LSD by Jeff Prager Someone reminded me about psychedelics today. Heres my side of the story. LSD was a profound experience that left an indelible mark on my entire life—on my very existence. It changed everything. Positively. So incredibly positively that its virtually impossible to describe such a vast and all-encompassing experience. Interestingly, using LSD causes one to have an extraordinary tolerance which builds up rather quickly [1]. Like the next freaking day! I used LSD for two years. When I was 15 and 16-years-old. Frequently. Perhaps 200 times, somewhere thereabouts. It was sold then for 3 tabs, as we called them, short for tablets, for a dollar. We tripped every 3 or 4 days, hence only using LSD about 200 times in that two-year span. I would have used it every day if I could have. In nineteen-seventy and seventy-one (yes, the seven is broken on my keyboard. I was trying to keep it a secret) we were able to get some very, very high quality LSD. Orange sunshine about the size of a saccharine tablet, orange barrel which was a very tiny barrel shaped pill, white and purple microdot called microdot because the pills were exactly the size of this O and window pane, which were little clear panes of a food-grade substance about 1/8th of an inch square and of course all sorts of other shapes, sizes and colors. All LSD tablets were very tiny for some reason. One could take LSD on Monday and no matter how much you took on Tuesday—one, two, three or four tabs or more—it simply didnt work. Tolerance. So as a 15-year-old kid we took vitamins to help our bodies recover from the LSD in hopes that we could trip again in two or three days. And of course we could. Vitamins notwithstanding. My girlfriend and I would sometimes go to South Mountain Reservation in South Orange, New Jersey and walk around aimlessly in the mountains for hours, under the influence of LSD. We found endless expanses of velvet-soft pine needle beds under magnificent pine trees, waterfalls, deer and squirrels and we communicated with one another and nature in ways I cant even begin to explain. We developed an understanding of ourselves and the world we inhabit that I cant describe. We saw things. I saw music and heard colors. I tasted the stars. I disappeared and reappeared, traveled to the farthest reaches of the universe and came back again, flew with the eagles and I was, for a moment a deer, and then a squirrel. I knew all of the animals, but intimately. The experience was ineffable and its lifetime value inconceivable. Death especially, took on an entirely new meaning and became meaningless. War, racism, intolerance, religious persecution, suffering, human and animal harm and murder, the destruction of plants, trees and bees and water pollution issues, finance, economics, manufacturing and distribution, the whole world—I was clear on my purpose from then on, and on the purposes of everything else too, anything, and all of it, I was clear on life itself. No more questions. Ineffable. And I never, ever wanted to fly out of an 8th floor window, but I could have! ;) References: 1. Multiple receptors contribute to the behavioral effects of indoleamine hallucinogens, Neuropharmacology, Halberstadt and Geyer, January 2011, Tolerance rapidly develops to the effects of hallucinogens (Balestrieri and Fontanari, 1959; Abramson et al., 1960; Isbell et al., 1961; Wolbach et al., 1962a): https://ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3110631/
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 17:02:55 +0000
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