I always have huge realizations of immense importance, but they flutter away before I can fully behold them. In order to attempt to record my conscious activity while tripping I just started writing. I wrote this at the peak of my first major LSD experience ever. But I did edit it on the way down, to make it more sensible. When I was tripping I had no censor and took my realizations to be absolute truths, which I transferred from raw data into text. I sound very "all knowing" and even annoying to myself because It sounds like these beliefs are being relayed as factual. Let me say before you read this, they are only opinion, written first hand without self consciousness or empathy for others views. With LSD for some reason my ego doesn't leave like it does on shrooms and I can't keep my mind open to the fact that there are other unique minds. That being said, I present an attempt at the impossible, describing my perception while on 6 tabs of LSD.

In every way that anything could be defined it is exactly the same, except that every tiny piece, all detail down to each hair and each shadow rings with a slightly different tone than normal. At that point it doesn't even matter how its affecting things, because so unbelievable is unwavering fact that it is having an effect on everything. This method of alteration is shown through such visual analogy. But the symmetric and profound intrusion is caused equally upon the psyche. The regular flow of thoughts fractalize into synchronic streams of awareness and increasingly infinite manifestations of reality processing. This allows one to experience several moments, from different perspectives, stitching the fabric of time to space together simultaneously. Matter attains a new kind of eternal intrigue, it has been like this before, we are all still children in a strange new world. God is not something revealed, through our skies via cloud. But profoundly realized, as a shocking, and very elementary fact. Always so near and integral, the miracle camouflages itself in the familiar. Seemingly present thoughts multiply concurrently,like bubbles in a rapid, existing as persistently as permitted possible, in accordance defined by the laws of surface tension. While memory of the traversed mental paths leading to these profound concluding thoughts like the multitude of bubbles are popping, in spontaneous chaos, creating an eternal sense of timelessness. In each quanta of time you can realize you are here but cannot retrace your steps , like one atom passing through 2 slits, you see the effect but cannot infer the cause. Flowing within you are out of place words, emotions that cannot be defined, and artifacts of the impossible. Laying in a gaze of utter awe the one thought that continues to come about is that this is it. You've found it, and you don't want to forget about it. You must integrate this, but cannot generalize it because if you think you've understood it, you won't try this again. There is only one reliable doorway to the miraculous, and you must never forget the key.