Death And Rebirth On LSD
What I Learned From My Heaviest And Darkest Psychedelic Experience
I’ve done a lot of drugs in my lifetime, many resulting in mediocre or vaguely pleasant experiences that I had little desire to repeat. LSD was not one of those drugs. I fell instantly and deeply in love at the first taste of the lysergic. A long time advocate of naturally occurring psychedelics, I hadn’t expected much from something synthetic, but LSD surprised me in the best ways possible. It offered a crystal clear headspace and a perfect blend of the spiritual, medicinal, and recreational. After several trips, it also remained the only psychedelic substance that had never made me feel bad. As much as I loved mushrooms, I had to admit that they were capable of producing fear like nothing else. Even MDMA and Cannabis had resulted in transient hair-raising moments. I continued to use and love other psychedelics, but eventually had to admit that I felt most comfortable with acid.
Despite my love for it, most of my LSD trips had a certain lightness that didn’t quite approach the same magnitude of previous experiences with other psychedelics. But one night, LSD unexpectedly revealed its full power and beauty to me. That night remains the singular most profound of my life to this day.
