Age: 19
Weight: 200+- lbs.
Gender: Male
Mindset: Somewhat depressed. Atheist. Generally angry at the world.
Setting: Urban environment. Night time. A mixture of indoor and outdoors.
Intentions: I have recently found out about LSD through Ken Wilber's writings on its abilities to bring on a spiritual experience. As an atheist, this is something that I simply must try.

I ingest two Sour Patch kid candies with LSD dropped onto them at approximately 8:00 P.M., time estimates are rough due to the occurance of this trip being approximately 1 year and 2 months ago, in late March of 2012. I took the acid at T's house, which is about a minute's walking distance of my close friend J's house, and J's house is where the majority of this experience takes place.

I arrive at J's house. He is downstairs in the kitchen in a room with a few other people. The other people are playing beer pong. J is stoned on pot but not participating in the game. A house party is to occur at J's house tonight, but neither of us have any intention of taking part in it. It is a shared house and the people living their generally live their own seperate lives. The extent of what they have in common is living in the same building.

J and I go upstairs to his room. J has some marijuana which we will be smoking, he said that the marijuana will enhance my LSD experience. Also there is J's electric guitar, something that I wanted to try playing while under the influence of LSD. At this time, I had been a dedicated guitar player for nearly two years, spending much of my spare time practicing and learning music. At this time I was also a daily marijuana smoker of considerable amounts. N comes up from downstairs to smoke with us. N is aware that I have taken LSD, as is J. A joint is rolled, the size of which is comparable to a baby's forearm.

The three of us smoke together, and as soon as I am hit by the marijuana I immediately begin to feel something which is entirely different from a normal marijuana buzz. I am coming up on LSD for the first time, and I am coming up very hard and very quickly. The feeling that has consumed my physical body is the single most ecstatic feeling I have ever had in my entire life; it feels as if I am being touched by the love of God for the first time. As an atheist, this is something I have never before experienced. I am entirely consumed by this feeling but I am still able to
speak to the people around me.

My thought process begins to drive itself into hyperspeed; I am seemingly
bombarded by insights about the physical environment in which I find myself,
and the people within my peer group. Around this time, more people arrive
at J's room in order to smoke marijuana with us. These people all know that I
am under the influence of LSD, and are all very respectable of this fact.
No one tried to mess with me or bother me, they simply wanted to show me art,
and one person just wanted to shake my hand.

A bowl of marijuana is packed, and there are around 6 people in J's room now.
J, myself, N, and two or three others. Memory is a bit foggy, you know? I
almost pass on the bowl, but at the last second I change my mind and decide to hit
it. At this point I am getting the first real signs of visuals, in the form of small
electric charges shooting out of the bowl and blacking out for seconds with the bowl
in my hand, coming to shortly afterward. I have officially smoked more marijuana
than what would be recommended while coming up on 2 hits of LSD for the first time.
I'm in for a hell of a ride.

The ecstatic cosmic love which consumes my body is beginning to take over in an entirely new way.
I seem to be losing function of my body in the sense of being in control of it.
I am approaching the state of complete ego death. I begin speaking about how words can
no longer describe how I feel at the moment, and it is at this moment that I am
handed J's guitar, and told to express how I feel through music. From this point on, I am
pretty out of it, entirely unable of saying anything that makes any sort of sense at all.
I remember losing consciousness.

I regain consciousness. I am observing my body playing J's guitar from the perspective
of being a mere occupant of my body, no longer being the one at the controls. I cannot hear a thing
except for a slight ringing in my ears, and everything except for my hands appears to be moving in
slow motion. I observe my fingers flying up and down the fretboard, whatever is in control
at this point is really shredding. I remember little of what transpired during the time that
I was playing guitar, but I remember that many of the people in J's room remained there
to watch me play guitar, including J. From what I gathered afterwards, what I was playing sounded great.
I believe this to be the truth because the others that were there were merely stoned on pot or
completely straight, and the fact that I had a lot of experience playing the guitar already.
I would venture to say that perhaps the LSD was playing the guitar for me, and since I had
already the muscle memory that relates to playing guitar, it was rather easy for the LSD to
flow through my body and take over the reigns, so to speak. At the risk of sounding really
out there, I would say that God was the one playing the guitar that night.

As I finished playing the guitar, I remember my feelings directly translating over to what was played.
At this point I was able to hear what I was playing well. It was a very emotional experience,
a bit of a roller coaster. At the tail end of the guitar session the music took a turn for the
melancholic, which was actually incredibly wonderful, as opposed to the triumphant ego death shredding
that took place earlier. I found myself unable to turn off the amplifier; I remember extending my hand to
do so and feeling unable to go any farther, as I was seeing electrical charges shooting out of my hand and
blacking out for seconds at a time.

The next thing I remember is sitting back in my chair and observing the floor in front of me.
I remember what seemed to be my subconscious mind spilling out into my visual field, as if my thought
forms had taken on visual form, a synesthesic translation of thought to sight. The most accurate
comparison to this phenomenon would be traditional psychedelic art, a soup of interconnecting images
that spill over onto one another; psychedelic letters that spelled out words you can't read when you
look at them straight; another great comparison would be a Google images search of the string
horror vacui. In this same style, a map composed in medeival style spilled out onto the floor,
and also some of my clothing, covering a large portion of the area directly in my visual field.
I remember the map had the numeral "MXII" on it, and to this day I still do not know the significance
of this numeral.

Small portions of my visual field began to take on what appeared to be traditional optical illusions,
almost similar to the appearance of a city sky line. Small portions of my visual field also began to
melt outwards toward the ceiling; it's very hard to describe. I might have lost consciousness again
for a short period of time around this point, as the next thing I remember is walking down the stairs
to go outside. This was an experience on its own, let me tell you, as walking anywhere gave the most
interesting sensation. It was as if I was walking forwards on a treadmill moving in the opposite
direction that treadmills normally move, and the treadmill would stop when I stopped moving. It felt
like whereever I was walking was slipping away every time I took a step forward. I had to sit down.

I sat down on the steps, and spun a skateboard wheel. I remember saying "the wheels spin forever",
and then looking at the wall right next to me. The wall disappeared, and I began to stare directly
into the ultimate blackness of the void, of the absence of anything at all. Staring directly into
the void is something that you won't soon forget, let me tell you. I closed my eyes at this point,
and began to find myself completely awash in a writhing mass of symettrical blacks and reds, moving
across me and undulating. I opened my eyes again somewhat quickly, completely in awe of what had just
happened. I stand back up, and walk outside. People ask me if I would like to go for a walk. There
are a great deal of people downstairs at this point, as the party is going on. Only a few of them,
including my friend Z, know that I am tripping. I am left well enough alone by party-goers for the duration
of the trip. Not wanting to venture too far while completely gone on acid, I decide to go back inside
the house. I'm glad I did, because what comes next is pretty wild.

The next thing I remember is being seated back in J's room. I have found myself situated at the lip
of a tunnel made of bright blue light, and this blue light is coming close to submerging me and obscuring
my entire field of vision. I can see a little bit out of this tunnel, and what I can see moves in slow motion.
My life has turned to slow motion, and everyone's voice is very deep and very slow as well. I wonder how in
the sam hell is something like this possible, and am consumed by mystical awe at the power of LSD. Think of
the scene in Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas where Johnny Depp is at the Jefferson Airplane concert and sees
Hunter S. Thompson at the card table. It was like that, only with the blue light tunnel mixed in.

I was lost in the slow motion light tunnel for a while, and it was at this point that I began to come down.
I walked outside this time, and followed my friends across the street to my buddy Z's house. We stood on his
porch, and stared across the lake. I saw explosions in the sky, and had the thought "Is this what you really
want? for everything to be destroyed?" I was convinced there was a war going on. Also, we were on a porch
that is situated at the top of a hill, I pointed down at the ground below and said to my friend J, "there's
a battlefield down there." I decided to myself that I was indeed angry at the world, but I didn't want to
destroy anything or use violence to change anything. I genuinely did love the world and the people that lived
in it, and I also didn't have any reason to be depressed. LSD (God) basically showed me that I was a kick-ass
guitar player and I shouldn't give up on that (which is something I had been considering prior to the trip).

The explosions in the sky were the last really intense effects of the trip, aside from seeing some plants turn
into electrical bolts and charges before my eyes. This trip gave me a reason to keep on truckin', to put it
coloquially, and influenced me to begin a quest for as much knowledge about psychology, entheogens, religion,
philosophy, and all other such things as possible. It has had a long lasting impact on me. It also gave me
a belief in God in the form of Pantheism, and a real basis for my Pagan beliefs as well.