Citation: One Inner Light. "Poor Judgment Unexpected Visions: An Experience with LSD & Cannabis (exp110623)". Erowid.org. Jul 31, 2019. erowid.org/exp/110623
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I had a very challenging trip about 6 months ago. It was probably my 100th time taking LSD, and with long-time friends/trippers. The acid came on very strongly, it was a new batch we had not tried yet, and I had foolishly taken 2.5 blotters expecting them to be medium strength. Once the acid set in I began to experience increasingly confusing perceptions of the current situation.
Within about an hour of the effects starting I had completely lost it. I can briefly remember rambling on about following your feelings and doing what makes you happy. Then I had the sensation that some cosmic force was speaking to me directly. My friends were on the same dose but it didn't seem to be completely mindfucking them like myself. They were becoming more and more concerned for me and this was confusing to me, because in my state I believed I was making perfect sense.
I believed I was making perfect sense.
At some point, an inner dialogue began between myself and a cosmic force. I visualized the universe reaching a turning point, where all beings would have instilled in them the seed of compassion and unity, and the mental imagery of this dialogue involved a dragon coiled around a shiny white egg, and the dragon uncoiled, and the egg hatched.
After witnessing the egg hatch in my mind's eye, I flipped a switch. I leaped up from the floor and looked around at everyone, laughing/crying. I pointed and told them 'We're getting out of this mother fucker!!!' Then I ran around the room, having the sensation that I was just a spirit, and could pass through objects. I was walking through the wall and in to the bathroom. At one point I floated downstairs without using the steps at all. Later my friends told me I had ran into the wall, then ran down the stairs, jumping down 16 stairs in 4 big steps.
Downstairs is where my memory blacks out. Apparently I ran straight out of the house. I came to in an unfamiliar neighborhood, I was on someone's porch sitting on their steps, bleeding from my foot. It was here that I somewhat realized that I was completely lost. Very shortly after (in the same couple minutes) I began another inner dialogue with that same cosmic force that basically said, 'God is you, you are god. You're the only being in the entire cosmos. The job of God is so lonely. God stretches into infinitudes of form, seemingly becoming multiple entities, but in truth, there is only One.'
Then my memory was gone again, only to return a few moments later as I knocked on the stranger's door. He came to the door, very late at night, and immediately noticed my bleeding foot. He asked if I was okay and this jarred me back to reality just enough and I said that I had just had a terrible dream. Then he realized I was on drugs. He became angry and said 'Who's gonna clean up all this blood off my porch'. I somehow managed to apologize and walk away, although I quickly forgot the situation and sat back down on his porch.
To make a longer story short, I wandered this neighborhood for 3 hours completely lost until the sun came up and even then I couldn't recognize anything familiar. A cop had to take me home after one of the residents called to report a suspicious man walking around. I told him I had gotten really drunk and wandered off.
I ended up with frostbite on both feet and really damaged my personal relationships with my friends. Psychedelics are powerful. Please don't mess around folks. There are so many exciting ways to expand your mind sober. Tibetan singing bowls are a favorite of mine. That space of complete emptiness and bliss that came to define the psychedelic experience for me can be found through entrancement via sound waves. Be kind, be smart, take your time in getting wise. It seems there are few shortcuts.
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