The themes present in your mind before a journey tend to play out in the journey. In the case of the half tab of acid I took a few weeks back, I had recently heard news from my father about my brothers and the land where we grew up. Unintentionally I went in with the question, ‘How did these relationships go totally to shit when there was another time when we were friends?”
At first, I was bummed that this story and question were invading my psychedelic journey, but eventually, I had to accept that this was where my mind was going. Once I did, I could dissect a moment fourteen years ago when things began to fall apart. I pinpointed the singular event when things changed and the following moments when I became aware that things had changed. From there, all the resulting events made narrative sense. It was like a constellation appearing. I understood the how and the why. Far from right and wrong, it was simply what had occurred and why.
When I came back to myself, it was with great relief. With this greater understanding of this sad state of things, the loops of creative problem-solving stopped. I could accept it and realize that there is nothing to be done. This is how the story played out. It is.
The acid brain allowed me to focus on the precise details of a complex story and locate the root for a considerable time (actually I’m not clear on time, it may have all happened very quickly!). I am certain that LSD is very good for all kinds of creative problem-solving at these lighter doses if you prime the mind to work on a particular problem.