Citation: Dazz. "A Moment of Pure Perfection: An Experience with 1P-LSD (exp109564)". Erowid.org. Nov 26, 2016. erowid.org/exp/109564
The term "acid" has been used as a common name for d-LSD since the 1960s. Although confusion associated with newer psychoactive substances has lead some people to use the term "acid" to refer to anything LSD-like or anything psychedelic on blotter or sold in drops, we believe this represents an error and not a useful evolution in language.]
Okay, today was the day I would take acid again! For some months now, I had the idea that this day would come. I had bought some tabs from a friend the week earlier, and it was today that they were in my hands. I got up quite early in the day, being quite excited to arrive a certain package of acid in the post. I resolved myself to taking two, as occasionally in the past I had been known to take two, then take another, then another... and so on, but I resigned myself this time to two tabs in order to test what just a couple were capable of. I ate something light for breakfast, then proceeded to pack what I would need for a short coastal jaunt around this lovely island of which I am now settled upon.
A couple of apples, my headphones, and myself. I walked to this bit of the beach I have created, a small altar of rocks in the shape of a crab, which I have dedicated to the 'Crab God', a higher entity that I had 'created' in the months previous. As a tractor rumbled in the distant field, I muttered a prayer to the crab god, took two and then went off onto the journey. I was quite slowly ambling up the path, tossing over the odd stone here or there and testing whether I was seeing any visuals or not. Unmistakably, after 20 or 30 minutes or so, I began to see the light shimmering in the hills, the music sharpening. I knew then that this would be a trip which I could add with the other amazing ones.
As I slowly creeped my way up the coast, the visuals really started to increase. What began in a kind of emboldening of everything, then became amorphous. With every step I took, it seemed as though the trip was becoming more and more powerful. I sat at a high point to smoke a cigarette and take everything in, it was amazing. To say the word amazing is really to do it no justice, but ahead of me there seemed to be an orchestra of merging forms. I seen these very strange skeletal alien lizard things in the seaweed that had been washed ashore and dried, they seemed to be climbing on top of one another over and over again in a continuous visual loop. The music I was listening to was unbelievably amazing to hear, though it's very hard to explain what I was hearing in words. I suppose it was nothing more than achieving perfection.
At a point, I decided to take off my headphones and look ahead to the ocean. Around me was the full gloriousness of my natural surroundings, but accentuated.
Around me was the full gloriousness of my natural surroundings, but accentuated.
When I closed my eyes, I seen a pantheon of gods. I seen the kind of Hindu archetypes, the Buddha, and more quite alien forms. They all seemed to be reaching in to me, as if to pull me somewhere else. I held out my hands for them to grasp, but sadly they couldn't quite take me to their infinite astral realms. Hilariously, as I smoked a cigarette, in seeing that they were holding their hands towards me, I would pass them my cigarette as if they were asking for it. I would then realise the absurdity of a higher dimensional being asking for my cigarette, and laugh. In my closed eyes they began to push out with both their hands, like a forcing of energy out of their lungs. I opened my eyes and the hills ahead of me seemed to be busting apart with some colossal volcanic force. At the edge of the hill, I seen a Buddha in the clouds flowing in and out of existence, pushing away at the earth. I looked down at the waves, and everything equated to a wonderful show nature was putting on that was just for me. I seen these almost bear like forms lying on their backs beginning to manifest in the ocean, thousands of them all mauling at the waves. Everywhere there seemed to be a spout of water shooting forth into the sky, and when I turned around to a different view of the horizon, I seen these two mechanical cloud generating factories. I could almost hear them chugging along, and seen that they were spraying amazing fractal clouds into the heavens - filling up that side of the world.
Absolutely humbled by the infinitely beautiful experience, I then went through a book of paintings I own which consists of pieces from the Royal Scottish collection. In it there are many amazing pieces of art, which I flicked through, finding elaborate beauty in them all. In one, where a lake had been painted, it seemed as if it was now made of a shimmering and multicoloured metal, like psychedelic mercury. There was another of an ice skating minister which was hilarious in itself, but also very beautiful. On one scene of Edinburgh castle, I noticed that all the trees in the photograph looked like hilarious fractal cobs, like corncobs. I went to change the song on my phone and gazed upon the picture of my girlfriend I have as a wallpaper. I looked into her eyes, and thought to myself, 'Do you love her?'. The answer was a resounding yes, I couldn't think of life without her. I was enraptured with the thought of her, and was very grateful that she was coming up to visit me soon.
I checked the watch and it had been about 3 hours since I had taken the acid. I was both amazed that so much time had passed, and also pretty sure that more time had passed. The sun also seemed to change my whole surroundings very sepia toned. I kept thinking that this is evening colours, though it was only two o clock at the time. Everything had a kind of orangy, burnt toast vibe to it. Looking back on photographs I took of the trip at this time, I realised that the orange tone was completely part of the trip and that it would have been, to the normal non acid taking man, quite normal. It was a spectacular day today, and I set to once again going back down the coast, but this way in the direction of home.
I stopped for a while and noticed that the tide was beginning to come in. I sat very close to the ocean and pushed my hands against the stone. I remember the lovely hard texture of the hard tiny shells of the lifeforms that called that rock home. Then the tide washed over my fingers and it was unbelievably pleasurable. I washed the seawater over my face, and it was here that I experienced the perfect moment of which I shall always try to remember. It's hard to explain, but as I was there with my fingers feeling the cold water wash over them, I looked out into the ocean and everything was for a few moments what I can only describe as pure perfection. When they say that the planets aligned, this was how I felt at that moment, as if I was aligned to every single thing in the universe. As I listened, all around me there was the washing of water over the stones, a crispy sound as the foamy bubbles stretched across the stone, the music of nature. I was grinning madly as this was happening, unbelieving that such a state of existence could happen. Still, I was quite understanding of it, because the infinite beauty of the ocean and the hills around it were almost teaching me.
After this moment, I danced down the coast back to my home. The visuals were still very strong, fluid arcs of colour twisting their way through the waves. As I looked down, I was again haunted by these strange dying skeletal lizard beasts that were clamouring over each other. One seemed to lock into the one ahead of it, and the one to its side. They weren't off putting, just very strange. I was seeing them as I walked all the way home, in every piece of vegetation that littered the coast. With everything bathed in this sublime orange tone, I looked across finally to the ocean and gave my humble and sincere thanks to it. I realised that something my sister says was probably true, how we should all worship water instead of anything else because it's the only thing that is truly important. I really did feel it then, and I gave my thanks to the watery soul of nature ahead of me, though on realising that I was just a part of it's infinite watery splendour, I laughed.
Returning home around 5 hours after taking the acid, I was welcomed to the site of my hammock and an apple. I remembered all about an apple that ate hours ago on that high point, and it was the most sublime apple I had ever tasted. Every single molecule of it tasted wonderful, the crisp juiciness of it and the explosive flavour. The apple I ate now was very good, though maybe not just quite as sublime as it was before in the peak of the trip. I thought that I was quite peckish then, so I cooked myself up a pork chop and a small tin of spiced beans which tasted wonderful. There are a lot of joys in this world, and feeling real hunger and satisfying it post peak is one of them. As I lay on my hammock, I began to get quite horny thoughts about my girlfriend. What had never occurred to me before on a trip now occurred... and I went and had an almost unbelievably great wank that felt totally hedonistic and great and I loved it.
Afterwards, I stuck on an episode of Rick and Morty, the one with the splitting into different quantum realities. The sound had a very delayed, phased and staggered edge to it, and the visuals were very metallic and bold. The trip was noticeably beginning to dissipate now, though still maintaining the fractal nature of things. It probably would, until the time when night and sleep came to wash away the trip and leave me back in normality.
All in all, one of the most wonderful trips I've ever had. Seeing wisps of the divine, the unbelievable beauty in the ocean. I'm so very glad that it was one of the most beautiful days we've had in weeks up here, and I must always make sure to make the best of these days when they come. I come out of it with a lasting feeling of happiness, thoughts of my beautiful girlfriend and the affirmation that I truly do love her, and that brief but tantalising moment of perfection which I will undoubtedly remember until my dying day.
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