LSD

January 1970 I don't remember the first time I took LSD. I do know that I only took a half of a tablet for fear that I may go insane. I heard somewhere that there were people who went on permanent trips and ended up in insane assylums, so I entered the world of LSD with caution. Because I took only partial tablets for the first couple of times, I never hallucinated and therefore began to believe that hallucinations were just myths passed around by the media. I also learned from the media that LSD users often claimed to have religious experiences talking to God, which I didn't know what to think of. Everything I knew about LSD changed in January 1970. I sat in the basement of my friend Pat. There were about 6 or 7 of us there and I had some Acid (LSD) I obtained earlier. I took the whole pill, smoked a lot of pot and sat at a table staring at a candle flame. On the verge of hallucination, just before things got crazy, something or someone claiming to be God inwardly talked to me, telling me someone very big was going to die a few months from then. I knew the person mentioned to me but didn't take it seriously until the death occurred at the given time. I didn't really take this "God event" seriously, until the death took place. 

Seconds after I heard "god" tell me the future, I reached over to get a cigarette, my arm broke into a dozen slices up and down. "Wow," I exclaimed. My conclusion about acid being non-hallucinagenic changed in a moment. I loved it. All around me the colors and sounds began to distort. After four hours of fun and feeling great, a heavy paranoia settled in. I was still climbing, getting higher and higher. The hallucinations and the feelings inside were getting more intense. I began to wonder, "Am I going to get down at all? Am I going to go on a permanent trip? Are they going to have to put me away in some mental institution for the rest of my life because I am insane... permanently high on LSD? The fear was intense - more than I ever felt fear before. For two hours I walked back and forth in a panic feeling tremendous paranoia, until after six hours of hallucination I began to come down. I was relieved but still wanted to stay high - just not hallucinating anymore. 

 It was the first of many trips I took on Acid. I used to keep a journal about my drug days. By Senior year of High School I was high 28-30 days a month. I never had any more God talks on drugs, and it took a couple of years for me to be able to discover who I was really talking to.