BACKSTORY (before the trip) I’m in complete panic, my Id is missing and I have a red eye flight in 10 hours and me being me I was so worried I wouldn’t be a lie to bored I went to the airport 10 hours early in a complete rush to clear things up with the TSA and see if they would let me in, I call a lyft grab my luggage and go, I get in this lyft and say in the front explaining my anxiety to the driver and ask to play some music. About a quarter way through the ride I asked him what type of music he liked and he said classical I asked why and he said it helps him think about life so I switched up the vibe to classical, Whitch ended up having us discussing life and what it means and how to be and what it means to be and he left me with such a beautiful message I almost cried, the message was, “the funny thing about a peach tree is that it bears this beautiful, exotic, delicious fruit, however the fruit is not for the tree the fruit is for everyone else to enjoy and savor” absolutely blew my mind and needed to here that, at this point he drops me off at the airport and hopes I get through
THE AIRPORT as I arrived I told one of the attendants about my situation and asked if there was anyway I could get through without a id, she said I could but they would hand search my bag, that’s when I realized I had 1 and a little over half of my 4-aco-dmt pills in my journal I had stuffed in my bag before leaving in such a rush, I felt I had no choice, I swallowed one whole 25 mg pill and snorted the other half and went through security and hand searching my bag he ends up finding my Id lol, prior to this I’ve only ever snorted half, so I’m sitting in the airport kind of just waiting and then the first wave came
THE FIRST WAVE I began to feel heavy things began to pop out, Walls shifting slightly and a very familiar feeling began to brew within my stomach rising up to my solar plexus touching my heart every now and then, but it was more present then ever and I began to slightly panic due to the uncomfortableness of it all so I began to walk around small the LAX airport. I met a man playing piano very beautifully I each note was blissful and when he finished I spoke with him about how and why he started playing where he was going and soon we parted ways, as I was walking back looking for somewhere to sit the visuals grew more and more intense and I felt more and more heavy and as I found a seat the I began to listen to some songs, que sera sera Whitch the lyft driver actually told me about and “my psychopharmacologist and I” closing my eyes it was like watching all these strange connections form I’m guessing within my brain but it was beautiful all the different arrays of color and it’s pretty indescribable soon the music came to be to much and so did everything I walked to find another seat that was a little less crowded and kind of laid in this seat and then the second wave came.
THE SECOND WAVE As soon as my butt hit the seat this intense feeling of what I describe now as pure primitivity, the animistic side of being human coursing and pulsating through my body, the visuals became overwhelming intense and I kind of just lied there in my seat unsure what to do, at that moment I was looking at a stainless steel pole in the airport and I saw Satan you know the goat sitting cris cross holding two fingers up he was wearing a robe with all these weird Hebrew symbols forming on it. At that moment frightened, I closed my eyes and prayed, I’m not sure for how long but I opened my eyes again and he was gone I felt slightly better but I was trippin way to hard for the lax airport and I knew it this intense wave of psychedelia I guess you could say haunted from what I had just experienced but it was still extremely intense and I honestly just wanted it to end I got up moved to another seat and regretted my decision of taking the drug and for a moment hated myself, I wasn’t sure what to do with it all, I sat and I tired to sleep but I couldn’t but I ended up thinking positively told myself that it would wear off and for now to just enjoy the ride but I knew I was really tripping hard so I tried to google what to do if you are tripping to hard but trying to read was near impossible with how intense the visuals were but I ended up calling a good friend of mine and she helped a lot but when I hung up the third wave came
THE THIRD WAVE now this was honestly just a whole wave of extremely intense visuals to such a degree that I could not function this wave was such a blur that all I remember is getting up walking around that being to much sitting down trying to convince myself the visuals weren’t that bad and then realizing that they were beyond intense for the fucking lax airport, at times things were beautiful and so colorful and crazy and really just extremely extravagant but then it became to much and I didn’t know what to do with myself, soon things slowed and I called another friend who helped immensely we talked for about 30 or so minutes I found my predicament quite humorous considering I was definitely the only one tripping that fucking hard at the airport and began to laugh a lot. I believe I was speaking louder then I should have been but I even found that funny. The visuals were still very intense tracers the walls and floor just looked like fluid that would move constantly, when I got off the phone with my friend the 4th wave hit
THE 4TH WAVE this wasn’t as intense as the last few but it just felt like I was traveling through time and space it’s self I was wondered aimlessly around the airport I ended up calling my friends again just checking in letting them know what was going on with the trip, this wave of the trip should’ve been the trip to begin with and even that was intense
THE COMEDOWN it was very smooth I listened to music talked with a wide variety of people in the airport met some beautiful people had some beautiful conversations and bordered my flight safely and I sat next to a dog Whitch I loved
I hope you enjoyed my adventure I love you all