I adore acid. If I have ever felt that something in life is sacred, it is psychedelics. Unfortunately I can’t eat boomers anymore because my insides riot – but I find acid much easier on my system, and to make for a more controllable trip. Music, nature, sex, my own thoughts – all beautiful, incredibly meaningful, and utterly pleasurable. I once saw Elvis in my cat’s side, I’ve felt a tree’s energy, I’ve seen the forest breathe, I’ve watched thunderheads pixelate finer and finer until I couldn’t believe my eyes could see such detail, I’ve felt what my partner feels as he makes love to me, and so much more I can’t even begin to describe it.
I have also accidentally Robo-tripped (not recommended – more disorienting than fun), and once I smoked yopo (DMT is the active ingredient – this is actually a legal hallucinogen you can order online). Yopo gave me the greatest visuals I have ever gotten – my friend had a tapestry with animals on his ceiling, and we lay back and watched them march around and around. No body high and only about 45 minutes, though. People react to yopo differently – another friend fell asleep for about half an hour and told us after that she dreamed of being in Quiddity.
I have had two bad trips, one with way too much LSA and the last time I ate boomers, as my IBS was just beginning to develop. Yes, they are terrible experiences, but not unbearably frightening as long as you have someone to help you through it. I would never trip alone for this reason. They were not so bad as to scare me off hallucinogens, obviously. It doesn’t make sense to me that a person could get “stuck” in a bad trip. I suspect that myth is based on the observation that hallucinating can “trigger” the initial symptoms of schizophrenia for folks who are schizophrenic but have not yet discovered they are.