I wanted to share this trip to show how even the worst of trips, can be seen positively . I've read a decent amount of threads where the op talks about never doing the substances again, because of certain trips. Figured I'd share my story. Maybe it can help people who have those "bad trips".

I had 100 mg gram in a bud sandwich, shared between 3 people. So assuming I got around 33 mg for this, and it was out of medium sized bubbler.

I took 2 rips out of the bubbler, and laid down on the floor. About 3 minutes in I'm having (360 viewed) CEV's.
I go to open my eyes, and when I do. I'm not in my friends apartment. I realize I can't move my body. Except for my head. I look up and establish I'm in a hospital morgue. Nobody is in it with me, living or others dead. I lay my head back down and close my eyes for a second or 2. When I open them again I was surrounded. The room was filled with random faces. I only got a second to look around before they began. Out of nowhere they begin tearing me apart from my abdomen, and began eating me alive! I instantly only thought one thing. Panic! I was being eaten alive, couldn't move to save myself, and I couldn't alert my friends.

I could feel all of it. Every bit of flesh they ripped or chewed off me. Every time their hands dug at me to get another scrap. It felt like torture. I am at the point where I'm literally about to flip out! Then it comes to me. I start thinking "This isn't what's happening to my actual body. I will be fine, but I really need to calm down." I lay my head back down and close my eyes as I begin to take slow breaths.

I reopen my eyes and they are all gone. So is the pain. I still can't move so I just look upwards at my body. At my abdomen there is nothing but a hole. Just empty and black. I look deeper into it and it sucks me in head first to another trip.

When it was over. I can't describe how happy I was. Not that it had ended, but I had overcame it. I had came to the point of freaking out, and brought myself back. I never would have believed I had it in myself. Then I began thinking about the fact that where else will I ever get to be eaten alive, and still be alive?

I will close with a few things. 1. If I had stopped after this trip. I never would have experienced all the amazing trips after. This had been my 4th time smoking. If I had stopped I would have missed out on experiences I now hold as high value to me. 2. I never would have known I could keep myself cool in that sort of situation. Unless I had done it. It was something I was very proud of. 3. If you never experience a bad trip. You will never fully appreciate the great ones.

Hope this helps somebody, and if not it still felt good to share. If others have stories about overcoming bad trips, and would like to share. Please do so.

Interesting post. I have now seen quite a few posts that were themed like this. I think the core thing here, beyond all others, is perception.

For you, you perceived it as if they were "tearing" you apart. Maybe eating you alive. You, however, were the reason the trip escalated into that situation. Now, don't take offense, because I am 100% sure you didn't intend for the trip to go like that... However, I would bet that as you started to progress into the trip, you probably at some time, probably even very faintly, envisioned these external beings as negative/evil/whatever and/or that they would eat/tear/destroy you. I'm not saying I am 100% on this, but I can definitely see how ones perception can skew the experience into something it's not (though, like I am saying, I might be wrong).

The reason I say this, in particular, is because while I have had similar experiences, they were on the flip side of negative. My experiences, while being torn apart, ripped open, and having my organs and brain shifted around was at the time perceived as a "healing" experience. You see, when they reached into my body and pulled out slivers of my brain, shifted internal organs around and what appeared to be them entering through my mouth was entirely perceived as a healing experience. And because so, the energy I took back from the trip was amazing, healing and overall a beautiful experience.

Now, looking back at that experience, I could of easily, and I mean EASILY taken it as a bad experience, and could have definitely seen it in a dark light. In fact, towards the end of the experience, there were so many beings fucking with my body that I did start to get a little freaked out. I even thought, what if this is spiritual possession, but I ceased that thought but it didn't matter because the trip was pretty much over at that point anyways.

So, I have a HUGE interest in this types of stuff because I am trying to make sense of not only my experiences but all of our experiences in a whole. I believe that how we perceive the trip to be plays a big part in how we internally judge weather what is about to happen will be something good, or something bad. I have a strong feeling that if at the beginning of the trip I would of thought it to be something negative, and I had all those being doing shit to my body (things I could definitely physically feel) then I might have taken it in an entirely different way.

I hope this makes sense, would love to hear what your thought on this are. I wouldn't worry too much about having negative trips though, unless you are worried, in which case your trips will probably be bad

I would agree that in most cases this is what causes those trips. I don't think mine was. Only because the friend that introduced me to it and told me things about it. Had left out that you could have bad trips. (maybe he didn't even know) So going through the trip I had assumed all you could have was good ones. So went in more expecting it to be good.



I agree. How we perceive things is a massive part to our trips. Also a big part to understanding our experiences.



Not worried at all man. I can handle the bad ones. After all they are just part of the experience in a whole.

Interesting......

I had a somewhat similar experience a while back where I perceived entities/beings coming to me....there were several of them. They came up to my chest and simply (and I say "simply" because that's how it felt....no pain, no fear) opened my entire chest cavity and started reaching their "hands" in and started doing something. Ripping, tearing, rearranging etc.

Then after doing whatever it was they were doing they almost had a dejected look on their "faces". Then I remember them turning around and going away....almost bored.

I then started coming back to this reality and of course began the process of thinking/analyzing what it all meant.

My analysis was that I needed to be more "open". I had been going through life with to much armor on. Armor that I had built up over the years due to many experiences....but was no longer needed or healthy.

That was my take....it felt right, and I took it as a positive experience.

Thank you for sharing. Really liked reading it

Interesting posts! Sure sheds some light on the dark heheh. I'll try and remember this if I ever were to have a "negative experience".


Peace