400 mg of mescaline 2.5 grams of lemon teked mushrooms 30 mg of dmt freebase vaporized 5 hits of nitrous 1.5 grams of cannabis smoked
This one was a doosy. At this point in my ventures I thought I could handle any amount of psychs as I had tripped countless times on high doses of DMT and various other substances never coming close to a bad trip. However previously to this trip I had taken a 2 month tolerance break from all drugs.
I will say going into the trip I underestimated two things. The synergy of cannabis with psychs and the mindfuck that comes with natural psychs. I was used to NBOME and LSD which I consider having very little mental components when compared to mushrooms or mescaline.
The trip started with me taking the mescaline. Over the course of the slow 2 hour come up me and a friend broke out an 1/8 of weed and started chain smoking. Once the effects were in full swing I was in love. Energy flowed through me and I was getting amazing open eyed visuals. This is were I got ballsy and decided I could take more. I readied 2.5 grams of mushrooms and lemon teked them. Then downed the concoction.
I returned to my room where we proceeded to do nitrous. This is were I started to realize I might be in a little over my head. Normally when I take nitrous the effects will last 2-5 minutes on psychedelics. With these I dont think I ever fully came down. The 1st hit had me wavy. The second was a double. To describe the effects of the last double hit I took. I was feeling heavily dissociated not unlike a high dose of ketamine or mxe.
I started to inhale the balloon. As this happened the time dilation became so extreme I literally witnessed everything in slow motion. I watched the balloon slowly shrink in front of my vision each breath feeling like minutes. The auditory hallucinations started to kick in as the music sounded like it was being played at 1/2 the speed. I finished the balloon and feel back onto the bed. At first all I was meet was with Blackness. Then fantastic colors and geometric patterns burst forward. I felt my body surge upward with tremendous force. Imagine being in an elevator that is shooting upwards so fast you begin to feel weightless. I felt myself rising through the levels of the psychedelic experience something telling me I was about the go deeper than ever before. The visuals were a fast stream of psychedelic imagery blurring together until I saw the peak. It was a white wall that I burst through. Upon entering the other side I was meet by what I can only describe as octopus beings that were staring at me from their throne made out of clouds. At this point I cannot describe the sensations or visuals that were occurring. You get to a certain point where words can no longer describe what you felt. In fact I can't even understand what I witnessed unless I was in that moment again.
This is the point where shit hit the fan and I realized I had gone to far. The thing that worried me the most was the dissociation from my body. I would literally be watching myself from the third person when I came down from the nitrous hit.
I took 1 mg etizolam to try and calm myself down. I could feel the mushrooms start to come on hard as my vision began to become covered with hallucinations. Now when I say covered I dont mean the environment was distorted. I literally could not see my bedroom with my eyes open. I Remember looking at my friend as he was trying to talk to me then next thing I know I am no longer in my bedroom. I look around and I am in a desert. Pyramids rise up from the sand gusts of fractal sand blow through the valley I am in. It was as if I was dreaming seeing vast landscapes and otherworldy visions. I was freaked out by this because I had never gotten to the point where I couldn't see anything with my eyes open. I was completely disconnected from reality. I could not move if I wanted to.
Occasionally I would break out of the visions and return to my body in my bedroom. The walls melting away revealing the hyperspace that was all around me. I will say that my mental process was fucked at this point as well. When my friend tried to talk to me I could barely form sentences. Mostly I would just lay there. I was also very concerned that I may piss myself as I could not feel my body at all.
Somewhere in between the visions my friend asked me if I wanted to smoke the DMT I had planned on. A large part of me wanted no part in getting any higher than I was. On the other hand though I knew I would always wonder "what if?". Reluctantly I told him yes. He readied the machine as it was apparent I was in no condition to do it myself. I put on my headphones slapped on some Shpongle and went in.
I dont remember the transition to hyperspace. The next thing I know I am flying through the galaxy with planets all around me. The scale starts to get bigger and bigger. I feel as if my body is being stretched across all that is in existence. Every fiber of me melding into the universe until I become part of everything. As the galaxy gets smaller and smaller the lights from the stars start to fade. I then start to see these tiny intricate objects coming into my view. There are millions of them lined up in a grid. They get larger until I can make out what they are. Each one a hourglass filled with sand. They were hues of orange and red. Made out of otherworldly material that would reflect a radient energy. Then I felt a presence. It was something deep inside of me that seemed to communicate through telepathy. I could here a voice in my head. It explained that each hourglass represented a life somewhere in the universe. How in the end the sands of time will have us all meet the same fate.
Eventually I snapped out of it and had my friend turn the light on. He attempted to talk to me but all I could do was listen. I was feeling very overwhelmed at this point as I had not prepared myself for such an intense trip. I wanted to get grounded again. I wanted to be able to think straight. I ate 4 more mg of etizolam in an attempt to return to my body.
Most of the trip is a blur after that as I slipped in an out of consciousness. Finally I remember seeing my body laying on the bed and felt a strong pull towards it. The dissociation started to fade as I regained control of my senses. I could feel my skin again. My thoughts started to become more organized instead of a constant stream of images and sensations. I felt as if I was coming home. All I could say for about an hour was "holy shit holy shit" as I frantically tried to communicate what had just transpired. Eventually the benzos got a hold of me and I passed out
The trip lasted probably around 12 hours. I managed to stumble to the bathroom numerous times in case anyone was wondering. Often forgetting where I was or what I was doing that as the visuals blotted out reality.
If you are thinking about doing a heroic dose of psychs I will say this. The jump in terms of intensity is not linear. Its exponential. What I mean is after a certain point taking twice as much wont just be 2 times as strong it could be 4 or 5 times. Never underestimate the power of these drugs. Know that you very well might not be able to see anything or move at all even if you want to. This sensation is extremely frightening when it happens for the first time. Which is why I would recommend a sitter as you very well might not be able to look out for your own safety.
To the OP. The fact that you are disregarding the very real danger that comes with taking such a high dose of LSA is concerning. You will be putting yourself in danger. No amount of Ibuprofen will midigate this. If you want to try a heroic dose of a psych get one that is safe in high doses. LSA is not meant to be pushed to the limits it is toxic to your body in those amounts. I urge you to reconsider. Also really ask yourself if you are ready for something like that. I thought I was hot shit and got my ass kicked in ways I couldn't even describe.
Thanks for reading. Going back over it I dont feel like I did it justice at all which is why am always iffy about posting trip reports. Never feel like you can capture what you felt the right way.