enduce a bad trip

Once you start thinking to yourself:

"I really shouldn't have done acid, I don't want to be tripping anymore."

Then your brain will start looping that thought over and over til...

I dunno, I've never had a bad trip.

 

To my mind a "bad trip" is one that is unpleasant, or whichever parts of the trips that are unpleasant could be called "bad". Generally bad trips seem to be more about introversion or whatever, looking into yourself and your problems, as opposed to looking directly at outside things(art etc).

And it seems that "bad"/difficult trips are the best at healing psychological problems.

 

The only I can recommend for one about to take something as powerful as LSD is to not have any karma issues or heavy personal problems. Be a good person, keep your life in order, and you won't have a bad time... Unless a cop decides to pester you and pull you over after a music festival and you have to frantically pass out what ever you have to everyone else in the car, then you realize there's still a half sheet in your wallet that the cop is searching, then you see him look at it for a second, then with a sigh of relief, he puts it back like it was nothing... incredible times...

 

thanks for all the info guys. ill let you know how my first trip turns out.

 

Exactly, don't let those thoughts get to you

 

If that is truly the reason you want to do acid, try it with intentions of a good trip. And then, after the trip, after everything in your life changes forever, I would be willing to bet you'll change your mind about wanting a bad trip. I can almost guarantee it.

 

if you want a bad trip, have unprotected sex with someone you dont know before it then go for a HIV test. Believe me you will have convinced yourself you have it all night

 

first things first: you can't label your entire trip as "completely good" or "completely bad"

you'll have little good and bad trips in every trip if you take 2 hits... then you'll know what a bad trip is, and no matter how strong minded you are, you'll pray to god you won't have one of those, they might stop you from doing acid altogether

most importantly, never TRY to have a trip, don't control the drug, let it take you with it, else you'll end up having a bad trip most masochistic trippers are terrified of... don't get off it before you get on man, have a good trip...

 

Don't induce a bad trip man trust me it's not worth it. I know a guy who got arrested on a 1/4 of shrooms and he fought the cops and they beat him down. He got sent to a psych ward and he was messed up for about it for like 4 months. I know another guy who watched Hostel on Acid and he says that he has never been more scared and upset in his life. Speaking from personal experience the first time I did acid I was sitting in the back seat of my friends car and a cop noticed him swerving so he followed us for almost two miles but he didn't pull us over. Even though I didn't get caught it was an indescribably horrible feeling inside my head that I never want again.

 

Yeah that's called "fear", it's present within you with or without acid. Again, nothing to do with acid. Personally I am a fucking samurai on acid and I would probably urge my friend to stop the car so I could confront the cop about his intentions in this world.

When you are comfortable with everything in this world, fear is no longer an issue.

Your friend was upset watching Hostel on acid because he was shown the utter depravity that some humans are capable of. But that fact has always been there, there for the taking, there for the learning. That movie existed before your friend took acid. It was there to scare him about human nature all this time. Acid just removes your abilities to trick yourself and hide from the world.

Confronted with the true, real, imminent reality of death, it is normal to panic. But that is not the only recourse, and it is not the best one to choose.

Try watching Hostel on acid with the mentality of "Some people are like this and that is their choice, strange people. Maybe I could help them if I ever met them. Or join in. Whichever I wanted"

 

I eat it like candy. Haven't had a bad trip yet.

 

Let me tell you something about that. I was just starting to get off on five hits of acid and went to a party with some friends. I didn't know most of the people there but someone handed me a joint and i eagerly toked on it. I realized too late that it was not pot but angel dust and didn't get too concerned about it at the time, until later, when something literally snapped in my head and from there on, white was black and black was white, like a photographic negative, every good thing I experienced up to that time disappeared and was replaced by it's dark counterpart. I survived that night alone and was relieved to be alive the next day and went out with a trusted freind to smoke some hash only to realize that it brought the whole experience back fresh like it never left. I have to mention that while this was happening to me in the first place the overwhelming feeling was that I was doomed and would never be the same again. I even heard voices telling me this. This feeling has never left me. Before this happened, I was the most well adjusted, happy person you'd want to meet. This happened just after my 18th birthday. I just turned 50 yesterday, Dec. 12th. It has remained the most profound event of my life.

 

I have no clue what a bad trip is..

Ok that makes sense...

 

A bad trip is just the polar opposite of all that is good and just in this universe.
An insanely bad trip is when you get stuck in between existing and not existing.
A super mega ultra bad trip is when you think you died and are existing as a soul which for some reason is not being allowed to progess into the afterlife, stuck being forced to watch yourself watch yourself watch yourself watch yourself...

And a good trip is ineffable. But really, so are the bad trips, so really there is no difference. In fact! LSD doesnt even exist so who cares anyway

 

its not so much the dose as if you have a trigger.

if i am using moderate-high doses of psychedelics, i find that too much physical discomfort can begin to triger bad thoughts, and i feel a threat of being pulled into the same sort of bad trip i had back in june (on mushrooms-horrible experience).

it wil end, but while a bad trip lasts, you can be left feeling like you have destroyed your life and become permenantly brain-damaged, and this notion will become larger and more disturbing unless you can overcome it.

 

good description. Ive had (according to this scale) just beyond a insanely bad trip. its a living hell as you ride through it. However, with LSD or mushrooms, the comedown (and return to "sanity") is likely to be one of the best moments of your life.

 

Thanks man lol.
I just slapped that scale together for fun, of course there are tons of different classic bad trips.
The worst for me by far have been from mushrooms. Sometimes, they are literally like the first description I gave, like the simplest thing such as blinking is extremley painful. During those trips, there is no spiritual side to it, just running fast down the wrong hill. Usually lasts like 3-4 hours, I've always ended up just tossing and turning and desperatley riding it out until it's through. During that kind of trip, it's like no matter what you try, you just cant go back to feeling even the slightest sensation of pleasure, every position is uncomfortable, every enviorment you place yourself in is menacing, and your just stuck with a feeling like being poisoned for the duration.
I've had similar experiences with LSD, and although I must admit that LSD can be equally brutal physically when this happens, the mental meltdown is much more leniant. I feel that even with the worst of LSD trips, as long as you still remember that your a citizen of the planet Earth, the visuals are always beautiful, even when deranged and disturbing. But with mushrooms the visuals can go completley to the nut house.
The more intense bad trips are of course beyond words, but similar thoughts have reoccured for me during them, such as the fear of having died and being in limbo between reality and the unknown, believing that I am alseep and I never actually took any psychedelic and am walking around in a dream, and the worst is when you are so afraid and so tortured that you no longer have the ability to remember that you took a drug and are just extremley fucked up. I hate when that happens lol, thank God I've never bugged to the point of calling poison control or police (trust me, I've thought about it lol) but it's so confusing that you have no idea who you are, what you are, where you are etc. Just total 100% dark side of the moon.
Ego death seems to have always been the goal for the spiritual psychonaut, and while whatever that state is remains unspeakable, it is also an experience which will come of it's own will and cant be forced. But I have had equally as profound experiences with confronting what in the moment seems like death, and not only did my body cease to exist, and my ego, but so did reality itself. Nothingness, the void, whatever it is, but even that is still not the true goal, because everyone who has been there comes back! Banged up, dizzy and loopy yea, but we're still here to laugh about having experienced first hand both Being and Non Being, in essence, that which philosophists bicker over eternally. The only problem is that you see that it's pointless after awhile to even consider discussing Being, existence, because it's entirely impossible :tongue:

 

Coming down off a bad trip and a good trip involve the same process perhaps . . . crystallization of self into this, here, now.

somebody presses the "play" button once more.

 

Same here. I'm always happy when I trip, lots of laughing and very relaxed. It's like I feel more comfortable tripping than being sober..I must've been insane before I ever ate acid tho.

 

a bad trip is more than just being scared of something, or being made nauseous by overwhelming visuals/sensations. rather, it is a complete breakdown of your self-consious, capable of making a person a total wreck.

on mushrooms, i took a relatively large dose, with several swigs of lemon juice. soon i had to lie down to regain a little balance, and my fellow trippers went outside to play in the yard. I began to lose track of time and memory, and began to think I was hallucinationg about this scenario, and I had lived the last several dozen years in a coma after once doing shrooms and going braindead.

after several hours of moaning and wanting to die, the trip began to subside, and it was a beautiful day out. after my friends (who had sobered almost an hour earlier) went for a walk, I took a beautifully cleansing afternoon swim (at my cottage), and decided my days of shrooms were done. I only remember about 3/5 hours during the trip, and my friends say that the forgotten parts were actually pretty bad.