Some thoughts concerning the effects of 250 micrograms of LSD taken seven hours ago:
Report on an LSD Experience by Peter Meyer Originally written: 1987-08-04
Last modified: 1997-07-25
Initially I sat in a chair listening to the soundtrack of "Chronos". The time-dilation of the music fitted in well with the initial effects of the acid. I spent the first half-hour dealing with my generalized anxiety — simply handling it, not worrying much about the physical trembling (normal in the trenches). Subsequently I found it difficult to sit upright and I lay down. The effects were profound ... I recognized the need to forgive those who have harmed me, or are trying to do me harm. Then I had an experience of collective humanity drifting through galactic space. This is our future: collective awareness of the divine cosmic ground of the universe. Ideas came to me regarding humanity's present socio-political situation and our true destiny, which is as described in The Starseed Transmissions. 2012 will be the year in which all humanity is united in the realization that we are all one being, and that our destiny is interstellar travel and exploration.
There was, or course, a lot of energy and power. I understood that I (and anyone else who ventures into these realms) am a channel of vast power, with the concomitant obligation to channel that power properly. I was tempted into vast power-schemes, but reminded myself that all this was to be judged by myself in a calmer frame of mind after the drug had worn off.
The trip had two highlights for me. One I have mentioned already, which was the experience of collective humanity drifting in interstellar space, illumined by the divine source of all. The other came later. It was what is described in Buddhist terminology as shunyata, the void.
My experience of this was the realization that, literally, there is nothing. This seems to me now the most profound teaching of this particular acid trip: the revelation that there really is nothing. This is the plain, literal truth. Ultimately, beyond all phenomena, nothing exists. This is pure Madhyamaka philosophy, and I wonder about the connection between this realization and my prior studies in this area. Anyway, in my experience, very stoned, I looked into the heart of reality and found that, indeed, there is nothing. The whole universe in fact does not exist. It is pure collective hallucination. The whole history of the individual, of the human species, of the physical universe, is all a great, wonderful myth, a dream. But the joy is that we can be a part of this great unfolding cultural history — if only we can get our noses out of the materialism of late 20th C. American "culture" and instead raise our minds to take part in the great, ongoing mythic drama of the human species on this planet.
It may be asked: Does not the fact of this unfolding spectable of human and cosmological evolution show that there is something? If there is nothing then how can there be this great unfolding that we see (or could see if we looked)? There seems to be a logical contradiction. Its resolution lies in direct awareness: Awareness on the profoundest level that there really is nothing at all, combined with awareness, at a less profound level, of phenomena. This really defies logic, since logic is predicated on the assumption that something exists. It cannot handle reality, which is that, in fact, there is nothing at all. There are matters here that have to be worked out by subsequent evolution of human understanding.
A couple of days later:
There seemed at times a close contact with certain friends, which was reassuring. There seemed almost a telepathic connection.
I was again reminded of the need for some operating procedures while tripping — much as astronauts rely upon a discipline provided by their training, which allows them to deal with situations in which otherwise they might panic. Certain things need to be remembered, besides the fact that one is under the influence of a drug.
Listening again today to the soundtrack of "Chronos" it occurred to me that the experience of collective humanity drifting through space might be recreated if a large number of people, say, a hundred, trip together under the right conditions. It would be an interesting experiment.
Note added February 13, 2012:
I would gladly publish reports of the many other acid trips that I took prior to starting this website in 1996, but this is the only one that has survived. My most profound trips were in 1967-1969, a dozen or so, and at that time I kept a journal (several notebooks) in which I wrote them up. These notebooks, along with three boxes of books (on oriental and alchemical subjects among others), were left with a friend when I began my extended travelling in 1976. Years passed and I lost contact with this friend and have not been able to locate him. So unfortunately the reports of those acid trips are lost. I do remember, however, that during the very first trip I beheld a vision of the ouroboros (silver, snake-like, convoluted, consuming its own tail) against a background of stars — and within what appeared to be a large birdcage (an image of personal consciousness confined within a physical body?). My most profound spiritual experience occurred in 1968 after taking a large dose of LSD laced with caffeine and while listening to Beethoven's Missa Solemnis at night, alone, in darkness. Since then I have known that there is a profound (and holy) spiritual reality, even though we are mostly locked into consciousness of physical reality. Psychedelics are the quickest and easiest way to unlock one's mind, but they are only for people who seriously want to know.
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