Hi fellow explorers of conciousness,
In 1995 I took one of probably over a hundred trips on lsd, from my first ride I said, I want to be like this forever, ( probably a red flag) anyway, I was young and a raver in the San Fran Bay Area. I was very comfortably on lsd and had grown fond of taking it and just lying in bed meditating and thinking philosophically and spiritually. On this particular occasion I had a profound spiritual experience. I am not exaggerating when I say I had achieved enlightenment. (Short lived, but not short enough) I was 100% certain that I had used this drug enough now and had achieved all I needed to. Now I was to live as a monk. this is all a 100% true story that I have created purely as a work of fiction by the way. So I came clean to everyone, including my mom that I used these drugs and was now a monk and was done with them. She was disturbed. I left my house to seek my path and basically wandered aimlessly through the streets "following the signs" I had not slept in about 3 days and had taken no other drugs besides that last single hit of lsd 25. My mother being worried had called the police to find her now missing son. They found me collapsed on the street with my shoes off, I had handed them to some thugs that saw me and said to each other that they should steel my shoes. The police called an ambulance, they asked what drugs I had taken, I listed every drug I had ever taken, and they thought I was very high indeed! To the emergency room, from there pulling out my IV to go down the hall and heal an old man, landed me in a mental hospital, when asked where your going, a response like I am going to try and heal that man, is better than my choice of words, "I am going to end that mans suffering". I can see their confusion. 27 days in a mental hospital, 3 months in out patient treatment, 9 months in a recovery house, 6 years of total sobriety (including alcohol) 20 years drug free and two day ago I just brewed and drank my first San Pedro tea. I firmly believe in these psychedelic drugs as great teachers. But like fire they must be used carefully and with great respect. I plan on continuing my exploration of my mind but will never forget how precious sanity is and how difficult life can become when it lost. I hurt many people and myself. My irresponsible adventures nearly cost me my life and cause the ones I love much fear and anguish. Yet I know that these drugs can be used safely and in a healthy way. That is the cliff notes of my story, perhaps the book will be out someday
