Jakup
Rising Star
I've managed to get my hands on some 1P-LSDand I'm very excited to have the chance to work with it. Last weekend I took one tab to test it out and it was pretty awesome. The Wednesday prior I had taken LSA so I was worried there would be a cross-tolerance issue. There probably was, but I couldn't help myself. My girlfriend was with me, and hadn't taken anything.
It was a 100ug dose and I took it at 3pm. I was feeling the effects well into the night and had trouble sleeping, not actually passing out until around 2am. The come up was very anxious feeling and uncomfortable like always with the tryptamines I've taken. When it started really coming on I couldn't help but just move by body around like crazy and laugh. It felt very intense. Around this time I went with my girlfriend to jump on the trampoline, which was a bad idea because it made me vomit pretty bad.
Soon after that she drove me to the woods and we walked around there for most of my trip. It was a very solid trip; the visuals were there and my joints felt tight like always on acid, but it didn't push my psyche around too much at all. My self/ego structure was pretty much fully intact and I could keep a conversation pretty well. It really just gave me a great sense of well-being and positivity on that front. The visual aspect was typical of a lower dose; waviness, colors changing, the tree's were bending/warping. My visual frame would kind of lose focus and become patterns, like all the leaves in front of me would blend together into some kind of weird picture. Everything has that vibrancy to it, things ooze strangeness. It was a quite comfortable and enjoyable experience. My girlfriend and I found a nice spot and just talked for what seemed like forever.
At one point I was thinking about the nature of the self. I realized based on my practice with meditation that the only thing I really am is an urge. I am just that wave crashing over consciousness carrying the next thought. And I don't control the content of the thoughts, either. I just react to them with more thoughts I didn't choose to have. Thinking is just this urge driven process, and trying to find yourself in the middle of it reveals the illusion. I am no where to be found.
That could be a load of crap, but it felt like an epiphany contemplating that on the 1p. I do feel like there's some truth in all that and it's one of my goals to delve deep and experience consciousness without this "self/ego" weighing me down. Meditation does it, but only for short little period of time. It's more of an exercise in patience, just repeatedly pulling and tugging at your focus, dragging it back to the breath and feeling yourself get lost in thought over and over.
This is getting too long, but I want close by pointing out how so many of us on here take psychedelics as a kind of spiritual practice ( for lack of a better term), but somehow we have no right to it. This is a great civil rights failure in the United States and thinking about it makes me beyond angry; the fact that I can actually be persecuted for it and have my life ruined is beyond ridiculous. I feel like a slave.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. Take it easy.
It was a 100ug dose and I took it at 3pm. I was feeling the effects well into the night and had trouble sleeping, not actually passing out until around 2am. The come up was very anxious feeling and uncomfortable like always with the tryptamines I've taken. When it started really coming on I couldn't help but just move by body around like crazy and laugh. It felt very intense. Around this time I went with my girlfriend to jump on the trampoline, which was a bad idea because it made me vomit pretty bad.
Soon after that she drove me to the woods and we walked around there for most of my trip. It was a very solid trip; the visuals were there and my joints felt tight like always on acid, but it didn't push my psyche around too much at all. My self/ego structure was pretty much fully intact and I could keep a conversation pretty well. It really just gave me a great sense of well-being and positivity on that front. The visual aspect was typical of a lower dose; waviness, colors changing, the tree's were bending/warping. My visual frame would kind of lose focus and become patterns, like all the leaves in front of me would blend together into some kind of weird picture. Everything has that vibrancy to it, things ooze strangeness. It was a quite comfortable and enjoyable experience. My girlfriend and I found a nice spot and just talked for what seemed like forever.
At one point I was thinking about the nature of the self. I realized based on my practice with meditation that the only thing I really am is an urge. I am just that wave crashing over consciousness carrying the next thought. And I don't control the content of the thoughts, either. I just react to them with more thoughts I didn't choose to have. Thinking is just this urge driven process, and trying to find yourself in the middle of it reveals the illusion. I am no where to be found.
That could be a load of crap, but it felt like an epiphany contemplating that on the 1p. I do feel like there's some truth in all that and it's one of my goals to delve deep and experience consciousness without this "self/ego" weighing me down. Meditation does it, but only for short little period of time. It's more of an exercise in patience, just repeatedly pulling and tugging at your focus, dragging it back to the breath and feeling yourself get lost in thought over and over.
This is getting too long, but I want close by pointing out how so many of us on here take psychedelics as a kind of spiritual practice ( for lack of a better term), but somehow we have no right to it. This is a great civil rights failure in the United States and thinking about it makes me beyond angry; the fact that I can actually be persecuted for it and have my life ruined is beyond ridiculous. I feel like a slave.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. Take it easy.
It really is something you feel you need to fight, to struggle against. Your mind and all the flotsam of thoughts. But I found the simplest approach is to try to separate from the thoughts, to become an observer of the mind rather than a participant. When you do this repeatedly you begin to see how ridiculous most of your thought processes are. How much energy you waste on thinking about nonsense. And I constantly laugh at it :lol: I try not to analyze or judge the thoughts, simply watch them and give them as little of my attention as I can.