Citation: CAM. "Walking Into Paradise: An Experience with LSD & MDA (exp94453)". Erowid.org. Jan 29, 2018. erowid.org/exp/94453
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To clear up some obvious questions regarding experience and to establish a semblance of ethos, I have had many experiences with psychedelics and MDXX. Enjoying both thoroughly, I decided relatively spontaneously with two friends of mine to buy tickets to Gramatik (a dope hiphop/soul/electronic producer) and partake in some drugs. To a certain extent, none of knew which we were going to want to try and whether or not we even wanted to put our brains through that strain (considering that we didn’t know the artist allll that well and had no idea of what he would be live). We made the best decisions of our lives (in hindsight) and all agreed that we would candyflip. I had no real experience with the combination but was in no way nervous about the combo due to reading testimonials and hearing friend’s anecdotes.
My friend, lets call him Lez, came over with 6 hits of Lucy. Two were consumed by Lez, my buddy “Caso” and me. I asked my buddy lez whether he wanted to go to a nearby heated yoga studio for their free Friday class. He replied that he had never done yoga before but was not opposed to the experience. I insisted it would be difficult but that I couldn’t imagine a better way to start an acid trip: to struggle both physically and mentally through the come up and then to break through into a sense of relative calm (I usually get clearheaded but my body just feels on edge during most LSD trips). We consumed the hits around 6:30 and arrived for the 7 o’clock class basically baseline. We left our other friend Caso back at my apt because he did not have the clothes nor does his personality really mesh with the athletic/hippy/zen nature of yoga so he just stayed and listened to pretty lights in my living room. Once I was seated and mediating before the class commenced, I noticed a slight buzz through my body and began to feel the usual uneasiness in my stomach. The class was extremely strenuous, yet, the acid allowed me to focus my mind, even though it was physically demanding, to overcome what the brain perceives as “pain.” The yoga instructor obviously didn’t know that we were tripping, but his encouraging words throughout the class gave me the peculiar thought that he was guiding our trip. I just remember him saying something so incredibly profound that I will butcher as I paraphrase but something like “Life is not about the destination, really the journey is the destination.” While it might sound trite, it resonated with my sentiments about Acid trips because really, I was looking forward to the end destination of the night (the concert) but yet the concert itself was the journey. We both left, drenched in sweat, and feeling amazing.
Lez and I arrived back at my apartment around 8:10 and found Caso greating us with a huge smile and we all realized we were going to have a great trip. After an extremely gratifying and cleansing shower, we watched some “Goodneighbor Stuff” youtube videos and laughed our ass off. We were considering whether or not we even wanted to take this sass because we were feeling so good already, and quite honestly, on LSD I sometimes cringe at the thought of putting those chemicals in my body and ergo my brain. Plus, Lez was starting to get kinda loopy and out of it, claiming that it was some of the strongest acid he had done in a while. Caso and I talked him down and repeated earnestly that it was all fine and that he should be ready, because we were about to fuck shit up that night (in a courteous way of course). They parachuted two points of some really good sass mda and I took one of these firefly tabs mda based around 9:30 pm. Caso and I also decided that since we had come this far, we might as well eat the last two points of sass we had, so we split up even lines and snorted. I was nervous to do so on acid because of the many instances of molly burning my nose so badly I would tear up, yet, this was different. As I railed the line with a crisp dollar bill, all my sinuses were cleared and the smell of lavender filled my senses and nostrils. It didn’t burn one bit. On the contrary, it was therapeutic. After this line, both Caso and I looked at each other and in unison stated that that was a harbinger that tonight was going to be a MAGICAL night.
We started rolling pretty hard around 10:30 , but not the flooding, loving feeling. Really the synergy of the two substances made me forget that I was rolling and more made me just realize how warm and content I was. It was extremely nurturing and comforting.
the synergy of the two substances made me forget that I was rolling and more made me just realize how warm and content I was. It was extremely nurturing and comforting.
That feeling and the presence of my boys was enough to make me feel confident that we could do anything we wanted that night, even talk to cops if we had to. We walked to the concert giddy and cracking jokes, eager to hear some dope beats. We got to cut the long as line that stretched around the corner because two of our fraternity brothers were there waiting near the front. I handed them two of my firefly tabs for free because I was in such a blissful mood. In line I started to notice and comprehend how people have distinctive energy. The people you know well and like radiate the most, the ones you don’t know but seem like genuinely decent people provide a nice atmosphere and trip circumstance. However, there was this one weasel kid offering molly and coke to people in the line and he had terrible energy. Made me made and uncomfortable because he would repeatedly ask people who already told him to get lost and one could safely assume he had some bunk shit and was trying to take advantage. But I digress. Anyhow, we walk upstairs and seriously the stage, the lights, the artists selling their artwork in the back made me so confused because I thought to myself “What have I just walked into? Is this heaven?” Literally I was so astounded by the vibes and visuals I was getting that I thought I had stumbled upon some paradise, some place that God designed just for me and my candyflip. I was taken aback but quickly got immersed into the music and started dancing a lot. I am not generally a goofy roller, I kind of get serious but have a blast and just am really kind and sensitive to other people. Yet, the LSD MDA combo made me straight up goofy, best way to put it. Tongue hanging out, messing with friendly strangers beside me. I was in HEAVEN.
After the concert, we walked back to my apt and talked till sunrise. Conversations ranged from the deep talks about trying to tell one of the trippers that he needed to cut out opiates and the occasional use of heroin to the jovial banter that guys are known for. We talked in depth about God and how he works in our lives but how we have the unfortunate free will the push him away. We delved into how suicide is quite possibly the work aspect of life and also how much of a baller God must be (our rational was that everything funny in the world and cool and beautiful was because of God).
All in all, an amazing experience.
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