![]() ![]() In that moment, almost, merged with all that existed, became all that existed, there was nothing else.Įgo death is one of the side effects of LSD. Congested water pipe of my brain had burst free and released. Skull and flesh and body the last constrains to freedom. Could have reached out and grabbed the cheeky buggers. ![]() Mind yearned to be free of body, but I held tight. ![]() Falling to where the ground used to be, I grabbed the pavement. Running out into the street alone, dark night evaporated, I was left facing a never-ending expanse of white nothingness. A world unlocked on LSD.įour hours into the trip I had gone blind. Interesting that something synthetic creates a link to that which is overwhelmingly natural. It appears the drug itself wishes to pull its user closer to the natural world, closer to the ecosystem we’re sometimes so eager to forget we are a part of. LSD ‘opens up’ the thalamus, letting in information otherwise off limits the sounds a dog hears which we can’t, the colours a bird sees that we cannot comprehend. It is argued that the real world around us is not the one we perceive, the thalamus choses what sensory information it wishes us to comprehend. He continued to use the drug throughout the rest of his life, dying at one hundred and two.Ī recent study by Katrin Preller shows how the use of LSD affects the thalamus the part of the brain that relays sensory and motor signals, as well as regulation of consciousness and alertness. Its psychedelic properties were first discovered accidentally by Swiss alchemist, Albert Hoffman in 1943. Poor decision summed up as flat owner Jack rocked back and forth on his chair, arms wrapped around himself, eyes stone still, mouth wide “I should have done half.”ĭiethylamide of d-lysergic acid, better known as LSD-25, is a semi synthetic chemical compound. Deliberation preceded action and decision, half a tab? One? two? Two for me. Yes, bodies would lie mangled on the street, but something, the thing that made me me would survive, and float, forever.Įight hours earlier we had taken two tabs of acid, six of us in cold flat midwinter. Like the plane that pulls up and over the mountains as the peaks emerge from the fog. If I grabbed and squeezed and pushed us through the glass falling to the ground below, I knew we would survive. Three stories below to the cobbled street. The White Ego Death, Solipsism and Nature. ![]()
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