Was interested in other ppls psychedelic experiences but some foot slut derailed the thread so gonna attempt another...

What drug and what dose

I’m not letting this thread die

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>22 at the time
>Tried weed, molly, lsd, shrooms, xans, opiates, etc
>Friend tells me about dxm
>Steal bottles of Delsym from Walmart
>Chug it in the bathroom
>Forgot I had to go to a lecture
>Pretty much brain dead sitting in the first row of class
>It feels like I'm looking at everything through a fish bowl
>Whenever I took a step it felt like I was 5 paces behind my body

user no judgement but why tf would you trip at school.

I’ve been drunk high and coked out but never tripping. I actually have nightmares about that scenario.

>forgot
I would’ve just skipped

Shrooms also gave me the motivation to lose weight.

Be honest anons, 1-10 how fat am I? Lost 20 lbs this year

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Motivation came from me staring and playing with my fat for hours lol. Skin is weird

I was just living a life where I was down for just about anything whenever. Not too proud of it, but what's done is done lol

Drugs are bad, faggets! Go clean your rooms!

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once i ordered dpt, which turns out really isnt all that similar to dmt.
one time... you know the emotions you feel when you complete something epic, like graduating, or climbing a mountain... i got that same feeling from going down to the dorm lobby and buying a soda. still have the emotions linked to that years later.
the other time i injected dpt, i just hid under my covers experiencing the worst fear of my life. absolute terror. of nothing in particular; just terrified. didnt feel like something was coming to get me, didn't feel like something was wrong inside me, didn't even have any visual distortions apart from colors running over everything. was just scared as fuck.
stick to dmt.

Interesting user.

Crazy how triggers work. Gun cleaner makes me crave coke bc id always fail some fat lines then clean guns

cant even imagine tripping in class either.
first time i ever tried heroin (was already using oxy tho) was right before a lecture (it was in the mail which just came, sure as shit wasn't waiting til after class, was too excited to finally get it, since it was nonexistent then where i was). in a valiant struggle to not nod off, my head was literally dropping every couple seconds, the professor was eyeballing me hard.
tripping? shit.

Never tried heroin. Is it like percs? Always wanted to try but don’t wanna buy cut shit and don’t wanna order off the onion

Were you other highs as good as your first?
Did you get cravings?
Have any problem stopping?
Feel hungover the day after?

Not really a psychedelics experience but I did trip balls from this crazy drug interaction.

>be me
>be 18
>start getting migraines randomly
>gets so bad I can’t function
>start going to doctors
>neurologist gives me a slough of test, synapse, other scans and shit I don’t really remember
>gives me script for amitriptyline (a beta blocker) and topamax (experimental epilepsy drug at the time)
>start taking pills
>days start fading together
>no change in headaches
>just start appearing places like randomly I’m at work then suddenly I’m at home
>one day migraine comes on at work
>suddenly I’m home
>gf watching me worriedly as I take night dose
>migraine hits limit of what I can take
>take a Vicodin no change
>decide weed is good idea
> feel better after first hit
> take second hit and shit hits the fan
>living room goes warp speed and leaves me behind in blackness
>room suddenly repopulated itself one item at a time
>houstonwehaveaproblem.wav
>Start screaming IM DYING at the top of my lungs
>world starts going crazy tv and other objects are all talking to me
>punch out tv
>voices in head start yelling YOU FUCKING RETARD YOU KILLED YOURSELF
>start punching myself in the face as hard as I can still screaming “I’m dying”
>black out
> out of body experience see myself lying on floor gf trying to revive me

Moar?

Omegle is still a thing???

I'll take shit that never happened for $300

user I think you should stop taking those pills and just micro dose psilocybin. Lotta people get migraine relief from it.

uncut coke smells strongly of kerosene. triggers me too. had a massive IV coke habit for a while. one time i thought i was already about to have a stroke, but shot half a gram, snorted 5 lines, and fell asleep in under 10 minutes because i had already been blowing through an ounce over the past few days. but that's nothing like that bizarre other emotional/memory connection made on that dpt trip...

yeah it's really not that much different from other opiates. difference is subtle.

nothing is ever as good as the first time, no matter how hard you chase it, and good god did i waste a shit ton of money trying.

first time i did coke, i went from being so completely unable to talk in social situations everyone thought i was really creepy to being a normal person.
first time with opiates, took 40mg of oxy and alternated between waves of pleasure and nausea. i'm still addicted 16 years later, because they also let me act like a normal person, having friends and relationships, without the extreme side effects of extended coke use. at once point when doctor shopping was a thing, i had limitless oxy access and shot 2400mg in 8 hours just trying to get a nod going.

>16 years of addiction
Don’t become another statistic user. Get your life together. Don’t let a fucking chemical control you.

Good luck user and God speed.

God id kill for some good quality coke right now. Haven’t skiid in 5 months

Shrooms
>went the mammoth mountain
>we all took shrooms
>we’re there for the presides meteor shower
>started to kick in during sunset could see color in gradient bars
>by night tripping a bit more, few more people just went to sleep
>for some reason my sister in law was down to re shroom
>around 1AM shrooms hit hard
>each meteor left a sparkling trail almost like is was raining down
>shit was magical
>around 3 am started coming down
Nice bonus was I ended up getting to fuck my SiL that night, that’s the one and only time I’ve done shroom.

in case you missed the reason i keep using, i'm incapable of acting like a normal human without them. i'd rather be dead than be that person again. before trying hard drugs, i had tried everything, from therapy, to benzos, ssris, wellbutrin, then alcohol, weed. nothing helped me socialize normally. but opiates and stimulants do (they're active in the same system despite the opposite effects, although coke, meth, and others, don't actually have the opposite effect on me, they're calming)
but it's not the 2000s anymore; i only have access to a limited amount, a few hundred a week on h. my tolerance is high enough that OD is basically impossible, since i don't ever combine with anything else anymore (stopped drinking ever after college, stopped everything else 10 years ago)

Fuck you. Part 2.

>have weird experience like life flashing before eyes kind of thing mostly visual jibberish
>come to place is a wreck broken shit everywhere
>EMTs come asking if I’m alright
>I’m in fucking dreamland thinking I’m gonna wake up in a sec
>they start hooking up heart monitor and IV
>EMTs tell gf to call my mom
>I realize shit has now gotten real and this ain’t a dream
>parents are super strict about drugs
>heart monitor is on HR of 202 and climbing
>EMTs say we gotta go now
>spend night in hospital getting EKGs and fluids to push the shit out
>next morning HR finally below 100
>get home stop taking the pills
>get drilled by parents for almost dying because of drugs
GF later told me her side of the story after shit went crazy for me.
>I start screaming “I’m dying” but it quickly devolved into jibberish.
>Then while screaming I started hitting myself in the face and running around breaking shit.
>It all climaxed with me running and trying to jump through a space heater hitting the floor and having a seizure

>Turns out a few months later my eyes are fucked and I need glasses. >Migraines go away.
>almost died because needed glasses

>Got a gram of Saliva (Blueberry), smoked it in a pipe, 1 hit.. nothing happening, 2nd hit.. 3rd hit, then i went over too the Water bong and smoked almost an entire gram.
>Suddenly after taking that MASSIVE hit, i lose all motor control and try to speak/talk but only mumbles and groans came out.
>I'm hearing explosions and loud shit, unable to move or do anything.
>My reality begins to shift a bit and i feel an presence of PURE EVIL watching me.
>I run down a corridor that is only getting longer with a tabletop at the end of it.. I could feel some sense of peace and calmness if i could just reach that tabletop.
>Eventually i reach it, but it feels like something is trying to pull me off with ungodly strength, i'm practically hanging onto the damn thing for dear life.
>Then my reality completely breaks, i get stuck on a mind loop for what felt like HOURS.
>I get transported into another universe of nothing but space.
>Suddenly a MASSIVE, as big as the universe Being appears before me.. PURE evil and malice, even more than before, it had a dark purple outline of a humanoid and a dark purple black hole in the middle of it's chest.
>It announced it was Satan and that i had committed many Sins and bad decisions in my life and that i was to be punished for my wrong doings.
>I was sucked into that black hole, where i appeared into a vast ocean of pure darkness, crying and scared and the worst feeling of guilt ever in my life.
>I was trapped in that prison for what felt like a week or a month.. or maybe even a year or more.
>Finally fell asleep after being up for that long in the prison and suddenly snapped out of it and ported back to reality. Completely physically, emotionally and spiritually drained.

user I’d rather talk to someone socially awkward than someone depending on drugs to try to be “normal”

And you will be dead in the next 10-20 years having so much opiates in your system, it’s destroying your organs and withdrawal will show prove it. Trust me I’ve been there.

I get the socially awkward thing and wanted to cure it. I’m diagnosed ass burgers but I grew out of it. Psychedelics helped make it worse, but I got over it again.

Get over it user. Don’t be mr oxy’s bitch.

Complete and total bullshit. EMT's don't have heart monitors. Paramedics do

Hey guys :3

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You went to the void too? For me it was a cold dark lake. I was just floating and suspended in freezing water. Satan said I’m in limbo and will live here forever for my sins. In the lake I saw myself reliving my mistakes. Absolute hell.

Interesting story user.

I dropped acid and spent the entire day watching the menu screen of netflix, while listening to the Doors. Mr Mojo kept rising out of my closet

you look good man. seriously

Arent my feet better than this thread? Lets talk about my feet lol

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well that makes one person who would
it's not "normal" it's normal, nobody has a clue i'm even on anything unless i tell them. i tell good friends after a while, they're always shocked.

and no, i won't be dead, opiates themselves don't cause major organ damage. pain patients take them for multiple decades all the time. i don't take any other substances anymore, and just maintain.

However you wanna justify it user. Who am I to tell you how to live your life.

Soo...he was behind of that...

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Same difference for a stories you faggot

>Reddit spacing
>Complete bullshit story
Checks out

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entitled to opinions not facts. claiming serious organ damage from opiate use is false. it can cause often subclinical renal function decline that's not permanent even long term, but otherwise healthy people face no long term risk from the biological effects of the drug itself.
but yeah, opinion wise, if you want to tell someone whose life is stable and normal to go back to unstable and miserable, just for some moral obligation to not let a medication you need 'control' you (like insulin controls diabetics right), can take that attitude elsewhere.
the benefits *far* outweigh the drawbacks when you're long-term stable and not using anything else

>stable
>addicted
Lol ok user.

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what else do you call never missing work because of drugs, or not paying bills because of drugs, never ODing, for over a decade?
explain one way my life differs because i'm not legally prescribed them anymore (and when i was, it was for much more than i take now)

>not od’ing for a decade
Congrats, I present you the worlds most responsible junkie award.

If you’re comfortable knowing you can’t function without drugs knock yourself out user. Nod away

i've never actually OD'd; just that before 10 years ago i was partying and taking other drugs too. now i don't. don't take enough to nod off anymore either.
and i'm as fine with it as any other prescribed medication.
but yeah, i *can't* function without the drugs, that's why i take them.

I was just waking up when the front tyre went. At the same time a horse appeared, the headlights blew and the horizon came through the windshield. I kissed Ertha Kitt and left the road like a jumbo jet diving into a swamp. Some time later I regained a level of consciousness more ugly than the one I just left. I'd seen some strange movies on the insides of my eyelids again and now I was wide awake.

But I couldn't be sure.

Do you realise that Bob Menzies now knows what really happened to Harold Holt?

There are a lot of answers to question. If travel really broadened the mind then why sent astronauts into outer space, when for half the price they could send heads of state into innerspace. It just didn't make sense. Millions of years ago when Man fir st crawled out of the sea

Was he wearing a bathing suit?

There are a lot of answers to question.

It was the radio.

It didn't make sense.

Blue fashes shot out of the radio as I fishtailed out of the creek, clawed through the lantana and gripped back onto the Bruce: heading South and driving all night; Brisbane to Sydney; travelling low and close to the sky; glancing up at palm tree silho uettes like giant swizzle-sticks in a Bjelki-Peterson cocktail. There ase many reasons for leaving Brisbane and no time like the present, on a trip that's being driven every night from Townsville to Tumut; Gindagai to Sirius; Rangoon to Grafton.

From one side of your face to the other (sfx riiiip!)

I folded the Shell roadmap into a twelve inch square, reducing the New South Wales coastline to a glance, and then lit up an Arnott's scotch finger biscuit. I placed the shock absorbers onto automatic pilot and took out my attache case containing the n ight driving brain that helped me see round corners, pink dots, across oceans, and down wombat holes.

When the night comes down your coller and the road starts coming up through your headlights familliar landscape suddenly isn't.

Beep boop

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Inside the car I'm making final adjustments to the viewing screen: a Holden windscreen where tonight's travel thriller is being shown at 70mph. Not so much "The Cars That Ate Paris"

or "The Jellyfish That Swallowed Coffs Harbour."

It was going to be a good trip. I pressed my foot against the rear-view screen.

It was the radio.

Ertha Kitt cooled off while the low spark of the high-heeled boys took the edge off Tweed Heads and the lights of Murwillumbah disappeared in the rear-view mirror. I made myself comfortable and a short time later saw Halleys Comet pass three times to t he East. Mount Warning flashed a message, and pretty soon I was in Rangoon trying to master the art of being powerless and completely stupid: the only way to travel.

Lapsing into a coma and running off the road had already proved too easy, so I placed one eye on the road, one in Rangoon, and the other on a box of Darrell Lea chocolates that I was quietly quaffing at the Rangoon Bowling Club, having just filled up w ith Total at Brunswick Heads.

The hills were alive with the sound of snorting truckies, and I was just begining to lay back and enjoy it, when I heard a noise like a Sunbeam Lady Shaver in reverse. I looked out to see some poor schizoid drive out of a creek and disappear backwards up the road. His laugh looked a lot like mine, but I knew it wasn't me. No one from Sydney can laugh that long.

It was the radio

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Yes they are. Show off those soles?

An all night pit stop loomed about fifty years up the road, but there was also somthing on the back seat; moving and curling; reaching out with long dark fingers ripping my throat, twisting my toes, and pounding my ears into the dash.

It was the radio.

The transendental masterbation unit on my shoulders began to show more interest in a floating Esso sign, so I drifted back from Rangoon in time to take milk with my coffee.

Where was I? Highway One. Hawaii Five-O. Is my port still on board? Was there a bomb on board? Was *I* on board?

Was I neurotic, or just low on gas? I couldn't be sure. I reached for the map, but never quite made it.

Where was I?

I couldn't be sure.

I reached for the map, but never quite made it.

But I couldn't be sure.

It just didn't make sense.

My eyes followed the curve in my neck, and in the back window I saw the Southern Cross neatly intercepted by the Grafton sign post. "Grafton?" I screamed twice: "Europe was never like this." Grafton and Rangoon don't mix, even with a limp. It might be a nice place for acid casualties to retire, but getting through Grafton at night is like chasing the min-min lights through the cross-roads of crediblity.

Luckily I was travelling with my cat as, every good traveller knows, cats contribute to the psycic kitty. Dogs are useful travelling companions when you want advanced waring of natural disasters, like volcanic eruptions, floating boat sheds, and second commings, but cats work the other way:

From the inside out.

I hit the radio. The hair on the back of my cat fell out. It was Harry Belefonte. I knew cats can't stand reggae: it confuses them. They mince around looking all egyptian, trying to walk sideways, but not really getting anywhere. I killed the radio and put the cat out.

>brief description of your drug use history
Pre-psychedelics I had only done weed.
>your age
28
>your psychedelic experience as detailed as you want
>Mushrooms
Finally got my hands on some mushrooms, stuck them in a blender with OJ bought some trail food and went to a lake.
Drank my magic OJ, effects are very quick, seems like the moon is jiggling.
Eat part of my sandwich, forget about it and it gets covered in bugs, its ok I have fruit snacks and bars.
Listen to Dark side of the moon.
Spend hours pacing saying "where did i go, i was here the whole time" and vocalizing the word "government"
Tried to merge with a tree overhanging the lake. just sat enjoying the sun. muttering "imma tree" to myself.
I think some people came by on a boat to check on me. They must have left i dont really recall.
getting Late and im still tripping. Try to pack up and leave but get distracted and start skipping rocks, by the time i stop its competely dark
I walked quite a ways from where people would be... fuck.
sprinting uphill while my phone still had batteries to flashlight, Scared but a bit high.
Eventually find my way back to car, but still high so i wait another hour to drive home.
Get back to apt, roomates look at me weird but dont ask.
One of the best days of my life.
>how it affected you.
I feel like i was more happy for a long while. I was(/am) depressed due to childhood things so it was nice. Probably about 3 months or so, I even became more confident. I credit it with getting me back into college
>does it still affect you
No it feels like it wore off after a bit. Though the memory is nice.
>do you regret it and will you try it again
No, one of the best days of my life.

I have 2 lsd stories too, moar?

Somewhere up above the murderous fog I could just make out the semi-monotonous drone of one of Her Majesty's Burmese warriors. It was Group Captain Sir Douglas Bader. The mightly legless flier was circling hopelessly, the motor of his sawn-off spitfire gurgling like a dijeridoo in mud, searching for the blacked out flying field where Burmese dope runners lay concealed by the paranoia in the air and the hash resin in their eyes. Hail Douglas in articulo mortis!

It was time to go over the top.

A month on the floor and I was ready for bed when the phone in my foot rang. It was the TAB, the RSL, the CSIRO, and the man from the psycadelicatessen all raving in poodle Spanish.

Take your own brains to the cleaners, Mohammed!

I screamed and locked the passenger side door. But worse, a leg was coming through the windshield. An arm appeared followed by a torso and finally a face. I recognised it instantly as Dr. Timothy Leary who was on the outside looking in.

"I'm the man most likely to discover imortality and good surf on the south side" he said. "Don't talk to ME about scizophrenia, Tim," I replied. "I'm still alive even as I write this." Rock and roll was dead as I tuned up the dial and hit the riff. The radio leapt off its death bed on the back seat,

Lazy russian

Interesting story. I understand the feeling connected to the trees and nature part. We are all one in a sense.

>2 lsd stories
Sure.

HEY HEY HEY!

The Rolling Stones twitching in the static,

That's what I say!

but the penetrating bounce of its signal couldn't cut the cryogenital state of Australian broadcasting so I flicked the switch and the dizzy monster slithered back into its speakerbox.

But what's all this got to do with Grafton?

About as much as 1978's got to do with Disneyland.

There must be some way out of here.

There must be some way out of here.

Where was I and When was it?

Where have all the dingos gone?

The full moon was piercing as I slammed into neutral and went for it.

It was 2am in Rangoon and early next week in Grafton. The full moon, and piercing. I slammed into neutral and went for it.

Where was I and when was it?

Where was I and when was it? Where have all the dingos gone? It was the age of spoof, and Australia's not on the map.

A cassette fell into place and Jimi Hendrix bent back the night.

After doing shrooms really wanted to try LSD, started working at a resturaunt and finally found a guy who was selling.
Shady teenager but he was Native Indian so i assumed he could get drugs because. Turns out he couldnt.
I found out later it probably wasnt real, I especially believe it since trying real LSD.
Bought it and got antsy about waiting to go into the woods so i took it while watching anime and doing laundry. (at new appartment with GF at the time, she wasn't there)
Didnt feel nearly as good as shrooms, felt sick but i still got a little up there.
Nauseous
Watched Kill La Kill for the first time tripping balls.
Best way to watch it.
Didn't finish folding laundry.

Second story cont...

Telling super cool weed bro at resturaunt about not great experience. This guy was great, gave everyone free weed all the time. He let me try wax, which was also fun.
He offers to find me real stuff which i pay for. he spends a week telling me about how the experience will be so i dont freak out.
I decide i want to go for a bike ride. So i get set up I was biking a lot at the time since i didnt have a car (work was 5 mi away lol)
I get my camelbak ready and clif bars, but also decide i want Pita Pit.
I take the tabs and wait 45+ mins so i should be on the way up by the time i go and get my food. I don't like being on any drugs around people but i feel like might be fun and they know me there.
Get to Pita Pit and its filled to the fucking brim with cops. Like 20. And i'm so fucking scared.
Want to turn and leave but think i'll look suspicious and am not sure how to react.
Things are beginning to get weirdlol ,I get the food and keep my head down.

Cont.. long story srry

>weed, acid a few times
>23

>take 2 tabs of acid when i was 18
>living with parents
>thought they were sleep so go to get a drink
>open door and lock eyes with dad
>almost at peak
>ohshitimfeelinit.mp3
>jarred me but carry on
>peak setting in, decided to go for it and smoke a joint
>go out on back porch, its december or january so its cold af
>smoke hits my lungs and suddenly everything has a rainbow finger print laid over it
>kinda weird but ok
>smoke a little more of the joint
>starting to get the fear
>sit on couch, try to play GTAV
>controlling the character is too real for me
>turn off xbox, south park is on
>the humor falls flat for me, don't really understand any of it
>decide to just go back to my room
>walk past my parents room
>lock eyes with my dad again
>final nail in the coffin
>think he fuckin knows im high
>sit at my chair as still as possible because everything sounds loud as fuck
>look at my IRC client
>i cant fucking read it
>i cant fucking read anything wtf
>lay on my bed
>every noise is like water pouring in my ears
>hear my voice playing backwards and forward in my head with strange music
>turn over face down into my pillow
>very vivid closed eye visuals of some kind of pink structure surrounded by clouds
>at one point, hold my hand out
>at the center is an orb
>it was knowledge or something, cant remember

didnt phase me after really, wasnt that strong of a dose so it was still pretty tame I think, but its the most vivde trip I've had. I'd do it again, but my dealer joined the army the next month so havent had a new acid source.

Feeling so free getting out of there. I bike to the park and look at the ducks.
Bike around a forest trail. Litterally biked untill the sidewalk stopped out of town.
Bikeing for hours Listening to Darren Korb (Bastion/Transistor OST) in and out of neighborhoods.
I tried to go to every place in the small city i grew up in that i remember as a child.
I had an odometer and i biked 20 miles that day, but i dont notice because LSD gives me unyelding stamina and cant feel the ache of getting tired.
Hadnt had to stop in like 4 hours. Need to stop because Im going through town and hit a stop light.
While i was moving i didn't notice how the borders between objects wave and wiggle.
Longest light of my life. I may have stayed for a few cycles because i was so distracted just looking around.
Biked to parents house to get more water on my quest to visit everywhere. and i hit a tack. Flat wheel
100ft from their house. Walk back but dont want to tell them im tripping balls for some reason.
Decide to walk home (2-3mi) carrying my bike. They offer a ride but i dont take it for some reason because im high.
Walk to apartment, and GF is there feel that i love her an unbearable amount. i hug her sweaty as hell for a long while until she asks me to stop.
I shower coming down and we go have dinner

Fucking wonderful day. I stopped working at resturaunts after that so i havent been able to do psychedelics since. I would really like to

Maybe you got nbomb’d the first time.

And your story sounds like a fun ass day. Did you ever have problems sleeping? I couldn’t sleep 18-32 hours after I trip

nbomb'd, whats that mean?

No, I don't recall ever having trouble sleeping after i came down so like... 12 hrs after taking it. Once I'm down i can sleep.

It was fun, I've never had a bad trip and Im usually just unweildingly happy when tripping but, i recall being not jubilant when i got nauseous.
I have had bad times on weed though where i start hating on myself and getting into a depression hole which has never happened with shrooms/LSD. I find this interesting since everybody was warning me about bad trips.

N-bome is a hallucinogenic kinda like lsd but more disphoric and it’s lethal. Gets sold as lsd a lot

oh ok, yeah sounds like that may have been it. The two felt very diffrent and I like what i thought was real a whole hell of a lot more.

I don't know if anyone is still in the thread or even interested, but I have a notepad doc somewhere that I wrote after a pretty heavy trip. It's a bit rambly and self indulgent but it's about a trip nonetheless.

That sounds interesting. please post.

I struggle to find a beginning to writing this down. I've never been one to write a journal, but I feel I need to get this out of me.
2 hits of LSD and a gram of weed were my precursor, and what followed was something that sits deep within the very fibre of my being.

I can't explain what I saw exactly, only what I felt.
As if we were all lost in some endless abyss, but the abyss was alive somehow. A consciousness that I couldn't make sense of, rationalise or escape.
And I had to consider the fact that I know nothing at all in comparison to the shared experiences of the history of mankind. Was what I seeing unique?
Was it something akin to the 'space-elves' that many DMT users report seeing, or was this somthing greater and beyond my comprehension?
My own experiences in life are completely subjective, how can I have any knowledge of another's true feelings, thoughts or even reality?
The only thing I knew was that I couldn't possibly know what I was seeing.

The idea that I and everyone I had ever known were nothing more than a manifestation or perhaps a halucination of a single great entity trying to come to terms with itself seemed reasonable.
Or was it some semblance of a shared consciousness? I had no idea, and I still don't.
I remember a phrase running through my head, so strong, like it was possessing me. Like the consciousness was trying to call out to me, not in a specific sense but trying to confer to anyone who could, or indeed would, listen.
It was as if it had carved itself into my flesh, into my very soul and it enveloped my every thought.
I was just as confused as this almighty being, I WAS this being as was everybody, as was nobody. I couldn't be sure of anything at all, and its a thought that plagues my mind to this day.
"There is no way of knowing."
"There is no way of knowing."

How can you prove something of which your very idea of reality is based?
A man who lives his life in a cave knows nothing of the outside world and assumes his knowledge as whole, so how could I be sure that everything I knew wasn't wrong?
Perhaps there was infinitely more to know than we could foresee or theorise. Not in the deepest hypotheses of science did we consider the idea that we are but the surface of greater mind, a greater being or a greater existence.
These were all philosophical musings, but none were based in the scientific simply by the fact that they were immeasurable and arguably entirely subjective.
It was the notion that this reality is only a fraction of the truth. This was the realm of spirituality, something I generally had no time or patience for.
We scale everything by our own senses, because we have nothing else, and what I was seeing and experiencing was that these senses were wrong.
Not so much useless as they were misdirected. Looking outwards not inwards, seeing truth only in our interpretations, leaving no opening for any abstractivities that challenge our world view.

I couldn't escape the idea that the reality in which we exist was a way for this great being to try and make sense of itself.
A mind of such immense proportions that our very world, our whole universe was but a fleeting thought in its confused head.
That this vast knowledge was waiting on an awakening, for one of us to open our eyes and see the world for what it truly is and in doing so the consciousness would also see and the world we call reality would cease.
I don't wish for this to sound like it was meant to be some prophecy trying to fulfil itself, merely the concept that this consciousness was trying to achieve self-recognition. Much like a newborn trying to figure out its lot in life.
The being was lost in its head and could not escape until it made sense of its own thoughts, and it had been lost in this universe for millennia.
It desperately wanted to achieve self-actualisation, and all it would take is for this false reality to become aware of itself in one way or another, to break the endless illusion and set itself free.
And we were all tied to this somehow.

I felt drawn to what looked like a waterfall, but instead of liquid it was colour and light. It was ideas, sounds, everything that is, was or will ever be swirling and churning in front of me.
The feeling you get before the drop on a roller coaster is the best way to describe the odd feeling in my stomach.
I felt like all it would take to help this being, and in essence myself, was to fall over this edge into the endless maelstrom.
To denounce my own world and reality in exchange for an awakening of a divine mind. This mind was not me, but it was tied to me, drawing me to it.
And just when I thought it would take me, that I would resign myself to the potential insanity that awaited, some doubt sprung to my thoughts.
"This is just the drugs. THIS is the false reality. This consciousness is but a thought."
And I knew it to be true. But I would be lying if I said I was thoroughly convinced. Hadn't I just questioned everything I already knew of myself in order to get to this point?
The doubt only opened further questions. I had spent so much time deliberating on what I thought I knew of my own self and my own reality.
I had begun to question everything I knew, so the natural progression was to also challenge this doubt that had sprung forth.
What if this doubt is the very reason this being exists in perpetual nothingness. Simultaneously existing but also not.
How many other 'human' minds had been here? I surely couldn't have been the first, which means I also wasn't the first to turn away.
Before I knew it that waterfall had me standing right on the edge again, balanced on the precipice of certain enlightenment or certain insanity.
Was that roller coaster rush, that pure terror of the unknown, the reason we had never moved on?
Were we only still in this reality because we were too scared to dive into the next?
"There is no way of knowing."

Ultimately, I wrenched myself back to the world I knew so well and found myself still laying in the grass, staring at the clouds.
I hadn't been able to do it. I either talked myself back to my own senses, or that overwhelming dread of the unknown got the better of me just as it had the souls before.
Hindsight tells me I made the correct choice, or that even had I gone over the edge I might have been okay.
But I'm still stuck on the notion that a simple chemical, a single drop on a sugar cube could have such a profound effect on me.
Not just the visualisations, not the consciousness I found myself a part of, nor the many ideas whizzing through my brain.
But the fact that 12 months on I still can't get the idea out of my head. And I don't look back in fear or guilt or wishing for things that might have been.
Its the experience that sticks with me, and has permanently altered my perception of life. It has changed the way I think, makes me consider every side to every story because I don't, and can't, know it all.
I find myself more objective than ever, simply because I'm aware that what I think I know may not be completely correct or even slightly accurate.
I can't trust my own knowledge, so I must learn everything I can about a situation before I act.
It's something that makes sense to me, only it amazes me that it took such a life shaking experience to properly get a handle on the idea.

Will I ever be able to trust this reality? Was it just a feverish dream or something more?
Our conventional knowledge tells us that it was a hallucination, but 1000 years ago our conventional knowledge also said the Earth was flat and the Sun revolved around us.
Scientific theory can change, people can change too, is it so far fetched to consider that perhaps reality can change?

"There is no way of knowing."

Fin.

Sorry about the ranty nature of it

Its very weird and stream of contiousness. Though i sorta get the rambly repetittive nature.

>>brief description of your drug use history
Started at 11 yrso. Stopped at 20.
>>your age
24 now. 16 in story.
>>your psychedelic experience as detailed as you want
Got weed from a sketch dealer.
Needed rolling papers.
Underage.
"I got you user"
Papers were laced
Hallucinated for 3 days straight. Snakes came out of my wall, when people talked they spit teeth, giant dogs everywhere.
>>how it affected you.
Really didn't. Stayed away from drugs for a bit after. Went right back.
>>does it still affect you
Not really.
>>do you regret it and will you try it again
No, really good job now. Constant random drug tests. Was kind of a 'immature' part of my life I leave in the past. I had no negative outcomes. Never did anything I'd regret ie; meth, crack, heroin. Maybe smoke some pot once I senior in my years and drug tests aren't a thing anymore.

laced with what

Did you ever get depersonalization/HPPD? That happened to me when I started questioning reality like you did.

Still affects me years later.

No idea. Never did find out. I assume PCP based on the duration of the trip. But not even sure if it would be possible. Possible copious amounts of LSD?

> currently 19
> been doing dmt, lsd, and shrooms for a while
> makes life more straight forward but also makes you realize everything means nothing so it really depends on how you are as a person and how u deal with these emotions

I experienced depersonalisation once, but that was way before I got into drugs.

I occasionally get very obvious movement trails on things that pass by my line of sight. I never had that before psychedelics.

Only real lasting effects from that particular trip were the feelings of questioning my own knowledge and experiences.
It's hard thing to critique your own thoughts and actions, especially the things you do without even considering why you do them.
I genuinely think that trip made me a better person.

I have to admit, I do still wonder the whole waterfall/edge of reality thing and what would have happened had I gone for it.

>be me 18
>smoke dmt
>turn 22 this year
>still waiting to wake up

>smoke 5meo*

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>15 or 16
>pretty underweight
>take unknown amount of acid
>smoke some weed
>start listening to some shpongle
>i see cave paintings everywhere
>now i’m thinking of cucumbers
>pov increases to 120
>i’minarocket.png
>staring at ceiling, it starts warping into different things faster and faster
>all senses become overwhelmed, forget what i am
>feel like i am being sucked through a vacuum cleaner whilst spinning extremely fast, weird as fuck my body felt like a puddle
>starting to feel sound waves bounce and resonate with my tongue (no fucking idea what happens here)
>after a while i snap out of it feeling completely mind fucked
>wallpaper looks like books on a library shelf and random letters are seen in the carpet
>pass out about an hour later