TheAppleCore
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Previous psychedelic drugs taken include 2C-E, 2C-C, 25I & 25C-NBOMe, LSD & prodrugs, DMT, DPT, DiPT, 4-AcO-DMT, 4-HO-MET, 4-HO-MPT, 4-HO-MiPT, 4-AcO-DET, 4-HO-EPT, and 4-AcO-DPT.
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After trying 4-AcO-DET, then 4-HO-MPT, my controlled investigation of the 4-substituted tryptamines continues, this time with 4-AcO-MiPT — yet another member of the psilocin family with a four-carbon tail. Again, I made painstaking efforts to ensure that the conditions surrounding my trip (including dosage, setting, time of day, diet, caffeine consumption, etc.) were identical to my previous trials with the other compounds, so that I could clearly distinguish the intrinsic differences between the molecules. Lucky me, it seems that I got my wish: I thought that 4-HO-MPT might have been a favorite, if only the bothersome physical side effects were dialed back in favor of sheer classical psychedelia. In a nutshell, this is exactly what I found in 4-AcO-MiPT, and I couldn't be happier.
T+0:00 – 30 mg 4-AcO-MiPT fumarate was dissolved in a glass of orange juice, and taken at 9:00 P.M. on a typical weekend at home alone, chased by ginger tea. Within minutes, the high begins to ascend.
T+0:20 – I'm writing a text message to a friend, and I just barely finish composing my thoughts before I'm so overwhelmed with emotion and restless energy that I can barely operate the phone. I head outside for a walk up the street.
As I'm walking, I'm startled when a large bird of prey (a hawk?) swoops down and glides past me, not a meter from my ankles, as if mother nature herself sent this majestic creature to consecrate the occasion.
T+~0:40 – I stop to soak in the hilltop vista. What do I see? Not just the rugged mountainscape encircling the valley below, but my own inquiry, What do I see?, in pure, naked candor. The city lights in the distance glistened like a twinkle in my own eye, gazing back at me in an impeccably polished mirror. I was amazed, yet it simultaneously seemed obvious. I laughed... what did I expect?!
T+1:00 – I get back home. Time dilation was significant; I had guessed that it was somewhere around T+1:45. I take my blood pressure, which reads 128/73, and my pulse, which is 144 (this calmed down considerably later in the trip). At this point, I become so immersed in the experience that I abandon my notes, so I'm uncertain of the timeline henceforth.
T+~1:10 – I've rarely ever made any attempt to dance in my life, but tonight, I was inspired to start developing my technique. I put on a suitably energetic EDM album (Savant – Jester), and began to move. At first, my body felt absurdly difficult to coordinate, like a marionette with broken strings, and I was rather self-conscious. But, as time passed, the mind-body connection gradually clicked into place, and I became transported to another world brought to life in my imagination by the sonic textures and motions of the music. I channeled a continuous story through my dancing: one moment, I was a samurai, parrying and slashing with my katana; the next, I was a peasant in the rice paddy, kneeling down with my hands folded in prayer that the hot sun would soon fall below the horizon. (I hope that was a deft performance in your mind's eye, because I'm under no illusion that it was in reality.
)
T+~1:40 – I stop to catch my breath and check out the visuals. Colors are brightened, and if I stare in one place long enough, geometric patterns in my visual field seem to peel off their original surfaces and take on a life of their own as they proliferate and evolve. The closed eye visuals were gorgeous; for example, vines spiraled around each other in double-helices, which themselves were similarly twisted in larger double-helix pairs, ad infinitum, dotted regularly with buds that all blossomed in unison to flowers that morphed into faces, animals, and all manner of objects, in rainbow color.
T+~2:00 – I'm finished for now with the music and dancing, and I can't exaggerate how happy I am. I've reached a level of hypomanic bliss that I haven't in years, and I'm almost literally bouncing off the walls with energy, pacing round and round faster and faster in circles as my mind races with ideas. I am increasingly driven to conclude that, for all my life, I have suffered from chasing a kind of fundamental inner authenticity which I only now realize I've had from the very beginning — I may have been disingenuous or hesitant, but I was genuinely disingenuous, unwaveringly hesitant!
I take a moment to lie down and clear my thoughts. My body is sublimely comfortable, and the mere sensation of cool air on my bare skin is priceless.
T+~2:00-6:00 – I wind down by smoking some cannabis, contemplating life, and browsing the internet, where I find some videos of beautiful poi and hula dance performances, which I thoroughly enjoy.
T+~6:00 – Famished, I eat a large meal, then go to bed.
T+~9:00 – Finally fall asleep.
T+~12:00 – Wake up, still perceptibly intoxicated, if only slightly. I'm tired, but otherwise well.
Conclusion
4-AcO-MiPT is now without question my favorite 4-substituted tryptamine, as it fulfills everything I desire from a psychedelic drug — music enhancement, stimulating visuals, and most importantly, a chance to recharge my spirits and brush out the inner cobwebs with some deep soul-searching — while lacking any appreciable side-effects. I'm hard-pressed to think of a single criticism I can levy against the molecule (except perhaps for the limitations inherent to the psilocin family as a whole).
The comparison to 4-HO-MPT is interesting. As the acetyl group on 4-AcO-MiPT likely doesn't change much from 4-HO-MiPT, I'm guessing that the bulk of the difference is due to the rearrangement of the propyl on 4-HO-MPT to an isopropyl. To me, this largely preserves the general "personality" of 4-HO-MPT, yet appears to disrupt whatever mechanism caused the bodily numbing and stiffness I experienced on the drug, which are ever so slightly present in 4-AcO-MiPT, but only noticeable if I make an effort to look for them. Indicative that 4-AcO-MiPT is easier on the cardiovascular system, my blood pressure was only barely above normal at T+1:00, even though I was experiencing quite a bit of nervous tension at that moment (as indicated by my very high pulse); whereas, on 4-HO-MPT, my blood pressure was more significantly above normal at T+1:00 despite being totally relaxed. There are a few other differences between the two molecules; 4-HO-MPT was a bit more sedate, and had a heavier emphasis on mind's-eye visionary content, whereas 4-AcO-MiPT was more sharply stimulating and emphasized vivid sensory visuals. (I wonder if the relationship between -MPT and -MiPT would hold for -EPT and -EiPT? If it did, 4-HO-EiPT might be an excellent psychedelic.)
As one final note, due to the general trend I've observed in the relation of base tryptamines to their 4-substituted counterparts, I have a VERY good feeling about base MiPT, which will almost certainly be the next substance I try... although, I suppose I shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch. Until then, stay swirly!
substancecode_4acomipt
substancecode_tryptamines
explevel_firsttime
roacode_oral
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
~~~
After trying 4-AcO-DET, then 4-HO-MPT, my controlled investigation of the 4-substituted tryptamines continues, this time with 4-AcO-MiPT — yet another member of the psilocin family with a four-carbon tail. Again, I made painstaking efforts to ensure that the conditions surrounding my trip (including dosage, setting, time of day, diet, caffeine consumption, etc.) were identical to my previous trials with the other compounds, so that I could clearly distinguish the intrinsic differences between the molecules. Lucky me, it seems that I got my wish: I thought that 4-HO-MPT might have been a favorite, if only the bothersome physical side effects were dialed back in favor of sheer classical psychedelia. In a nutshell, this is exactly what I found in 4-AcO-MiPT, and I couldn't be happier.
T+0:00 – 30 mg 4-AcO-MiPT fumarate was dissolved in a glass of orange juice, and taken at 9:00 P.M. on a typical weekend at home alone, chased by ginger tea. Within minutes, the high begins to ascend.
T+0:20 – I'm writing a text message to a friend, and I just barely finish composing my thoughts before I'm so overwhelmed with emotion and restless energy that I can barely operate the phone. I head outside for a walk up the street.
As I'm walking, I'm startled when a large bird of prey (a hawk?) swoops down and glides past me, not a meter from my ankles, as if mother nature herself sent this majestic creature to consecrate the occasion.
T+~0:40 – I stop to soak in the hilltop vista. What do I see? Not just the rugged mountainscape encircling the valley below, but my own inquiry, What do I see?, in pure, naked candor. The city lights in the distance glistened like a twinkle in my own eye, gazing back at me in an impeccably polished mirror. I was amazed, yet it simultaneously seemed obvious. I laughed... what did I expect?!
T+1:00 – I get back home. Time dilation was significant; I had guessed that it was somewhere around T+1:45. I take my blood pressure, which reads 128/73, and my pulse, which is 144 (this calmed down considerably later in the trip). At this point, I become so immersed in the experience that I abandon my notes, so I'm uncertain of the timeline henceforth.
T+~1:10 – I've rarely ever made any attempt to dance in my life, but tonight, I was inspired to start developing my technique. I put on a suitably energetic EDM album (Savant – Jester), and began to move. At first, my body felt absurdly difficult to coordinate, like a marionette with broken strings, and I was rather self-conscious. But, as time passed, the mind-body connection gradually clicked into place, and I became transported to another world brought to life in my imagination by the sonic textures and motions of the music. I channeled a continuous story through my dancing: one moment, I was a samurai, parrying and slashing with my katana; the next, I was a peasant in the rice paddy, kneeling down with my hands folded in prayer that the hot sun would soon fall below the horizon. (I hope that was a deft performance in your mind's eye, because I'm under no illusion that it was in reality.
)T+~1:40 – I stop to catch my breath and check out the visuals. Colors are brightened, and if I stare in one place long enough, geometric patterns in my visual field seem to peel off their original surfaces and take on a life of their own as they proliferate and evolve. The closed eye visuals were gorgeous; for example, vines spiraled around each other in double-helices, which themselves were similarly twisted in larger double-helix pairs, ad infinitum, dotted regularly with buds that all blossomed in unison to flowers that morphed into faces, animals, and all manner of objects, in rainbow color.
T+~2:00 – I'm finished for now with the music and dancing, and I can't exaggerate how happy I am. I've reached a level of hypomanic bliss that I haven't in years, and I'm almost literally bouncing off the walls with energy, pacing round and round faster and faster in circles as my mind races with ideas. I am increasingly driven to conclude that, for all my life, I have suffered from chasing a kind of fundamental inner authenticity which I only now realize I've had from the very beginning — I may have been disingenuous or hesitant, but I was genuinely disingenuous, unwaveringly hesitant!
I take a moment to lie down and clear my thoughts. My body is sublimely comfortable, and the mere sensation of cool air on my bare skin is priceless.
T+~2:00-6:00 – I wind down by smoking some cannabis, contemplating life, and browsing the internet, where I find some videos of beautiful poi and hula dance performances, which I thoroughly enjoy.
T+~6:00 – Famished, I eat a large meal, then go to bed.
T+~9:00 – Finally fall asleep.
T+~12:00 – Wake up, still perceptibly intoxicated, if only slightly. I'm tired, but otherwise well.
Conclusion
4-AcO-MiPT is now without question my favorite 4-substituted tryptamine, as it fulfills everything I desire from a psychedelic drug — music enhancement, stimulating visuals, and most importantly, a chance to recharge my spirits and brush out the inner cobwebs with some deep soul-searching — while lacking any appreciable side-effects. I'm hard-pressed to think of a single criticism I can levy against the molecule (except perhaps for the limitations inherent to the psilocin family as a whole).
The comparison to 4-HO-MPT is interesting. As the acetyl group on 4-AcO-MiPT likely doesn't change much from 4-HO-MiPT, I'm guessing that the bulk of the difference is due to the rearrangement of the propyl on 4-HO-MPT to an isopropyl. To me, this largely preserves the general "personality" of 4-HO-MPT, yet appears to disrupt whatever mechanism caused the bodily numbing and stiffness I experienced on the drug, which are ever so slightly present in 4-AcO-MiPT, but only noticeable if I make an effort to look for them. Indicative that 4-AcO-MiPT is easier on the cardiovascular system, my blood pressure was only barely above normal at T+1:00, even though I was experiencing quite a bit of nervous tension at that moment (as indicated by my very high pulse); whereas, on 4-HO-MPT, my blood pressure was more significantly above normal at T+1:00 despite being totally relaxed. There are a few other differences between the two molecules; 4-HO-MPT was a bit more sedate, and had a heavier emphasis on mind's-eye visionary content, whereas 4-AcO-MiPT was more sharply stimulating and emphasized vivid sensory visuals. (I wonder if the relationship between -MPT and -MiPT would hold for -EPT and -EiPT? If it did, 4-HO-EiPT might be an excellent psychedelic.)
As one final note, due to the general trend I've observed in the relation of base tryptamines to their 4-substituted counterparts, I have a VERY good feeling about base MiPT, which will almost certainly be the next substance I try... although, I suppose I shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch. Until then, stay swirly!
substancecode_4acomipt
substancecode_tryptamines
explevel_firsttime
roacode_oral
exptype_positive
exptype_glowing
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