- The Cessation Of Sin (Trip Report) -

I was told once by a friend that if you can write a trip report, then that means you didn’t take enough. During the course of trying to write this, I discovered the truth of these words. I tried my best to make an accurate and detailed report about the nuances of LSD, but had so much trouble trying to describe the interior aspect of the trip that I almost gave up. Just be aware, that by the very nature of memory and mind, and of LSD, that this report is very, very incomplete.

I get a phone call from a friend named Ben, who informs me that there is going to be a house party with a keg, liquor and a lot of people in a nearby suburb. Almost exactly 5 minutes later, I get another phone call from my friend Josh who tells me that he is going to another party and invites me. I tell him that since Ben called me first and I've been meaning to hang out with him anyways, I was gonna go with him. I ride out and meet up with him at a gas station close by to the house, which would become a central base more than I could ever imagine. This was at around 10 PM. We buy a few liters of soda to mix the liquor with, and head to the house. I follow him in my car, since I have no clue where the party is, or who the girl hosting it is, all I know is that she invited Ben and doesn't care who he brings. Eventually we pull up to a nice two story looking house with roughly one million cars parked around it. We get out and go in, and it's a madhouse. There are people doing back flips off the roof, several bands are playing in different rooms, there is a pool filled with people in the backyard, there was a random dog running around that was everyone's friend, some guys were grilling out, just your insane average party. I didn't know anyone there. I was a complete stranger surrounded by people I didn't know, so I figured I might as well get as drunk as possible and make the best of it.

Eventually I found my way to the keg, and discovered this skinhead nazi in red overalls was pumping the keg for people and handing out mushrooms. I didn't know it at the time, but this was to be a foreshadowing of events to come. Prior to this party, I hadn't really messed around with drugs. I had done DXM once and that was it. So I passed on the shrooms and started hitting the beer. After about my fifth cup, and after all the high schoolers left, the host busted out the good stuff and I found the vodka and began making mixed drinks. At this point, my friend Josh calls and tells me that his party got busted and wanted to know if he could come hang out with us. I am far too drunk to care so I simply hand my phone to Ben and continue drinking. I meet this really sexy girl, and we hit it off really cool. We hit it off so good that we were on the couch making out and getting ready to go to the bedroom when Josh walked in. I had completely forgot he was even coming. He tells me that he really needs to talk to me outside, so I reluctantly leave my foxy friend and go outside with him. Once there, he tells me that our friend Jay is in a nearby city at his apartment, that he has acid, that he is tripping right now, and that he has extra tabs that he wants to sell. He asks me if I want to ride with him. I didn't really want to go, because of the girl I just met, and because the party was going pretty hard, but I could tell he really didn't want to make that 40 minute drive all by himself, so I ride with him. At this point I am almost black-out drunk.
After a lengthy car ride, we arrive at Jay's apartment. Immediately after walking in the door, I can hear the drifting melodies of the grateful dead playing in ambiance. Jay and his friends are all laughing madly, all wearing hoodies and all with the hoods over their heads. When we walk in the door, they look up at us in surprise, and then laugh twice as hard as before.
Jay, Josh, and I go back into his room, and he retrieves a small ziplock baggie with four white-on-white blotter hits in it.
Josh asks him, "Are they good?"
Jay looks up from the depths of his hoodie pupils fully dilated, "Yeah, dude."
He tells us that we can have them for $20 each. Josh and I are thinking "wtf", and I didn't even want any, but Josh reminded me that you never know when your next opportunity to buy acid will be, so I went ahead and bought one and Josh bought two. Jay ended up throwing in the fourth one for free.

It's around 3 AM now, and as we are making the long, 40 minute drive back, Josh goes ahead and eats his tabs. He tells me to eat mine too. I actually didn't even want them. I planned to just buy them and let them sit in my house forever. But I was drunk, and Josh eventually talked me into taking them. He told me to stick them under my tongue and just let them sit there. To be perfectly honest, I was a noob at drugs, and knew nothing about acid or tripping. I figured I would just let them sit under my tongue for a while to get him off my back and then not swallow the actual tab, and I figured nothing would happen. Boy was I wrong.
We pull up to the house around 4 AM. The girl I was making out with had passed out, along with virtually everyone else. Josh and I made out way up to a 2nd story bedroom, where a bunch of people were sitting in the dark watching T.V. This room was really decked out. It was some emo girls room with a lot of grotesque artwork and sporadic placement of the furniture. It was messy. There were neon, glow in the dark psychedelic art work posters everywhere, the room was a wreck with random objects scattered upon the floor, there was writing all over the walls, and with everything serenely doused with the electric blue glow of the humming television, it was visually intricate. I sat down started looking around.

After a few minutes, Josh who was sitting next to me, taps my shoulder and points up. I follow his finger and see what he is seeing - a classic psychedelic optical illusion swirl. The thing is, the poster was no longer relying on a trick of the eyes, it had become an actual vortex that was spinning on it's own. I didn't know what to think, giggled nervously, and just ignored it. Josh went down to the car to get his Incubus DVD, and he popped it in and we started watching it. There was something about it that drew me.......literally. I scooted closer and closer to the T.V. until my nose was touching the screen, and then I fell into one of the pixels and my world became a spectrum of violently changing light. I was eventually pulled out, and was completely confused by now. I wanted to get out of that room, so Josh and I went downstairs to where a girl was cooking a large pot of spaghetti for several of the people who were still awake. I took a place at the table and waited.

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This is the point that the alcohol in me began to battle with the LSD. Part of me desperately wanted to consume that huge pot of delicious spaghetti, and the other part of me was slowly becoming repulsed at the process of actually putting this physical, hot, steaming pile of dead animals and plants into my mouth, mechanically mashing it up with my teeth, and swallowing it down into me like some sort of reverse gag-reflex. I look around me at the hungry people, and my vision is zoomed in on their greasy hungry faces, their soulless eyes. I can see the primal, no-thought desire to ingest this substance as soon as possible reflected in their eyes. I realize they aren’t even thinking about eating. They just eat. Why don’t they think about what it is like to eat? And then I catch myself.......wait....what am I thinking about? It’s just eating food. What is this weird thought process?

They say that LSD opens up new nuero-chemical pathways in the brain. I say it opens up new paths in the mind. I was lost within my own process, simply because there was an aspect of reality present that my mind had never interpreted before. My head space was opening up, and I didn’t know what to do about it. I hastily excused myself from the table and went outside, in pure anxiety. I paced back and forth. My thoughts raced 1000 miles an hour. My brain stem and the entire back of my head began to feel very tightened and warm. I could smell a soft, silent burning sensation somewhere behind my nose. I dreamed up every paranoid situation I could think of. I literally left this world, I was surrounded by pastel lighting, swimming in a sea of the surreal. I don’t know how I managed to pace back and forth in the yard while being completely blind to the outside world. Direct color representations of my mood and state of mind filled my vision, completely consuming me. This hell seemed to last an eternity, time was meaningless and I was trapped within my own thought processes which were slowly destroying me. Fear is the destroyer of the mind, always remember that. But even still, paranoia can be a beautiful thing, prompting the questioning mind to propel itself downwards and upwards and any which way to arrive at the fundamental source of THIS question, this why or this how. Slowly I found out that this grave anxiety was one of my strongest aspects, allowing me to keep going with the questioning long past where others would find their contentment and stop on a more shallow level. Eventually, Josh came out, found me, and reminded me that we had taken LSD. I calmed down a little, followed him back inside, and tried not to gag as I watched them all consume their spaghetti, in the most disheartened way.

After I realized that I had just been saved from an enormous bad trip, I had the sudden mad urge to try to initiate all of the stereotypical “bad trips” that people talk about. I willed myself into a glass of orange juice and existed like that for an eternity. It was boring. I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, watching my face transform from a beautiful angel to a hideous demon back and forth 100 times within the span of a second. I laughed. I was so disconnected from the face in that mirror that it didn’t matter. I waited for the entire world to crumble under my feet, waited for the endless zero gravity fall that would cast me down into the depths of a black unfathomable abyss reaching downwards, forever and ever. It never happened and I cursed my luck. I realized I was blessed this way, I was guaranteed a very positive experience, and knew that nothing I could do or imagine would stop it. Then I realized that this was merely the reflected opposite of earlier when I thought I was in for a negative experience and there was nothing I could do to stop it, and the mind unleashed itself in full dualistic fury. The mainstream aspect of free will was an enormous joke as I sat there, looking into the past of my life and reviewing the choices that I had made that had brought me to this point, and I realized that no matter what I would have been here in this moment all along.

Josh got done eating, and we walked around the house together, looking at all the people sleeping. From an outsiders perspective, we probably looked infinitely creepy, lurking around in hoodies with the hoods pulled up and tight, staring at passed out partyers, whispering and laughing. But internally, much more was going on than this. I lovingly looked at all the pathetically drunken zombies, laying on the floor, thought about their relation to me, our collective extension from the same source, and loved them anyways. I was at the bottom of the night, in a strange place in a strange town surrounded by strangers and I could do nothing but let the glorious light beam from my face as I smiled in pure expressions of love. We opened a bedroom door and found several people having sex. They saw us and didn’t care that we were there. I watched, completely self-less and void of any embarrassment, fascinated at the pure physical nature of this act, an act that was meant for one thing only and that is the continual facilitation of our group consciousness. I watched them and knew that this isn’t what they were thinking about, I could hear the lust in their breathing, and marveled at the fact that we so often do things for reasons that are completely besides the point of the act itself.

I moved on into a closet at the back of the hall in my desire to be surrounded by pure pitch black darkness. Once inside, I looked around me to find that I was in the midst of thousands of human sets of eyes, glowing red and staring right at me. I sat down in the middle of the floor, realized the untouchable nature of my self, and enjoyed the amusement they provided. The sets of eyes began shifting colors, they became neon dots swarming and floating together no longer in sets of two but sets by the millions. They exploded in and out of existence as they fractalized into perfect geometric shapes and then imploded themselves into the reverse opposite geometric shape, taking up however many dimensions that were currently necessary. They noticed my amusement at them and they beamed with joy, growing brighter and intensifying their electric fluorescent dance, until I could barely keep up. At this point I noticed a subtle, less dense layer of reality right behind them, and as soon as I did they rearranged themselves perfectly spaced out to form a neon grid that was holding up all of existence. This neon grid was a supportive structure just as it was a cage. I knew I could reach out and touch it and I would feel the gravest pain mingled with the most orgasmic pleasure. I stayed my hand, stood up, and left the closet of dreams.

I joined Josh back downstairs, and he suggested that we go to his car to listen to music. I agreed and as we walked outside, the open-eye visuals hit my full force. A steady silent green wind was running through the grass as people on an endless field, rippling and erupting and lifting off to carry on and disrupt other strange new places. The black starry night was a perfect canvas for the mind to paint on, as I saw the re-emergence of my neon friends, but this time they danced along with the stars and the great big beautiful moon mother, a celestial crystal wedding waltz of the heavens. A surreal synesthesia took place as I smelled all the colors surrounding me, saw the vibrations of my friend's speech disturb the air molecules, tasted the reverberations of our hollow footsteps upon the concrete, felt the sounds of the night. I looked to the trees, who have always fascinated me, and was amazed how much bigger they were than their little grass cousins, a trunk as wooden and solid and huge as a flower stalk. Their leafs were roiling and swirling around, a mass of photosynthesized energy just waiting to be unleashed. I couldn’t see the individual leafs, there were no leafs, just a massive ball broken down into billions of atom sized whirlpool pockets of energy. Dragons smiled their ancient toothy grin from the depths of the leaves, noble statues carved out of a living organism, curled in their wings for the warmth of physical surety. And this was the secret of the dense woods, so much life in the stillness of a wise old oak.

There was a single tree next to my friends car. As we approached, I looked up into the sprawling highs, and saw the Hindu god Ganesh looking absolute and enormous, sitting cross-legged within the energy of the leafs, much like the dragons before him. I was immediately stricken with fear and knew what it was like to see a god, I knew why Moses' hair turned gray when he saw the burning bush, I knew why all those ancient Hindu artists came back from the deepest levels of meditation in stoic compassion and painted these pictures for us. I was looking at A GOD. And I felt the fury of a god, the love of a god, the wisdom of a god. It was all there within this frantically serene figure, who in that instant I knew to be a very real entity. An entity that had blessed me so with his presence, to lower himself and manifest within the sorry energetic confines of something I was praising just a moment before. He sat cross-legged with a set of hands held upward atop his knees in the standard meditation position, and another set of hands held up outstretched. His face was that of an elephants with a long trunk. His body was made up of rolling, wild, mad animal eyeballs in the paranoid intensity of death, seeing everything, in this world and the next. I wish I could stress to you all the importance of this vision, to see a being who was very real, and far removed from my normal mode of thinking. I had been a christian all 18 years of my life, and for me too see a Hindu god, the identity of which I had no clue of, was puzzling. It wouldn’t be until later, after I had researched Ganesh, that I would discover that Ganesh was the Hindu god of removing obstacles. A fitting appearance for a first time acid user.

Walking around to the passenger side door, I sat down into Josh’s car. He got in the driver’s seat and turned the car on. The ambient blue lighting he installed instilled a peaceful aura in me. He put the heat on full blast (assuring me that it would make us trip harder) and he put in a mixed CD that was full of mostly death metal. I leaned my seat back and put my hat over my face, closing my eyes. We started with this song

and I immediately felt that I was on a boat ride to hell, riding down a river of lava with my skeleton ferry man. I was in a cave infinitely stretching off into the distance as the faces of ancient demons who were present for our creation yawned and moaned as we solemnly passed by, our dangerous ride doomed to failure. I was entering a world of macabre and negativity, the black world of an art form intended to express the darkest aspects of humanity, and I loved it. Going to hell seemed to be the funniest thing in the world at the time. I dove off the side of the boat, burned up to death and welcomed myself back to the car. As soon as the first heavy song kicked in, a tribal, downward drum solo, I fell backwards into my seat and was floating in some sort of empty void. The music was blaring, and my hearing kept shifting sides. The angry scratchy guitar riffs sent ripples across the bubble of my existence, my void, my lack of existence. The overlapping harmonies enveloped me comfortably within a fold. I laughed as the singer screamed of blood wearing off the bonds of a vow. I could hear voices screaming at me first from the left and then the right and back and forth again, pushing me further downward, accusing me off the suffering of existence, giving me chills I never deserved, destroying me and creating me. The singer was my only link to humanity at this point. As the verse climaxed and the chorus with clean vocals kicked in, I was lifted up beyond the highest star, and fused with everything only to be cast all the way back down from cerulean blue heaven again, back and forth, experiencing the opposing dualities so frequently, the exchange picking up speed and occurring faster and faster until they finally just became one and I was everything and nothing. The closed eye visuals picked up in their intensity as well. A song with a slow beginning started that was slowly picking up speed. I could see a tiny little neon planet in the center of my vision, and all along the horizon edge of this planet were thousands of little neon ants dancing to the tempo of the song. My vision shifted back and the planet became an atom in a network of countless little atom-planets full of perfectly fused societies of ants, all dancing to my tempo and my existence. The soaring vocals sent waves among the ants and they danced to their own demise as brand new atom planets were left behind in the tempests’ wake. I began to cry at their beauty, at their lives and their deaths, it was too much. The last thing I remember is that a solo cut in from somewhere, and I ceased to exist. I’m guessing this was the peak and I can’t remember a shred of it, whatever happened either is completely blocked out from my memory, or nothing happened because there was no ‘I’ to experience it. This went on for a while until I was born again, and I opened the door, stumbled out of the car, and fell on the ground into the grass. A singular grass blade filled my entire vision, and the macro cosmic fused with the microcosmic of the interior ant world and everything just was. I had been in a state of non existence for roughly 10 minutes. I had too much to think about and I couldn’t take anymore music, so I told my friend and we went back to the house.

It was around 6 AM now, and we were still going strong. We tried to get back in the house, but we found the door locked. This was amazingly funny, as we imagined that all the drunken people were scared of the fables surrounding acid, knew we were on the drug and were afraid of what we might do. Come to find out later, the door was never locked in the first place.
Thinking that it was though, we contented ourselves with sitting in two rocking chairs on the back patio. We sat in complete silence, communicating our ideas to each other for hours as we watched the dawn give rise to a new day in it’s entirety. I know there is a lot of talk about telepathy and acid, and I can assure you that it is real. My friend and I communicated complex, revolutionary ideas to each other, using only minimal physical sounds, such as grunts. We talked about how our vision had been reborn, how everything looked high-def and crisp, like we had never seen before. We could see every needle on every pine tree for miles. I could see tiny little bugs crawling around in the grass 50 yards away. At one point, we both simultaneously became aware of what we were doing and burst into a fit of laughter. We laughed so much that my face began to hurt. I began to think about coming down. I became sad at the length of this drug, I wanted to come down, but was stuck with the weary burden of post-peak acid.
After the sun came up, we decided to walk around the driveway and continue our discussion. People across the road were getting up and going about their weekend chores. The household directly across from us was apparently planning on having a yard sale in a few hours, and were getting set up. It amazed me that I had just had my reality completely destroyed, my essence proved false, and discovered that everything I had ever thought was a lie, and these people were doing things as mundane as selling physical objects and mowing the yard. They had no clue that a mystic miracle took place less that 50 yards from them as they slept, and they never will, but yet they in all likelihood pray for some type of one or another before they go to bed each night. At one point, a van carrying a Japanese family drove by the house, and as they came directly in our line of sight, time froze and I could see all of their faces pointed towards us, each one representing some particular emotion in the range of human expression. They were stilled in this forced action for around 20 seconds. Then time kicked back in and they carried on.

The participants of the party began to awaken. A few came outside and noticed we were still up, asked how the acid was, were we still tripping, and such. Interacting with them was so strange. It was if I had evolved, and come back among my former people. Josh and I were still enjoying our new found telepathic powers, so we decided to go upstair and see what Ben was up to and give them an additional test. Ben was asleep on the bed, so we naturally woke him up. Josh and I sat around and had a conversation about the reality of the universe, while Ben just looked at us. At one point, I focused very hard, and formed the words, “Ben, can you understand what we are saying?” He replied, “No man, you two are over there just making a bunch of weird sounds I don’t know what you are doing.” Josh and I smiled at each other because we knew. To communicate verbally was so difficult to do though. I really had to focus, and when I did it was as if I felt dirty.
We went back downstairs and discovered that the dog had pooped on the floor. Josh and I stood around the pile of shit, staring at it. I thought about how the trip had began with people eating spaghetti, and how it was now ending with me staring at the result of eating, a dog shitting on the floor, and I smiled. Things had come around full circle, in many ways that I was aware of and in an infinite number of ways that I was not. Soon, all of the other people began to join us in our circle. I could tell none of them had any clue why they were all standing around a pile of dog shit. I knew why, as Josh and I were like human magnets, attracting souls with a radiance that they could sense on an subconscious level. We gathered everyone around us, and there were around 15 people standing around this pile of dog shit, with no one saying a word. I wanted to exclaim “Look! The totality of physical existence, defined by a mutt with a life span of maybe 9 years, he shits on your floor without a thought and now we stand here amazed with the cosmos and who can tell me what it’s all ABOUT?” I wanted to tell them all that the meaning of life was in that poop, summarized by shit, but I knew they wouldn’t get it. The girl I was making out with the night before was there, and she flashed me a smile, an invitation to join her in whatever her days events held. I smiled back at her, for a different reason. A superseded love.

At this point, my desire to come down and just sleep was so great that I just left the aftermath of the party without telling anyone, at least verbally. I reached out to Josh with my mind to let him know I was leaving. He nodded. I walked to my car, ignoring the people who tried to stop me, and took off. After I was on the road for a few minutes, my phone began constantly ringing with people who were worried about me driving. In all honestly, there were probably correct in their assessment of my condition to drive, but I wanted my own home and my own bed so badly I didn’t care. As my come down rapidly unfolded itself, I began to feel my paranoia and anxiety return. Unlike the dog shit, I was unable to appreciate the structured order of beginning and ending a trip on the same note. At a particular traffic light, I was convinced that everyone around me was an FBI agent and the red light was staying on for so long because they were surrounding me and going to arrest me for doing acid. Right before the moment of panic the light turned green and I carried on. I got lost on straight roads. I couldn’t remember where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. But eventually I made my way home. As I stepped through the front door, my mom greeted me with a warm smile, asked how my night was (I told her I was sleeping over at a friends house), and offered me a cinnamon bun. I was filled with guilt at lying to her, but I knew there was no possible way for me to express the beautiful truth, so I silently ate the breakfast she made, and afterwards retreated to my room. I finally climbed into bed at around 9 AM, tossing and turning. My brain was still on fire, I felt totally burnt out and unable to sleep. But just like all things, I eventually did.

Something I just want to say - the aftermath of acid, the “glow” that people refer to, is far more interesting and fulfilling than the trip itself. The glow is where LSD’s true beauty lies, the glow that makes people susceptible to searching for more. This chemical is indeed a key, unlocking previously unfathomable chasms, but what people need to understand, is that it is a key to the mind. The mind will feed off any experience you can give it, thus, only diluting it, deluding and removing you from the direction the experience was pointing to in the first place. If you really want to know the meaning of LSD, or more appropriately, the meaning of everything, you must silence this unruly beast, and see what is behind the curtain. LSD makes the curtain translucent, but if you are legitimate in your searches for the soul, the truth, the light, it must be completely drawn back, and no chemical can give you this, because all chemicals are part of this curtain in the first place. So forget all the cliches that other people have spoken, forget about the magic, the energy, the dancing and the souls, and just be, because peace is the only true end, and personally, I’d rather be there sooner than later.
As Arjuna said, the mind is more difficult to control than the wind. So good luck travelers, and may you find peace.

 

Beautiful! Sounds like a great first trip. =]

 

I thank you with all my heart.

 

That was a great read thanks alot.

 

Oh man, been there. This is where my "break through" occured, trying to eat a chicken wing.

this is it man, you have captured the entire LSD "THING" in its essence. this is such a fucking rich trip report. reading it, at times i laughed, at times i was solemn and respectful, and at times i had goosebumps. i feel about this like people feel about bach's music; not a single note missing and note a single note too much.

:cheers2:

 

Thank you Writer.
It took a Herculean creative effort to drag this out from inside me, especially considering that I was forced to relive and think about moments that have been absent from the forefront of my consciousness for almost 2 years.
I'm glad I finally cranked it out though, and glad that people were able to find some enjoyment in it.

 

omg Neo you made my day. what a pure rendition. I smiled almost the entire time I read it. I'm amazed this was two years ago and you still cranked this out. you must have gotten pretty meditative to write it. whew, what a pleasure. thank you my friend.

i esp. like this part:

 

Thank you very much burn, I'm glad you took the time to read it.

Me too man. If there is a single moment of the trip that stands out in my mind, it is that state of non-existence, and it is seeing those little ants intelligently dancing in complete harmony on their atom-planets, and being able to literally SEE how size is only relative, how truly small/big we really are, and how this size is really nothing at all.
It's funny - at the time of that trip, I wasn't into the type of music Josh was, the heavy death metal and all that stuff that was on the CD.
A few days after the trip though I asked him to burn me an exact copy of that CD, and every time I listened to it, I would tear up and cry at the elegant supreme beauty and ultimate meaninglessness that an angry group of young men screaming into microphones, playing evil sounding disharmonious guitar riffs, and pounding insane wild drums could remind me of.

 

There is so much in this report that reminds me of experiences that I've forgotten. Fantastic. Thankyou.

 

That was an amazing trip report! I thank you!

 

Wow that was beautiful! I felt like i was their! Those are just one of those magical nights where everything is perfect. The whole spaghetti to shit, the full circle, like the day was so full it was like a whole story read to your from a book.

The drunks and the acid trippers, i love that scenario, you feel like a whole other species. Its like they have no idea, but somewhere in the back of both your minds your laughing at each other. That was surely a great plan set in to play.

You know what is interesting, it is supposedly Ganeshas birthday this weekend. It is the time to remove obstacles, and to burn karma. I bet he was joining in for the festivities.

 

Thank you everyone.

As a person who considers alcohol to spiritually outrank LSD, it definitely was an interesting experience lol.

To be honest, my opinion regarding what exactly was forming itself in that tree is constantly shape-shifting and changing itself with the frequency of an acid visual
Part of me sometimes thinks that I was looking at a real entity that lives on some higher-plane of reality that encompasses this reality, that part of my being was momentarily uplifted to that reality, and this being consciously decided that I would be allowed to see his frightful form and be instantly blasted away by the sheer fucked up, beautifully insane nature of reality, like all those ancient Hindus painting and entering meditative trances and witnessing for the first time these Gods that people worship to this day.
Another part of me thinks he wasn't even a being unto himself, but merely an aspect of me, and when I say me, I refer to myself as an extension of humanity as a whole. I'm sure you heard of Jungian archetypes? Part of me suspects that I was simply accessing some ancient, primitive cellular memory, left over from our oldest days when made up symbols had some deep esoteric meaning, and that my synchronized body and mind, conscious and subconscious, were fused and working in a perfect union to produce this visual at the right precise moment.
But the only real interpretation I am left with is this - I have no clue what the hell it was.

 

Very nice very nice man perfectly put, will have to pass this one on

 

wow neo dude that was amazing bro

 

do you think this because it can help people loosen up?

 

I know that feeling. haha. Of course it doesn't really matter anyway, what matters is the message it conveyed to you.

 

my favorite parts............best fucking trip report and explanation of what lsd is all about:cheers2:

 

Why I think that is very personal and my reasoning probably would not make any sense to someone with an outsider's perspective.
All I have to go on is what I feel and experience when I drink alcohol, which is something I can confidently say, is NOT experienced by the majority of people when THEY drink alcohol.
The only way I can describe it, is that sometime during the initial stages when I am comfortably settling into my buzz, my sahasrara fully blooms spring-style awareness. Then I'll experience the world and simply "get it", I'll be able to answer any question asked, understand anything I am exposed to, my creativity grows until it is off the charts wacky, my love and appreciation for all of creation reaches infinite levels, and this keeps climaxing until I reach black out level and wake up the next afternoon with pissed pants and a tremendous headache, and even that part is amazingly spiritual to me. What a grand follow up to enlightenment! Is reality not this fucked up?
That's like 90% of the time. I've also had times where I drink and become very bitter and negative, winter-style awareness, and a great experience that is too.
And besides, out of all the drug experiences, there is nothing more spiritually relevant than the hangover!
It's like I always say, never trust a drug that doesn't make you pay.

 

woah neo mad ups to you for writing that beast

 

I loved this trip report. I am also in awe at your level of spirituality. I myself am on a journey now to reach a level of understanding such as this.

Wow.

edit: also, I enjoyed your writing style. Do you ever just write for enjoyment? If so, I'd like to read some of your other material.