Been reminiscing today about an incredibly weird experience I had, figured I'd share it for you're entertainment (and thoughts)
Very experienced adventurer here- with swimming legs and merit badges for a host of three four and five lettered and numbered acronyms.
The tale I'm about to relay is one involving LSD- which so happens to be the substance I'm most familiar with, though no longer in love with, not in small part thanks to the story I'm about to tell.
One fine evening, I met up with some friends I hadnt seen in a long while; after dinner, they took off to go visit family and left me cabin sitting for them. They had a tiny cabin in the woods in northern california- in a fairly remote place. Huge cedars, beautiful loamy forest, manzanita and posion oak.
In said cabin, I had my new jericho 6 string baritone electric guitar, as well as a full size yamaha electric piano that were both begging for my attention. With the nearest neighboors being a half mile up the dirt road, the evening just begged for some LSD and some shredding ^headbangemoji^
I just so happened to have a tab of acid that I had been saving for a special occasion; and decided that this was the time. But, not wanting to trip so hard, I only ate half of the tab. I'd been carrying it around for months, and figured due to heat and handling, it would be a very mild dose.
Boy was I fucking wrong.
After a short time I started coming up hard. Super rocky like- like a spaceship experiencing atmospheric turbulence upon reentry but in the opposite direction.
Hmm I think, this is odd- it feels like I took at least 10 times what I took- and I know that this isn't strong LSD.
At this point, it's storming outside, raining, loud thunder; getting kind of cold in the cabin, so I pull myself together best as possible and venture outdoors to grab some wood for the woodstove- Outdoors the storm feels charged- electric - malevolent, and I head back in as quick as possible.
After a few minutes, the door opens violently, and in from the storm storms the two neighboors from up the road. Both of whom were people I used to live with on a commune close by.
''Did you DOSE US?!' Paul asks super aggro. 'We're frying reallllly hard' beatrice adds' At this point the energy in the room is just fucking weird- they both seem even more spun than I was. I try to explain that I'm also tripping mega- 'You dosed us' Paul is still accusing me.
I'm able to diffuse this situation thank god, as the energy in that room was the stuff that murder is made of, and am able to explain to him that, while I am also flying higher than I'd like, that there was no possible way for me to dose them as A, I had only the one tab that I ate.
I make this sound simple here, but It was probably a 15 minute back and forth.
Bea goes on to explain herself, that both of them had been on a bit of an acid bender over the last few months, and we're eating large large doses- and qutie familar with what a ten strip felt like, but that evening, they'd both only taken a small dose (of their own stash) and now felt like theyd eaten 20+ each.
That energy finally cools off a bit, and we collectively accept that something fucking weird spiked our individual acid stashes, and they head back up to their house.
I spend the rest of the night doing my best to hold myself together, and I admit, not doing a very good job of it.
so, the question remains,
What the FUCK was that?
What could possibly have been the cause that two separate groups of people, who just so happened to take DIFFERENT LSD at about the same time, within half a mile of eachother, could suddenly start experiencing trips that were far far far more potent than the dose should have provided?
Geomagnetic Solar storms?
Eclipse of the Mothership?
Sasquatch's Subsonic mating call?