mikek420
Well-Known Member
About six years ago I was a lot more interested in tripping than I am now. Without going into too much detail, for a few years I had access to LSD whenever I wanted. After eventually getting myself a place I could have a very powerful psychotic experience and peace, things were set in place for me to experience the ultimate LSD trip
The following is a copy and paste from the shroomery, where I posted this in summer of 2019. I am posting it here, because I once was incredibly active on this site as well and just now remembered my login information.
Long time poster here with a new trip report.
In April 2019 I underwent an experience few people have been able to, and over the next couple years I tried to put the experience in writing.
For the sale of clarity, this particular experience was from approximately 30mg of pure lsd crystal.
On a Tuesday morning, I scraped up some lsd crystals from a collection plate. At approximately 10 am, I rolled a blunt. The last time I had take an extreme amount of acid, I went from 0 to fully tripping in about 10 minutes, and I was having visuals after about 3 minutes.
I had the blunt in my hand, and rubbed the acid on my thumb. No responsibility until tomorrow at 9 am, last time I did something like this I was sober within about 16 hours so I figured this was gonna be about the same. I licked my thumb, and that is the last thing that I consciously remember.
Almost instantly, there were so many colors in the room, wriggling things, living things, energetic beings, and they layered and layered and layered until all that I could see was the color white.
While using my eyes I saw nothing but white on white and could see the different layers moving, consciously.
I'm not sure if I was the consciousness, or if what was being seen was the consciousness. It reacted and changed forms. I am not sure if that was due to my own thoughts (on nmt, and dmt a few times I have consciously been able to change the visuals to, say my dog, or my parents)
I was large, and infinitesimally tiny
I was both inside, and outside my house. I was the grass and the trees and the sky and whatever comes beyond that. I was a massive amount of energy reforming and constantly changing.
During this time, I would see pictures as if movies of my life, of events that have happened, are happening, and will happen later. All of them have come true.
All of them.
There have been times within the last two years (many times soon after the event, slowing down as time passes) that I have seen full events unfold that I have already experienced. It is beyond terrifying. I have seen literally days of my life unfold as if I was watching reruns. I have, with real people, been for a walk, and said something like red, green, black, red blue. And the next five cars to pass are red, green, black, red, and blue.
After several hours, I am not sure how many, I found myself sitting (lying?) On my futon in a really uncomfortable position. My house was full, packed, overflowing, with people, things, entities.
Except it wasn't my house, it was a singularity.
I (what is I?) was a dot a single point of reference. Colors were pouring in and out, slowly the dot got larger, instead of a single point it was two points and then a few more and more, and suddenly my singularity was slightly larger and it involved a space where I could move my frame of reference, instead of observing one spot, one point, I was aware of a space. Colors poured out into this space, and very slowly started taking shapes, there was my futon where I was flopped precariously on the edge, seeing this energy, these colors and shapes moving and flowing through me. If I zoomed out my perspective all I saw was that I would disappear and whatever I was on was massive, way bigger than we are told, but also much smaller.
After a while I was able to see "room" and what was in it, I still had the blunt unlit in my hand. I tried to smoke it. After several hours more (I think it was around 4 in the afternoon) I was finally able to see room without other living energies in it.
I remember distinctly at this point that I was trying to figure out what the fuck happened and I wanted someone to talk to to maybe give me some clarity, or maybe tell my story to so they could tell me what I told them.
I went to a chat group I was in, and asked if anyone could message me. The guy who did message me was absolutely the worst person to talk to at the time (the only thing he was worried about was how he could get raw and who was my source, he didn't listen to my story or was any use at all) eventually I got so angry and frustrated at him I just closed out the text and tried to smoke again. By around 6 my visuals were slowing down a little, and there wasn't so much layers upon layers of things (granted I do not mean I was sober, by now I felt like I had just eaten ten doses instead of three hundred. The visuals were still extremely intense, just not as layered. Eventually I was able to sleep, and by 9 o'clock the next morning I was at work.
The following is a copy and paste from the shroomery, where I posted this in summer of 2019. I am posting it here, because I once was incredibly active on this site as well and just now remembered my login information.
Long time poster here with a new trip report.
In April 2019 I underwent an experience few people have been able to, and over the next couple years I tried to put the experience in writing.
For the sale of clarity, this particular experience was from approximately 30mg of pure lsd crystal.
On a Tuesday morning, I scraped up some lsd crystals from a collection plate. At approximately 10 am, I rolled a blunt. The last time I had take an extreme amount of acid, I went from 0 to fully tripping in about 10 minutes, and I was having visuals after about 3 minutes.
I had the blunt in my hand, and rubbed the acid on my thumb. No responsibility until tomorrow at 9 am, last time I did something like this I was sober within about 16 hours so I figured this was gonna be about the same. I licked my thumb, and that is the last thing that I consciously remember.
Almost instantly, there were so many colors in the room, wriggling things, living things, energetic beings, and they layered and layered and layered until all that I could see was the color white.
While using my eyes I saw nothing but white on white and could see the different layers moving, consciously.
I'm not sure if I was the consciousness, or if what was being seen was the consciousness. It reacted and changed forms. I am not sure if that was due to my own thoughts (on nmt, and dmt a few times I have consciously been able to change the visuals to, say my dog, or my parents)
I was large, and infinitesimally tiny
I was both inside, and outside my house. I was the grass and the trees and the sky and whatever comes beyond that. I was a massive amount of energy reforming and constantly changing.
During this time, I would see pictures as if movies of my life, of events that have happened, are happening, and will happen later. All of them have come true.
All of them.
There have been times within the last two years (many times soon after the event, slowing down as time passes) that I have seen full events unfold that I have already experienced. It is beyond terrifying. I have seen literally days of my life unfold as if I was watching reruns. I have, with real people, been for a walk, and said something like red, green, black, red blue. And the next five cars to pass are red, green, black, red, and blue.
After several hours, I am not sure how many, I found myself sitting (lying?) On my futon in a really uncomfortable position. My house was full, packed, overflowing, with people, things, entities.
Except it wasn't my house, it was a singularity.
I (what is I?) was a dot a single point of reference. Colors were pouring in and out, slowly the dot got larger, instead of a single point it was two points and then a few more and more, and suddenly my singularity was slightly larger and it involved a space where I could move my frame of reference, instead of observing one spot, one point, I was aware of a space. Colors poured out into this space, and very slowly started taking shapes, there was my futon where I was flopped precariously on the edge, seeing this energy, these colors and shapes moving and flowing through me. If I zoomed out my perspective all I saw was that I would disappear and whatever I was on was massive, way bigger than we are told, but also much smaller.
After a while I was able to see "room" and what was in it, I still had the blunt unlit in my hand. I tried to smoke it. After several hours more (I think it was around 4 in the afternoon) I was finally able to see room without other living energies in it.
I remember distinctly at this point that I was trying to figure out what the fuck happened and I wanted someone to talk to to maybe give me some clarity, or maybe tell my story to so they could tell me what I told them.
I went to a chat group I was in, and asked if anyone could message me. The guy who did message me was absolutely the worst person to talk to at the time (the only thing he was worried about was how he could get raw and who was my source, he didn't listen to my story or was any use at all) eventually I got so angry and frustrated at him I just closed out the text and tried to smoke again. By around 6 my visuals were slowing down a little, and there wasn't so much layers upon layers of things (granted I do not mean I was sober, by now I felt like I had just eaten ten doses instead of three hundred. The visuals were still extremely intense, just not as layered. Eventually I was able to sleep, and by 9 o'clock the next morning I was at work.
