DOSE:	1 hit	sublingual	LSD	(blotter / tab)
	3 hits	smoked	Cannabis

Experiencing Perfection - A Trip Report

**A Preface**

When it comes to psychedelics, I've dabbled, but I've never had a what I would consider to be satisfying trip before this one. About 11 years before the trip I'm writing about, some friends were visiting from out of town with the intention to trip together. 5 or 6 of us all took sugar cubes that had been dropped with LSD. After taking just one, like most of the group, so as to not dive in at the deep end, I felt very giggly and slightly tingly all over for a couple of hours, but in terms of other effects, not much else occurred that day. Everybody else felt the effects much harder, and I ended up trip sitting for the rest of the afternoon while it looked like my mates were having a grand old time.

Another time, a friend surprised us with some mushrooms to a weekend away we had planned. Myself and 3 other close, trusted friends away for some Magic The Gathering and board games in a remote cabin on the coast. I didn't have a scale, but after ingesting what I thought would be a potent dose, only felt nausea and slight confusion for a little while, as well as some shift in colors in the environment. The others again seemed to feel the effects much harder than myself.

I'm not sure if my daily use of cannabis has affected my tolerance, but I've always had a desire to truly experience a trip. Before this trip, I'd felt as if I've only dipped my little toe into the paddling pool - but I wanted to jump in. I've heard of many people feeling the "call" of certain substances, as if the personification of the drug was inviting them for a visit. I began to "feel" the call in my mind and my body, as if being pulled towards a certain path.

Amazingly, after about a month of intermittently feeling invited for a trip, a regular customer at the coffee shop I was working at at the time struck up a conversation about psychedelics. I mentioned that I didn't know where I could source some LSD in the area but was very interested to try it out. The next day, she handed me a small bag with two tabs inside while I was taking out the recycling. "Are you sure?!" I said, with mouth agape. "Absolutely." She replied without hesitation. "I usually take 2 of these if I want to go hard."

Knowing this, I thought long and hard about taking one or both. I knew that I was ready to fully experience a trip, but I was also fully aware of pushing it too far too soon. On this particular occasion, I would have the house to myself, but no-one to trip sit should things go south. It's quite rare that my partner and kids are gone without me and one week in summer my wife decided to take the kids to her parents to get out of town for a bit. I'd have to stay at home as I couldn't get the time off of work, but I'd be able to trip on thursday as I had fridays off.

**The Trip**

I finished work early and excitedly walked home. It was a warm summer day, with clouds dispersed throughout the sky. As I was tripping alone, I ensured that I would have a comfortable setting by cleaning the whole house the night before, setting up the pull-out couch into a bed with lots of pillows and blankets and setting out some water and fresh fruit. I also cleaned my bong and ground up enough bud to fill my grinder, should I want to add to the effects later on, since I'd heard that it potentiate the effects of the trip. I sat on the bed in silence and meditated for a while. After feeling relaxed and that my mind was clear, I held the bag up in front of me with two hands and said "Show me the light and love within, and any and all that you have to offer." I don't know what compelled me to do this, but I felt I had to make my intentions clear. Psychedelics are not difficult to find in my area, in fact quite the opposite. But something about this moment in time felt like it needed to be afforded reverence.

I felt excited, but also nervous. At around 4pm, I placed one of the tabs under my tongue, laid down on the bed and continued to focus on my breath. I felt the tab slowly dissolve and break up in my mouth. I put on my headphones and a playlist of old favourites and some new stuff too. After an hour or so, something I heard in the music made me laugh uncontrollably. A cheesy melody or something. It felt like the giggles hit me much harder than the last time I tried LSD. However, my body felt quite heavy, as opposed to last time where I felt light and floaty. I could feel that this time, things were different, and I was in for it.

I felt the effects truly come on shortly after, when I headed upstairs to grab a drink of water. The water jug on the counter was actually much farther away than my eyes perceived. As I poured it, I could feel the sound it made vibrate within my core. After taking a sip I headed back downstairs, where the visuals started to appear in earnest. The "popcorn ceiling" In the basement began to shift and swirl, each individual piece of material waving in unison as I sank into the bed. Every shadow in the room began to look like a fire, gently lapping and flowing while also rising higher toward the ceiling.

After what felt like a few hours of just letting the music wash over me, I felt the air inside become heavy and difficult to breathe, so I headed upstairs and outside to sit on my porch. I'm lucky enough to live in area with an abundance of trees and plants. At the end of my front garden sits a very large Red Cedar tree that I've always loved. Easily the tallest tree on the street, I'd say it was about 50 feet in height and older than the house itself. Something drew my gaze to it as I sat down on the soft chair on the porch. The end of every branch seemed to be crowned with intense red crystals, each one reflecting the sunlight onto the ground like a thousand laser pointers in a dazzling display of light. They seemed to shift around in a purposeful, also mathematic way, occasionally lining up to create wonderful geometric patterns and shapes. Looking up to the sky, the clouds shifted and separated, tailing off into fractal like patterns. Upon further concentration on the clouds, the faces of animals began to appear in them. Lions, snakes, goats, crabs, eagles, everything. As they appeared, I felt like I could almost feel the presence of their spirits, manifesting themselves in order to check in on me, see if I was alright.

Still on the porch, I felt the vibration of all. Every bird, tree, plant, blade of grass, everything, seemed to hum in unison. I felt it in every sinew and fibre of my body, as well as deep into what I believe to be my spirit. It could hear the hum as well. I thought that it might have been my tinitus, but that has a high pitched ring to it. This sound was much warmer and richer in its tone. It filled my being, and much like the music I was listening to, washed over me and bathed me in its grace. I felt like I could float in the sound and let it carry me away wherever it wanted.

I could feel the trip intensifying in waves, with a natural ebb and flow. I felt a pull towards my bong and grinder sitting next to the chair. The blue glass shimmered and sparkled, the shadow it cast looking like baby blue fire. "Fuck it" I thought. I grabbed the bong, and loaded the bowl to the top. The ground cannabis looked as if it were a liquid, lapping up against the sides of the glass. With it being a smaller bong, I could sit reclined and comfortably while I took the hit. My body felt so heavy that moving was a bit of a chore. As I sparked the lighter, a common fly landed on my leg, staring at me. I saw every detail of it, the tiny hairs, each vein in its wing, every panel of its eyes, which glowed furiously, but not aggressively. The fly stayed completely still for what felt like hours, and I could feel it peering into me. It's almost like he knew what I was doing and that I was deep into a trip. I was also similarly transfixed, and barely moved for the entire time the fly sat there. As it flew away, it's wings produced a piercing electric buzz inside my head that coincided with a dramatic shift in my perception of colour. I sparked the lighter which seemed to happen in slow motion and brought it to the bowl. I took a deep hit, held it in for a while and let it out slowly. The smoke shimmered as it dissipated, and something telled me to load another bowl. So I obliged. After the second hit, the compulsion was still there. Like a voice in my head saying "one more, and you're there. You can do it"

After the third hit, the smoke blew apart into endless fractals, and I could see each molecule of smoke rise into the air and join with the sky. By now, the clouds had rolled in, hiding the now setting sun behind a veil of thick, dark clouds, each cloud having a brilliant shining edge. The clouds themselves looked like an oil spill on wet ground, an iridescent mix of golds, yellows, purples and greens. A break in the clouds occurred, and with it, a ray of piercing light shined directly down on to my body. I heard again the hum and buzz of all living things, and took note of the birds flying in the sky, the insects in the haze of the late summer afternoon, bees nestling in the rhododendron. I could feel the warmth of the sun penetrating my skin. I began to feel a wealth of love and acceptance from the light, almost feeling the presence of the spirit of the sun itself telling me that it loved me, and that I am "enough." I've had some self esteem issues for a while, as well as bouts of depression and the occasional suicidal thoughts, and feeling this brought me to tears of joy. The beauty - not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually - of that moment has long since stuck in my mind. I felt at peace with myself and sheer wonder at the beauty of my surroundings. This moment struck me as truly perfect, and gave me the feeling that this space and moment in time was exactly where I needed to be, and I was exactly who I needed to be. The tears eventually gave way to uncontrollable laughter, almost unable to breathe at one point, and the sun again disappeared behind the clouds. Once the sun went away, I felt cold and like I should head back inside.

I sat down on my couch which is next to the window that overlooks the porch. I sat and watched the sun continue to set, my dog joining me on my lap as I saw clouds moving at impossible speeds in the corner of my eyes, only to slow down as I focused on them. I could feel the trip beginning to wind down at this point, and with the darkness coming, went and ate some fresh pineapple that I had set on the counter earlier. It glowed as I picked it up, and felt the juices running down my throat as I chewed. It was the most intense flavor I've ever experienced, the fruit washing over my taste buds and saturating them unlike anything I've ever tasted before. Everything I took into my body on this day could be felt coursing through every vein, artery and nerve as I ingested, and reminded me to take care of what I put into it.

As the trip wound down, I could still feel my brain working overtime, and decided to chill on the couch with the dog and watch some old Top Gear. I've always loved cars and anything that goes fast, and I felt like I could feel the personality of the cars on the screen as I watched, despite the mere concept of moving about in a little tin can seeming utterly ridiculous. Hours seemed to pass during one segment, my body still feeling unnaturally heavy, as if I was a small being inside of a vessel that needed controlling.

Before I knew it, it was completely dark outside and felt like I should try and get some sleep. The "perfect" moment from earlier replaying itself over and over in my head as I lay down on the bed downstairs, the popcorn ceiling and shadows still flickering and waving in the dim light. I sank into the bed, closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was morning, almost as if I had been transported to this new day. I arose with gratitude for the trip that occurred the previous evening, and a renewed sense of place and appreciation for the beauty of this world we inhabit. I took the dog for a walk, and found myself stopping frequently to admire everything I came across, revelling in its structure and ability to exist in the same space as I. I've still got the other tab set aside for another time, and can't wait to find the time to drop again.

The "perfect moment" still plays in my head regularly, reminding me that we are all truly blessed to experience this life together, and that I am worthy of love and acceptance.

Exp Year: 2023	ExpID: 118528
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 31
Published: May 14, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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