This remarkable, sometimes incoherent transcript illustrates a phantasmagoria of fear, terror, grief, exaltation and finally breakdown. Its highlights have been compressed on this recording to make their own disquieting points.

The time is 9:30 pm, 1 hour after the participants have eaten sugar cubes saturated with LSD. We hear brian and his fellow travelers observing their gradual transformation. Brian's been amusing his friends by chewing on some plastic flashbulbs. Brians' mood is gradually changing, he orders all of his friends into another room, closes the door, he sits alone on a wooden floor, visible only by the dim light shining from the bathroom. He talks to himself.

The time is now 1 am, Brian is unable to snap his fingers and terminate the trip, which continues. He sobs, as his joy turns to fear.

Brians' rocky journey ended 12 hours after it had so innocently begun, he was shattered by it.

This young man never had a bummer in some 33 LSD trips. Every one of them was a delight, everything under control. He needed only to snap his fingers and down he came, anytime. But on voyage 34 he finally met himself coming down an up-staircase, and the encounter was crushing.

The LSD trip is a pilgrimage far out beyond your normal mind, into that risky and revelatory territory which has been explored for thousands of years by mystics and visionary philosophers.

Well, I never think that when I'm 21, I'm 21- I think of tomorrow or this minute... And hope there's a tomorrow, 'cause I don't like what's going on in the world. I'm scared of that, more than drugs. I'm not afraid of them...I'm just... I'm just scared you know?

We're told that perhaps a million Americans, most of them young people, have made the LSD experience part of their lives. Is this a social menance and a cause for alarm? I don't think so. I see nothing less than the speedy evolution of a new, indigenous religion.

I'm just... I'm just scared you know? Everybody is... pretty uptight.
I'm just... I'm just scared you know?

The LSD religionist knows that the temple of worship is the human body, that the shrine must be located, not in a public place, but in the privacy of your own home, and that the congregation cannot extend beyond your family and your closest friends...

(...) For psychedelics are stimulators of ideas and feelings,
but generally these ideas and feelings would express themselves
constructively rather than violently or destructively.

Is this really necessary?