This event happened more than 5 years ago.
However, it was intense and significant that
it cannot be forgotten.
20 October 2014 Prague.
It was beautiful autumn morning.
I just woke up as a pleasantly warm and spitting
rays of the sun pierced my eyelids.
I eagerly wonder what breakfast is like.
I woke up really with a very good mood which
is very rare for me personally.
for breakfast I ate warm bread with butter
and homemade jam from my best mom in the world
and drank it with hot and fatty chocolate
milk.
yeah .. it was really a breakfast to my liking!
I called a close group of friends and since
it was just Saturday and a beautiful sunny
morning, we all met in a smaller children's
park lined with beautiful flowers near the
river.
My boys and I usually spent weeks on a bottle
of rum with cola, vodka with dzus or ganja.
But this weekend we went to the playground
and we played football.
Everything was in a good mood and I really
enjoyed it until we lost after a hard fight.
"I'm going to buy rum" I said.
The boys nodded in agreement and more money
came into the pot.
it was about 2 pm and the rum jar was empty.
We are sitting in the grass and we are dealing
with how to save the universe.
now We are only 4 and I think to go to Žofín
(it is a beautiful park in the city center
right by the river) which "was" known as the
crossroads of dealers.
Yes, you could get almost everything there,
but most people were mainly on MDMA, LSD,
SHROOMS, WEED and rarely MESCALINE, Cocaine
ETC .. "around 4 pm there could be people
there" I said.
It took about 40 minutes before we got there,
and the sun was slowly coming down the hills,
still warming and giving the place a slightly
romantic touch.
There were really enough people to imagine
about 50 people standing, sitting or lying
on a wall that separates us from a 5 meter
deep ditch or lawn where you can listen to
music mostly dubstep which is not my cup of
tea but I tolerate it.
can be around 4:30 pm and all 4 are sitting
on the wall sipping red wine with a coke and
watching Prague city with a lot of nostalgia
as if I was older than I really am.
In a few moments I get 5g of some ganjas.
The vast majority of models were really strong
INDOOR sativa but here and you could come
across even indica models, which I prefer.
When I got back to the boys I started packing
a gram shotgun in a blunt.
We were 4 so the gram joint was just all right.
Even before I set it up, the guys in the group
were talking about something called a trip.
As soon as I heard it I asked my friend if
he knew what was going on.
He told me he had it once and after that you
see the world more colorful.
no one else in our group knew anything about
it, so I said to see Micky and ask if he has
any trip.
I was happy.
Micky was in Germany some time ago and he
has something.
says "Clearly that I have.
But beware they are really strong.
when I pay 10 € Micky says "this is called
cyclist, have a good time" when I looked at
a tiny piece of paper in which a picture was
printed with a boy on a bicycle, I thought
it would be a drug for children.
Something in the sense of "I guess it won't
be great" I open the bag with I'm going to
eat the paper.
Unexpectedly, Marty appears beside me, and
because of my kind of nature, I offer him
half.
To my surprise, he refuses.
"just a quarter please" I cut the paper and
give it a part.
We return to the others and set fire to the
blunt.
I look at my watch.
4:49 pm.
I inhale thick and milky cannabis smoke and
send the blunt to the wheel.
Before I get back to my blunt, I recognize
a strange onset of energy and unease.
"Sativa" I say to myself.
I love marijuana.
When you treat it the right way, it shows
you the advantages it offers.
I finish the blunt and throw it into the river.
The sun sets beyond the horizon.
Beautiful red in the sky creates an unforgettable
panorama over old Prague.
The 
people in the park are slowly going to the
bars and clubs and we are sitting on the wall.
In that one of us gets a fit of laughter.
Out of Nowhere.
I say if he even breathes.
Gradually we all laugh.
very much.
None of us can say a word.
Not a single word.
There are screams and various accents, reminiscent
of the uncontrollable desire to express what
we are feeling.
In this laughter agony, I forgot the LSD I
have in me.
After about 20 minutes of this madness, we
calmed down and decided to go to the National
Theater, which is called the scene.
When I leave the park I start to feel a strange
restlessness.
I don't participate in conversations and just
listen.
Every word I hear assumes thousands of meanings
that fit perfectly together.
I am amazed at how things can be perceived.
Every word, sentence, facial expression, tons
of voice I perceive and read thousands of
information about the person.
I'm starting to understand others.
when the guys asked me what i felt or what
i was seeing here, I said they are very ignorant
and that they couldn't imagine what i felt
and see.
Previously, I studied a little bit about the
nature of genius where information about Genius's
perception of the world as seen by other people
around him is written, and I am convinced
that the perception of the world on this strange
substance is all too similar to the Genius's
perception.
Of course, it's just my opinion of the way
I experienced it, but I couldn't afford to
enrich you with this interesting comment.
It was about 6:00 pm when we got up and went
to batlezone to play some PC games.
Along the way, I noticed (in the vhirl of
emotions and thoughts that passed like white
lines on the highway) that my coordination
and movement skills were very poor.
I was completely lost in the city center!
I know better than myself?
I wouldn't go anywhere without the boys.
My walk was rocking and almost drunk.
It was dark and I saw the world as a dim and
dark place.
The thin streets of the city were rippling
like at sea, I felt that when I was speaking,
the voice was not coming from my mouth but
from something that wasn't my body.
I felt I was not this body, but a person who
lives in
the body like a prison, although he is unaware
of it in the unconscious state of "normal".
Suddenly I was able to control my emotions.
I could laugh sincerely without any reason.
I could cry for no reason.
I could get into any state of emotion without
any stimulus.
I was not restricted in this state.
I was absolutely pleased with myself.
I began to perceive external friendship and
love as inferior.
The happier I was, the less I was longed for
society.
This state of consciousness is very similar
to that of great scholars and saints who live
outside society sometimes in deep nature and
achieve similar satisfaction with meditation
and renunciation.
Especially the Eastern countries, starting
with India, know these secrets of life perfection.
(I have dedicated myself to them for the last
4 years and I can say that it's really mystical
what happens to me with my consciousness.)
I perceived everything around me very subtly.
Every window in the house, every car or lamp
was part of the essence.
At that moment, I realized that nothing is
coincidental and all has a cause.
or quote from the Bible "You call the forest,
so you hear from the forest" yes karma.
Law of action and reaction of everything.
But if there is an unwritten law like Karma,
there must be one who has introduced that
law.
Who is the witness of everything that happens?
These thoughts came into my mind and left
in the whirl of intensity and emotion.
7pm.
We are finally there.
I pay about 50 € for me and me 2 friends
for an overnight lan party.
Counting money makes me more difficult than
expected.
I remember putting a packet of paper in his
hand and he was returning something that was
more than he wanted.
I'm sitting at a PC and playing some racing
game.
The colors poured in front of me The track
on the monitor changes every moment and after
a few minutes I find out I am completely out
and all the time looking like a spectator
on the other though I was really convinced
that I was driving.
7:30 pm I sit on the couch in the common room
full of confusion.
I drink wine with cola and in front of me
there are individual colors that represent
LSD.
Marty sits down to me and is silent for a
moment.
Then he pronounces the names of the colors
and the letter that stands behind them.
I look at him in amazement.
He keeps repeating it and scares me a little.
I call him silence, silence!
I was afraid I do not know why, all I had
in my head is that Marty reads my thoughts
or sees the same thing I see.
I get up from the couch and see a strange
group of people.
They talk about PC and I care.
I do not feel stupid going to them and start
listening carefully and nodding up and down
like a total retard.
After a while everyone looked at me and I
realized I should probably go.
I went to the bathroom.
The toilet was so ugly and dirty and the smell!
I stood in front of the mirror, looking at
myself, and in a moment the reflection turned
into a deep spiral into which I literally
fell.
A few moments later I woke up again in front
of the mirror and went out for a cigar.
but before I reached the entrance stairs in
the middle of the road I appeared again in
a spiral down in the front of the mirror !! OK
i start to panic.
I rinsed my face with ice water and ran again.
again in half way I was moved back to the
toilets in front of the mirror and the spiral.
This cycle was repeated about 15 times.
In my last desperate attempt, I thought I
was crazy.
OK last desperate attempt.
I am going upstairs.
rays of color all over the wall I go slowly
I can't handle fast movements anymore.
I Keep Going!
I open the door and light a cigarette.
"Woow so it was a very difficult experience"
I told myself.
Friends went out for a cigar too.
I told them I can't handle it downstairs.
That Battlezone was underground.
No windows and everywhere dark and strange
faces.
I told them I was going to the scene for a
better company.
around 8pm I left.
Now the trip was about to peak, which I didn't
know.
I was walking down the busy street and the
people were looking stupid.
Everything was so bright, I wanted to wear
sunglasses, but thank God I didn't have glasses.
The energy pulsed my whole body and my whole
body was covered with electric needles and
when I touched my head I felt my hair stand.
My heart pounded like a heavy exertion and
I started to fall into nervousness and anxiety.
I looked at my hands and the veins of the
big red and gray veins stood out everywhere.
I thought my heart was going to blow.
In a panic, I ran into the nearest pub and
drank the beer of a stranger.
I yelled at her, "I'm dying and needing to
drink."
When I was thirsty and left the pub, I saw
the police standing by the car and watching
what was going on.
I came to them and started to beg them " take
me home to my mom".
The police laughed at me and thought I was
teasing them.
Right in front of the cop At that moment,
a huge energy spilled into my head which was
unmanageable for me.
I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes, and
the cop mimicked me, "breathe".
The Energy, The Strong Energy Of Strange Buzzing
And Coming Right From The Top Of My Head,
Pervaded Me, Stretching My Body Into A Strange
Blissful Spasm That Was More Unpleasant Than
Pleasant.
Dry mouth prevented me from speaking.
Even breathing was so uncomfortable and scratching
that I had to go back to the pub.
I drank a beer at the bar, nobody probably
noticed, so I left.
8:30 pm I'm still a little panic about people
and my healthy.
I want to go home.
I'm recalling the way.
I'm going fast.
I am thirsty, painful thirst, I am afraid
of me being attacked and still and all the
way I have strange hunches that something
bad will happen to me.
9:00 am home baby !! Parents sleeping I go
for a bottle of water and go to bed.
I am lying in bed and one cat is leaning towards
me.
it's weird.
She was never like that and now she wants
to cuddle.
I am lying on my back and the cat lies on
my belly.
The cat purrs happily and it gives me a feeling
of peace and tranquility.
I see strange fractals of alternating colors.
I guess music will be a good choice.
I plug Mozart into my headphones and dive
into the world of musical fantasy.
This captures only one word about it is the
word WOW.
I've always loved classical music for its
purity, depth and perfection but I really
didn't expect that.
For now I have become a great artist able
to see music, feel music, hear it
and understand it perfectly.
I understood perfectly what this Genius wanted
to say and imply with his music.
At this magnificent moment that lasted about
1.5 hours, I knew what true beauty meant.
True magnificence and brilliant impact on
each individual note.
While listening to this music though it's
a little personal I have achieved orgasm and
this orgasm had nothing to do with the sex
side of things nothing to do.
A long, uninterrupted and utterly innocent
musical orgasm.
It was very physically and mentally demanding
moment and at about 11pm I turned on other
music.
more relaxing but there was no astonishment.
Music of this type was boring and I didn't
notice any advantage.
so I decided to play some of the classic I
think it was Schubert and
he made me a real paradise.
Heavenly music.
Schubert has the style of romance and I cry
like a little girl and I can't stop until
the music is over.
Even this listening to me was emotionally
demanding that I felt like a little hypersensitive
teenage girl.
What a wonderful drug.
the next night I met a dealer Micky who gave
it
to me and he told me it was 550 ug original
LSD-25 from germany Frankfurt.
I will never be grateful enough for what he
showed me what the drug showed me and how
LSD changed my whole worldview.
I apologize for my terrible English
