun to DO something instead of just observe a "naked" scene. but wouldn't increased effects be more suited to just observing, while initial comeup could be could for "doing" stuff? that's how i understand it i guess, so i only ask to get your point of view - not JUST for the sake of disagreeing


the glowsticks in the tub sound AWESOME, i'm gonna have to try that sometime.


i can definitely dig what you said about emotional effects on LSD. i OFTEN get what i call acid tears, just for the simple reason that everything is so beautiful. i'm also pretty sensitive to insults while tripping..


and what you said about smoking while tripping - more beautiful than the burning plant matter to me in the fractals in the smoke i exhale. it's quite intricate.


i swear that EXACT tree is located in the park. i'll have to take a picture. and i can't wait to see what 3 blue shivas will do to me!


sounds like an excellent trip with an excellent woman. i'm glad you got to share that experience with her and i wish you both the very best.


let your love shine.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxmzNvlVgms"]YouTube - Dirty Heads - Shine

 

^^^I agree about the glowsticks in the bathtub. That's obviously a very awesome idea

The crying too. I remember crying intensely(so intensely that I was actually shaking) during my last LSD trip because I was so happy as soon as I saw my gf's face. LSD seems to allow you to see not only a person's aesthetic beauty, but also their inner beauty and the endless reasons you fell in love with him or her, in the first place. LSD allows you to see everything you love about their personality when you look at their face, and I had never seen her look so beautiful It let me know exactly how much I loved her, which is what I was referring to in my first post in this thread.

 

Beautiful trip; beautiful TR. Thanks

 

Good read, Mr. Writer.
Sex and psychedelics have always been a favorite combo for me.
Glad to hear that you guys have settled into a good thing. Wishing you many more joyous and fun experiences together.
Would love to get my hands on some of them Blue Shivas, they sound pretty good.

 

During your orgasm, did everything seem to drastically change and get much richer and fuller all of sudden? Like the colors getting brighter and more fluid, as well the other senses enhancing?

 

Hey now, Herman. Haha, I just thought you might think I'm saying that in response to Shivaaa, but I'm not - I'm just saying Howdy.

Hey now, Writer, I'm glad Herman said that about your relationship, because I was thinking it. Wishing you and M the best.

 

One of the greatest trip reports I've read. You never cease to amaze me Writer :mickey:

 

Really nice report, I've never really got any interest about telling my girl about LSD, mainly because we're togheter for not a long time, and around here (Brazil), LSD is not a really common thing, like some of my friends I told I had used it they told me it would "Melt my brain" in this exact words.. so I don't feel really confident about telling her about it, also because she never did any other drugs but weed with me.. but, I got really interested now, lol.
And, the glowsticks stuff, lmao I'll sure try it out my next trip (maybe this weekend, if I get sometime I'll write a report here when done)



menezes -

 

I don't usually read trip reports, but I love this one. Thanks for sharing, Mr. Writer! My sexual escapades on acid were extremely euphoric, but I've never done anything more than two tabs.

 

Hey Writer. Most excellent write up. I wanted to delay responding until I had appropriate time.
One thing that really comes across is the great depth of caring you have for each other. That there is so awesome, what a great experience to have with someone you're so connected to. Color me a bit jealous, that's awesome.
The other thing that struck me and I hope, I really do, is that other people considering their first trip take note of how your girl went about it, and the steps you took to be a guide.
You sir are an excellent, insightful person to introduce someone to L, your knowledge of its effects and taking that into consideration for the setting for her first trip... most thoughtful and considerate. The only one thing I feel was a mistake and fortunately came out ok was the trick you played with the bathroom door. That could have gone bad, I'm happy she snapped out and you both had a laugh in the end.
She is very fortunate to have had someone like you take her on that first voyage. If it's anything like as good as my first, (and I think I can tell it was) she'll remember it fondly the rest her days. There's nothing like your first.
It's possible L doesn't have the cultural impact these days as it once did as a result of a diminished respect for L, for the ritual of introducing it as a sacrament, something to be valued, not a toy. I dunno. But a generous tip of the hat to you m'man. Well played. And well written.

P.S. Don't know where it was posted first in the bump threads, but, many thanks for turning me on to Baruka. Fuckin so awesome. So much so I stopped half way through in order to share it with my movie watching buddy. It may just be the most beautiful cinematography I've ever seen.

 

Thanks! Definitely going to moonlight as a harlequin novelist hahaha :beatnik:

To continue the legacy of the fractal nelson mountain, i was gifted with a shirt for my bday:

Thanks man. Even though the LSD experience is commonly thought of as "dreamland" type stuff, the reality of it is that shit gets MORE real on acid. It removes the mental barriers between direct experience of reality without rigid constructs of ideology, of whatever type. It's the most humanistic psychedelic. I thought I needed a cig a few times writing it holmes

I'm glad you could feel the love! =) Showers are such a must on psychedelics. In fact that's probably the greatest con to tripping outside in nature, lack of plumbing. Of course if you're lucky enough to have access to a waterfall or something, that's even better.

Was a small breakfast!

It's not that the LSD is sending hot signals, it's that the LSD is telling your brain TO heat up. Basically all psychedelics increase body temp, and they do that very simply by stimulating the part of the brain that controls body temperature. But all this is behind the scenes, not accessible to consciousness. What we subjectively feel is "damn, this acid is making me cold", and we throw on another layer, helping our body become warmer, as per the neurological influence of the acid. It's one of those teleological mind/body phenomena. This is all using messy language of course; your brain doesn't "want" anything, this is just a way of simplifying the discussion using anthropomorphisms (bleh). The thing is if you measure someone's temp on psyches it will be raised, and if you ask them how they are feeling, they may say "cold" nevertheless. The body heat homeostasis has been altered by LSD, and so as the acid is "trying" to increase body temperature, it sets a new "normal" temp, at say one degree higher, and so the subjective feeling is of suddenly being one degree colder.

covers are awesome to get lost in. i'm actually looking forward to moving out and shopping for bed covers. i'm just a straight up g like that.

You know when I wrote that, and then read it while editing the TR, I caught it just as you have. I decided to leave it, because I knew someone (i even suspected you!) would point that out and be puzzled. And I am in fact contradicting much of what I have said on this topic in other threads. I agree that higher effects result in less doing, and less wanting to do. I guess my language was sloppy and what I really meant was that the *energy* was increasing, the stimulation and antsiness, in which case engaging in some simple rewarding activity is a great way of channeling that. But I mean no question, there's a lot less you are even capable of understanding HOW to do on a higher dose . . . to the point of ego death, where it's hard to understand how to have a will or be manifest in any way other than the immediate experience of now.

I cannot express the awesomeness. So cheap and so beautiful, and they last for hours. Buy more rather than less, I find I'm always now thinking "wish I had more glowsticks!" haha.

Yeah definitely makes you emotionally vulnerable, dissolving the ego muscles. I (on acid) tried to explain to someone once that I felt like crying, but it wasn't sad crying nor was it happy crying. It was crying for the sake of crying. It was pure catharsis . . . another highly unique LSD effect.

Thanks brother. "We're like a public toilet seat, you don't wanna sit down!" Hahaha, very irie tune, will check these guys out.

Thanks a lot man. Yeah this combination is new to me and it's far, far better than I could have even imagined. It's a great thing with her, I hope the same, and the same with you and yours! Blue shivas are around, I'm sure more will find their way to me this summer, and I believe in the "trickle down" economic theory of blotters ;D.

Honestly I don't even know if my eyes were open or not. It was almost like a DMT moment. I didn't notice any particular visual effects, except maybe everything turning white, most of the experience was the body sensation of orgasm, multiplied in 11 dimensions through LSD. A somatic storm of sexual signals :}. And when it ended, and the rush of endorphins hit me, it was quite strong, as though I had just taken a hit of something. I'm curious to see what sex is like on higher doses of lsd, say 5 shivas.

Thanks brother Means a lot.

An old regular here, PV, used to tell me about how the best kind of store for a psychedelic connoisseur is a dollar store/party supply store/website. You won't believe the odd and silly toys you can find for only a few dollars, which are an endless source of fascination and beauty on psychedelics. I used to not be a fan of "trip toys", because I had never used them myself, and kind of thought they would detract from the more "serious" aspects of the experience. But now I see that any experience is going to be deep and meaningful on psychedelics, and if that experience happens to be looking through a kaleidoscope and being blown away at the mechanics of light, angles, and the nature of vision, then why not. I'm going to carefully scrutinize the inventory of many a store and website for my next trip, I plan on using some science toys that a friend once gave me, meant for young children, but isn't that exactly the kind of mindspace we seek out in these things? I was put off originally by threats of childishness, but realize they bring only child-like wonder.

Thanks for reading, glad you liked it! If you ever get a chance to do 5 or 10 hits, jump on it. It won't scar you for life or anything like that, just take care of set and setting, and you will not believe how deep the rabbit hole goes and how many colors are in the rainbow.

Ditto for delaying responding. I'm very happy that you can feel that sort of thing through my writing. I guess I ooze adoration for this person. What can I say, if I was a 400mhz PC running MS-DOS 6.0, she would have the password to my BIOS <3 (lmao)



I as well hope that if people take one thing from this TR, it's in how much thought and care goes into this for me and her. Yes, we do sometimes trip on a whim, and yes, sometimes the set and setting is not optimal, but we always balance that by adjusting the compound/dose. So, if you feel like tripping, but maybe aren't in the best of moods, perhaps something like LSD is not ideal, and perhaps instead some MDMA is in order. Anyone who's been on this forum for a few days or weeks sees a lot of young, impressionable people dabbling in psychedelics, often haphazardly. Thankfully this rarely results in "train wreak" situations (though it still can, easily), but even so, it certainly does not allow the "best" of times. When you really set up a day of exploration for yourself, it is lightyears more rewarding.

Thank you for your kind words, I'm glad you connected with different parts of this. I remember my first LSD trip quite well still as well, and I'm certain I will never forget this one! Baraka is basically the crowning achievement of cinemetographic history. To sit through it, even sober, demands much reflection on all of life.

 

Awesome shirt

LSD, as well as many other psychedelics, seems to simply return us to our most primitive, animalistic state, removing our mental and emotional filters and leaving us with only the most basic human needs. Maybe that's why dogs, and animals, in general, seem to know when we're tripping; they can sense that we're in a more primitive state than we normally are. Many people say that it takes us out of reality, but I think it's more accurate to say that it just allows us to experience the other side of reality.

 

Writer, these shiva's you have sound like they're the holy grail of all doses hah.

You are one lucky man :sunny:

 

on that trip i took with my brother this saturday, it started to hit me quick and HARD. by the time we finished a 30 minute board game i was getting very anxious and had to change my setting fast. we went for a walk which always curbs those feelings for me...only it was festival time, so there were tons of cars and people. we were alright, but my brother said "we gotta get away from all these cars." i was leading us to a place more in the woods, away from all the festival goers.

well that was meant to illustrate my increased energy, and my understanding of what you meant. even though i was coming up, and the effects were increasing, i now wanted to DO something.

after our long walk through the woods, we made our way back to the apartment, listened to some music (superb stuff), and then headed out on a bike ride. this little tidbit is meant to illustrate my desire to do things, but my incapacity as well

i walked out with flip flops on, and i felt naked without my backpack, and a jacket (like i always were when i ride my bike to work). my brother was wearing very old comfortable shoes that made him feel like he wasn't wearing shoes at all...

before we got going, he ripped a band-aid off from scraping his leg earlier - and it was soaked in blood. we both started laughing and making a huge deal, embarrassing my fiance. ok, that part doesn't have much to do with my point - this is turning into a TR

basically we were a bit too incapacitated to ride our bikes at first, but i got the hang of it quickly. then i started riding with no hands and saying stuff like "see? i'm not that fucked up. i can ride my bike with no hands. but would i want to see my boss right now? NO"

what are the after effects like from a high dose like that? if i get a little scatter brained from 2 hits (~300 ug) a day or two after, will i feel kinda brain dead from 5 (750 ug)? is the jaw tension or back ache worse from higher doses?

couldn't agree more. that's how i've done it both times with my brother, and both times have been amazing trips for us both. even though he didn't research LSD or do any real preparation, i have done a lot of reading and a decent amount of tripping, so i figure i can kinda teach him along the way. thing is - he's kind of taught me a few things instead:sunny:

 

Crowded places and psychedelics don't mix imo. I am not the kind of guy who could trip at a festival, I don't think. Could be learned behavior of course.

See that was exactly my initial panic when I realized I ate 15 hits. I thought I would be high for many days, and would be "perma-fried", like we sometimes hear, and that this mistake just cost me my life's course. Instead I found the stimulation to be just a BIT more, and the residual effects were actually about the same. I dosed at 7pm and didn't go to bed that night, did my 9-5 shift the next day ok, and the next evening went to bed fine, having been at an ok energy level the whole day after the 15 hits. So, no insane 5 day trip with no sleep or anything like that. I was worried I would be hearing voices and suicidal from the bludgeoning my receptors surely took; the next day I felt just nifty :sunny: still in the afterglow of the experience, struck by awe, and no depression ever came from it, as far as I could tell. And the craziest part? It was one of the shortest LSD trips of my life.

This chart is based on my personal experiences with a very small sample of low dose trips (~5) and an even smaller sample of high dose trips (1). Take it with a grain of salt, but I am never again going to worry about dosing very high with lucy! Experience is the best teacher.



The "perma fry" phenomenon most likely happens from number of exposures, not dosage size. the people who we've heard of being permafried either did tons of acid and then a thumbprint, or just TONS of acid. Like thousands of trips across decades. I don't plan to be that kind of tripper.

Tell me about it. I feel I learned as much from M during this trip as she did from me. It really is a partnership when you trip with someone you're close with. To be honest this experience has soiled my opinion of solo trips just a smidgen