A strip and a half. Accidently.

Hahaha, that's awesome. I try to get on here when I am coming down or what not and it's pretty difficult to read and type and shit on my phone.

I got lost in the woods on a 10 strip and an 1/8 of shrooms once. It was one of the best experiences in my life, cause I was in the only "rainforest" in my state and the scenery is very different there then any other part of the state. Huge fucking trees, up in the mountains and lots of creeks and a nice big river.

I almost got a vial last night.. But I have to wait till next time. I was really bummed..

 

mmmm, a vial

 

The first time I ate 25 hits, it was by accident. Oops!

 

Took the words out of my mouth

The Google giveth, and The Google taketh away

Licking or parachuting powders is one thing, but just tossin a little scrap of paper down your throat and having that happen to you . . . LSD is one of life's secret jokes

Well I don't want to get too choosy here, because on my next tryptamine trip i'll probably be on here saying that no way, this next thing is the real deal guyz. it's one of the great effects of these powerful psychedelics (ie mescaline/mushrooms), the overwhelming feeling of profundity.

So much went right that night. It was like I had something cushioning me the whole way, but it was nothing more than every single thing, like my experience, my friends helping me, good timing of parental activity, etc.

Alan Watts captures this best:

Pretty much, finger movement was so awkward like you say. even typing on a keyboard on 1 hit of good stuff is a little "funny". It's just a very unnatural movement for your body. It is only in the last few generations of homo sapiens that this movement has been required.

It's an infinitely recursive melting. You continuously melt further and further, never reaching a point of discrete change but rather a fractal puddle which approaches infinite melting within finite "meaningful surface area". Your melting, rather than manifesting as a linearly decreasing ability to function, manifests as an increasingly complex wave of of increasingly complex events. You bloom into maximal complexity, writhing wildly into metaphorical space like a plant growing achingly into all the directions it needs to. You can feel this stretching/puddling/fractalizing/psychedelia in every meaningful way, as personal growth, physical growth, emotional growth, cognitive growth, aesthetic growth . . . what an incredible molecule this is.

Why be a pussy about it. 1 million hits :coffee:

Oopsy daisy! what was your set/setting like?

 

"Sometimes the image of the physical world is not so much a dance of gestures as a woven texture. Light, sound, touch, taste, and smell become a continuous warp, with the feeling that the whole dimension of sensation is a single continuum or field. Crossing the warp is a woof representing the dimension of meaning—moral and aesthetic values, personal or individual uniqueness, logical significance, and expressive form—and the two dimensions interpenetrate so as to make distinguishable shapes seem like ripples in the water of sensation. The warp and the woof stream together, for the weaving is neither flat nor static but a many-directioned cross-flow of impulses filling the whole volume of space. I feel that the world is on something in somewhat the same way that a color photograph is on a film, underlying and connecting the patches of color, though the film here is a dense rain of energy. I see that what it is on is my brain—"that enchanted loom," as Sherrington called it. Brain and world, warp of sense and woof of meaning, seem to interpenetrate inseparably. They hold their boundaries or limits in common in such a way as to define one another and to be impossible without each other. "


"The more prosaic, the more dreadfully ordinary anyone or anything seems to be, the more I am moved to marvel at the ingenuity with which divinity hides in order to seek itself, at the lengths to which this cosmic joie de vivre will go in elaborating its dance. I think of a corner gas station on a hot afternoon. Dust and exhaust fumes, the regular Standard guy all baseball and sports cars, the billboards halfheartedly gaudy, the flatness so reassuring—nothing around here but just us folks! I can see people just pretending not to see that they are avatars of Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva, that the cells of their bodies aren't millions of gods, that the dust isn't a haze of jewels. How solemnly they would go through the act of not understanding me if I were to step up and say, "Well, who do you think you're kidding? Come off it, Shiva, you old rascal! It's a great act, but it doesn't fool me." But the conscious ego doesn't know that it is something which that divine organ, the body, is only pretending to be.* When people go to a guru, a master of wisdom, seeking a way out of darkness, all he really does is to humor them in their pretense until they are outfaced into dropping it. He tells nothing, but the twinkle in his eye speaks to the unconscious—"You know....You know!""

 

Totally. My friend made me a shirt for festi season that says INCREASE DOSE

 

Spread the knowledge, there is a technique to drugs, and the technique is dose.

 

incredible story, woods always bring out my true raw human instincts when i'm tripping in them. i love just running through the woods on acid, i always feel like the faster i run the more intense my visuals get.

 

classic stuff



what happened once you went to your friends place?

 

The trip spiraled downward rapidly, the peak ended, and the long tail end of it began, with a somewhat sudden cessation of primary effects. I was quite drained by that point. Then we just hung around, smoked a bunch of pot. Unfortunately my mistake caused a rather ugly dispute between myself and a friend, who had some issues with me. I had to deal with this as well, which I did perfectly. Acid is so functional compared to other psychs.

 

Did you find the pot to have any negative, lazy like effects?

 

Yes, which is precisely what I needed to help the trip end, and subsume into a more gentle, hypnotic cannabinoid haze. Though the stuff I have now is not too crazy on the sativa end. Would love to smoke a bunch of pure sativa pot on a strip+, too intensify the psychedelic and minimize the depressant qualities

 

the power of lsd..

 

what, did you eat "his" acid too?

and having tried only one natural tryptamine, i find LSD to be a bit less functional than phenethylamines.

 

Great writing. good thing you made it out alive man.. That's epic shit. LSD fucking owns.

 

we all had plans to go see alice and because of my "accidental" overdose only 3 out of 6 people went, the other 3 were me and my 2 saviors. she went ballistic on me and made a much, much worse situation than it was, and made herself look very, very bad to everyone.

Phens are super functional, agreed. They are not cognitively as deep as tryps or ergs. tryps are the least functional in high doses, as they catalyze ego death with the greatest ease ime.

 

I totally agree, that's why I have always been prone to take Tryps over PEA's.

Sucks you didn't get to go see Alice w/ your friends, you will have to before it leaves the theaters I almost want to go see it again b/cause I had to sit in the front row. But holy shit the movie was jumping out of the screen and into my lap.

 

I always know i took the right amount when i say to myself " oh sweet lord I took WAY too much"

 

Incredible trip report. Thanks for the good read.

 

Wowww man thats amazing. You seem like a mentally fit dude for succeeding in keeping it together during your trip.

Amazing report!