To elaborate more on what nongreenthumb said a bad trip on acid or mushrooms or any hallucinogen can really discourage you from doing them again. I've seen people end up convinced they need to go to the hospital when they're really fine and then try and convice the hospital staff that they're the Son of God and try and convince the hospital staff of the same thing. I know a guy who got in a huge fight with his wife, didn't tell my friends and I and came and tripped with us, three hours into the trip he was just sitting there, speaking only in metaphors and trying to get us to drive him to a bridge so we could watch him jump off.

I personally took a ten strip and went to schlitterbahn (a waterpark in texas) and I was pretty much crazy. The hallucinations were so strong and on so many layers that I couldn't distinguish reality from the visuals, when I closed my eyes I saw thousands of people at a waterpark, when I opened them I saw thousands of people at a waterpark only with a lot of differences between the two like rides being in different places, seeing people that I knew couldn't be there. So I tired to figure out which was the real reality for a few hours, trying to hide clues in the scenery in my mind so that I could find out what's real. Then I started to get scared that I might not actually be able to pick reality out of the basket and might be stuck in some scenario my mind created so my mind got more turgid and unclear and the sheer number of people at the waterpark was terrifying to me, and the parents walking by with their kids crying stuck out in my head, I experienced ego-death and thought that I might be dead as well and that's why the kids were crying, and it scared the shit out of me, by this time I was just laid out on a lawn chair still trying to find reality and stuck in-between a bunch of plausible ones with lots of auditory hallucinations of different people, including my parents talking to me, people saying 'You took too much' and all this replaying in a loop in my head pretty much. I managed to find my cd player near my lawnchair although I don't know how it got there, I had Dark side of the Moon in the cd player and I just sat there and listened to it, I already knew every note but I'd never experienced it like this, I can hardly explain how it felt, when the crescendos would hit I'd feel GIANT waves of euphoria and get some amazing 3d closed eye visuals, and then pieces of the lyrics started sticking out to me, as though they were there for me to derive some benefit from, the lyrics in the first song, well not really lyrics, the guy talking says:

"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."

"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad..."

And then the next song ends with these lyrics:

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

When I heard them my whole body got that shiver, and then there's one part on the album where I swear someone whispers "If you can hear this you're dying" but then the album gets into more uplifting songs I suppose with Brain Damage and Eclipse, by the time the album was over I had a giant shit-eating grin on my face and I was back to just tripping balls without all the negative thoughts that scared the shit out of me, so I went on some rides and had a ton of fun. The whole reason I had a bad trip at all was because I was stupid and didn't follow one of mine and many other peoples' rules for LSD, I took it when I had a lot of things to worry about and so I focused on those rather than on having fun. All in all the trip lated about 30 hours from the ten hits, and it was one of the most enlightening and fun and scary experiences in my life.

damn entropic that is a little too balls to tha walls for me.
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If anyone has ever seen Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, those are the kinds of hallucinations you have from a 10 strip. You can't distinguish reality from everything else you see. My acid buddies and I call 10 strips "rocketships" because you get blasted sky high extremely fast.

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thanks entropic, you summed it all up. "ego death". i never could explain that feeling. you brought back a lot of memories. it was new years eve 1989, grateful dead show at the oakland coliseum, hanging in the parking lot. i hadn't done it in awhile because of a few bad experiences. this last time was nothing really bad, i just didn't enjoy any of it. but the good times, wow. i don't regret it.

Dude I checked out that website that place looks awesome, Tommy Chong, Mickey Hart! Phil Keagy! Dude I MUST go there, thank you for telling me about that place...

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yeaaa buddy you better believe it !!
your welcome, and you should come to the LEDGES!
nelson ledges quarry park is like a little slice of heaven in mid ohio, i would compare this place to a small woodstock. if you go to a festival here...you will not regret it. i looooooove the quarry.
people that know of this place, come from all over the usa to come here.
if you have nothing to do on the 4th of july this summer....come here to Grateful Fest.

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wow entropic, now that's wiggin' your nuts off! great description.


like everyone says, it's ALL about the environment. make sure you have NO responsibilities other than to exist for 8 hours and you'll be fine.

some people will just sit and be catatonic the whole time while others will completely extrovert themselves; most people experience waves of the two extremes and you can pretty easily navigate to whichever you prefer by redirecting your thoughts.

Good music and an excellent stereo while on acid are the equivalent of having the most delicious munchy foods imaginable while stoned. speaking of which, you'll prob have to make yourself eat.. i always found that my energy and the positive vibes went way up after some good food.


the search for food one time led me and a friend into a wal-mart at like 1AM. no one was in there but us and we were trippin hard. we had been laughing so hard our stomachs were sore, our faces were beat red! we got a 1lb bag of gummi savers, a bag of candy corn, a bag of potato chips, a bag of that cheap gum in the wrappers. all kinds of stuff. we were STUFFING gummi savers into our mouths when my friend and i looked at each other and we both stopped chewing. he said, "dude, this shit has sand in it!" lol! we convinced ourselves that sand was in every piece. when we got back to the house we went up to the road to smoke some herb and i took that bag of candy so i could throw it away. the next afternoon there were little melted gummy saver blobs all over the street!

needless to say, it was a while before i ate another gummy saver. lol






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you said it best man,
i have had soo many nights, after i have tripped all day, and the music show is over, and im lying in my tent spun out of my mind; just waiting for the acid to get out of my system.
the longing effects of acid is why i quit taking acid. acid does last waaay to long. its fun for awhile, but when you are ready for bed and your still spun out of this world.....it sucks

i have this really long story about one of my acid trips that i would like to tell, but would take me an hour to type it all. sooo lets just say.... me and buddy bought 2 liquid drops of acid....thought it was fake...found the seller, called him out on the fake acid....then he said that it was real, and to hold out our hands; and he put a puddle of acid in each of our hands....and just to proove the dude wrong, me and my buddy both gulped/slurped up the lsd from our hands.
we walked around for another hour convincing ourselves that the 10-15 drops of acid we just drank were fake.
so while we were mentally set on the fact that the acid was fake....the 10-15 hits inside our system was building up for one big, i mean really big acid trip. and a big acid trip, means big peaks. and 10-15 hits means...alot of peaks.
so we finally accepted that the acid was 100% real, and 100% clean. by the time we accepted that we were tripping, we had already reached out first peak! so it was like being shot out of a cannon tripping. we didnt ease into the trip at all. it was like one second were not tripping, and the next we are spun waaay out of this world.
anyways after the peak, we came down for like five minutes...which seemed like maybe an hour. then we ended up peaking again......and again.....and again...and again....and again....and again. everytime we peaked, we peaked harder than the last time we peaked.
anyways loooooooong story short we peaked allll night long, i guess we peaked for every drop of acid we had in out bodies. it was a very crazy night, it was alot of fun, and im not sure how i stayed sane during the almost 2 straight days of tripping. the acid peaks came in waves.....it felt like every time the wind blew hard....that we tripped even harder.
i never realized how out of this world you could get on acid untill this trip!!! i was honestly on another planet.

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a little goes a long way.

Read the Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe, it's about Ken Kesey (who wrote Somtimes a Great Notion) and his troupe of crazy people on acid the "Merry Pranksters" it's a great book and Tom Wolfe really captures the experience better in text than anyone else I've ever read.

I also read a book I can't remember the name of, about the 'families' the controlled acid production in the US in the late 70s and 80s, after the days of people like Owsley Stanley - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (a main figure in TEKAT). LSD is a crystal in it's pure form, and apparently they used to store it in small glass vials, and it was mainly distributed through the concert circuits, where people the 'family' had selected sold their product, rules were at least 100micrograms per hit, and no more than $5 a hit ever. So say you wanted to join the family, you became buddy-buddy with the first person, they make sure you're cool, then you get to meet the rest of the family, you didn't get to do any business for a few months while they got to know you. The test at the end of those few months you'd take a glass vial with crystal lsd in it, take the cap off and plug it with your finger, turn the vial over and just let some crystal sit on your finger, turn it back over and put the cap on and now you've probably ingested over a sheet of acid. The family would then guide you through the trip while on lower doses, this whole test or rite of passage was called "Fingerprinting." Once you came down you could become a businessman as long as you adhered to their rules, no more than $5 a hit, and always at least 100 micrograms per hit (they took the crystal with them to the shows and then made the sheets there by dissolving the crystal in grain alcohol and coating the sheets and letting the excess run off and then letting them dry).

Another thing that may be true or may be a myth but is stated as fact in this book is spraying LSD into the mouth of DEA agents at concerts with a squirt gun