The first time i had visuals off of lsd.

It was about 3 years ago with a two brothers of mine. I had tried gel tabs in the past but we got a new cid plug and these were dropped on paper. The gel tabs had me feeling euphoric but never really had any visuals. Anyway back to the night i first tried paper dripped tabs. After about an hour i had a churning tightness in my stomache like i had to throw up but never did. After 10 min i felt cold but it wasnt temperature wise i later learned it was the energy i felt in the air. I knew ghosts and demons existed in my life due to the fact my great grandma was a black magic witch born with a black veil over her face. So basically my family was destined to be cursed and plagued by negative energy. Fast forward back to the night of the first great experience the entities that haunted me decided to make their presence known. I used to be afraid of the unknown but over the years i grew stronger spiritually. I was chilling in my parents bedroom laying upside down enjoying the swirls and colors starting to be visually present. After a short bit of time had passed i was starting to feel great. I started staring at a painting of 2 cherubs when a feeling of dread hit me out of no where. I watched the angels faces turn demonic and that was the start to an interesting night. Later on i was enjoying the visuals being presented to me when i started hearing voices whispering instructions to do negative things but i ignored them and turned it into my own skrillex dubstep remix. At that point i was aware no matter how bad the trip got i was untouchable to the negative auras. I ended up getting up to walk to my kitchen when something caught my attention in the clouds through my glass sliding door on my back porch. I started to see two big red eyes appear in the clouds. I started feelingbthat dread again thinking God was pissed at me when two claw like arms ripped open the sky and out jumped a 1000 ft clown. Picture the creepiest clown and make it giant. I in no way was afraid of clowns but once it lunged towards me i jumped back to my kitchen where i was standing. I then glanced back out and on my porch was every scary horror character that used to give me nightmares standing there. My brothers said i said nope fuck that shit and circled my table a few times to sit right back down and continue peering out. This was when i realized i no longer felt fear and wuickly i snapped back into happier thoughts. After that i had a great night filled with visions of good and evil but i knew for everything to coexist there needed to be balance. I no longer use the terms good or bad describing a trip. More so just an adventure. I have plenty more stories describing how a trip is not just a fun vision induced time but more a reflective looking glass to peer into the dimentions ones own mind constructs.