This is a copy paste (that I had written) from another forum that I frequent, but I really wanted to contribute to this forum and give everyone an insight to how this tryptamine became one of my favorites for the spiritual progress it has enabled within me.
I hope you enjoy the read. 
Yesterday morning, I woke up around 5 o'clock to get ready for work. I had gotten about six or seven hours of sleep (even with the shift of Daylight Savings) and needed to shower and shave. While I began to begin my morning ritual and soaked into the scalding water, I began thinking, "Boy...wouldn't it be great to go through today with a head full of sunshine?"
I pondered the whole concept of taking one of the five hits of Alex Grey/Ganesh blotter (est. 185 ug) and cutting out an "L" shaped wedge from one side of the paper to another while I had been scrubbing my hair clean of it's nasty, oily texture. I desperately wanted to a little "taste test" and get a feel of how a whole hit would treat a person since I've plans for the rest of them in about five weeks.
After giving this a bit of thought, I'd completely dried myself and donned most of my cook uniform on before I approached the deep freezer where they were stored. Taking the time to carefully tear off the designated hit, I closely looked at the Grey side of the art. I remember taking the time to hold the corners and seeing the tiny bits of color. I broke myself from that train of thought and started to slowly scissor out the "L". All around, it was as thick as a man's fingernail, not even a detriment to the rest of the hit's size.
I stuck the morning dose under my tongue 6:02. Firstly, I smiled that I didn't taste anything strange. Always a plus. Promptly afterwards, I began to shave my face and quickly finish getting ready to get to work on time, which meant no later than fifteen minutes after.
The drive up was nice, I had listened to our local Classic Rock Station. My head got started with The Who's "Pinball Wizard" and had ended as I reached the parking lot. My friend Robb was opening this morning, which was perfect. A very awesome guy who I've known for a while and play D&D with, he's also going to be in my "group" who's planning to take the rest of these hits and journey our minds further down the road. When another employee took the time to step away, I told Robb, "Alright man, so do you remember when we're supposed to go on that trip together?"
This tall, thin guy looked at me for a second with tired eyes, lost in thought trying to figure out what I had meant. He quickly followed on though and cracked his wide half-smile, "Well yeah, Kramer. It's in April, like the third weekend?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "It's five weeks away. But yeah! I went ahead and took a baby dose this morning." We couldn't help but grin as I continued this thought in my ol' hippie impression. "So I'm gonna go ahead, cook for a few hours, get this prep done, finish this orange juice, and finish off the day nice and easy."
We chuckled and continued opening up the store, my thoughts positive and friendly. Robb was interested in how I'd be doing all day since he is the only one in our "group" who had never tried LSD before. I was doing breakfast, a few songs playing through my head that I had listened to the night before while prepared everything, when our front manager came back, yelling and talking angrily into her phone. I believe it was her girlfriend, perhaps someone else, but either way, her attitude wasn't exactly rubbing on me the right way. I listened to it for twenty minutes, trying to focus completely on my work.
Eventually, we reached 7 o'clock and opened the store, which caused the front manager to hang up her phone. This allowed me to focus strictly on my own thoughts and my job.
Pretty quickly after a few rounds of biscuits, the come up began. I felt rough. Not absurdly so, but more along a heavier body load and the need to stretch. The yawns broke out quickly as well. I kept up my pace and gave time no thought, save the occasional glance. Most of those consisted of twenty minutes passing, ten minutes, and the strange fifty minute disappearance. I remember halfway through the shift feeling the need to take down the clock and readjusting it. It'd still been an hour behind and not set to the time change. I hung it back up there and grinned from ear to ear.
Talking to Robb during the shift was fun, save after the second hour. The pace had been a bit much and some anxiety arose. After getting most of the bulk work done, I asked Robb for a smoke so I could calm down and "recompose myself". He nodded and passed me one just before I turned and walked out. I ran to my car and turned it on, trying to find something to tune into and get my head and thoughts gathered. Back to the Classic Rock station, a couple of songs played out while I got excited again, thinking to the road I was going on and keeping up with forward, flowing feelings. It was tough, but I finally tuned into the right emotion and held onto that.
I had finished the cigarette and got back, feeling loads better. I continued with the shift and kept tabs on the slight visual aspects that arose. Colors and shades stood out, shadows took another aspect, outlined each frame to be a bit more pronounced, smells became more obvious and had distinct qualities I had never noticed or experienced before. Work was more fluid, movements "lingered", thoughts were distinct, not muddy nor dark, and my field of vision lengthened, as if I were physically higher than everything around me (very gradually, though). That hour was quite amazing and made me appreciate what I was living a bit more.
The last hour, though, I could only think about, "Man, I really need to get home." I cleaned my tables, washed everything, swept, then mopped. I lingered for another ten minutes. To me, it felt hellishly long. After a while, I grew impatient and seized Robb's attention.
"Man, I've been done for at least twenty minutes. Do you think you can take care of the rest?"
"Everything's done on your end?"
"Easily."
"Sure man."
After I'd clocked out, I was getting my jacket when Robb came back around. I said to him, "Well, wish me luck. I don't think there'll be a problem, but it's time to drive home."
Again, he looked at me with the same expression as the one he gave this morning after I mentioned the trip before throwing back that massive full smile of his and chuckling silently.
"Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that, Kramer. Have you been feeling or seeing anything?"
"Shit yeah man, I've been trying to keep myself together since I bummed that smoke off of you. It's fuckin' awesome. We're all in for a treat."
"Haha! Oh man, I wish you luck."
After that, I said bye to everyone I'd worked with that morning and ran outside as quick as possible. It was a bit busy at that time, and people were sitting in the drive thru, but once I got into the car, I had completely blocked the outside world out and exploded! into whoops and hollers, letting out a triumphant cheer of overcoming the work day. After composing myself, I turned the car on, saw the radio's clock read 10:38 a.m., fastened my belt, and drove off.
I pulled into my driveway, quite pleased with how easy it was to process the rode. I parked the car and turned it off. I was glad to be home. Getting out of the car, I turned towards the backyard and saw the ground.
Just to clarify, the sky had been ugly all day, much like London's skies tend to be: dark, gray, thick, and sticky. The whole day was a bit morose in the color, so the environment wasn't exactly awesome for the experience. However, my backyard would more than make up for the dismal looking sky.
Purple flowers and clovers sat all along the grass, filling my eyes with a vibrant dark green and deep purple surprise. I smiled at this as I walked towards the house and saw my mother. I spoke with her for a few minutes about how dead and slow it was all day at work, and she shared with me how she had hurt her leg that morning. I frowned and told her I was sorry. It made me a bit sad to see her hurting.
I had helped her back to her bed when I started noticing Lucy coming back. Something about time...I looked at clock and the trip started "ticking" its way back into my thoughts. With my mother being a history major with her Bachelor's, we tend to converse over many periods of time and random events all over the course of human history. I had brought up Daylight Savings and I asked her if I was right in thinking it was Roosevelt who implemented it, during WWI? This back and forth continued for a while until I felt strange and wanted to be alone with my thoughts. My mother, on the other hand, wanted my attention. Her leg was hurting and she wanted me to rub out the pain. Reluctantly, I had done it, but tried to be very careful as it was strange for me to do this at this point on this acid. Still, I manage to rub the spot until she felt better.
I tried to get up and leave, but she asked for me to stay and continue. I gave up resisting and finally submitted. Upon reaching this point, I felt a massive and powerful amount of love forced into me, and I submitted completely to that and soothed her with true compassion. Soon, it was building even further and colors began emerging from the gray, fuzzy blanket and started wigging me out a bit, but I kept focused and locked onto the love. I continued for a while in this vicious cycle before I finally began moving from the spot. When I got up, my mother asked for me to cook her something to eat. After a bit of idle discussion on my part to figure out what she wanted, I noted it and tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
I casually fled the room, but once escaping her eyesight, I began to panic. My heart was pounding violently, I felt isolated and a bit trapped, and I couldn't find my composure anywhere. I remember having an internal conversation with myself, as a third person talking to me. "You irresponsible child. Look what you did. You dosed yourself in the worst possible environment. You had to go to work, you had to drive, and you have to take care of your mother. This isn't a fit behavior for someone with so many responsibilities this day. What in the hell were you thinking?"
I sat down here, at my computer desk, desperately trying to connect to something or someone. Music, forums, games, AIM, it all came to me, but I couldn't muster the courage to do it. Finally, in what I call a bizarre sort of realization, I spoke to myself silently.
"I need to talk to someone, get some help, but who?"
"WAIT. I don't need to use this computer. I know who I can reach, anytime I want."
And without any real personality of my own playing in a role with what happened next, I turned from the computer monitor, pressed my palms together, vertically, closed my eyes, and instinctively focused my thoughts inwards.
I didn't say a prayer. I didn't guide my thoughts toward any particularly person or idea, but the moment my eyes closed, a rainbow of color filled my mind and began forming the shape of a Hindu or Buddhist icon. I felt so peaceful and whole, tapping into something so pure and honest. It gave me the strength to carry on the last bit of stretch I had left.
I went into the kitchen and tried to remember what I was doing. I'd began getting very hazey thought processes at this point and was highly confused. I was just starting to cook some grilled cheeses when something STRANGE happened. I wish I could recall exactly what I experienced, but after getting a quick glance into...the realm of relativity, I got a surge of strange body highs and literally panicked, my heart exploding, the idea of going crazy and being sent to jail right then and there emerged for no reason, so much fast and vengeful fear clouded my mind and caused my heart, my mind, and my body to all tense with some of the worst pain and anguish I had ever experienced with chemicals of any kind. My world had got rocked and in such a violent way, my psyche was unsettled for so long. Just after this occurred, I had seen the stove timer read "12:01".
For the next hour, I sat at my computer, listening to familiar songs like The Beatle's "With A Little Help From My Friends" and Nick Drake's "The Road", trying to ease my mind and nerves as I came down towards baseline. I waited for Robb to show up after he got off work at one. Him showing up eased myself more easily than being alone. I explained to him the depth of the whole experience while we played old PS2 titles. Afterwards, we took another member of the "group" with us to see Battle: LA, where I had plenty of time to collect my thoughts and retrospect on the morning and the weeks to come.