- Vendor: Gammagoblin
- Market: Direct deal via PushingTaboo
- Product: 100x 100ug LSD
- Price: $215 plus $3 for standard mail
- Shipping: EU to western US, 11 days from order to my mailbox
- Stealth: Vacuum sealed, visual barrier. This is absolutely sufficient, and I would not hesitate to conduct another international LSD purchase from GG. However, I do appreciate decoys/hidden product seen from other vendors including BlueViking
- Quality: Potency was as expected in the context of tabs purchased from House of Spirit and BlueViking.
- Comments: I chose GammaGoblin's personal site over any current market because I have purchased from him before (2C-B, superb product) and consider purchases through his site less of a risk. Sheets listed for $215? Sign me the fuck up. The tabs are relatively large -- I prefer smaller tabs because they are easier to disguise and consume. I am on the fence regarding the "LSD is LSD" argument. That said, in terms of the comparison, I would say that my favorite LSD was from BV. I purchased his 150ug tabs early this summer, and one and a half tabs (225ug) at a festival kicked me to the fucking curb in the best way. I have never seen tracers so long, or eaten tabs so potent. I ate it for three days straight, and each day was as glorious as the last (accomplished by doubling successive doses). HoS LSD was, in my opinion, unremarkable. Cheap, effective, but did not leave any particular impressions and I found her attitude over the top. This acid from GG was closer to BV than HoS, although I experience incredible synesthesia from GG that I haven't gotten from any other tabs (see below).
Trip Report Set and Setting This was to be my first solo psychedelic experience in over a year, following a period of prolonged travel and multiple moves leading up to my recent enrollment in a pharmacology related PhD program in a distant town. I am brimming with anticipation, overdue for the reflection and humility that a solitary LSD experience provides. Armed with the LSD, my light gloves, bluetooth headphones, a genuine "booty shakin'" playlist, my freshly cleaned and organized 1 bedroom apartment, and a newfound sense of self-reliance, capability, and manhood. This is going to be awesome.
At 4pm, I administer a dose of 150ug (a tab and a half) sublingually for thirty minutes before spitting it out (in the past I used to eat the blotter, but my body has developed a nauseating reaction to paper, not unlike its learned reaction to the smell/texture of mushrooms...).
I grab one of my instruments from the wall, a ukulele I purchased in SE Asia, and relax on my couch as lethargy washes over me during the course of 40 minutes. I contemplate my place in the world, Albert Hoffman's LSD: My Problem Child (I just read it) and what I can offer through my own academic pursuits beyond my underdeveloped goals of "spreading smiles" that I had solidified from trips as a younger man. By 5:20, the lethargy is subsiding.
Weeks ago, I purchased an enormous mirror (9' x 4'), which stood in front of and forced a confrontation with my self-image. Most people I know despite mirrors during heavy trips -- I crave the challenge, the fierce critique of my face, my body, my soul. Lost in this mental battle, the music is becoming more than auditory information -- I can FEEL it in my arms, my legs, my spine. Suddenly, a high energy beat arrives on my shuffled playlist. I grab my headphones and struggle to sync them with my phone... It happens. I am ecstatic with excitement, like a surfer who is paddling furiously to catch the largest, most beautiful wave of his life. I am ready to lose my goddamn booty. Flume begins to play... I frantically put my light gloves on my hands. Lights off, gloves on, volume up in the headphones. As the noise in my headphones drowns out the rest of the world, synesthesia erupts through my brain, sending blissful signals cascading into my visual cortex. At one point, I was forced to lay down and shut my eyes, overwhelmed with the bizarre and remarkable neural storm instigated by the LSD as I saw purple, green, and white form cubes behind my eyelids in tandem with the climax of the song.
In the mirror, the collected and wise Jsquestions has disappeared --SpaceJsquestion has replaced him, with electric domes covering his ears and brilliant globes of pulsing purple, blue, and silver at his finger tips. Sent from the future, SpaceJsquestions is here to collect all booties and scatter them into the universe, where they will be lost for eternity.
I have been gloving for quite some time, and while giving light shows is supremely entertaining, my real joy comes from utilizing the lights in a more holistic dance method. Twirling, spinning, gyrating, pulsing, my hands and body move in a stunning and mesmerizing torrent of beats and crescendos, utilizing every square foot of the enormous mirror, enamored with my own movement. I shamelessly think to myself, "this is beautiful."
I become exhausted. I wrote in my trip journal the following message: The universe has jerked me off, and wrote "WOLFGANG GARTNER IN HEADPHONES" with the splooge.
This was the bulk of my experience, and by 8:30 SpaceJsquestions is eager for a break. I try to take a walk to see some of the more elaborate Christmas lights in my neighborhood, but there are too many cars out and all I feel is a harrowing sense of discomfort and insecurity. I walk back home, where I play some calm, sad music. I think back to a long term relationship that ended because of my choice to begin this PhD program, and anguish over the love lost. As I continue to confront this emotion, I recognize that in the wake of this breakup I have found eudaimonia -- a sense of happiness that comes from within. In my sadness I found an unshakable strength, a strength that I have cultivated and improved over the last few months and will carry into the rest of my life. I feel immense gratitude.
It is 10pm, and I am ravenously hungry but cannot eat, because my sense of taste and texture is too drastic to eat even a banana. I begin to come down, and consider vaporizing some weed, but decide against it. I put on a few episodes of Bob's burgers, and continue to come down until I feel ready to eat some toast and make spaghetti. By 2am, I feel sober, and spend an hour reflecting over everything that I felt, saw, and experienced. It was everything I hoped, complete with Everest-peaks and Mariana's Trench-lows.
Then I realized I have 98 and a half more tabs.
:)
TL:DR Saw a sexy motherfucker in the mirror, lost my booty, cried like a little girl, 10/10 Spacejsquestions will be back.
now thats how you write a report