Amoebic, no these were off of a sheet my buddy got from THE source. I have no idea what part of the sheet they were... but the two my girl and I took that day were side by side....she said she tripped way harder than she expected but she thinks that I trripped way harder than her....there were points were she said it was hard to keep it together. My friends and I have experimented with up to two tabs with great and strong full on trips....much stronger than average street blotters of today but this last time...wow....I have never lost it on acid like that...straight up loony toons
Is it normal to have delusions of grandeur on moderate to high doses of psychedelics? Or is that a warning sign that one should slow down....I did get this way for awhile after the negative portion...I believed that we were invincible...
I dont doubt that some of these things are "real" in a non physical way and possibly may be tangible some day when we can measure conciousness but I understand that I probably could have been hit by a car or arrested but at the time I truly believed that the hand of "god" (I prefer to call it the universe) was protecting me. Again I would like to say that the profound event that happened in the safeway was something real. It was triggered by the 1p but it certainly was not a typical symptom of these substances...although I have never tried DMT ...when I told my best friend about this who has tried DMT and when Ive read about peoples non-drug induced spontaneous mystical experiences they describe the same type of thing. My friend described the same white light shining off of everything and said it was not at all like mushroom or acid visuals....so Im intrigued.
What portion of a trip woud you say a traumatizing or bad trip is most likely to occur? The come up? Thats what im thinking...the shock to the system and not knowing how much more intense its gonna get can be traumatic. But Ive read that statstically alot of psychotic reactions tend to occur in the latter/dopaminergic portion of the experience. Fortunatly 1p didnt have this effect for us. In fact I absolutely cannot wrap my head around the fact that so many feel that this is the same as LSD. Perhaps at lower doses they do seem very similar but in higher doses it seems that these unique characterstics exponentially multiply...I think that this is a close cousin but it has its own unique persoanlity.
Im curious what phens have done that for you? I love phens...and their clearheaded eye candy deliciousness...Ive only tried mescaline and I THINK 2c-i (maybe 2c-e) insufflated WOW!!...Oh and I tried 25c and I found 25c and 2c-i very much alike.. I wish i could come across 2c's but I havnt been able to find any...and I think i will be back off 1p for awhile. Im thinking about trying to reproduce the same scenario (in the park sunny/hot day 5pm) and drop two WOW blotters in a couple weeks and take notes on similarities and differences to 1p....you know for the sake of science

...I love 1p but I absolutely cannot have reality splitting trips right now....I think the WOW blotters are around 80 UG realistically and my supplier said they were at 82 mics...what an odd number..I actually believe it might be accurate!! Most dealers want to bast "triple dipped window panes maaaaan"...thats the beauty of these properly dosed/labeled tabs ...you can get a better guage/feel for what a 100 ug should feel like and use your best judgement...even thought these chems have their differences.
I may be crucified for saying this as i usually am but LSD actually feels more like a phen to me than a tryp....I know that both structures are in its backbone but most classify it as a tryp.
I have always thought that the bright angular digital visuals of acid and its stimulation gave it a more phen like effect....versus the globular muted earthy organic creature that mushroom visuals are. It (LSD ) does however have an ancient majesty that is closer to a tryp....but with a cosmic character which is that unique lysergic twist.
The main reason I fell in love with psychedelics was due to an experience I had in my school days.
I had started smoking weed with my friends, and life was just so cool. Everything was exciting, I was spending time with girls for the first time in honest to goodness adult romantic ways... things were just really exciting.
So one day a friend lays it on me:
"Dude, I got something crazy in my backpack"
Turns out his older brother had a quarter sheet of acid, and after he was arrested he somehow got ahold of his brother to get all the contraband out of his room before his parents found out. Now this was not a friend who was really in to drugs, he was relatively straight laced (at the time) and generally shunned socially by the cooler kids, but I thought he was cool and smart and invited him to smoke with us a couple of times, and he had just recently accepted my request. So when his older brother asked him to get rid of his stuff, he had no idea that his little bro even had anything to do with that kind of thing. His instructions, or so I was told were:
"Get it out of the house, throw it down the storm drain, just don't let dad find it for the love of god"
In addition to the acid his backpack contained two bottles of what we later realized were poppers, a few porno mags, some firecrackers and a bottle of popov vodka.
It blows my mind to think that had I not reached out to him, or done so just a bit later, a huge formative experience would have been missed because he would have just thrown the stuff down a storm drain.
Being relatively inexperienced at the time, I thought it would be like weed, figuring I knew what the hallucinogenic experience was from weed, and that it came in one flavor with varying strengths. I thought I was prepared.
So that night instead of smoking a jay before bed like I had gotten into the habit of doing, I smoked a SMALL jay and popped 3 tabs under my tongue.
I was unsure how to proceed, so I had asked a few older kids what to do with the seemingly infinitely small pieces of paper. This one kid Josh, who had graduated the year before but still hung around to buy kids cigarettes and generally cruise for young pussy, the guy was a total slimeball, told me I had to get a magnifying glass, and that the paper had magic words that got you high on them. What a fucking asshole. He then told me you could roll a joint with the paper, or eat it, but if you ate it you had to eat a bunch. Really glad I didn't listen to that dicklick.
It turned out to be this one chick who was the fucking coolest who told me what to do, after getting such replies as:
"figure it out freshman"
"Dude, that stuff makes your brain bleed"8)
"you have acid? GIVE IT TO ME FAGGOT"
etc.
So after like ten minutes I am thinking I am going to smoke some more weed because nothing is happening, and wondering if I was stupid to think such a small piece of paper would do anything, and if I should eat more or what, he had given me half the mini sheet, about eleven hits of pure white fluffy paper, so that was a definite possibility.
In the end I decided to read a bit of a novel I had and then sleep if nothing happened, maybe have some cool dreams or something.
read for longer than I intended, and by that time it's been like an hour and change, and no sign of anything, and my weed is not really doing much. I decide to get something to eat.
So, I pour myself some Kix, pour the milk in, and head to the back porch to fish my roach out from where I put it and maybe hit it while I eat or something out of a corn cob pipe I had.
All of a sudden I realize I'm not really hungry. Seems like a shame. Seems like a COSMIC SHAME that I poured the milk and subjected the bowl of cereal to it's destiny, that could not be undone, while I was not ready to do my part to make it a reality.
I did not think this was weird at the time for some reason, but the poignance of that thought nearly brought a tear to my eye.
I got up to close the door so smoke would not get in the door...
I reach out, take the handle. Hours later it starts to move. Hours later the door is sliding shut. Hours later the door clicks shut.
I suddenly realize I am tripping balls and it is nothing like I imagined.
I let out a slow motion 'ohhhhhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiit'
Isn't it weird how a event usually starts the trip off like that? A door closing, opening, something falling, something that shifts your perception, the input of novel information or stimuli...
Anyways. I got back to my cereal and felt I had to eat it because I felt so bad about wasting it. I was surprised the cereal was not soggy, I thought it had been so long. Each kix had a smiling face on it superimposed in translucent greens and blues that were both brilliant and dark at the same time if that makes sense.
I remember thinking the literal words:
"I am not in kansas anymore"
And then becoming aware that until that moment I had been thinking in thoughts, not words, and how much easier it is to process emotions and life in general without words which seem to limit and confine concepts.
That was one of the best nights of my entire life.
My point in this rambling story was to say that at several points during that night, I felt like the finger of God was on my shoulder, touching me. I did not have delusions, I was grounded in that I knew what was real and what was not, I just felt like everything was so much more clear and that in this moment the universe had shifted it's focus to me. By taking this chemical, I had opened my mind to becoming something worthy of notice to the almighty everything, and I felt invincible. That epiphany, and others of being content with what you have and many many many others that night, left me with a euphoria that no other drug, opiate, stimulant or otherwise has ever matched even approximately.
So no, you are not alone. That is what exaltation is supposed to feel like, and psychedelics when used correctly can lead you to it.
As for your experience, if they came from THE source, perhaps they were not professionally laid, and did have hot spots, or perhaps they were laid special with specifically more on them for more experienced psychonauts and not public consumption.
Why would you think, though, that if they came from the source special, that others who had bought the chemical would have had similar experiences, since everyone else is presumably consuming the rank and file 1p blotter that is all over the place?
As for the silver light, I have seen it before.
Most times I am seeing it shine from behind my own eyes. It is the light that lives in us that does not die, the "me that is me that is everything". During psychedelic experiences with certain compounds, mainly LSD proper for me, as well as 4-aco-dmt and very few others, you can break through into becoming aware of it, the light that we carry inside us, that is gone from our body when we die. Dead things and inanimate objects do not have it. Dogs have a blue light, cats gold. Bad things tarnish that lamp inside us, and serve as the barometer for what is good and bad- I know this is kind of out there but please try to bear in mind I do not consider myself a nut job.
As for phens, as you asked...
Best results have been with higher than average dosed 25b-nbome. 25i-nbome is probably my favorite of nbome series due to it's lack of seriousness, keeping social faculties in line and every once in awhile surprising you with a punch to the face of profundity. It's like a girl who pretends to be less intelligent than she is, but every once in awhile will mix into a conversation something about phenolic resins not outgassing when porportions are mixed correctly, and leave your jaw on the floor. A lot of people think 25i-nbome is shallow. Shallow and easygoing are not the same, it's just user friendly. There is a deeper end to the pool, you just have to choose to swim to it, whereas acid and other psychs tend to push you around the pool with the current, with 25i there is no current, you have to make the choices- and NOT BY TAKING MORE OF THE COMPOUND!!!!!!
As for differing visual profiles from differing psychedelics, a lot of it is subjective. I have had so many differing flavors of visuals from lsd proper that it is astounding, however, I generally find dmt and it's cousins, and psilocybin mushrooms to have a style that is rarely deviated from, and generally the exception to this rule.
I have not had much time to experiment with the NBOH series. Will chime in on that thread when I do.
I find PEAs to be a bit more recreational, if a bit less dynamic and useful as tools in the long run, than are the lysergamides with their 'promiscuous bonding affinity'
On the topic of bad trips...
I find that the come up is what makes or breaks a trip. If you have a good attitude and are open to the experience at the outset, the trip follows suit. If you find the changes that are manifesting distressing and do not calm yourself with a reminder that all is well, that is when things go bad 9/10 times a bad trip manifests it's self. To contrast, I have never had a trip that started well turn out bad mid stream, even when difficult or challenging things happen. That second stage dopaminergic phase though... pain in the ass. I am SOOOO GLAD that 1p does not have this aspect for me.