TheAppleCore
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Immediately after the peak of the trip began to subside, I reported in the Psychedelic Drugs subforum that I was quite disappointed in the result. But it was only because I so thoroughly enjoyed what little 4-HO-EPT revealed of itself at 22 mg that I was sorry I couldn't see more! In retrospect it was an interesting and enjoyable evening regardless, and I feel a bit silly for complaining.
As per my personal protocol, I approached this relatively unknown substance with the utmost caution, beginning with the most minuscule fleck of powder that I could physically transfer from the bag to my upper gum, the day prior. After a couple hours, I took another unmeasured bit that was probably in the hundreds of micrograms.
None of this was eventful, so the following evening, I sniffed a four milligram bump. When that began to result in an enticing little buzz, I swallowed a capsule of 18 milligrams, at 8:30 P.M.
Over the following hour, I was somewhat startled to find that, rather than the hallmark psychedelic visual phenomena, sensory enhancement, and so forth, 4-HO-EPT began to hone my attention exclusively on my breath. It started with a disconcerting sense of breathlessness. I felt that, no matter how deeply I filled my chest with air, I couldn't get enough. I wanted to keep inhaling and inhaling until I sucked up the whole atmosphere. My lungs were too small, the air was too thin!
I was forced to resign myself to a sense of suffocation. Naturally, this was initially disturbing. But, as there was no catching my breath, it no longer appeared to run away from me, and the concept of breath dissolved entirely. When this occurred, of course rather than suffocate, at once my breath fell into a rhythm which seemed to come from a force entirely outside of me, as though my chest were a ship buoyed on the steady waves of the Atlantic. My breath calmed to the point of resembling a deep sleep; slow and shallow.
This had a dramatic effect on my body and mind. The tension and excitement surrounding an experiment with a novel tryptamine vanished, and my mood became serene, with a touch of melancholy. Psychedelic drugs almost always increase my heart rate, but when I put my finger on my pulse, it was certainly lower than baseline, although I didn't measure it precisely. I can't help but wonder if an EEG would have shown an increase in the theta or delta waves associated with sleep. I also wonder if one could say that it was really my ego, not my body, which was suffocating, and that controlled breathing was 4-HO-EPT's unique style of ego-dissolution?
In the days prior to the trip, I had been starting to seriously question my career choice, wondering whether I should jump ship and go back to school, which was giving me quite a lot of anxiety. In fact my primary intent going into this particular trip was to gain some perspective on the matter. But in this tranquil psychedelia, I became emotionally detached from those concerns. I felt confident that, no matter what I choose to do, I'll do it with passion. Wheresoever I go, I will go with all my heart, and that's all that matters. I wrote in my paper journal, "9:07 P.M. - What's the big deal?"
The afterglow was marked by a peppy euphoria, when I "awoke" from the trance-like peak. At this point I practiced my favorite psychedelic activity, which is to meditate on the dharma. This led to some very interesting thoughts, but I won't get into that right now, as it's not particularly relevant to 4-HO-EPT. Suffice to say, like most psychedelics, 4-HO-EPT was a lovely aid to meditation.
Although I was in high spirits, as I alluded in the beginning I was also bedeviled by curiosity. During the peak I had a continuous sense of teetering on the edge of some fantastic psychedelic dream world, which I could enter if only I had taken a higher dose. I smoked some DMT in an attempt to tip myself over the edge, which I regret. It's been awhile since I've tried to smoke a tryptamine, and I kind of botched it. I didn't end up breaking through; it just muddied up the delicate 4-HO-EPT afterglow, and made it all the more difficult to fall asleep.
Today, I feel very calm, and I retain the sense of emotional detachment from the problems that were bothering me before the trip. In fact, I feel a bit apathetic. Whether or not 4-HO-EPT proves itself capable of more drastic visionary effects, I'm really looking forward to experimenting further, and I am quite certain that it will find a place in my psychedelic toolbox.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_4hoept
substancecode_tryptamines
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
roacode_oral
As per my personal protocol, I approached this relatively unknown substance with the utmost caution, beginning with the most minuscule fleck of powder that I could physically transfer from the bag to my upper gum, the day prior. After a couple hours, I took another unmeasured bit that was probably in the hundreds of micrograms.
None of this was eventful, so the following evening, I sniffed a four milligram bump. When that began to result in an enticing little buzz, I swallowed a capsule of 18 milligrams, at 8:30 P.M.
Over the following hour, I was somewhat startled to find that, rather than the hallmark psychedelic visual phenomena, sensory enhancement, and so forth, 4-HO-EPT began to hone my attention exclusively on my breath. It started with a disconcerting sense of breathlessness. I felt that, no matter how deeply I filled my chest with air, I couldn't get enough. I wanted to keep inhaling and inhaling until I sucked up the whole atmosphere. My lungs were too small, the air was too thin!
I was forced to resign myself to a sense of suffocation. Naturally, this was initially disturbing. But, as there was no catching my breath, it no longer appeared to run away from me, and the concept of breath dissolved entirely. When this occurred, of course rather than suffocate, at once my breath fell into a rhythm which seemed to come from a force entirely outside of me, as though my chest were a ship buoyed on the steady waves of the Atlantic. My breath calmed to the point of resembling a deep sleep; slow and shallow.
This had a dramatic effect on my body and mind. The tension and excitement surrounding an experiment with a novel tryptamine vanished, and my mood became serene, with a touch of melancholy. Psychedelic drugs almost always increase my heart rate, but when I put my finger on my pulse, it was certainly lower than baseline, although I didn't measure it precisely. I can't help but wonder if an EEG would have shown an increase in the theta or delta waves associated with sleep. I also wonder if one could say that it was really my ego, not my body, which was suffocating, and that controlled breathing was 4-HO-EPT's unique style of ego-dissolution?
In the days prior to the trip, I had been starting to seriously question my career choice, wondering whether I should jump ship and go back to school, which was giving me quite a lot of anxiety. In fact my primary intent going into this particular trip was to gain some perspective on the matter. But in this tranquil psychedelia, I became emotionally detached from those concerns. I felt confident that, no matter what I choose to do, I'll do it with passion. Wheresoever I go, I will go with all my heart, and that's all that matters. I wrote in my paper journal, "9:07 P.M. - What's the big deal?"
The afterglow was marked by a peppy euphoria, when I "awoke" from the trance-like peak. At this point I practiced my favorite psychedelic activity, which is to meditate on the dharma. This led to some very interesting thoughts, but I won't get into that right now, as it's not particularly relevant to 4-HO-EPT. Suffice to say, like most psychedelics, 4-HO-EPT was a lovely aid to meditation.
Although I was in high spirits, as I alluded in the beginning I was also bedeviled by curiosity. During the peak I had a continuous sense of teetering on the edge of some fantastic psychedelic dream world, which I could enter if only I had taken a higher dose. I smoked some DMT in an attempt to tip myself over the edge, which I regret. It's been awhile since I've tried to smoke a tryptamine, and I kind of botched it. I didn't end up breaking through; it just muddied up the delicate 4-HO-EPT afterglow, and made it all the more difficult to fall asleep.
Today, I feel very calm, and I retain the sense of emotional detachment from the problems that were bothering me before the trip. In fact, I feel a bit apathetic. Whether or not 4-HO-EPT proves itself capable of more drastic visionary effects, I'm really looking forward to experimenting further, and I am quite certain that it will find a place in my psychedelic toolbox.
Tagged by Xorkoth
substancecode_4hoept
substancecode_tryptamines
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
roacode_oral
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I felt that you captured the essence of 4-HO-EPT really well from what I've experienced on it so far. I really think it's one of the most unique molecules I've yet had the pleasure of tasting.