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Bluelighter
So here i am staring at the computer screen, "do i take it nasally or sublingual with a surficant". no response. friends are here. out of time, this is research anyways right?
"i think two of us should go sublingual and two of us should try it nasally".
so i mixed a little hair conditioner into a few drops of mouthwash and lemon juice with a toothpick and dabbed a bit into the space between my gum and my lip. my tongue couldnt help but explore so it wound up coating most of the front of my tongue too. gross. whatever.
blotter in. that would be 500 micrograms (so i was told) of 25C-NBOMe. Ive been waiting to try this for years now and had a go at it last sunday at half of the dose, which was too small to recognize much of the effect from. This trip will be interesting from what i read.
A few moments later my lip and tongue tip are numb. we decide to go to a friends house with a bunch of woods and a river to let everything kick in. we would dose my other two friends when we got there (we figured nasal administration would kick in faster than the oral route).
on the way in the car there was a buildup of energy that had no means to be released. it wasnt quite an anxiety, but rather i felt that strong "comming" feeling, as you might feel after your first hit of DMT before all the fun stuff knocks you out. it was quite the "woah".
the guy who drove us stopped at taco bell then decided to eat in the parking lot, this is relevant because i felt like any moment i would loose it or something new would start to happen and i wouldnt be able to dose my friends. at this time my sense of smell had become spectacular. the energy was being pumped by breathing a sensational breath that carried with it a pallet of smells. this is a truly beautiful sense that i have never experienced in this way before.
by the time we got there i was ssslightly shaky and had started recalling the reports of seizures etc... i can see how someone could lose it on a way higher dose and just start shaking at the begining of this experience--there is what feels like an internal posture change that requires you to squirm around in quick twitches, gitters you might call them. they were not nesesary, but felt right. at any rate it wasnt too alarming and easily controlable. it quickly went away as soon as i got out of the car, and may have been due to psyching myself out and being cramped up with this urge of novelty surging around in my veins. however it was clear my mind and body had taken on a new relationship with eachother by this time. it was subtle, but it was there. no other effects were felt at this time (about 20-30 mins in)
i took my waterbottle and took the cap off, put a blotter on and poured a bit of water in the cap. i took a pipette and sucked the water up over the blotter and back down on it/through it. i did this more times than i think was nesesary before sucking all of it up and squirting it into my buddies nose while he layed down in the back of the car. i repeated with the procedure with the same blotter and new water and the other nostril. after this he took the blotter and got whatever remained sublingually. i did this with a half a blotter for the other friend.
we got out and walked back into the woods. when we were there we crossed a log over the river. at first i thought twice about it because i was unsure of my legs in this state. legs assured, i crossed the river. things were getting smooth. colors were getting brighter, sharper. details extremely vivid and lucid. my mind was relaxed and things became as if i were watching them in a movie or from a third persons perspective that was still distinctly my own.
we began playing with a rope swing, trying to get on to a platform in a tricky position relative to land, the water, where the rope was hanging from, and where the platform was. you had to run tangent to the circle created by pulling the rope away from the center where gravity lets it rest. then travel around the circle while holding yourself on the swing until you got over the water and around on to the platform that was between two trees about 45 degrees from where you started on land. the path from the origin of the rope to the platform would be perpendicular to the path from where you stood on land and the origin.
i went for it and stuck the landing flawlessly. controling my muscles became very precice and with ease. holding onto the rope was much easier than had i not been on this substance. i didnt think about doing it, just what needed to be done. running was easy and dedicated. whatever i did without hesitation could be done. my pal second guessed himself and smacked into the tree, spun around and fell in the water a few times. he came close and the thought occurred to me that it was only because he was heasitant that he couldnt get on the platform. my thinking had become extremely philisophical and clear.
there was no cloudy headedness to this like with other psychedelics however. i felt completely sober, but inspired, when it came to thinking. speaking was fluid and easy around people not under the influence. everything was very clear and sensational really. there was an aspect of synesthesia, not very strong or noticable, it was subtle and of expereincing each sense together and in new ways so that sound had a taste to the way it felt if you relaxed and let things do.
but where were all of the visuals? both other friends i was with at the river reported almost nothing visually besides a crisp heightening of the sense of vision. the most i got was slight undulating and sliding when i relaxed, and each time it was a fleeting thing lost to the energy. we were well over an hour in, when is everything going to just HIT. we were tripping, and going strong, but we werent "tripping". there was no impairment, there was no heavy alteration of reality whatsoever that people are used to on shrooms or acid or other 2c-x drugs. the butterflies in our stomachs were gone a while ago and left us in a state of sheer bliss and clarity with a strong sense of childlike wonder.
now this energy thing, its not like a stimulant energy, and its not gittery at this point in the trip. the energy is akin to the energy of a child. its an excitement, an uninhibited drive for exploring your environment and whatever came to mind. we were little kids again, but with all of the control and responsibility of an adult intact. it would not be hard to preform any task requiring your mental acuity or judgement skills. like most psychedelics however it would be a great tool for scientists or anyone who would need that sort of creativity or novel thinking. writers, businessmen even.
after a while we decided to go back to the house and find our other friend. on the way i observed details in the plants and bugs and everything that was fantastic. one friend mentioned he felt like he was blowing up like a balloon. the other friend said it felt somewhat like mdma. it was like mdma without the "push" or rush. it was a smooth calm tame version that didnt turn you into a raving lunatic. its like being on x and being sober at the same time.
one intersting thing that his had in common with other psychedelics was feeling every detail of your own anatomy. looking at your hands you could see how they were constructed just as you felt them. you could feel your innards, and you felt very much like a "living creature", much more fragile and with less of an entitlement to life. i was thankful for my skin and organs and that everything was working the way it should. i also felt where things were not working where they should (blisters on my hand for instance that were sheared from swinging on the rope or a slight sore throat i was overcoming from a peice of fiber covered in a mean agent inhaled the night before perhapse). posture became an important thing, and easy to hold. i can imagine a doctor on this substance would have quite the time with this effect. it was not disturbed or akward like with other psychedelics however, it was clear and sensational as everything else with this drug.
when we got back the friend on half a dose (our driver) was looking around frantically for a lost bag of drugs. he just sold some and lost the rest. not the first time either. we poked fun at him for being an idiot when it came to keeping track of where all his stuff is in combination with how seriously he was trying to take dealing drugs.
we decided to then go downtown for the shows. a friend was throwing a music festival and half of it was at a theater to have music and the other half was in the woods so there wouldnt be noise complaints like festivals past. its a bummer, but its worth it.
on the way downtown we were flying. it felt great outside, life was good, music was better. it had an indescribable depth and floated like magic ripples through the air. if only there was more base. our driver drove with ease, as there was no inebriation or visual disturbances.
when we got there i got stung by a bee and started tripping nuts man. %) kiddin, but i did get stung by a bee
. we went inside. the driver was preforming later on in the fest so he got in for free. my other buddy was in for free because he had someone vouch for him that he would be doing some art later on and i should have said the same but forgot to say i was preforming, so they tried to charge me ten bucks. rain check. me and the other paying pall decided to go get some food or something. hey theres no loss of apatite on this, great.
we walked outside to try and find a place to eat. things got funny walking through little saigon (the part of downtown we were in). humor came easily. after walking and talking for a while we never really found a place. we walked in a pizza place and some confusion came in (commercialism tends to have a push towards confusing you with what you really want with what people want you to want, and in this state it was easily seen and felt. my buddy who i was buying food for didnt help -_-). i stuck to my guns and the search continued.
i wanted to walk around downtown but we got back to the theater and decided to get a ride for food. driverman let us know he had to go back to the other side of town. as his story unraveled we realized we were stuck in a shitty situation. he wasnt stopping to get food, and we were along the ride for some big drug deal we couldnt attend, he would have to drop us off. now, in my heightened state of mind here the discrepancy in all that is right in this world with how sketchy and utterly stupid this situation was got me worked into a bit of a sarcastic tangent. for me and the other people that werent sketchballs in the car this was quite halarious, but my poor driving friend was held captive by some cycle of pleasing a malicious cultural god and never got the point. he had to pick someone up and when we asked if we could stop in to get water he said that wouldnt be smart. we fucking knew the guy too, he was a good friend of ours and they were both acting sketchy as hell. really pissed me off. we got our water.
the fact that he was dealing with someone who is pushing fake exctacy into the entire scene on our side of town and aiding in the process of turning him and a nice portion of our friends into total bumfuck idiot drug addict sketchballs didnt seem to phase him. he had somehow found it logical that although he was dealing with the same person who sold these drugs to another sketchball who wound up "befriending" an actual good friend of everyones and getting him killed on the stuff, that he was somehow above being prone to the same disease as everyone else. "if you drink water and eat healthy and exorcise and stop doing drugs you wont itch all the time. you lost your drugs and your in a predicament and the way you are trying to get out of it is by doing even more of what got you here in the first place, you sir are a genius!".
he also started compromising valuable characteristics like not ditching all of the friends your with to go participate in all this instead, as if we were going to rob him or even give a shit about whatever drug deals were going on. we fucking should have though, people like that DESERVE to have the cops called on them, fuckheads. selling drugs has got to be the biggest joke in all of commercialism (not that i dont see the value in commerce and the money system, its just that the excess of it, and not recognizing it for what it is can lead to bad paradigms that ruin people). its one of the most hypocritical thats for sure. i bet you more personality disorders have been created by the process than have the drugs themselves.
whatever. back to the river. i didnt dwell on it and i was glad we at least didnt have to go along for the ride. feels nice to stretch my long legs after being in a car for over an hour while he figured out exactly where he was going and what he was doing (well half of what he was doing, fully unaware that he was participating in a ritual that seals those moments of his life as the precursor to whatever effects his actions have in the future). going back we saw a friend and told him about the stuff we were experimenting with. he seemed interested in the effects coupled with the knowledge of its character as a very specific 5ht2a agonist. it is a very interesting thing indeed, it was like showing us "this aspect" of other psychedelic drugs.
it was now about 4 hours after we dosed (we were leaving taco bells parking lot at 1:30, and dosed only a little before then) and we were still full swing, over the peak for sure but still way up there. some more campers came across the river and started chatting. for the next couple hours the effects were still strongly apparent but dying down.
around 8-9 hours in some people showed up with a bunch of nitrous and herbs laced with win-55 (jwh-200). we hit a few "womp womps" (lol) and they smoked a joint of the win. i dont smoke so i ate a little bit of it, what he said he would smoke to get high. after that everyone was planning on going back to the theater. our ride was still off digging himself a hole. when he finally showed up he didnt have enough room for us because he was toting around the dealer who was too sketched out to even let us see his face. fucking idiot, im not a violent person, but i really wanted to just lob this guys head off. something needs to be done about people like that, we live in a civilized world but everyone on the underground scene is too much of a pussy to call people out and take action.. and what action would there be to take? drugs really need to be legalized for the integrity of those who use them and to end this counter culture game of fucking your life up. no one should have to deal with the bullshit people like that are tricking people with low self esteem with.
this the effects of the 25C-NBOMe became less aparent as the people were shoing up, gently leting us go back to the way we were before we dosed with no after effects or comedown whatsoever. i spent the rest of the night at a friends birthday party getting drunk for the first time in a month. no ill effects or hangover were noticed thismorning.
aside from the bout with all the bad spirits i enjoyed the experience more than most ive had. this is a quality chemical with low abuse potential (because it dosnt "fuck you up" like people want, and has no aspect appealing to drug addicts or people that abuse drugs. at most i could imagine people using it as a slight pick up for depression, but i cant imagine it being a very repeatable thing due to rapid tolerance and the subtle nature of its effect, at this dose at least).
i would like to experiment with this a few weeks or months from now at the dose of 1mg. i am not sure on ROA yet. ill let everyone know how it goes.
"i think two of us should go sublingual and two of us should try it nasally".
so i mixed a little hair conditioner into a few drops of mouthwash and lemon juice with a toothpick and dabbed a bit into the space between my gum and my lip. my tongue couldnt help but explore so it wound up coating most of the front of my tongue too. gross. whatever.
blotter in. that would be 500 micrograms (so i was told) of 25C-NBOMe. Ive been waiting to try this for years now and had a go at it last sunday at half of the dose, which was too small to recognize much of the effect from. This trip will be interesting from what i read.
A few moments later my lip and tongue tip are numb. we decide to go to a friends house with a bunch of woods and a river to let everything kick in. we would dose my other two friends when we got there (we figured nasal administration would kick in faster than the oral route).
on the way in the car there was a buildup of energy that had no means to be released. it wasnt quite an anxiety, but rather i felt that strong "comming" feeling, as you might feel after your first hit of DMT before all the fun stuff knocks you out. it was quite the "woah".
the guy who drove us stopped at taco bell then decided to eat in the parking lot, this is relevant because i felt like any moment i would loose it or something new would start to happen and i wouldnt be able to dose my friends. at this time my sense of smell had become spectacular. the energy was being pumped by breathing a sensational breath that carried with it a pallet of smells. this is a truly beautiful sense that i have never experienced in this way before.
by the time we got there i was ssslightly shaky and had started recalling the reports of seizures etc... i can see how someone could lose it on a way higher dose and just start shaking at the begining of this experience--there is what feels like an internal posture change that requires you to squirm around in quick twitches, gitters you might call them. they were not nesesary, but felt right. at any rate it wasnt too alarming and easily controlable. it quickly went away as soon as i got out of the car, and may have been due to psyching myself out and being cramped up with this urge of novelty surging around in my veins. however it was clear my mind and body had taken on a new relationship with eachother by this time. it was subtle, but it was there. no other effects were felt at this time (about 20-30 mins in)
i took my waterbottle and took the cap off, put a blotter on and poured a bit of water in the cap. i took a pipette and sucked the water up over the blotter and back down on it/through it. i did this more times than i think was nesesary before sucking all of it up and squirting it into my buddies nose while he layed down in the back of the car. i repeated with the procedure with the same blotter and new water and the other nostril. after this he took the blotter and got whatever remained sublingually. i did this with a half a blotter for the other friend.
we got out and walked back into the woods. when we were there we crossed a log over the river. at first i thought twice about it because i was unsure of my legs in this state. legs assured, i crossed the river. things were getting smooth. colors were getting brighter, sharper. details extremely vivid and lucid. my mind was relaxed and things became as if i were watching them in a movie or from a third persons perspective that was still distinctly my own.
we began playing with a rope swing, trying to get on to a platform in a tricky position relative to land, the water, where the rope was hanging from, and where the platform was. you had to run tangent to the circle created by pulling the rope away from the center where gravity lets it rest. then travel around the circle while holding yourself on the swing until you got over the water and around on to the platform that was between two trees about 45 degrees from where you started on land. the path from the origin of the rope to the platform would be perpendicular to the path from where you stood on land and the origin.
i went for it and stuck the landing flawlessly. controling my muscles became very precice and with ease. holding onto the rope was much easier than had i not been on this substance. i didnt think about doing it, just what needed to be done. running was easy and dedicated. whatever i did without hesitation could be done. my pal second guessed himself and smacked into the tree, spun around and fell in the water a few times. he came close and the thought occurred to me that it was only because he was heasitant that he couldnt get on the platform. my thinking had become extremely philisophical and clear.
there was no cloudy headedness to this like with other psychedelics however. i felt completely sober, but inspired, when it came to thinking. speaking was fluid and easy around people not under the influence. everything was very clear and sensational really. there was an aspect of synesthesia, not very strong or noticable, it was subtle and of expereincing each sense together and in new ways so that sound had a taste to the way it felt if you relaxed and let things do.
but where were all of the visuals? both other friends i was with at the river reported almost nothing visually besides a crisp heightening of the sense of vision. the most i got was slight undulating and sliding when i relaxed, and each time it was a fleeting thing lost to the energy. we were well over an hour in, when is everything going to just HIT. we were tripping, and going strong, but we werent "tripping". there was no impairment, there was no heavy alteration of reality whatsoever that people are used to on shrooms or acid or other 2c-x drugs. the butterflies in our stomachs were gone a while ago and left us in a state of sheer bliss and clarity with a strong sense of childlike wonder.
now this energy thing, its not like a stimulant energy, and its not gittery at this point in the trip. the energy is akin to the energy of a child. its an excitement, an uninhibited drive for exploring your environment and whatever came to mind. we were little kids again, but with all of the control and responsibility of an adult intact. it would not be hard to preform any task requiring your mental acuity or judgement skills. like most psychedelics however it would be a great tool for scientists or anyone who would need that sort of creativity or novel thinking. writers, businessmen even.
after a while we decided to go back to the house and find our other friend. on the way i observed details in the plants and bugs and everything that was fantastic. one friend mentioned he felt like he was blowing up like a balloon. the other friend said it felt somewhat like mdma. it was like mdma without the "push" or rush. it was a smooth calm tame version that didnt turn you into a raving lunatic. its like being on x and being sober at the same time.
one intersting thing that his had in common with other psychedelics was feeling every detail of your own anatomy. looking at your hands you could see how they were constructed just as you felt them. you could feel your innards, and you felt very much like a "living creature", much more fragile and with less of an entitlement to life. i was thankful for my skin and organs and that everything was working the way it should. i also felt where things were not working where they should (blisters on my hand for instance that were sheared from swinging on the rope or a slight sore throat i was overcoming from a peice of fiber covered in a mean agent inhaled the night before perhapse). posture became an important thing, and easy to hold. i can imagine a doctor on this substance would have quite the time with this effect. it was not disturbed or akward like with other psychedelics however, it was clear and sensational as everything else with this drug.
when we got back the friend on half a dose (our driver) was looking around frantically for a lost bag of drugs. he just sold some and lost the rest. not the first time either. we poked fun at him for being an idiot when it came to keeping track of where all his stuff is in combination with how seriously he was trying to take dealing drugs.
we decided to then go downtown for the shows. a friend was throwing a music festival and half of it was at a theater to have music and the other half was in the woods so there wouldnt be noise complaints like festivals past. its a bummer, but its worth it.
on the way downtown we were flying. it felt great outside, life was good, music was better. it had an indescribable depth and floated like magic ripples through the air. if only there was more base. our driver drove with ease, as there was no inebriation or visual disturbances.
when we got there i got stung by a bee and started tripping nuts man. %) kiddin, but i did get stung by a bee
. we went inside. the driver was preforming later on in the fest so he got in for free. my other buddy was in for free because he had someone vouch for him that he would be doing some art later on and i should have said the same but forgot to say i was preforming, so they tried to charge me ten bucks. rain check. me and the other paying pall decided to go get some food or something. hey theres no loss of apatite on this, great. we walked outside to try and find a place to eat. things got funny walking through little saigon (the part of downtown we were in). humor came easily. after walking and talking for a while we never really found a place. we walked in a pizza place and some confusion came in (commercialism tends to have a push towards confusing you with what you really want with what people want you to want, and in this state it was easily seen and felt. my buddy who i was buying food for didnt help -_-). i stuck to my guns and the search continued.
i wanted to walk around downtown but we got back to the theater and decided to get a ride for food. driverman let us know he had to go back to the other side of town. as his story unraveled we realized we were stuck in a shitty situation. he wasnt stopping to get food, and we were along the ride for some big drug deal we couldnt attend, he would have to drop us off. now, in my heightened state of mind here the discrepancy in all that is right in this world with how sketchy and utterly stupid this situation was got me worked into a bit of a sarcastic tangent. for me and the other people that werent sketchballs in the car this was quite halarious, but my poor driving friend was held captive by some cycle of pleasing a malicious cultural god and never got the point. he had to pick someone up and when we asked if we could stop in to get water he said that wouldnt be smart. we fucking knew the guy too, he was a good friend of ours and they were both acting sketchy as hell. really pissed me off. we got our water.
the fact that he was dealing with someone who is pushing fake exctacy into the entire scene on our side of town and aiding in the process of turning him and a nice portion of our friends into total bumfuck idiot drug addict sketchballs didnt seem to phase him. he had somehow found it logical that although he was dealing with the same person who sold these drugs to another sketchball who wound up "befriending" an actual good friend of everyones and getting him killed on the stuff, that he was somehow above being prone to the same disease as everyone else. "if you drink water and eat healthy and exorcise and stop doing drugs you wont itch all the time. you lost your drugs and your in a predicament and the way you are trying to get out of it is by doing even more of what got you here in the first place, you sir are a genius!".
he also started compromising valuable characteristics like not ditching all of the friends your with to go participate in all this instead, as if we were going to rob him or even give a shit about whatever drug deals were going on. we fucking should have though, people like that DESERVE to have the cops called on them, fuckheads. selling drugs has got to be the biggest joke in all of commercialism (not that i dont see the value in commerce and the money system, its just that the excess of it, and not recognizing it for what it is can lead to bad paradigms that ruin people). its one of the most hypocritical thats for sure. i bet you more personality disorders have been created by the process than have the drugs themselves.
whatever. back to the river. i didnt dwell on it and i was glad we at least didnt have to go along for the ride. feels nice to stretch my long legs after being in a car for over an hour while he figured out exactly where he was going and what he was doing (well half of what he was doing, fully unaware that he was participating in a ritual that seals those moments of his life as the precursor to whatever effects his actions have in the future). going back we saw a friend and told him about the stuff we were experimenting with. he seemed interested in the effects coupled with the knowledge of its character as a very specific 5ht2a agonist. it is a very interesting thing indeed, it was like showing us "this aspect" of other psychedelic drugs.
it was now about 4 hours after we dosed (we were leaving taco bells parking lot at 1:30, and dosed only a little before then) and we were still full swing, over the peak for sure but still way up there. some more campers came across the river and started chatting. for the next couple hours the effects were still strongly apparent but dying down.
around 8-9 hours in some people showed up with a bunch of nitrous and herbs laced with win-55 (jwh-200). we hit a few "womp womps" (lol) and they smoked a joint of the win. i dont smoke so i ate a little bit of it, what he said he would smoke to get high. after that everyone was planning on going back to the theater. our ride was still off digging himself a hole. when he finally showed up he didnt have enough room for us because he was toting around the dealer who was too sketched out to even let us see his face. fucking idiot, im not a violent person, but i really wanted to just lob this guys head off. something needs to be done about people like that, we live in a civilized world but everyone on the underground scene is too much of a pussy to call people out and take action.. and what action would there be to take? drugs really need to be legalized for the integrity of those who use them and to end this counter culture game of fucking your life up. no one should have to deal with the bullshit people like that are tricking people with low self esteem with.
this the effects of the 25C-NBOMe became less aparent as the people were shoing up, gently leting us go back to the way we were before we dosed with no after effects or comedown whatsoever. i spent the rest of the night at a friends birthday party getting drunk for the first time in a month. no ill effects or hangover were noticed thismorning.
aside from the bout with all the bad spirits i enjoyed the experience more than most ive had. this is a quality chemical with low abuse potential (because it dosnt "fuck you up" like people want, and has no aspect appealing to drug addicts or people that abuse drugs. at most i could imagine people using it as a slight pick up for depression, but i cant imagine it being a very repeatable thing due to rapid tolerance and the subtle nature of its effect, at this dose at least).
i would like to experiment with this a few weeks or months from now at the dose of 1mg. i am not sure on ROA yet. ill let everyone know how it goes.
