I used it maybe ten times between 1968-70, and enjoyed every experience. I had mild hallucinations, in which a blank wall became a moving pattern, and an Oriental rug was amazing. It was a bit scary to look at another person’s face and see it changing unbeknownst to the person. I loved the feeling of stepping behind or out of or above every thought to examine where that thought came from. If I played my guitar, random notes were just as interesting as actual melodies and chords; listening to music by actual musicians was wonderful.
I don’t have any desire to use it again, even if it were legalized, which it certainly ought to be.
