RealAwareness
Rising Star
I'm curious about other's first time experiences with LSD - how it affected you, what insights you received, fun or crazy experiences, did it change your life or personality, and so on.
I can't imagine never having taken LSD. It is such a profound experience, throwing off the normal constraints of consciousness, opening up your mind to new vistas, that I think I would have been a very different person if I had never dosed. Now I was never a big acid head; I have only dropped 4 times all together, and I doubt the 4th time was even LSD. Lot's of shrooms, but what I lack in quantity of LSD experience, I make up for in quality. That first dose of LSD changed my the course of my life - for the better.
I was 18, and had held off until then because I wanted to be on my own, out of high school, and plus all the stuff I had read on it recommended waiting until you were at least 18 to trip. At 43, I would now recommend waiting until 21, but hey, I was young. There was some real good acid going around at the time, people were raving about it, and I was friends with the girlfriend of the major local distributor. She introduced me, and he pulled out what must have been 100 sheets. I only bought 2 hits of this "4-way", and I'm guessing they were 100 mic doses, but that is conservative, as my more cautious friend Danny tripped balls on his half-hit. I took the other 1.5 hits, dosing on the way back to my rental house by placing it under my tongue until the blotter dissolved. Just a few minutes after I dosed, almost back to my house, I looked at the fog in the rear view mirror. It shone with ambient light, the halogen street lamps illuminating the fog in a soft, mysterious fashion. A slight twinge, a first alert; a sense of excitement, of anticipation, of a mystery about to unfold, set the tone for this dark and enigmatic November night. It was a profound and wonderful feeling, and was to only grow as the evening progressed.
I got back to my house, and my best friend and roommate Danny dosed as soon as I arrived. Jerry and Paul were on their way, and were trip-sitting and driving; we had planned this for a couple of weeks. When they arrived, we all packed into Jerry's car, and headed into town to a party that was happening. We didn't really start to come up until the party, but then it started hitting hard. I felt like I was strapped to a rocket ship, taking off. OEVs started manifesting on the wall, kaleidoscope patterns of incredible detail in the texture of the paint. When I stood up and touched one, the point where my finger made contact caused ripples in the pattern. How cool.
I sat back down, and now I was really coming on. Just then, a girl I liked, who had just broken up with her boyfriend, sat next to me on the couch and started flirting with me! Just as I'm starting to peak! I'm trying to be cool, but in the middle of my head, I am having this incredible experience of feeling my consciousness expand to the size of the house, with myself in the middle of my consciousness, wearing this incredible Shining Knight's Armor and holding a Flaming Sword of Truth! I am totally in the middle of my head, in this amazing vision of myself, this incredible self-esteem boost, this sense that anything was possible for me, that I was invincible: not in a literal, stand-in-front-of-cars sense, but in the sense that I was far more powerful than I knew, that I had unseen strength just waiting to manifest - that I could take charge of my own life and be master of my own destiny.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, this hot earth girl is still trying to chat with me, and not only am I trying to stay cool while having this mind-blowing experience, but I'm also a step back observing myself, having this incredible head trip while trying to stay cool and chat with this girl! It's like my ego split into three components - the observer, the head trip, and the trying to have a casual conversation all at the same time. Danny, meanwhile, sees all this, and he starts laughing. I, too, then proceed to split into 4 instead of 3, observing myself observing myself with all of the above from Danny's perspective too. It was fucking nuts! We gave up trying to be cool and hip and decided to leave the party, way to much energy, way to much was happening.
As soon as we were back in the car, we started laughing uncontrollably. We gazed out the rear window, and the road looked like a cartoon. It was hilarious and amazing, just watching the road weave through the darkness in the middle of the night, though how I could see so much of the road from the illumination of the tail lights I'm not quite sure. We ended up going to Alan's house. Alan was a chicken farmer, and he was the proud caretaker of several thousand chickens. We entered the barn, and the cacophony of all those chickens in cages was just nuts. We proceeded to gather eggs, and found great enjoyment of abusing said chickens with their own eggs by throwing eggs at chickens. Not how I would trip today, but I was 18, and was very, very high on LSD.
The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of excitement and hilarity, until I ended up back at my home around 3 or 4 in the morning. I simply sat in the living room, with a big grin on my face, as the OEVs of crackling electrical currents filled the air and space of both the living room and my head.
LSD is very much a head trip in a way that shrooms are not. There wasn't any great spiritual awakening, but their was a profound psychological awakening. That vision of myself as a powerful knight in armor stuck with me, and I have accomplished much more in life up to this point than I think I would have without that tremendous gift of self-confidence that vision inspired. It was like being on a roller coaster that only went higher and higher. I did find, however, that the "fry" afterwords was not as much to my liking as the gentle after-glow of mushrooms. Definitely a very different class of drug than the natural hallucinogens, and not something I was desirous of doing often. LSD is truly amazing, but it is like the difference between taking an F-15 ride or even launching into space, versus spending time hiking to a beautiful lake surrounded by mountains. A very different class of experience.
I can't imagine never having taken LSD. It is such a profound experience, throwing off the normal constraints of consciousness, opening up your mind to new vistas, that I think I would have been a very different person if I had never dosed. Now I was never a big acid head; I have only dropped 4 times all together, and I doubt the 4th time was even LSD. Lot's of shrooms, but what I lack in quantity of LSD experience, I make up for in quality. That first dose of LSD changed my the course of my life - for the better.
I was 18, and had held off until then because I wanted to be on my own, out of high school, and plus all the stuff I had read on it recommended waiting until you were at least 18 to trip. At 43, I would now recommend waiting until 21, but hey, I was young. There was some real good acid going around at the time, people were raving about it, and I was friends with the girlfriend of the major local distributor. She introduced me, and he pulled out what must have been 100 sheets. I only bought 2 hits of this "4-way", and I'm guessing they were 100 mic doses, but that is conservative, as my more cautious friend Danny tripped balls on his half-hit. I took the other 1.5 hits, dosing on the way back to my rental house by placing it under my tongue until the blotter dissolved. Just a few minutes after I dosed, almost back to my house, I looked at the fog in the rear view mirror. It shone with ambient light, the halogen street lamps illuminating the fog in a soft, mysterious fashion. A slight twinge, a first alert; a sense of excitement, of anticipation, of a mystery about to unfold, set the tone for this dark and enigmatic November night. It was a profound and wonderful feeling, and was to only grow as the evening progressed.
I got back to my house, and my best friend and roommate Danny dosed as soon as I arrived. Jerry and Paul were on their way, and were trip-sitting and driving; we had planned this for a couple of weeks. When they arrived, we all packed into Jerry's car, and headed into town to a party that was happening. We didn't really start to come up until the party, but then it started hitting hard. I felt like I was strapped to a rocket ship, taking off. OEVs started manifesting on the wall, kaleidoscope patterns of incredible detail in the texture of the paint. When I stood up and touched one, the point where my finger made contact caused ripples in the pattern. How cool.
I sat back down, and now I was really coming on. Just then, a girl I liked, who had just broken up with her boyfriend, sat next to me on the couch and started flirting with me! Just as I'm starting to peak! I'm trying to be cool, but in the middle of my head, I am having this incredible experience of feeling my consciousness expand to the size of the house, with myself in the middle of my consciousness, wearing this incredible Shining Knight's Armor and holding a Flaming Sword of Truth! I am totally in the middle of my head, in this amazing vision of myself, this incredible self-esteem boost, this sense that anything was possible for me, that I was invincible: not in a literal, stand-in-front-of-cars sense, but in the sense that I was far more powerful than I knew, that I had unseen strength just waiting to manifest - that I could take charge of my own life and be master of my own destiny.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, this hot earth girl is still trying to chat with me, and not only am I trying to stay cool while having this mind-blowing experience, but I'm also a step back observing myself, having this incredible head trip while trying to stay cool and chat with this girl! It's like my ego split into three components - the observer, the head trip, and the trying to have a casual conversation all at the same time. Danny, meanwhile, sees all this, and he starts laughing. I, too, then proceed to split into 4 instead of 3, observing myself observing myself with all of the above from Danny's perspective too. It was fucking nuts! We gave up trying to be cool and hip and decided to leave the party, way to much energy, way to much was happening.
As soon as we were back in the car, we started laughing uncontrollably. We gazed out the rear window, and the road looked like a cartoon. It was hilarious and amazing, just watching the road weave through the darkness in the middle of the night, though how I could see so much of the road from the illumination of the tail lights I'm not quite sure. We ended up going to Alan's house. Alan was a chicken farmer, and he was the proud caretaker of several thousand chickens. We entered the barn, and the cacophony of all those chickens in cages was just nuts. We proceeded to gather eggs, and found great enjoyment of abusing said chickens with their own eggs by throwing eggs at chickens. Not how I would trip today, but I was 18, and was very, very high on LSD.
The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of excitement and hilarity, until I ended up back at my home around 3 or 4 in the morning. I simply sat in the living room, with a big grin on my face, as the OEVs of crackling electrical currents filled the air and space of both the living room and my head.
LSD is very much a head trip in a way that shrooms are not. There wasn't any great spiritual awakening, but their was a profound psychological awakening. That vision of myself as a powerful knight in armor stuck with me, and I have accomplished much more in life up to this point than I think I would have without that tremendous gift of self-confidence that vision inspired. It was like being on a roller coaster that only went higher and higher. I did find, however, that the "fry" afterwords was not as much to my liking as the gentle after-glow of mushrooms. Definitely a very different class of drug than the natural hallucinogens, and not something I was desirous of doing often. LSD is truly amazing, but it is like the difference between taking an F-15 ride or even launching into space, versus spending time hiking to a beautiful lake surrounded by mountains. A very different class of experience.
