Mjäll
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I'm asking because I've previously had 4-HO-MET that was pure white and more like a powder, and this was confirmed HCl.
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I'm asking because I've previously had 4-HO-MET that was pure white and more like a powder, and this was confirmed HCl.
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It can change color with breakdown over time.
Did you have someone check it out with analytical equipment, or was this asking someone and they told you HCl? If the latter, I would still base dosage off the fumarate salt weight. AFAIK pretty much all of it in circulation is the fumarate due to problems with the HCl salt.
Did you have someone check it out with analytical equipment, or was this asking someone and they told you HCl? If the latter, I would still base dosage off the fumarate salt weight. AFAIK pretty much all of it in circulation is the fumarate due to problems with the HCl salt.
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Amazing material, please disregard previous panic. 17mg, developing greatly.
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Never experienced any nausea or anything negative on the come up, the feelings in your body from 4-HO-MET are great, really nice, your whole body just feels so good, like your whole body is saying: everything is good, nothing can go wrong.
Which is one of the reasons this is one of my, if not the, favourite psychedelic.
Tried nasal administration for the first time a couple of days ago. I snorted 10mg, started feeling effects after only 5 minutes. The trip lasted 1.5-2 hours, similar to a 20mg oral trip in strength of effects except I didn't get any of the nice body buzz.
i couldn't find this information and wasn't sure where to post it but here seems like a good place, apologies if this is old news.
tested small amount of 4-ho-met with mecke, simons and marquis.
mecke - went extremely dark black, much much darker than marquis/mdma.
my recollection of the simons and marquis results are a bit hazy, as is the photograph i took. however i think the simons didnt react very strongly, possibly went slightly blue after a while. marquis didnt do anything for a while and slowly went discoloured.
can anyone tell me how that compares to other tryptamines and in laymans terms what it means chemically?
tested small amount of 4-ho-met with mecke, simons and marquis.
mecke - went extremely dark black, much much darker than marquis/mdma.
my recollection of the simons and marquis results are a bit hazy, as is the photograph i took. however i think the simons didnt react very strongly, possibly went slightly blue after a while. marquis didnt do anything for a while and slowly went discoloured.
can anyone tell me how that compares to other tryptamines and in laymans terms what it means chemically?
Tom Mercury
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The first time I took around ~20mg and was not impressed. I thought this actually did not work and sought after some very mind blowing experience.
In my stubborness, the next weekend I insuflated the remaining 180mg. It was one of the most frightening things I have ever experienced, but not as frightening as 80mg JWH-018 on which I almost died for sure, I was glad to have experienced people around me with the JWH-018 (which I hope will burn in hell).
180mg 4-HO-MET alone in the dark. I don't know how to describe it, just thinking about it gives me the shivers. Need to take a break now to round it up.![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
In my stubborness, the next weekend I insuflated the remaining 180mg. It was one of the most frightening things I have ever experienced, but not as frightening as 80mg JWH-018 on which I almost died for sure, I was glad to have experienced people around me with the JWH-018 (which I hope will burn in hell).
180mg 4-HO-MET alone in the dark. I don't know how to describe it, just thinking about it gives me the shivers. Need to take a break now to round it up.
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You're kidding right?
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No I am not kidding, but I think I do regret that I actually did it.
It was like being a house whose roof suddenly flew of by an intense and fast approaching hurricane. The seconds after hitting 90 milligrams per each wetted up nostril (for, um, maximum absorbation so I would at least feel anything..) I had this chemical taste experience in my sinus that told me that this at least tastes intense. I should have tried to snore it out or something then, but I really did want to have some psychedelic fun if possible so I didn't.
I had earlier insuflated 150mg 2C-B, that being a phenetylamine of course, but I wanted something "like that". Totally awe inspiring intensity, while knowing "it's all good" and in mind that it would end soon.
But,, this didn't exactly work out the way I (very stupidly) had thought. Suddenly it was like being this air field landing strip seeing this B-52 knowing it's going to land on me. That was like a warranty that I would regret choosing to be this air-strip. Soon after I started to "shake" a bit in my knees, because this plane was going to hit me hard, not just like a 2C-B tsunami who would just wash over me a couple of times - this B-52 was going to crash land here. The pilot must have jumped out because this was the absolute wrong direction for him to smoothen it out even.
So I grab a pillow and desperately tries to find a bed, but this wasn't really going to ease the countless and countless amounts of tonnes aiming for my head. And then just "BOOM", I cannot recall how long that roaming thunder of the bombing plane crash on my head was but "I knew" that this was my death - but I didn't die (which was worse). I have read about hells of extreme peril where the punishment would be immortality. I thought I had for sure somehow been placed there.
I am not new to hallucinogenics, have earlier also survived a very brutal assault on a +4 which was close to killing me. But this, oh God I wish I would just have gotten severly beaten up instead of this. While I was lying in the bed in the aftermath of the bomb-plane crash on top of me my skin, muscles and bones which would protect my tiny soul had just "dissipated", or "evaporated" because of the intensity of the crash. I was propelled in to many directions at the same time to even recall if I still had my soul left.
To be honest I don't think I even thought about "visual hallucinations" at this point, or even "spiritual journeys" or something like that. Because this bomb-plane had stripped me of all that was, all I knew and everything I had been familiar with. But it was, and it feels important to me to make this clear, NOT at ALL a mostly "spiritual revelation", this was a grossular low-human experience in the bottom of some "spiritual hierarchy". Like a punishment for everything bad I have ever done since I was born.
After some more seconds (or minutes.. or perhaps less than seconds?) I realized that this "egg shell" of a body really was cracked completely open. In this point if God came down and asked me if I would accept loosing me left arm to be free from this I would have accepted it. Because all now was heavy, self induced, maniac torture from above and within. Something I clearly remember was that this somehow was being a punishment for not have beeing a completely good Human-being.
As I am trying to cope with the earlier crash, the rip-off of my body and head I also am beginning to realize that this would not just come in 2C-B -ish waves, this (for me) unparalled torture (I've survived physicall torture, that was nothing compared to this) which I can only blame my self on. I am getting more and more weak, and I did not black out (which would have been a boon), as this experience seemed to not easing out anytime soon.
I am not the person who lies in fetal position for eating a 5+ mushroom or LSD-trip, because on those I can equalize these between what my intellect knows and my spiritual experience. But the 4-Ho-MET really lacked this helping component. I was left out, in the dark, with a bomb-plane crashed on my head and stripped of everything I have ever knowed. I also seldom fear death, because when I "died" during a 4+trip (of naturall hallucinogenics) I saw the most beautifull thing in my life as the peoples tried to kill me.
But on this time, there was no going spirit-moleculy from the Psilocybe-mushrooms, Peyote-cactus, Ayhuascha, strong strong doses of Salvia, Nutmeg etc. that kindly would offered her help to guide me. So I was left alone to guide my self. If there was a phone number for a guy who for $2000 USD per hour could calm me down I would have sold my car for this. But I tell You, this keept getting worse and not in the nice 2-CB waves one is familiar with.
After a 20-minute in this chemical para-vortex I also realize that I will probably die in this gruesome state. But that would also have felt back then as a true boon, because the intensity really keeps on sky-rocketing. I saw trough the roof from inside and straaange colours which reminded me of purple looked like the messengers of death. This was only around 20-minutes (was not able to check the exact timelime back then) into the void from hell, and the story had just been started.
I will write more of about was happened later today. I have tried to suppress this for a long time, but feel I really want to share this (for the first time outside where I live) to an intelligent public. Something to conclude this first post - I would not, ever, ever, ever do this again for even $10 000 USD.
Must collect myself a little more, but promise to update what happened the rest of the trip when my heart is beginning to slow down a bit.
Be safe fellow humans.. Really, the life can at moments be sweet.. But what I am talking about is really, really messed up for me to recollect. Bare with me though, will continue on regarding what happened.
Biggest Love from Mr Mercury //
It was like being a house whose roof suddenly flew of by an intense and fast approaching hurricane. The seconds after hitting 90 milligrams per each wetted up nostril (for, um, maximum absorbation so I would at least feel anything..) I had this chemical taste experience in my sinus that told me that this at least tastes intense. I should have tried to snore it out or something then, but I really did want to have some psychedelic fun if possible so I didn't.
I had earlier insuflated 150mg 2C-B, that being a phenetylamine of course, but I wanted something "like that". Totally awe inspiring intensity, while knowing "it's all good" and in mind that it would end soon.
But,, this didn't exactly work out the way I (very stupidly) had thought. Suddenly it was like being this air field landing strip seeing this B-52 knowing it's going to land on me. That was like a warranty that I would regret choosing to be this air-strip. Soon after I started to "shake" a bit in my knees, because this plane was going to hit me hard, not just like a 2C-B tsunami who would just wash over me a couple of times - this B-52 was going to crash land here. The pilot must have jumped out because this was the absolute wrong direction for him to smoothen it out even.
So I grab a pillow and desperately tries to find a bed, but this wasn't really going to ease the countless and countless amounts of tonnes aiming for my head. And then just "BOOM", I cannot recall how long that roaming thunder of the bombing plane crash on my head was but "I knew" that this was my death - but I didn't die (which was worse). I have read about hells of extreme peril where the punishment would be immortality. I thought I had for sure somehow been placed there.
I am not new to hallucinogenics, have earlier also survived a very brutal assault on a +4 which was close to killing me. But this, oh God I wish I would just have gotten severly beaten up instead of this. While I was lying in the bed in the aftermath of the bomb-plane crash on top of me my skin, muscles and bones which would protect my tiny soul had just "dissipated", or "evaporated" because of the intensity of the crash. I was propelled in to many directions at the same time to even recall if I still had my soul left.
To be honest I don't think I even thought about "visual hallucinations" at this point, or even "spiritual journeys" or something like that. Because this bomb-plane had stripped me of all that was, all I knew and everything I had been familiar with. But it was, and it feels important to me to make this clear, NOT at ALL a mostly "spiritual revelation", this was a grossular low-human experience in the bottom of some "spiritual hierarchy". Like a punishment for everything bad I have ever done since I was born.
After some more seconds (or minutes.. or perhaps less than seconds?) I realized that this "egg shell" of a body really was cracked completely open. In this point if God came down and asked me if I would accept loosing me left arm to be free from this I would have accepted it. Because all now was heavy, self induced, maniac torture from above and within. Something I clearly remember was that this somehow was being a punishment for not have beeing a completely good Human-being.
As I am trying to cope with the earlier crash, the rip-off of my body and head I also am beginning to realize that this would not just come in 2C-B -ish waves, this (for me) unparalled torture (I've survived physicall torture, that was nothing compared to this) which I can only blame my self on. I am getting more and more weak, and I did not black out (which would have been a boon), as this experience seemed to not easing out anytime soon.
I am not the person who lies in fetal position for eating a 5+ mushroom or LSD-trip, because on those I can equalize these between what my intellect knows and my spiritual experience. But the 4-Ho-MET really lacked this helping component. I was left out, in the dark, with a bomb-plane crashed on my head and stripped of everything I have ever knowed. I also seldom fear death, because when I "died" during a 4+trip (of naturall hallucinogenics) I saw the most beautifull thing in my life as the peoples tried to kill me.
But on this time, there was no going spirit-moleculy from the Psilocybe-mushrooms, Peyote-cactus, Ayhuascha, strong strong doses of Salvia, Nutmeg etc. that kindly would offered her help to guide me. So I was left alone to guide my self. If there was a phone number for a guy who for $2000 USD per hour could calm me down I would have sold my car for this. But I tell You, this keept getting worse and not in the nice 2-CB waves one is familiar with.
After a 20-minute in this chemical para-vortex I also realize that I will probably die in this gruesome state. But that would also have felt back then as a true boon, because the intensity really keeps on sky-rocketing. I saw trough the roof from inside and straaange colours which reminded me of purple looked like the messengers of death. This was only around 20-minutes (was not able to check the exact timelime back then) into the void from hell, and the story had just been started.
I will write more of about was happened later today. I have tried to suppress this for a long time, but feel I really want to share this (for the first time outside where I live) to an intelligent public. Something to conclude this first post - I would not, ever, ever, ever do this again for even $10 000 USD.
Must collect myself a little more, but promise to update what happened the rest of the trip when my heart is beginning to slow down a bit.
Be safe fellow humans.. Really, the life can at moments be sweet.. But what I am talking about is really, really messed up for me to recollect. Bare with me though, will continue on regarding what happened.
Biggest Love from Mr Mercury //
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Mjäll
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I recognize the feeling of it just being so primally intense without any "spiritual" dimension, though my dosages have been far smaller than yours so I can imagine your torture was inescapable in a completely different sense.
This may sound naive but I really hope you will be able to integrate this experience and make something out of it.
It's not clear if your airplane metaphors were actually there in the trip or made up in afterthought to capture the feeling. I'm curious.
This may sound naive but I really hope you will be able to integrate this experience and make something out of it.
It's not clear if your airplane metaphors were actually there in the trip or made up in afterthought to capture the feeling. I'm curious.
Tom Mercury
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Good point Mr Mjäll.
The lack of spiritual guidance was like trying to travel trough some dense jungle without a compass.
The methaphores I used was because I find it hard to hit the exact words to describe this alive nightmare. But I do not exxagerate, it really felt like the end of the world back then. The Bomb-Plane methaphor was used because I do not know many heavier objects that could hit the head in that speed and intensity. Those methaphores are made up later - because at that moment it happened I would probably not be able to define the difference of nuclear weapons and Coca-Cola.
I am a very stable person and I see more visual "hallucinations" sober than on "halucinogenics". The 4-HO-MET just blew my intellect away like an artillery-piece and totally stripped my mind and body of any defence mechanism. That is how it non-gently "prepared" me for the mind-war I was about to face for the next many hours.
Mr Mjäll - I have been activiely been trying integrate this experience in my life. In the next post here I promise to tell You how that have worked out., Just need to take a little break here (because it is such a heavy experience for me).
Later that night - Things are just getting more and more crazy, will keep on updating this and what hapened. And as I said, I need a break again to recompose this horrible (but also very learning - which I will also write on) experience which I would not recommend to anyone except healty and extremely experienced spirits.
Take Care of Yourselves Good Folk!!
Peace from //Mr Mercury
The lack of spiritual guidance was like trying to travel trough some dense jungle without a compass.
The methaphores I used was because I find it hard to hit the exact words to describe this alive nightmare. But I do not exxagerate, it really felt like the end of the world back then. The Bomb-Plane methaphor was used because I do not know many heavier objects that could hit the head in that speed and intensity. Those methaphores are made up later - because at that moment it happened I would probably not be able to define the difference of nuclear weapons and Coca-Cola.
I am a very stable person and I see more visual "hallucinations" sober than on "halucinogenics". The 4-HO-MET just blew my intellect away like an artillery-piece and totally stripped my mind and body of any defence mechanism. That is how it non-gently "prepared" me for the mind-war I was about to face for the next many hours.
Mr Mjäll - I have been activiely been trying integrate this experience in my life. In the next post here I promise to tell You how that have worked out., Just need to take a little break here (because it is such a heavy experience for me).
Later that night - Things are just getting more and more crazy, will keep on updating this and what hapened. And as I said, I need a break again to recompose this horrible (but also very learning - which I will also write on) experience which I would not recommend to anyone except healty and extremely experienced spirits.
Take Care of Yourselves Good Folk!!
Peace from //Mr Mercury
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I love this type of advice. I remind myself that daily.
It was a great cosmic joke that everyone was claiming this substance was just visual stuff and nothing "important". Clearly at work was a deep lack of understanding of the drug experience but it was a contributing factor to the hilarity of my 60mg trip and my following smaller dose trips(didn't matter anymore, it was the same shit no matter if the dose was 60 or 30 or 20).
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Could you please share some details of your experiences with 4-ho-met? If you have previously tried mushrooms how do the two substances compare?
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From what I've found about the material, the onset can be extremely delayed. The longest I've encountered is 6 hours orally. Looking at at least 2 hours even if it is absorbed sublingually. Personally it's my favorite compound next to 4-aco-mipt (sublingually). Visually it's nearly equally as enticing as Miprocetin however mentally I've encountered sensations such as the initial drop on a roller coaster: a dmt like liftoff that sends you soaring into a maelstrom of oblivion. I love it. Very dissociating. Still... at least for me I don't get the wacky oscillating hue/saturation strobe light effect. A heavy dose of cubensis and 20mg of 4-ho-met should solve that . Haven't tripped in 6 months so I'm excited about this. Going to do some Ket and salvia on the peak. Perfection. Eliminates the fear/anxiety of salvinorin and it seems to shatter any shred of reality like a bowling ball smashing into a giant mirror. With 4-hydroxylated tryptamines this combination is beyond amazing. ketamine is simply there to nullify any negative sensory alerts. And if you mix with DXM... heh. Prepare to go to another planet.
. Haven't tripped in 6 months so I'm excited about this. Going to do some Ket and salvia on the peak. Perfection. Eliminates the fear/anxiety of salvinorin and it seems to shatter any shred of reality like a bowling ball smashing into a giant mirror. With 4-hydroxylated tryptamines this combination is beyond amazing. ketamine is simply there to nullify any negative sensory alerts. And if you mix with DXM... heh. Prepare to go to another planet.- Status