i've been fighting the next bad trip on lsd for a year or two now. my mind is very strong and can fight very large doses. i flipped my switch about 3 years ago and it changed my life! the fear overwhelmed me. i remember the voices getting deeper and darker. the colors getting draker. then a deep, long, large voice said "this is gonna get bad" and then i fell down the dark tunnel. lost my mind for over an hour. woke up with tears on my face, bed drenched in sweat and the biggest grin on my face. i felt like my soul had the lagrest orgasm ever! now, everytime i feel a strong dose about to take me, i fight it. yet it's what i keep dosing for. strange, it's like i've been bitten once. now, i'm looking for the bite again but everytime i see the fangs, i run just fast enough. some kinda game i play with myself, i suppose.
like many have said (paraphrased perhaps) a bad trip is a good trip. it's when the pain, fear, anger, resentment (or whatever other poison) you have stuffed in your subconscious comes oozing out. it sucks in the middle of it but afterwards...wow. it's like 50 years of psychotherapy rolled into one.
i've developed a very strong God presence in my trips now. anytime i start to feel out of control, i get this One Thought that drags me out of the loop. i take this One Thought to be my sense of God. whether i have a breakthrough experience or just a happy trip, i take something from it. the day i come back from a trip empty handed (without a lesson learned), i believe that will be the day i quit. doubt that'll ever happen...