Is LSD just about God?

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so.nice

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I took LSD a couple days ago. It was a very tiny piece of blotter paper that was dipped in LSD. I bought it in a club from a guy who said his "friend who is a chemist made it."

I'm not sure how much LSD was on the blotter paper, but I felt it in my system and felt very saturated with it but not necessarily in a good way.

During the trip I was playing music and believed that God was talking to me through the lyrics. Most of the talk was about how he was coming down to see me and trying to relax/prepare me.

There was a point where I looked outside and the world was discolored. The sky seemed bronze/grayish, or half of a tree was green and half of it colorless.

When I looked a light there were colors surrounding it like blue yellow red purple.

I noticed the sunlight outside et extremely bright at one point. That's when it seemed like God arrived.

I believed God was within light, so I looked at my lamps and they became brighter and expanded into a clear white light, the most white I have every experienced and I felt like I was looking at God and approaching him but then I started to feel like that I was actually dead and pulled back, away from the light.

The weird thing is when I would pull back (because I tried at least a couple times to get close) I would start shivering or twitch.

Anyone have similar experiences? Is there more to LSD than just hanging out with God?
 
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HeatlessBBQ said:
@so.nice ... You are luck You got touched.
It sounds like You are very receptive to messages and the imagination.

LSD is a sacrament. <3
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This was my second encounter of God. The first time was on shrooms where I closed my eyes and saw myself in hell. I "got out" by reaching for the light until all the bad images vanished into pure whiteness. At that point I felt like I reached a heaven and then felt like I was coming back down to earth. I went on to ride my skateboard and believed hat God was controlling it and showing me nature until everything speed up and I crashed and thought I had died and made my way to a random church with statues (it is an actual place I randomly ended up at).

I consider these two experiences near death and to be honest I don't really like it.

But another thing about the LSD trip is that when God was telling me to relax and that I wouldn't die, I looked into the lamp as much as I could and it very felt intense almost even like I couldn't handle the amount of love he wanted to give. Then I had a flash image of a million particles version of myself and millions of particles of God in a different color in the middle of space and they swirled together like we were "hugging" but after the trip I even felt like I had kinda had sex with him..

I also saw sparkles of an electric purple for a second at one point.
 
Indagrow

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I've had enough in my life to make a town trip for days.. I catch myself getting acid shivers all the time. Never experienced god, but I don't believe in god so that may be why. I've purposely put myself into dark trips, demons, carnage, death and had a fucking blast but I'm admittedly dark like that. It's up to you what happens whether you think so or not your conscious or sub conscious is determining the trip. As powerful as acid is no data is transmitted with it it all comes from within. Stay crooked my friends
 
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I just remembered another flash I had from this trip, since I was feeling like I had too much LSD in me, I had a flash of what I believed was a dna molecule in me and the LSD infusing with it/changing it. Has anyone experienced anything similar?
 
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Indagrow said:
I've had enough in my life to make a town trip for days.. I catch myself getting acid shivers all the time. Never experienced god, but I don't believe in god so that may be why. I've purposely put myself into dark trips, demons, carnage, death and had a fucking blast but I'm admittedly dark like that. It's up to you what happens whether you think so or not your conscious or sub conscious is determining the trip. As powerful as acid is no data is transmitted with it it all comes from within. Stay crooked my friends
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I agree because at one point I looked at the clouds and I thought I could clearly see a storm within the cloud, but then I snapped out of it and look at it again and it was just a little white cloud..
 
Feisty1UR

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I had a really really bad trip on LSD, ended up in the A&E. I didn't take mine on a blotter paper, I took a drop. Well, I was given a drop. A drop of LSD on my first ever psychedelic drug, a dropper used to blott like 10 peices of paper. This girl, a friend of my brothers came around mine, so my brother me, and her. A model from London, however I have no idea how she was a model, she was good looking but had some pretty bad teeth. She had nowhere to stay, so I said she could stay the night but she has leave tomorrow morning.

She was taking all sorts of drugs throughout the night, mainly nos. Making a loud ass noise with this silver creamer thing. Drove me fucking crazy. I got past it, let it ride through. Tried not to think anything of it.

My brother left, around 8. She then insisted I try some acid. I did a drop, she had already done about 5-6 drops before me. So she was pretty far gone. Everything was pleasant at first, the lights outside looked like palm trees, the light in the room from the shader looked like fan leaves on the wall. I had some really nice visuals. But something made me tick, I started feeling a little boxed in, by this I felt as if I was in the matrix or being sucked through a balloon. As if I was about to be transported into some sort of different dimension. (I felt like I was dying). That's exactly what I thought dying would be like. I believed I was dying. I felt cybernonicly connected to the girl, and then started believing everyone was some sort of robot. Like the insides of us are all mechanical, and I believed life was a lie. We sleep, eat drink etc etc, and it's the same most of the time. Like someone has control over us. I felt like a machine was taking control of everything. It felt like the whole room, atmosphere. everything was just a bunch of different particle beams like strings all lined up. (The only way I can describe it). This computer knew when someone had changed, whenever I got to stand up from the couch the lights outside the window would change and it felt like this computer thing knew I was getting up, and it was alerted. I kept asking to go to the hospital, something definitely wasn't right.

The girl ended up calling some paramedics to check me out. (I thought they were apart of the system too) Like they were fake. Everything was fine at first, I felt a bit more safe. But then I started becoming a bit aggressive, something definitely switched in my brain. I literally kicked the guys out of the flat. I feel really bad for the blokes now, wish I could apologize.

Anyway, after all of this my mind was a blur. I wasn't in control of myself at this point. My brain was rushing from every different spectrum of thought I could ever process. I ended up having a dream while awake and everything was happening, thats the state I was in. I was dreaming, while awake. I ran out of the flat, the 2 paramedics were leaving., and I smashed the window in the stairwell with the back of my fist. I was telling them to "fucking get back here". I'm a pretty big guy, 210lbs 6"2 they must've of been absolutely terrified.

I ended up running around the car park with my shirt off, with no shoes. And just a pair of khakis on. The girl said this was happening for about 30 minutes, before the police came. I was told all of this but, I remember part of it. The police came to check out the area for a raving lunatic, probably reported by someone. They came with a riot van, and a lot of police officers. The girl said it took about 6 police officers to take me down. I remember one of the policeman digging his finger under my jaw with my head the curb trying to ask me stuff, the girl was reassuring them I was on drugs, that I'm never like this.

I ended up being shipped to the hospital in a riot van. I woke up around 7am the same morning in a hospital bed with nothing but a pair of jeans and my boxers, they gave me 20mg of diazapam to try and calm me down 20x the recommended amount for a person on my record. . They told me what happened. And said I was free to leave, I asked for some clothes which they never gave. I walked back to my apartment in nothing but my jeans.

Needless to say, I'm never taking LSD again. If I do I'm never taking a full drop of the stuff, It was probably one of the worst experiences of my life.
 
Jimdamick

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That's why doing acid is called tripping, because you are on a journey into the Universe, and along the way many doors will be opened to you, and it is your choice about which door to enter (choose wisely). Some are fabulous experiences, when you REALLY connect with GOD (the pure energy that we all are), and some trips will pull out the worst shit you can imagine. I was busted once tripping, and that was a fucking nightmare. That's one big reason that people should be cautious about doing LSD in the wrong environment. If you ain't with good friends in a good place, don't do it.
Yea, I saw God, that great shinning light at the end of a tunnel, sorta like death, and he/she/it reveled to me some amazing shit, like be as good a person as you can be, try your best at whatever you do, and all will be fine. Be nice to people, and if they are not nice back, feel sorry for them, as they will never know happiness.
Acid is not for everyone, but for me it changed my viewpoint about pretty much everything and in a great way. I loved that drug but no more tripping for me though, married with children, and there hasn't been good acid in 30 fucking years anyway. (Barrel 4 way Orange Sunshine, Owsley LSD 25, Cherry Blossom, Window Pane, alas, all gone), but be wary all you adventurers, it is not for the squeamish.
Peace out
 
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Feisty1UR said:
I had a really really bad trip on LSD, ended up in the A&E. I didn't take mine on a blotter paper, I took a drop. Well, I was given a drop. A drop of LSD on my first ever psychedelic drug, a dropper used to blott like 10 peices of paper. This girl, a friend of my brothers came around mine, so my brother me, and her. A model from London, however I have no idea how she was a model, she was good looking but had some pretty bad teeth. She had nowhere to stay, so I said she could stay the night but she has leave tomorrow morning.

She was taking all sorts of drugs throughout the night, mainly nos. Making a loud ass noise with this silver creamer thing. Drove me fucking crazy. I got past it, let it ride through. Tried not to think anything of it.

My brother left, around 8. She then insisted I try some acid. I did a drop, she had already done about 5-6 drops before me. So she was pretty far gone. Everything was pleasant at first, the lights outside looked like palm trees, the light in the room from the shader looked like fan leaves on the wall. I had some really nice visuals. But something made me tick, I started feeling a little boxed in, by this I felt as if I was in the matrix or being sucked through a balloon. As if I was about to be transported into some sort of different dimension. (I felt like I was dying). That's exactly what I thought dying would be like. I believed I was dying. I felt cybernonicly connected to the girl, and then started believing everyone was some sort of robot. Like the insides of us are all mechanical, and I believed life was a lie. We sleep, eat drink etc etc, and it's the same most of the time. Like someone has control over us. I felt like a machine was taking control of everything. It felt like the whole room, atmosphere. everything was just a bunch of different particle beams like strings all lined up. (The only way I can describe it). This computer knew when someone had changed, whenever I got to stand up from the couch the lights outside the window would change and it felt like this computer thing knew I was getting up, and it was alerted. I kept asking to go to the hospital, something definitely wasn't right.

The girl ended up calling some paramedics to check me out. (I thought they were apart of the system too) Like they were fake. Everything was fine at first, I felt a bit more safe. But then I started becoming a bit aggressive, something definitely switched in my brain. I literally kicked the guys out of the flat. I feel really bad for the blokes now, wish I could apologize.

Anyway, after all of this my mind was a blur. I wasn't in control of myself at this point. My brain was rushing from every different spectrum of thought I could ever process. I ended up having a dream while awake and everything was happening, thats the state I was in. I was dreaming, while awake. I ran out of the flat, the 2 paramedics were leaving., and I smashed the window in the stairwell with the back of my fist. I was telling them to "fucking get back here". I'm a pretty big guy, 210lbs 6"2 they must've of been absolutely terrified.

I ended up running around the car park with my shirt off, with no shoes. And just a pair of khakis on. The girl said this was happening for about 30 minutes, before the police came. I was told all of this but, I remember part of it. The police came to check out the area for a raving lunatic, probably reported by someone. They came with a riot van, and a lot of police officers. The girl said it took about 6 police officers to take me down. I remember one of the policeman digging his finger under my jaw with my head the curb trying to ask me stuff, the girl was reassuring them I was on drugs, that I'm never like this.

I ended up being shipped to the hospital in a riot van. I woke up around 7am the same morning in a hospital bed with nothing but a pair of jeans and my boxers, they gave me 20mg of diazapam to try and calm me down 20x the recommended amount for a person on my record. . They told me what happened. And said I was free to leave, I asked for some clothes which they never gave. I walked back to my apartment in nothing but my jeans.

Needless to say, I'm never taking LSD again. If I do I'm never taking a full drop of the stuff, It was probably one of the worst experiences of my life.
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I feel for ya, man. I can totally relate. I was at my frat house in college tripping with like 6 other guy's, just peaking out when there was a knock on the door, I open it, and there are 2 city cops and a state trooper answering a "noise complaint"
I look at them, slam the door and proceed to run through the house yelling "police", and out, literally, through the back door (destroyed the screen) I was told after that it took 4 cops to put me down (5'8- 145lb's) like a block away from the house.
I wake up the next morning tied to a bed in a fucking mental hospital, that I had to sit in for 3 day's under observation. Then I get out and am charged with felony counts of drug possession, because the cops searched the house and anything they found they charged me for it. Like 14 zips of weed, 15 hits of acid,18 Quaaludes, 100's of hits of speed 1/4 pound of hash and I can't remember the rest (we liked to party). I was facing like 20 years in jail if convicted. That was a bad trip, but thanks to a good legal aid attorney, all charges were dropped as it was declared an unlawful search and seizure. I was very, very lucky. (I tripped 2 more times after that and then called it quits, too paranoid any more to deal with it, the cops fucked my head up, and I never really felt comfortable again)
Boo Hoo
 
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