Dose: 6mg orally followed by 2mg insufflated 2hrs later. I have no tolerance to NMDA antagonists and I'm slightly more sensitive to ketamine and DXM than what I think of as average from reports.
Onset: first alerts in 30 minutes orally, but it really ramped up between the 1:20 and 2hr mark.
Duration: uncertain, I took a hit of LSD a little over two hours after the 6mg dose along with the 2mg insufflated dose and then IM'd ketamine and psilocin about 1.5hrs after that. I think at the 6mg level the peak is probably 2-3hrs with a 2hr decline to a wobbly baseline.
Compared to other dissociatives I've used—ketamine, DXM, nitrous, 4-MeO-PCP—at a similar level of body dissociation there were far more psychedelic effects with 3-MeO-PCP. I should note that I have not experienced impressive psychedelic effects with ketamine by itself, even at high intramuscular doses, which might make my experience less generalizable to the effects many dissociative fans might expect to get from this substance. It was more like my best experience with DXM: translucent, energized and euphoric like a serotonergic psychedelic, but padded out with helium balloons, and with a tendancy to see beauty in things like the shadows of cigarette butts cast in the amber light of dying parking garage lights more than in trees.
I canceled social plans when I decided I was going to take LSD on top of it--a decision I made after it was clear I had plateaued--and walked through a downtown area to get a video to watch after taking the LSD later. The telltale dissociative vibration was humming along nicely by now. It's a synaesthetic sensation that straddles the feeling of biting a Styrofoam dental tray, listening to bees through a tin can, and the smell of cardboard and metal in a walk-in freezer. So I was surprised to find that the scents wafting from the restaurants I passed were pungent and highly evocative despite all that accompanying sterility. I had olfactory hallucinations of linen napkins as I passed an Italian place, and saw them folded into stacks of red triangles in my mind's eye. This type of environmental sensory enhancement is not typical dissociative stuff for me.
I looked through the establishment's front window and scanned the decor. I sensed I was projecting my own memories from my teenage years as a buser onto the workers inside, but with fantastic elaborations. My memories seemed to mingle with the restaurant's atmosphere, then twist together with it and flow through labyrinthine visions of cupboards and clanking ceramic and steam clouds and roll-through dishwashers, which appeared in vivid flashes of imagination posed in strange configurations and concatenated endlessly.
A similar experience delighted me as I passed a department store window and recalled how I used to hide from my mother as a child, giggling in those circular garment racks they always have. Things seemed haunted by memory and overlaid, like they were clad in the personal essences I had projected into them through the years without knowing it and charged with static from their own inimitable textures rubbing against those of memories nearby.
I passed a couple with a smug smile on my face that must of made me look like one confident cock, and realizing it just made me smile more.
When I got home I took the LSD and the 2mg insufflated booster. They kicked in together (kind of), resulting in a joyous and insightful state. I bounded around the two floors of my apartment, gleeful as a child at a some starlight-smacked carnival in outer space. There was a great sense of openness and echo to the combo as well, like watching a storm rumble in from the mountains across a sunlit plain. It all made me want to push the experience further.
I loaded 55mg of racemic ketamine into a syringe mixed with 13mg of synthetic psilocin. I injected about one-sixth of the mixture IM and waited 15 minutes to make sure there was no unexpected potentiation or contraindication between the ket and 3-MeO, then plunged the rest. What transpired afterward was sublime and illuminating, but not the subject of this writing. I mention it simply to report that these drugs mixed together for me as expected at these dosages.
It's difficult to levy a verdict on 3-MeO-PCP after one trial. It could've been a fluke. But I was very impressed, and thrilled to experience so many mental effects from a dissociative at such a low level of body dissociation. I would not recommend anyone start with over 10mg orally. I doubt I will go over 12mg in the near future but I'm fascinated to see if anyone more practiced experiences immersing hallucinogenic visions with it at higher doses.
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Onset: first alerts in 30 minutes orally, but it really ramped up between the 1:20 and 2hr mark.
Duration: uncertain, I took a hit of LSD a little over two hours after the 6mg dose along with the 2mg insufflated dose and then IM'd ketamine and psilocin about 1.5hrs after that. I think at the 6mg level the peak is probably 2-3hrs with a 2hr decline to a wobbly baseline.
Compared to other dissociatives I've used—ketamine, DXM, nitrous, 4-MeO-PCP—at a similar level of body dissociation there were far more psychedelic effects with 3-MeO-PCP. I should note that I have not experienced impressive psychedelic effects with ketamine by itself, even at high intramuscular doses, which might make my experience less generalizable to the effects many dissociative fans might expect to get from this substance. It was more like my best experience with DXM: translucent, energized and euphoric like a serotonergic psychedelic, but padded out with helium balloons, and with a tendancy to see beauty in things like the shadows of cigarette butts cast in the amber light of dying parking garage lights more than in trees.
I canceled social plans when I decided I was going to take LSD on top of it--a decision I made after it was clear I had plateaued--and walked through a downtown area to get a video to watch after taking the LSD later. The telltale dissociative vibration was humming along nicely by now. It's a synaesthetic sensation that straddles the feeling of biting a Styrofoam dental tray, listening to bees through a tin can, and the smell of cardboard and metal in a walk-in freezer. So I was surprised to find that the scents wafting from the restaurants I passed were pungent and highly evocative despite all that accompanying sterility. I had olfactory hallucinations of linen napkins as I passed an Italian place, and saw them folded into stacks of red triangles in my mind's eye. This type of environmental sensory enhancement is not typical dissociative stuff for me.
I looked through the establishment's front window and scanned the decor. I sensed I was projecting my own memories from my teenage years as a buser onto the workers inside, but with fantastic elaborations. My memories seemed to mingle with the restaurant's atmosphere, then twist together with it and flow through labyrinthine visions of cupboards and clanking ceramic and steam clouds and roll-through dishwashers, which appeared in vivid flashes of imagination posed in strange configurations and concatenated endlessly.
A similar experience delighted me as I passed a department store window and recalled how I used to hide from my mother as a child, giggling in those circular garment racks they always have. Things seemed haunted by memory and overlaid, like they were clad in the personal essences I had projected into them through the years without knowing it and charged with static from their own inimitable textures rubbing against those of memories nearby.
I passed a couple with a smug smile on my face that must of made me look like one confident cock, and realizing it just made me smile more.
When I got home I took the LSD and the 2mg insufflated booster. They kicked in together (kind of), resulting in a joyous and insightful state. I bounded around the two floors of my apartment, gleeful as a child at a some starlight-smacked carnival in outer space. There was a great sense of openness and echo to the combo as well, like watching a storm rumble in from the mountains across a sunlit plain. It all made me want to push the experience further.
I loaded 55mg of racemic ketamine into a syringe mixed with 13mg of synthetic psilocin. I injected about one-sixth of the mixture IM and waited 15 minutes to make sure there was no unexpected potentiation or contraindication between the ket and 3-MeO, then plunged the rest. What transpired afterward was sublime and illuminating, but not the subject of this writing. I mention it simply to report that these drugs mixed together for me as expected at these dosages.
It's difficult to levy a verdict on 3-MeO-PCP after one trial. It could've been a fluke. But I was very impressed, and thrilled to experience so many mental effects from a dissociative at such a low level of body dissociation. I would not recommend anyone start with over 10mg orally. I doubt I will go over 12mg in the near future but I'm fascinated to see if anyone more practiced experiences immersing hallucinogenic visions with it at higher doses.
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