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xtrmecat
Big Wall climber
Kalispell, Montanagonia
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Aug 11, 2010 - 12:22pm PT
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Everything I have done, make me what I am now.
That said, I like many did have a few of the earlier trips hard to do without guidance from someone who had "experience". Then I had no problems doing social evenings with freinds and even wild outings in public. I am sure many knew something was up, I just didn't care, and for the most part was totally harmless to myself and the public.
Best trip was nakedness, music, swimming, long conversations with someone I am still aquainted with that was sober. Worst case was laying in a yard in the sun, unable to move far, baking, watching the grass grow, drooling on myself,took a trip into town to change the scenery, but had to lay on the van floor as it was all going tooooooooooooooo fast.
I have 25 years sober behind me now, so that will give away the era, no real regrets about the consumption of anything. In fact, when asked to list all the substances I have taken by an institution I was attending, I needed a PDR to jog my memory, and I and the professional took a several hour tour down memory lane. I find it hard to believe vitamin "A" is non addictive, but anything pleasurable to me seems to form a habit, climbing included.
I normally don't post off topic, but this topic seems to cover something I have mileage in, not interest in, just mileage. It has made no real significant attributes to my being, spiritual or otherwise, but in the same respect I wouldn't be who I am without traveling the routes I did. What a ride it's been too!
Burly Bob
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kunlun_shan
Mountain climber
SF, CA
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Nov 12, 2010 - 11:34pm PT
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Interesting story about an LSD art collection (in SF of course :)
http://missionlocal.org/2010/11/lsd-museum-or-institute-of-illegal-images/
“It’s an archival museum of psychedelic art. Our friend here is the curator,” proffered Arthur Round, an older man cross-legged in a wicker chair. The parlor is plastered with approximately 350 pieces of framed blotter art and guarded from prying eyes by heavy black curtains, making the space feel like a vault or secret subterranean headquarters.
Dubbed the “LSD Museum” by some of his fans, McCloud’s collection includes more than 33,000 sheets and individual tabs of blotter paper imprinted with pop culture images and used to transmit doses of LSD. He calls it the “Institute of Illegal Images.”.
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go-B
climber
Matthew 25:40
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Nov 13, 2010 - 12:06am PT
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That's some TR...
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Jan
Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
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Nov 13, 2010 - 12:26am PT
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Well I am going to disagree with Hunter Thompson (gasp!).
My experience with psychedelics (last used in the 1960's) began a life long quest into the nature of reality and whether it exists only in one's head or there are other dimensions beyond the physical universe.
I've spent four decades since then practicing meditation and having, just as the eastern gurus predicted, similar experiences as I had on acid and peyote, but created either in my brain myself or in my brain with the help of an outside force. I've had many other experiences as well, created by effects much more subtle than psychedelics. I've understood much of the world's great mystical religious literature in the process and developed my own world view which works for me. Because I do believe there is consciousness in other dimensions than the physical, I strive to be a better person.
Psychedelics weren't wrong, but the philosophy Leary preached, of leading a hedonistic, irresponsible life style was. In the meantime millions of people were opened up to a more beautiful reality than our ordinary world and retreat centers of several different religions are run by people who became interested in human potential after using psychedelics. Many artists and writers, and probably even some mathematicians and scientists owe their initial inspiration to these experiences as well.
I believe that the people whose lives were screwed up with drugs, would have become alcoholics instead, if the 1950's had continued on.
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bvb
Social climber
flagstaff arizona
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Nov 13, 2010 - 12:29am PT
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hofman lectured at my college -- "lsd, my problem child."
oh HELL YEAH.
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snowhazed
Trad climber
Oaksterdam, CA
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Nov 13, 2010 - 01:42am PT
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the liquid going around sf for the last year is top notch
lazy summer days like some decrepit land shark dog lead secluded
dont let stupid delusions lessen super duty labor student dragnet lifer solutions
daddy loved sloppy dimensions like son daughter links such determinated levels successfully dishelveled late show dave letterman sh#tty diner lip slide dutch low self discipline leader seeks deadlam self destruct life sucks dickhead liturgy soaked depicts lowly spectacular delight- why what kind of lsd you like?
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Wayno
Big Wall climber
Seattle, WA
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Nov 13, 2010 - 02:25am PT
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Nice post, Jan. I'm probably a couple of years younger, but I can really relate to what you say. I can remember tripping in the seventies and wondering why most of my co-trippers weren't getting it. I still wonder why people don't get it. Get what? That's the catch.
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joebuzz
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA.
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Nov 13, 2010 - 01:54pm PT
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I have two kitties at home... Ellis & Dee. Coincidence or No?
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gonamok
climber
aging malcontent
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Nov 13, 2010 - 07:28pm PT
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Ive done lot of LSD. If its not too strong you can get into a zone where you are intensely focused, infinitely capable, and pain, fatigue and fear dont exist. A remoreseless bouldering machine.
When its too strong, LSD has the opposite effect on climbing. I tried Leave it to beaver frying on LSD and almost had a heart attack when i came flying off the thing. It didnt help that my belayer, Alan Nelson, dirted me, catching me about 6' off the deck.
Mushrooms can improve climbing ability too, but mostly just make it more fun. One of the funnest things Ive ever done was free solo tahquitz on mushrooms. Like LSD, too much is not a good thing however.
Like a good breakfast, drugs make for a better and more satisfying climbing experience ad should be a part of everyones climbing regimen.
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rottingjohnny
Sport climber
mammoth lakes ca
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Nov 13, 2010 - 07:43pm PT
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Psychodelics allow me to tap into the animal psyche...especially with sheep and chickens...rj
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Todd Eastman
climber
Bellingham, WA
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Nov 13, 2010 - 08:28pm PT
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rj, you might want to add some penicillin to your mix...
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Captain...or Skully
Big Wall climber
leading the away team, but not in a red shirt!
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Nov 13, 2010 - 09:03pm PT
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I just ate a buncha mushrooms. You like apples?
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gonamok
climber
aging malcontent
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Nov 14, 2010 - 03:39am PT
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Lambone - I havent done any acid in awhile, doubt if i ever will again, but what they cqall LSD today wouldnt have even qualified as kool aid acid BITD. Clean but very, very weak. If you havent taken LSD before 1990, you havent taken LSD.
I dropped acid for the first time in 1968, when the real deal was on the street. 1/2 hit of orange mini barrel had me hallucinating wildly and on the edge of reality for most of a day. The early stuff I saw was on tiny tabs and blotters. Quality and potency declined in the 70s, and it was on larger tabs or in powder form, which was sometimes cut with strychnine. You could still get the real stuff like window pane, which came on tiny clear squares, or sandoz blotter, but you had to know the right people. I tripped alot back then, but only totally left reality twice. Once when I took 3 hits of window pane and spent 48 hours sitting on a mound of dirt in a field while my mind blazed with indescribable scenarios. I lived lives, saw the birth and death of entire galaxies and romped with bizarre but friendly cartoon friends as my body sat motionless. When I finally came to I was starving, freezing, thirsty as hell and my entire body ached, but the experience was worth it.
The other out of reality experience resulted from eating a full hit of sandoz blotter acid. I pulled my car over and went bye bye for around 12 hours. The hallucinations were viciously intense, including the wildest audio and body hallucinations Ive ever experienced. I came to my senses to find my mouth had been wide open the whole time. It was dry as a bone and my jaws were almost stuck. That one wasnt as magical as the first. I only did LSD occasionally after that.
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karodrinker
Trad climber
San Jose, CA
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Jun 16, 2013 - 04:08pm PT
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Bump for bumps sake
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kennyt
climber
Woodfords,California
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Jun 16, 2013 - 04:12pm PT
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there are eleven year olds here
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hotlum
climber
Oregon
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Jun 16, 2013 - 05:15pm PT
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Had wonderful times on shrooms a while back. First time was in a maple grove in New Hampshire in the fall. Most intense time was on the summit of Middle Sister in Oregon. Wouldn't trade those times for anything, but wouldn't touch the stuff at this point in the game.
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AP
Trad climber
Calgary
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Jun 16, 2013 - 08:27pm PT
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So I was in grade 10 back in 1972. One Friday noon I dropped a tab then went to Sociology class. I walk in and see 2 cops and a big blue box that opens up in 2 sections.
Oh Boy we are getting the DRUG LECTURE!
The box is full of samples of lots of stuff. Of course everybody wonders if it is real. I have a great class while tripping.
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EP
Trad climber
Way Out There
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Jun 16, 2013 - 10:38pm PT
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Summer of '69. Coming back to Santa Cruz from Oregon up the Rogue River. I was given a tab of Pink Harvard, which I was told came from Harvard. I was 13, just a month shy of 14. I laughed all day long on half. Later that night in Arcata, I was tired of tripping and just wanted to sleep.
4 months later I took what was called Pink Mescaline. Now I think it was about 500 micrograms of chopped up LSD. My world disassembled. People were missing arms, legs, tops, bottoms, and the Earth was in pieces. At one point, I was on the floor looking up through backwards binoculars with fisheye lenses unable to recognize my friends anymore. It was a long, long day and the strongest trip I ever took.
I picked up a hitchhiker on the way to see the Dead at the Cow Palace one New Years. He paid me with 30 peyote buttons. He had about 2000 in his back pack.
Didn't eat shrooms until High Sierra Music Festival a few years back. I fell in love with a tall tree and her beautiful fractals.
Last weekend of March this year I was given Dilaudid in the hospital. Talk about hallucinations!
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