The Time My LSD Trip Suddenly Ended, and What I Learned About GOD

in #psychedelics8 years ago (edited)

I’ll never forget the first time I tripped on acid. I was with my two best friends in the world, and then one other guy who, after that crazy night, also became one of my best friends.

The funny thing about LSD is that you could take it and literally do absolutely nothing, and still feel like you’ve had one of the greatest experiences of your life. That’s what we did that night – absolutely nothing. We holed ourselves up inside an apartment and went on an eight-hour carnival ride of the mind.

The only memory I have about that night is the four of us lying on our backs on the dining room floor staring up at the bottom of a table, giggling in astonishment; astonishment at absolutely nothing. We may very well have lain in that position for eight hours straight.

As with most drugs, the first time on LCD is usually the best. Every time after that, I don’t remember how many there were, I had hoped to reproduce that same otherworldly first-time feeling. They all fell short.

We came close the next time the four of us dropped acid together, this time at my house. To make things interesting, we bought a big pack of glow sticks. At some point in the night, one of us decided it would be a good idea to break them open and sling the glowing liquid all over the walls and on each other.

My living room looked like a planetarium.

People who do drugs together form a sort of bond. I wanted to experience this connection with everyone I met, so I became a fervent drug-evangelist. If someone had never smoked weed, I wanted to get him or her high. If someone had never tripped, I wanted to be the one to give the experience.

A Trip Like No Other

My dad was a professional scuba instructor and would frequently travel down to the Bahamas. Occasionally he would take me with him.

On one of those trips (the real kind to an actual place), I met a girl from Atlanta. I don’t actually remember her name so I’ll just call her “my friend.” We hooked up and hit it off, so she came a few months later to visit me where I was living in Memphis.

We had gotten high together in the Bahamas, but she had never tripped on acid, and so I began to witness to her. I won here over, and she agreed to try it.

It’s smart to make sure you’re in a controlled environment when you trip, especially with a first-timer, because you never know exactly what’s going to happen. So we decided to hang out in my bedroom.

Just so things didn’t get too out of hand, I tried to ease her in gently. We each took half a hit and waited. Forty-five minutes went by and I asked how she was feeling. She said she wasn’t sure, which to me sounded like, “I feel normal.”

I didn’t want the experience to be anti-climactic because I had really talked it up. So I said, “Hey, let’s go ahead and take another whole hit each so we can make sure it works.” Since she was following my lead, she was like, “Yeah, okay, whatever.”

The smart thing would have been to just take another half hit each, but I obviously wasn’t thinking straight having just taken a half hit of acid.

Well, it didn’t take long until we were both starting to peak. The next thing I know, she’s curled up in the fetal position on my bed completely unresponsive. I tried to speak to her and started shaking her, but there was nothing. No response. Her body was there, but she was someplace else.

I was tripping really hard by this time, so I couldn’t figure out if she was alive or dead. I began to grow anxious and a little paranoid and slipped into what’s commonly referred to as a “bad trip.”

If you’ve never experienced a bad acid trip, it’s hard to explain to you how awful it is. Imagine the worst nightmare you’ve ever had, and the terror you still felt when you woke up, and then multiply that by ten.

A dark cloud had descended over my mind. I started to question whether or not I would ever feel normal again. I again tried to wake up my friend, shaking her and yelling. There was still nothing. She looked to me like she was dead.

I began to contemplate calling an ambulance, to take her to the hospital in case she really was dying. Then I thought, “Wait, if I call them they’ll ask what I gave her.” As paranoid as I felt, I still managed to reason, “Well, getting arrested would be better than her dying.”

I felt complete and utter dread, and didn’t know what to do. I tried to tell myself over and over that she was okay and that eventually this would all end and life would continue as normal. The panic only intensified when I realised we were just a few hours into this trip and we still had another five to seven hours before the effects of the drug wore off. Even if it did end, I couldn’t imagine feeling this way for that long

With no where else to turn, I decided to pray.

I was not a religious person, although I did grow up with my parents in and out of a few churches. I had never intellectually rejected God’s existence, but I certainly had no desire to talk to Him or read a Bible. The thought of going to a church was repulsive to me.

But in that moment of desperation, without much forethought, I cried out to God for help. It was my last-ditch effort before calling an ambulance.

I still remember exactly what I said.

God, if you get me out of this, I will never do this drug again.

It wasn’t even a request. It was more of an arrangement, a deal. You give me something I want, and I’ll give you something I think you want.

Immediately after offering up my little deal to God, something unusual happened. My entire range of sight was filled with what looked like a giant M.C. Escher drawing of interwoven doves, with a rainbow pulsating through it.

Granted I was tripping, but this was more visual than anything I had ever experienced before. Furthermore, it was very spiritual imagery and very vivid. Since the time of the ancient Hebrews, doves have been representative of God’s presence and the rainbow a sign of God’s promise and protection.

After a few moments of flipping out on these M.C. Escher doves, I suddenly came to. The feelings of dread washed away and I sat up on my bed completely in my right mind. I looked over, and my friend was sitting up as well. She was also completely normal, no longer tripping.

I asked her what was going on and why she was unresponsive. She said she didn’t really know but she just felt trapped and couldn’t move.

I still remember telling her, “We were just having a bad trip and I prayed and then it stopped. This wasn’t supposed to be over yet.” She just shrugged her shoulders and didn’t seem to understand the significance of what had happened.

I don’t know if you believe in God or in miracles, but to me in that moment, I knew something inexplicable had happened. I looked at the clock and it was about 2:30am. We had taken our second hit only three hours before at around 11:30pm. It was supposed to take at least another five hours before we were back in our right minds.

Here’s a timeline of the typical LSD trip…

You might be thinking, maybe there was something wrong with the acid. Maybe it wasn’t very potent. I looked for ways to explain it away myself. But I had taken this same acid a few weeks earlier and had a normal eight-hour trip. It was definitely potent.

I couldn’t have verbalized it at that time, but looking back on that experience, I can see that I learned three things about God that would go on to radically reshape my view of the world.

God exists.

I think I already believed that there was a God. My prayer seemed to have assumed that he was there, and also that he cared how I lived. But for the first time, I felt that my life had been personally impacted by his existence. God had invaded my life in a tangible way.

It was simply a matter of cause and effect for me. The effect was the removal of my mental torment through the canceling of the influence of LSD. The cause was God responding to my request. I felt that I had encountered more than an impersonal force or power, more than ultimate reality, but a transcendent and all-powerful being.

God is listening.

It’s one thing to acknowledge that a creator exists, but another to believe that he is a person that can be known. This experience taught me that I could never be a deist. I could never believe that God created the universe but then left it to function on its own. He was close enough to hear my prayer.

Because he heard me, I reasoned that he could be known. This encounter with God laid the basis for my belief that he is not only transcendent, but he is imminent. He is intimately involved in the affairs of my life. He is amongst us.

God is not silent.

Not only did God hear me, but he also responded. He saw past the fact that I didn’t even make a request but instead tried to twist his arm. I made a promise that, assuming he is omniscient, he knew I would later break. And yet, he was not silent.

God revealed to me through the imagery of that vision that he was with me and that he cared about my pain. Then he reached down and removed my mental torment and anguish and replaced it with total peace. He showed me that he is good.

From a philosophical perspective, I learned that God did not create a closed system that was determined from the beginning, but rather one that is open to his intervention; a world that he could reach down into and reorder.

The Promise Breaker

Although my mind was opened to truth that morning, I didn’t fully embrace a life of faith in God. That didn’t happen for another nine months. I went about my life trying to deny the significance of what had happened to me.

A few months later, my favourite band, Widespread Panic passed through Memphis and having already seen them play four times over the previous year, I wasn’t going to miss them in my hometown.

It was also a given that I would ingest some kind of hallucinogenic drug before going to the show. I just had one problem. Acid was easy to find, but I had promised never to touch it again.

I did have a loophole. I hadn’t made any promises about tripping on mushrooms. Unfortunately, my buddy who was supposed to bring the shrooms that night showed up empty-handed. I faced a moral delimma.

Do I break my promise to God and drop acid, or do I keep my promise and go to a Widespread Panic show with nothing more than a bag of weed. It seemed like a travesty. Being someone who was more ruled by emotion than principle, I broke my promise.

I still remember how I felt when I walked outside and looked up at the sky just after putting that little square piece of paper in my mouth. I felt that I had betrayed someone who had been so very kind to me.

I quickly brushed those negative thoughts under the rug of my conscience and went about my evening. Turns out, someone gave me some mushrooms once I got to the show so I ended up tripping on both. At one point I remember looking down at my feet and counting sixteen tows. It was another crazy night, but that was the last time I ever tripped on LSD.

What do you think?

Do you believe there is a God, as I described him? Why or why not?

Have you ever had an experience that didn’t fit your worldview? How did you explain it?

Have you ever prayed in a moment of desperation? What happened?

I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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I believe in God, perhaps not exactly as you described him, but maybe close.

One thing I think about prayer is, it doesn't actually prove the existence of God one way or another. If it doesn't work, that doesn't mean that God exists. If it does work, that doesn't mean that God exists... it could just be some unexplained ability of the human mind.

However, I tend to think that everything we experience is an expression of God, and so, whatever happened to you that night is "evidence" of God, particularly powerful evidence subjectively, but perhaps no more evidence objectively than say, a sunset, or looking at an ant's face.

One thing I like to say is that "God" is a class of experience which inspires us to be better than we are - a peak experience. When we live through something like that, it's almost like we can't help but be changed. Like bright sunlight shining on a leaf, we are nourished and transformed.

Thanks for your post.

Thanks @churdtza. I think that's really insightful and I agree that whether something changes after prayer is not necessarily evidence for or against God's existence. How much of knowing God is subjective versus objective is an important discussion. I do think there should be a rational, objective basis to faith, not just our subjective experience. I don't think I learned enough through that experience to truly relate to God at the deepest level possible.

Impressive post. I'm following you now. I hope I can read more stuff like this from you in the future. - I think that there is some higher intelligence, that is intervening in the life of people in critical moments. I experienced it myself once.

Cool, thanks. Would love to hear that story sometime. Followed you back!

So would you say you have an experiential epistemology? What you experience determines your justified belief and truth? What if your experiences fool you? What if your memories of those experiences (which change when we access them) fool you? What if we don't fully understand the human body well enough to understand how it will react every time given various substances at various times? What weight do you give to what we know of the human mind and its desire to give meaning to everything, even when it shouldn't?

You might enjoy the topics discussed here: http://changingminds.org/explanations/theories/a_belief.htm

Also, the books Thinking, Fast and Slow and Predictably Irrational. Stay on the journey of truth and improving your epistemology. That, I think, leaves to long-term well-being.

I knew I could count on you for some thought provoking questions. :)

I won't claim that my epistemology is air-tight, and I'm open to the possibility that I'm wrong, but I'd say I rely on revelation, reason and experience. I would not say I have an experiential epistemology, as I don't believe experience can be fully trusted. Experience should confirm what we believe to be reality, or it can awaken us to truth, but faith should be rooted in reason, and ultimately revelation. Taking an existential leap of faith without an objective basis of belief to me seems unwise because yes, experiences can fool you. Ultimately though, if there really is a God, then revelation is the only means by which we can truly know him.

Would you agree though that it's impossible to escape our presuppositions when determining our epistemology? It seems to me that it's impossible to decide how we arrive at ultimate truth without first establishing a certain starting point. For example, if you presuppose that there is no God and we can only gain knowledge through observation, then revealed truth from God through a "sixth sense" will never form part of your epistemology. If I on the other hand reason that there is a God, and that he speaks, then it would naturally lead to a trust in divine revelation. That may sound to you like circular reasoning but I've never known anyone who could approach these questions without first taking up certain presuppositions that lead naturally to certain conclusions.

Thoughts?

How do you define revelation? What separates it from an "experience" of the physical world and labeled a "revelation" by your brain?

Discussing presuppositions gets into much deeper philosophical territory. I personally try to go with humility, skepticism, logic, reason, empirical evidence, and the scientific method... at least, that's my goal. Why? Isn't that all subjective? Well... yeah, maybe. But, so far, in my 37 years or life, that mix seems to work best and is (IMO) better than what I was previously doing. I'm open to adjusting it at any time, and I do recognize my own measuring is also flawed. I boil it down to building a world I and the people I love want to live in. That involves increasing human well being (both my own and others). Aspects of religion help with this quite a bit, but I think psychology, neuroscience, science, etc can help us know a little more about why aspects of religions are so helpful and why other aspects are so destructive.

We share the same desire - to build a world I and the people I love want to live in. I'm completely open to insights from psychology, neuroscience and science in general as I believe they can help us better understand the processes through which God works. And yes it's disappointing that religion (which I would sometimes differentiate from truth) sometimes makes people act in ways that are counter productive in bringing about positive societal change (escapism, abuse of influence, etc.)

Regarding revelation as a basis for my epistemology, my starting point is that we are spiritual beings and more than "matter in motion." As spiritual being we have an ability to "hear" God's voice and to "see" him in a spiritual sense. How is this different than an experience of the physical world? It's not, except that there's a measure of faith required. Not a blind leap of faith but one based on a reasonable decision to trust that the eye witness accounts of Christ's resurrection are trustworthy. This brings up another question but I'll ask on your post where you tell your story of changing your world view.

Thanks for the stimulating dialogue.

Thanks Jason!

based on a reasonable decision to trust that the eye witness accounts

My study of the reliability of eye-witness accounts really impacted my views there. Humans are provably really bad at this. If that's the extraordinary evidence we have for the extraordinary claims made, we should probably get some better evidence (IMO).

Also, I think faith is separate from trust (though many put them together). For me, trust is based on experience and empirical evidence, demonstrated consistently over time.

If your answer to accepting a revelation-based epistemology is "We're spiritual beings", how do you know you're not begging the question?

As spiritual being we have an ability to "hear" God's voice and to "see" him in a spiritual sense.

I'm not a fan of this language because few I've ever met who follow God claim to physically "hear" him. It's incorrect language which prevents our logic and reason from kicking in effectively. Same goes for "seeing" God. Our eyes are not involved in that process. To me, it would be more accurate to describe these events as experiences, often emotional ones, which get interpreted by our brains and labeled. Which labels are used depends greatly on where you are born (Christian, Hindu, Muslim, Buddhist, etc).

Interesting tale. I gotta say, the "smart thing to do" would have been to wait another 45 minutes... Every time you take that shit it can do different things to you, at different time frames, even if the little picture in the cardboard is one you've eaten before...

Yeah, good point. I definitely got a little impatient.

My golden rule when it comes to psychedelics is to NEVER re-dose! :) Acid, especially, can be tricky because it can be hard to notice the early signs of coming up. I have also had several trips, where i spent a mostly unknown amount of time pondering about Gods existence. I never felt any divine presence, or anything like it, and to this day i am still an atheist.

Thanks for sharing that. What do you think it would take for you to believe there is a God?

very good read, Ive never dropped acid before so I have no idea how the trip would be, but i have had bad trips before, and its crazy scary! not knowing whats real or fake really gets to me and why I prefer marijuana over anything else.

Thanks, crazy scary indeed. It's been a long time since I've done any drug and I enjoy life without them. For me, I think I was using drugs to escape from a deeper pain of people that were important to me doing me wrong.

Every irrationality is immoral. All addiction is irrational, so it is immoral

I'm not sure I understand what you mean. The basis of right and wrong is whether something is rational or irrational. Fair enough. But what do you classify as addiction? Could you be addicted to something that's good for you? Would that be immoral?

My point is, morality = rationality. Every addiction is by definition irrational, so it is always imoral, even if it seems to be temporalily good for you.

Awesome Post! Thanks for sharing many people aren't willing to share there God experiences.

Thanks @melek. I appreciate you reading it.

never go scuba diving on lsd, you may never come back again...

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