I don't believe the bad trip exists man, half the people u read about having difficult experiences have done sumthin like go out and force themselves to deal with situations, and to that you gotta say, of course ure gonna become anxious when you go out and have to speak to people who are on baseline, who are doing there every day shit like whichever duties there job entails, they're not gonna be on ure wavelength AT ALL, and u'll pick up on this, and if ure not used to social alienation, it can be terrifying (but for me incredibly funny to watch these strange figures fumble about there business, while the hues of colour lick at my eyes :thumbsup: ),

When u take LSD make sure you've just thought everything through, uve already experienced one difficult trip with salvia, so you know what you want to do while in the throws of psychedelic confusion, curl in to a ball and hopelessly fall in to a bedlam of sensory crossovers, so get blankets, a source of heat, an open space (back garden etc), music that you like, make everything as comfortable and familiar as possible, so if you get a lil anxious during part of the trip tryin to answer impossible questions like ''Who am I?, What am I? Where am I? etc etc.'' and turnin ure head in knots tryin to extract a logical answer, u r surrounded by a familiar setting to at least try and ground ure thoughts, that u do exist, always have done (at least for as long as u can remember, which is good enuff) and will go on existing long after this drug is metabolized

Of course ure first time u will have to swallow this large, oddly shaped pill (first trip I had I could have sworn I was in a dream, and as the visuals began to wane and everyday concsiousness came back in to play, I was left alone, in a giant field at 4 in the mornin in winter, tired, confused, cold and with a gigantic fuckin distance of at least 12 miles to walk to get anywhere near home, during this time all thoughts were distant, family and all the rest of it were blips on my memory, detached from emotions, and I seriously couldn't remember, what I'd been doing before this moment in time, all ideologies from 15 years of accumulated knowledge, smashed, in about 5 minutes, and I was just expecting to be a lil buzzed, WOW! did that take me by surprise!)

If ure looking to get high, you can have the high of ure life (I can't believe sensations can be this intense), I'm not one of these people who personifies psychedelics with Whatichuku spirits, who will become enraged if u dare try and abuse her/him/it whatever! cuz thats bollox, plenty of people have took LSD and the like every weekend without any knowledge of spirits, and had great trips whilst failing to explain/interpret the experience, I don't attribute the effects of these drugs to any spirit, as I don't even know what makes my experience in the first place, let alone things that warp my perception. Its audacious to believe you have such a grasp on 'normal' consciousness, as to call whatever is causing the trip a journey to 'another' secret spirit realm, it makes consensus reality seem boring, dull and its manifestation purely a secondary effect to the 'truth', that lies behind the curtain, and thats bollox.

The most striking effect of psychedelics to me, was its ability to strip my subconcsious of the normal mandatory responses to the senses/emotions, not change them directly, but to view them from another perspective, to focus on different parts of the sounds/colours/sensations, not take it in as just one thing 'Ahhh thats e flat major chord, I've heard it a million times' as a million thoughts run in the backgroud about daily events, but to really experience the sensation, to feel a colour or sound, like its a liquid you can swim around in, and by changing ure mechanism of filtering stimulus, you are no longer worried by what is its cause, which category this sensation falls in to, simply that you can sense something, and it is so far unclear what defines it, it is only when you catch ureself being totally overwhelmed by ure attempted comprehension of experience, that you will flip out, because in everyday experience (where u r almost that little voice in the back of ure head being socially aware of acceptable behaviour), you don't question that which is around you, you accept it as a consensus reality, without uniquity because all these people are experiencing the same thing.

Psychedelics reveal the absolute solitary nature of ure experience, the way in which, 'Yes the sound does really exist, those particles of air are vibrating at that particular frequency, and that is happening completely independently from me, but ure only connection to the independent events that occur, is ure brain, which filters information uniquely for every person, quite simply if you didn't have a mechanism (or a slightly differing one) to break that certain oscillation of particles down, the sound would cease to exist (or would be dramatically different)' The psychedelic experience is looking at that which you have seen a million times before, but to actually sense your perception of it, hence, ure no longer perceiving the object, but its impression on you. This will cause an explosion of philosophical questions that people just can't seem to help but ask. The thing is every time I try and explain this shit, it sounds depressing, thats cuz there aint enough words in every language, of every civilization that has ever come to grace the timelines of history, to explain even a fraction of a second of an individuals experience. Just another example of the uniquity of existance :thumbsup:

And the greatest thing of all, even if I'm completely and utterly wrong, it doesn't matter! I'll still go on existing till it comes my time to kick the bucket, and if an authoritative finger cums crashing down on judgement day, I'll laugh and be tossed to the firey pits of hell, see what that shits about eh?