Trip report As I ascend to the plateau of my experience it is not my mental that brings me worry, but my breathing. It feels slow and labored, but at this point there is naught to be done for me should it prove dangerous. I can feel the sweet, warm embrace enveloping my psyche as i type. With each character I am ascending further out of myself and into the psychological world, with each sentence my mind opened yet farther. My experience with lysergic acid is limited-- but wonderful. Every time it has opened up new neural doorways for me and given me all the more reason to venture back into this cursed "acid land". Despite this fact, i found myself becoming increasingly nervous although significantly less so now that I remember that I have marijuana. Ah yes, the lovely mother of all psychedelics. You could have never ventured outside the confines of your own ego and you'll have experienced weed at some point. All the literature i can get my hands on says its a catalyst for the trip, but in my experience I find the opposite to be true. Of course this is in responsible dose. Dosage is the true killer. Dosage is what determines whether you will be a weekend enjoyer or a drug crazed lunatic counting the seconds until your next dose. I must shamefully admit that I have been both. I find a truly balanced dose of anything is one who's absence goes unnoticed, one which heightens the mood, but doesnt overshadow it. Marijuana is a powerful teacher if you have the time for a lesson. I have been attending that class for several years now and I feel that despite the cognitive strain, it has shown me a great deal about the world of psychedelics in particular.
Am I a psychotic lunatic in the depths of a horrible drug frenzy, or am I simply searching for more clarity in this murky world? Am I a teenager chasing a nonsensical explanation of that which has none, or am I a psychedelic voyager in the midst of a breakthrough? Should I call an ambulance or take another tab? Should I call my ex? These are the questions that the horror compound lysergic acid diethlymide drags up from the cold dead quagmire of your mind. And the worst part is that until its over, You will not know. This perpetual state of wondering is the true experience of the trip as such i am attempting to document it accurately as I can. Even in my own words I can see the necessity for balance-- i describe it as a warm embrace, but also a horrifying chemical. Does this speak to the duality of all in the world? Perhaps, but that is a question for later.
Being too nervous over psychedelic compounds will lead to a limited understanding of your own consciousness, however an overzealous appreciation can shred that consciousness apart. There is a fine line between complete understanding and utter destruction of the human psyche. I plan to try to identify this line and walk as close to it as I can to it- in an attempt to give the sober mind a glimpse behind the veil.
Now come the visuals. Theyre setting on slowly, but I am well aware of what's in store. The walls slowly and rhythmically dance around me to the rhythmic beat of pink Floyd's masterpiece 'let there be more light.'
I will upload a reflection once im sober