Also lost my virginity to LSD. It was about 18 years ago. I was still in high school. I had been smoking pot (haha gateway drug) for a while but was wary of LSD due to lack of info. A friend of mine did it once and I was concerned but I hung with her. I then did a lot of reading at the high school library on the early, weird, slow version of the internet. I printed up the full Leary/Alpert/Metzner Tibetan Book of the Dead thing and read it. I got some from a guy at work. We had a walkout basement so after everyone was in bed I partook there. The thing that really struck me on that time (I wouldn't say it blew me away like some further experimentation) was how music changed so immensely. I did a lot of walking around my suburban neighborhood just taking it all in and then coming back for more tunes. That summer this was a common theme for me and the start of my path that lead me here.
First time I had a bad trip was interesting. I was in college and thought myself some sort of Hunter Thompson (ah so silly back then) and used to take LSD or Mushrooms on plane rides. I had had some amazing experiences at this point and was really into it for the Mind expanding properties and probably believing a little to much in some kooky theories. I was mid flight and just having an amazing time. I was thinking to myself, you know who cares re: the spiritual side. This is just FUN. Then soon in what I can only describe as a change in the experience that happened in a period of time as small as Plank's constant I felt what I called the "Force" contract on me very hard and it instantly turned terrifying. I had to sit there and ride it out I knew there was nothing to do. Peoples faces were so fucking terrifying. Then the first thing that would only happen in this type of situation occurs. There is some problem at the Airport we are arriving to. We started circling in the sky for who knows how long, just tilting and circling over and over.
Finally we landed and it is still fucking terrible energy I'm feeling. I don't know what to do. I smoke at the time so I go to one of those old terrible glass rooms that smokers go to where everyone can see you in your haze of tobacco. It does nothing to help me. In fact I get the 2nd thing that would only seem to happen in this situation (or so you think at the time). Some dude in the smoking area is wearing this T-shirt with Psychedelic writing that simply says "STILL TRIPPING". YOU ARE GOD DAMN RIGHT I AM THANKS FOR REMINDING ME! I then begin to learn some tools that will help me later in life about movement to stay the body from feeling like it is disintegrating when you don't want it to. I walk up and down the airport with my headphones listening to the Cure song 'Doing The Unstuck' which has lyrics such as:
"it's a perfect day for letting go
for setting fire to bridges
boats
and other dreary worlds you know
let's get happy!"
I listen to this on repeat for I don't know how long using it like some sort of mantra to get me straight. Eventually it starts to work. I am now "ok" in some sense but still jittery and just ride out the rest with some sense of relief.
I am much less reckless with my set and setting these days!