noizemare
Greenlighter
2C-E or 2,5-dimethoxy-4-ethylphenethylamine...
Is so not for me.
Two nights ago I decided to take a 15mg capsule of 2C-E. I have never tripped out so hard in my life. I was reading up on it's effects at certain dosages, and I can not believe that the 15mg capsule did to me what it did compared to that of others (In fact its effects on me were closer to that reported of 30mg).
The psychedelic trips were intense, very intense and really neat. I think that was the only positive part about the whole thing (At least for the first 2 hours). Absolutely everything was distorted and every object had a magical dust floating off it. It's likely why I ended up getting sick at one point but... Who knows. The pain was really bad on my back, spine, and ribs but it was bearable. Eventually I walked home from where I was, my friend opting to walk me home which was close by (fuck was it ever cold out, like frost bite your ass if you're not quick), and it got eerily quiet at one point (it was about 2am at this point) and I started seeing people in dark doorways of houses, seeing people looking/watching, hearing sounds and things calling me out. My shakes were really bad and I would reach higher points where I lost all my bearings, who I was, what I was doing, and what was going on.
The worst part was I went through two perceptions of death. I'm almost certain that feeling is what I will feel the day I actually do die. I just slipped in to nothingness for a while at two points. By the time I got home I looked at myself in the mirror and my skin looked beet red all over. Eventually I took off my clothing to change and nearly had an outburst from tripping on my body. I kept seeing it dying over and over (physically this time). Veins surging with bright red until my skin followed and turned blue, then black. I was dying over and over.
It was rather traumatic and my personal problems shone through like never before. I was almost willing to kill myself because I knew I was gonna die or have to be killed. I had to give up a razor I use for cutting weed sometimes to my friend so I didn't make any mistakes. Thankfully I was too shaky to do much other than listen to music and watch... the Lion King. Two days following I was very messed up, questioning if I was really existing or if I had died and living out a life that isn't actually there because I haven't realised I had died. It made me contemplate my whole being for a while.
Needless to say, 2C-E is totally not for me.
Any other stories with 2C-E? Comments? I'm curious about other users. At this point I really question the kind of people who can hack that sort of thing and be ok. I mean I've been through some intense stuff but even my words that describe it now don't hold a stick to the time during. I'm sure it must have just hit me really hard... I find most things do for some reason more than most people tell me.
Is so not for me.
Two nights ago I decided to take a 15mg capsule of 2C-E. I have never tripped out so hard in my life. I was reading up on it's effects at certain dosages, and I can not believe that the 15mg capsule did to me what it did compared to that of others (In fact its effects on me were closer to that reported of 30mg).
The psychedelic trips were intense, very intense and really neat. I think that was the only positive part about the whole thing (At least for the first 2 hours). Absolutely everything was distorted and every object had a magical dust floating off it. It's likely why I ended up getting sick at one point but... Who knows. The pain was really bad on my back, spine, and ribs but it was bearable. Eventually I walked home from where I was, my friend opting to walk me home which was close by (fuck was it ever cold out, like frost bite your ass if you're not quick), and it got eerily quiet at one point (it was about 2am at this point) and I started seeing people in dark doorways of houses, seeing people looking/watching, hearing sounds and things calling me out. My shakes were really bad and I would reach higher points where I lost all my bearings, who I was, what I was doing, and what was going on.
The worst part was I went through two perceptions of death. I'm almost certain that feeling is what I will feel the day I actually do die. I just slipped in to nothingness for a while at two points. By the time I got home I looked at myself in the mirror and my skin looked beet red all over. Eventually I took off my clothing to change and nearly had an outburst from tripping on my body. I kept seeing it dying over and over (physically this time). Veins surging with bright red until my skin followed and turned blue, then black. I was dying over and over.
It was rather traumatic and my personal problems shone through like never before. I was almost willing to kill myself because I knew I was gonna die or have to be killed. I had to give up a razor I use for cutting weed sometimes to my friend so I didn't make any mistakes. Thankfully I was too shaky to do much other than listen to music and watch... the Lion King. Two days following I was very messed up, questioning if I was really existing or if I had died and living out a life that isn't actually there because I haven't realised I had died. It made me contemplate my whole being for a while.
Needless to say, 2C-E is totally not for me.
Any other stories with 2C-E? Comments? I'm curious about other users. At this point I really question the kind of people who can hack that sort of thing and be ok. I mean I've been through some intense stuff but even my words that describe it now don't hold a stick to the time during. I'm sure it must have just hit me really hard... I find most things do for some reason more than most people tell me.
