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Have you had experience with psychedelics?
'Recently it has become possible for man to
chemically alter his mental state and thus alter
his point of view. He than can restructure
his thinking and change his language so that his thoughts
bear more relation to his life and his problems,
therefore approaching them more sanely...'
[the 13th floor elevators]
'Recently it has become possible for man to
chemically alter his mental state and thus alter
his point of view. He than can restructure
his thinking and change his language so that his thoughts
bear more relation to his life and his problems,
therefore approaching them more sanely...'
[the 13th floor elevators]
Acid. Magic Mushrooms. DMT. Salvia. 2c-every-letter-of-the-alphabet. No matter which one you choose they are all psychedelics. Each of them has a slightly different effect on you; some can be a portal into hell, with each minute seeming like an hour, and each hour seeming like an eternity that will never end, while others can feel like the greatest pleasure, and each new moment reveals new things about life that you had never noticed before.
I'm going to try to detail some of my experiences with psychedelics. Since I've had over a dozen, maybe over two dozen trips, over a couple years, it's difficult for me to remember the details.
2ce: This was one of my worst drug experience I've ever had. After ingesting about 30 mg I felt nothing for about two hours. After about two hours I began seeing spinning multi-colored discs on the wall, and began to feel like I was being sucked into the couch. I began to feel a bit nervous, but tried to ignore it as I went out with friends to visit people I didn't know at CZ.
Picture of the entrance to CZ
When I got into CZ, they were having a really wild party. There were a ton of girls stripping off their clothes, while they played this constant screeching noise on the stereo, full blast.
CZ's stripper pole in their table. Imagine coming in here with all the lights dimmed, flashing strobe lights, strippers, and high pitched screeching coming from the speakers while you're tripping face.
Immediately I started to feel woozy. The same feeling of being sucked into the couch was not leaving me, and I really had to sit down. I sit down on a couch outside on the balcony (which was the worst idea ever. I kept thinking "This might not be real, and I can just fly off here and die"), and start staring at the graffiti on the wall. It's a bunch of Leftover Crack lyrics, a ska-crusty band.
At the point, the concrete is swirling into lava, people's faces are starting to look like monsters, and I have the rather uncomfortable feeling that I'm about to be attacked.
Pretty much started looking exactly like this
I go with my friends to their friends room, and they're talking about girls, which brings in a rather nervous vibe to the room. Theres a naked guy wandering around outside the room, which isn't so weird for this place, but at the time I was getting some whacky vibes from him.
I swear to god it was this guy. Don't click if you don't want to see nakedness!
I'm kicking back and trying to "be cool", but it is just NOT happening. I start getting really bad vibes coming out of people, which start choking me. I dash out of the room, not knowing CZ very well at the time, and get lost in a dark, multi-colored, hell hole.
Picture of how CZ looks when its dark. You definitely need a guy like this to help lead you out.
My friends calm me down, and take me back to Cloyne. I'm full on tripping face by now, and have no idea what is happening. I go in through the downstairs entrance, and pretty much get locked in the bathroom area
Yes, this bathroom. Yes it was scary.
Eventually I wander back upstairs after someone leads me to "safety".However, at the time I didn't know that Cloyne was covered in acid paintings; paintings which mean nothing to you when you're sober, but when you're on acid they practically talk to you. Here are some examples:
Great. Now the walls are screaming at me!
I get stuck looking at the paintings on the wall, and I am absolutely horrified. There are some pretty graphic paintings on the wall, made by drunk, depressed people who pour out their soul on it. Others are made by people tripping just as hard as I am, who write incredible poetry that suck me into them.
I keep reading the really depressing drunk stuff, like some of the things you see above, over and over again. I can't get it out of my mind! I run outside, where time dilation starts to get really bad; I felt like I wandered for hours, when really it was probably only 20 minutes maximum. The whole of the backyard becomes a giant forest, and as I walk down the path it stretches before me; for every step I take it grows that much.
Yep, I thought this was a forest.
At this point a helicopter flies over the building, shining its light. Its looking for me, just for the crime of being a horrible person, for not helping people more in my life. All those writings on the wall were talking directly to me, begging me to help them, and I did nothing!
Eventually my friend let me back in, and I tried desperately to fall asleep on his couch. I could hear gunshots, screaming, helicopters outside. Footsteps running down the street, people fighting and scuffling. The walls were melting, and the curtains were like water colors flowing down the wall. I wandered outside, desperate for fresh air, but got lost. Every room was a portal to a new dimension, and if I didn't go in and out of the rooms the exact way I came I'd never come back!
The portals
Eventually my friends found me and brought me back to their room again. But since we didn't go through the correct sequence of doors I had gone through, I knew I wasn't in the right room. These weren't my friends! These were fakes! They were alien scientists, experimenting on me with a new super drug to see how humans react when they're exposed to just how insignificant and petty they are! Look at him squirm on the couch! Yes doctor, I'll be right back, going to report back to base about this new development. We'll break this human soon enough, and figure out his deepest darkest secrets!
I lay on the couch while trying to close my eyes to stop the hallucinations. The close eye visuals were even more vivid; I began feeling like I was transforming into Buddha, Jesus, the Dalai Lama, then turning into nothingness. I had to save mankind by becoming a better person! Only I could do it! But it was too much weight, and my small petty soul was overcome with the burden. I began feeling incredibly sick and frightened.
Then thankfully, one of my friends gave me the secret to stopping any bad trip: a couple pills of Xanax. I took them thankfully, gulped them down. As they began to work I had a better sense of balance. Now was my chance to escape these mad scientists!
I headed out of Cloyne, through campus. The buildings were all on fire, like a Greek hell, with each of the buildings holding an infinite reserve of books of forbidden knowledge.
Imagine this on fire, with zombies everywhere
Eventually I made it halfway through campus, when the helicopter I had saw earlier found me! A sickly green light shined down on me and began talking in a language I didn't understand! All the leaves blew away as the blades of the helicopter scattered them, and I desperately crouched on the ground with my hands over my head, waiting for it to go away. Thankfully it did after yelling at me for a couple minutes.
I tried checking my phone, but as I looked at it it began to melt in my hand, while the time began running backwards. Damn it, looks like I'm in a bit of a pickle here, phone melted.
The homeless people on the street looked like zombies, and I quickly realized I had stepped into a zombie apocalypse. I quickly rushed home (I didn't yet live at Cloyne) on the other side of campus, careful to not let the zombies notice I was human. I found a stick and carried it with me for protection, then I went into the laundry room, stole someone's clothes (for "armor"), and hunkered down at my window guarding for zombies. After a while, the zombies ceased appearing as much; they must be hiding from the sun that is soon to rise, time to return the armor I found.
As I passed by a group of asian girls leaving for wherever, I started to wonder what exactly was real and what wasn't. If these girls weren't real, I could rip off my clothes and have the greatest imaginary orgy ever, with no consequences. If they were real, I'd be hauled off to jail. THANKFULLY, I took it slow. I asked one of them if I could use their computer, and they let me. I used it to get on Facebook, talk to one of my friends I had left at Cloyne, who asked me "Where the hell did you go?!", and I preceded to ramble at them incoherently about helicopters and zombies. I wandered back, thankfully without going for the greatest (not imaginary) orgy ever, and had a cigarette with my friends on the steps. An eventful night indeed.
I'll post up my experiences, which are a lot better, with other psychedelics later. How about you guys? Do you have any experience you would like to share?
I'm going to try to detail some of my experiences with psychedelics. Since I've had over a dozen, maybe over two dozen trips, over a couple years, it's difficult for me to remember the details.
2ce: This was one of my worst drug experience I've ever had. After ingesting about 30 mg I felt nothing for about two hours. After about two hours I began seeing spinning multi-colored discs on the wall, and began to feel like I was being sucked into the couch. I began to feel a bit nervous, but tried to ignore it as I went out with friends to visit people I didn't know at CZ.
When I got into CZ, they were having a really wild party. There were a ton of girls stripping off their clothes, while they played this constant screeching noise on the stereo, full blast.

Immediately I started to feel woozy. The same feeling of being sucked into the couch was not leaving me, and I really had to sit down. I sit down on a couch outside on the balcony (which was the worst idea ever. I kept thinking "This might not be real, and I can just fly off here and die"), and start staring at the graffiti on the wall. It's a bunch of Leftover Crack lyrics, a ska-crusty band.
At the point, the concrete is swirling into lava, people's faces are starting to look like monsters, and I have the rather uncomfortable feeling that I'm about to be attacked.

I go with my friends to their friends room, and they're talking about girls, which brings in a rather nervous vibe to the room. Theres a naked guy wandering around outside the room, which isn't so weird for this place, but at the time I was getting some whacky vibes from him.

I'm kicking back and trying to "be cool", but it is just NOT happening. I start getting really bad vibes coming out of people, which start choking me. I dash out of the room, not knowing CZ very well at the time, and get lost in a dark, multi-colored, hell hole.

Picture of how CZ looks when its dark. You definitely need a guy like this to help lead you out.
My friends calm me down, and take me back to Cloyne. I'm full on tripping face by now, and have no idea what is happening. I go in through the downstairs entrance, and pretty much get locked in the bathroom area
Eventually I wander back upstairs after someone leads me to "safety".However, at the time I didn't know that Cloyne was covered in acid paintings; paintings which mean nothing to you when you're sober, but when you're on acid they practically talk to you. Here are some examples:



I get stuck looking at the paintings on the wall, and I am absolutely horrified. There are some pretty graphic paintings on the wall, made by drunk, depressed people who pour out their soul on it. Others are made by people tripping just as hard as I am, who write incredible poetry that suck me into them.
I keep reading the really depressing drunk stuff, like some of the things you see above, over and over again. I can't get it out of my mind! I run outside, where time dilation starts to get really bad; I felt like I wandered for hours, when really it was probably only 20 minutes maximum. The whole of the backyard becomes a giant forest, and as I walk down the path it stretches before me; for every step I take it grows that much.

At this point a helicopter flies over the building, shining its light. Its looking for me, just for the crime of being a horrible person, for not helping people more in my life. All those writings on the wall were talking directly to me, begging me to help them, and I did nothing!
Eventually my friend let me back in, and I tried desperately to fall asleep on his couch. I could hear gunshots, screaming, helicopters outside. Footsteps running down the street, people fighting and scuffling. The walls were melting, and the curtains were like water colors flowing down the wall. I wandered outside, desperate for fresh air, but got lost. Every room was a portal to a new dimension, and if I didn't go in and out of the rooms the exact way I came I'd never come back!

Eventually my friends found me and brought me back to their room again. But since we didn't go through the correct sequence of doors I had gone through, I knew I wasn't in the right room. These weren't my friends! These were fakes! They were alien scientists, experimenting on me with a new super drug to see how humans react when they're exposed to just how insignificant and petty they are! Look at him squirm on the couch! Yes doctor, I'll be right back, going to report back to base about this new development. We'll break this human soon enough, and figure out his deepest darkest secrets!
I lay on the couch while trying to close my eyes to stop the hallucinations. The close eye visuals were even more vivid; I began feeling like I was transforming into Buddha, Jesus, the Dalai Lama, then turning into nothingness. I had to save mankind by becoming a better person! Only I could do it! But it was too much weight, and my small petty soul was overcome with the burden. I began feeling incredibly sick and frightened.
Then thankfully, one of my friends gave me the secret to stopping any bad trip: a couple pills of Xanax. I took them thankfully, gulped them down. As they began to work I had a better sense of balance. Now was my chance to escape these mad scientists!
I headed out of Cloyne, through campus. The buildings were all on fire, like a Greek hell, with each of the buildings holding an infinite reserve of books of forbidden knowledge.

Eventually I made it halfway through campus, when the helicopter I had saw earlier found me! A sickly green light shined down on me and began talking in a language I didn't understand! All the leaves blew away as the blades of the helicopter scattered them, and I desperately crouched on the ground with my hands over my head, waiting for it to go away. Thankfully it did after yelling at me for a couple minutes.
I tried checking my phone, but as I looked at it it began to melt in my hand, while the time began running backwards. Damn it, looks like I'm in a bit of a pickle here, phone melted.
The homeless people on the street looked like zombies, and I quickly realized I had stepped into a zombie apocalypse. I quickly rushed home (I didn't yet live at Cloyne) on the other side of campus, careful to not let the zombies notice I was human. I found a stick and carried it with me for protection, then I went into the laundry room, stole someone's clothes (for "armor"), and hunkered down at my window guarding for zombies. After a while, the zombies ceased appearing as much; they must be hiding from the sun that is soon to rise, time to return the armor I found.
As I passed by a group of asian girls leaving for wherever, I started to wonder what exactly was real and what wasn't. If these girls weren't real, I could rip off my clothes and have the greatest imaginary orgy ever, with no consequences. If they were real, I'd be hauled off to jail. THANKFULLY, I took it slow. I asked one of them if I could use their computer, and they let me. I used it to get on Facebook, talk to one of my friends I had left at Cloyne, who asked me "Where the hell did you go?!", and I preceded to ramble at them incoherently about helicopters and zombies. I wandered back, thankfully without going for the greatest (not imaginary) orgy ever, and had a cigarette with my friends on the steps. An eventful night indeed.
I'll post up my experiences, which are a lot better, with other psychedelics later. How about you guys? Do you have any experience you would like to share?