Destroyer of chairs
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U mean u entered psychosis for 3 days
high wouldn't even last 24 hours if it was lsd.
what happened in the 60's?
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high wouldn't even last 24 hours if it was lsd.
canndo
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U mean u entered psychosis for 3 days
Well, it could have been an analog or some other research chemical.
I once tried what they called "stp" that really did have me throttling around for a few days. Each time I figured I was finally entering reasonable space I would catch another updraft and go another six hours.
But sure, lsd doesn't last more than 12 to 24 even in the most sensitive.
Bagginski
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Fun thread....
My first time was at a festival in ‘68 or ‘69...in many ways it was the best trip I had for decades, tho I ended weirdly. I went looking for a place to lie down, I’d never been around so many people before & I was lost. Someone pointed to the first-aid trailer, I went in and asked if they had a spot where I could down for a bit. They put me in a real brightly lit room, asked me some questions; shortly after, someone came in with a syringe & gave me a shot. They turned off the light and I was gone almost immediately. Missed *HENDRIX*....when I woke up, it was day time...and it turned out the questions they asked me were my name and my phone number...and my DAD was on his way to pick me up. Up until I wanted to. Lie down, though, it was GREAT. It took me a long time to realize that I hadn’t freaked out at all, it was just hippie-disposal. The bummer didn’t start until the ride home with my dad....
When I started again, it was 15 years later, and I didn’t like it. Felt speedy, unpleasant. Played with taking only half-hits, and oddly, that was worse. Finally decided to take TWO instead of a half, and poof - it was wonderful again!
Shit had names, but this was NOT California...names meant nothing. “Dosage” meant nothing. I remember STP by rep, and knew one kid who reportedly went gone and never got back - and yeah, the word was you kept not coming back down, over and over and over, so I stayed away. These days, I have pretty good sources. Have had some tough trips, but no freak outs ever, and still have great respect for it.
The real low-dose stuff is loved by “sport trippers”, turns out: folks who like it non-psychedelic style & mix it w MDMA. In the day, it was all about trusting the people you were with, the place you were. I was a high-schooler with trust issues, so like I say, I still treat it with great respect. Stuck where I am now, I have no opportunity to trip in peace or for fun, so I just don’t.
My first time was at a festival in ‘68 or ‘69...in many ways it was the best trip I had for decades, tho I ended weirdly. I went looking for a place to lie down, I’d never been around so many people before & I was lost. Someone pointed to the first-aid trailer, I went in and asked if they had a spot where I could down for a bit. They put me in a real brightly lit room, asked me some questions; shortly after, someone came in with a syringe & gave me a shot. They turned off the light and I was gone almost immediately. Missed *HENDRIX*....when I woke up, it was day time...and it turned out the questions they asked me were my name and my phone number...and my DAD was on his way to pick me up. Up until I wanted to. Lie down, though, it was GREAT. It took me a long time to realize that I hadn’t freaked out at all, it was just hippie-disposal. The bummer didn’t start until the ride home with my dad....
When I started again, it was 15 years later, and I didn’t like it. Felt speedy, unpleasant. Played with taking only half-hits, and oddly, that was worse. Finally decided to take TWO instead of a half, and poof - it was wonderful again!
Shit had names, but this was NOT California...names meant nothing. “Dosage” meant nothing. I remember STP by rep, and knew one kid who reportedly went gone and never got back - and yeah, the word was you kept not coming back down, over and over and over, so I stayed away. These days, I have pretty good sources. Have had some tough trips, but no freak outs ever, and still have great respect for it.
The real low-dose stuff is loved by “sport trippers”, turns out: folks who like it non-psychedelic style & mix it w MDMA. In the day, it was all about trusting the people you were with, the place you were. I was a high-schooler with trust issues, so like I say, I still treat it with great respect. Stuck where I am now, I have no opportunity to trip in peace or for fun, so I just don’t.
Dosing people unawares is a real asshole move, I’ll bet you were scared shitless. Not to contradict you, but “windowpane“ likely means nothing if it was in the punchbowl, windowpane is high-dose gelatin, so either it didn’t dissolve well and you got a chunk, or someone put a lot of dollars-worth in it, or it was just enough to scare you when you started to feel it & that set the tone. Not making light of your experience at all, just down-the-road perspective. Respect the never-again, you should never do it *unless you WANT to*.
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OldMedUser
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I've had a few rides like that too. My old man could natter away for hours about my latest screw-up but I'd happily take more rides like that if it meant I had him back. Still got mom tho and she hit 93 last month and still out gardening tho she can barely see a thing.
OldMedUser
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Dad went in '86 and we were on great terms. He'd traded in his 15' runabout for an 18' cabin cruiser and we were planning on doing a shit load of fishing out of Vancouver. He was going to rent a slip at one of the marinas in Richmond where I grew up and then it would be just a 40 min drive in from the Valley to hit the 'chuck. Unfortunately he took really ill and died before we got going and I ended up fighting with the boat store to get his boat and the $1000 deposit back for mom. Got both. He'd been fighting cancer for a few years.
FlipHip3
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STP is what is blamed for most of those who were hospitalized. Serenity, Tranquility, Peace. But it was nothing like that from reports. If i'm not mistaken it was DOM Created by Sasha Shulgin and leaked into the world during a psychedlics conference. A lot of those people believed it was LSD so took it as such and then proceeded to Freak out all over the place. LSD is nothing like DOM. DOX chemicals in general are a whole different animal
Heres some info on STP https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/vdq4v3/the-secrets-inside-1960s-editions-of-the-us-governments-private-drugs-newsletter
Dapper_Dillinger
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The fucking baby boomers came of age started fucking shit bro
Kerowacked
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If it was meant for two people, they’d have made two hits
Budget Buds
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It already has happened, they just go by a different name now
Dapper_Dillinger
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Yea hipsters or some shit
PadawanWarrior
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lungbutter
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Iirc the CIA heavily backed drugs like LSD into the anti war hippy movement to shut them up.
Bagginski
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CIA was experimenting with it as an interrogation tool, as a ‘force disruptor’ on the battlefield, as a mind-control agent/personality destabilized, as a way to derange civilian populations, but the Pranksters total outran them, took it and made it very much their own...and had their own lines of production and supply
canndo
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Really?
I contend that consciousness expanding drugs are a threat to government control. It tends to have the user question authority and state sponsored dogma.
lungbutter
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Yes pretty much all counter cultures are run by or heavily co opted by intelligence agencies. They don't necessarily want you to follow state sponsored dogma.
kovidkough
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