Dondante
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How can I describe 2C-T-7?
In short, I'd say this material is a sensuous feast; it’s a door that allows one to experience the magnificence of the human senses and to experience reality in a manner that quotidian existence simply does not permit. For one night, my environment radiated brilliantly though every sensory channel resulting in an incredible synesthetic experience. I not only heard music, but I saw it, breathed it, and I felt in my bones; each note would resonate through my spine … like I was the very instrument being plucked.
After my first trial, this drug takes its place among my most cherished. My fiancé and I had an incredible night (22 and 26 mg respectively), which entailed a 3 hour feast followed by one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life.
We started with 12 and 20 mg in capsules respectively early on a Saturday evening. We both also took 500 mg ibuprofen, two Dramamine, Vit E supplements, and 300 mg idebenone for neuroprotection and to mitigate any side effects. Surprisingly, the effects were virtually nonexistent even two hours post ingestion. I felt a slight tingling and warmth that didn’t seem to be developing further, but my fiancé reported nothing more than sleepiness. She laid down and almost falling asleep in this period. I decided to insufflate 6 mg because I didn’t care to lengthen the experience significantly, but I still wanted to get an idea of dose/response for this substance … and trip of course! My plan was to insufflate 5-6 mg at a time until I got to a satisfactory level. The burn was very intense ... I recommended that my fiancé not try it.
At first I wasn’t sure if visual distortions were manifesting or if my vision was just affected by watery eyes due to the incredible burn in my sinuses. Twenty minutes later I was undeniably altered and my fiancé decided to try more, so I gave her an additional 10 mg … this time dissolved in water to speed the absorption. I was unsure of whether this would have any effect at all, judging by the lack of effect from 12 mg orally 2:30. After watching some extras from the movie, Pan’s Labyrinth, including a fascinating interview with three prominent Mexican producers, my fiancé still reported feeling completely normal and that she was getting an appetite for dinner. We discussed going out for food and then renting a movie to avoid boredom since she seemed completely unresponsive to this substance.
A few minutes later we ventured into the kitchen where I turned on the lights (now T+3:00 or 9:00 p.m.) … her pupils were like saucers! She couldn’t believe it, but from that moment the effects developed rapidly for her. I think there is something funky about the absorption of oral 2C-T-7, but there was definitely a psychological component to her inability to notice the effects as well. She’s only tried a phenethylamine on one other occasion (12 mg 2C-E) so I imagine she was expecting a tryptamine-like alteration of thoughts. The maintenance of lucidity may have fooled her into thinking that it was nothing.
The second dose must have kicked in very soon after because she felt quite uneasy for the next hour or so. Some high quality hash helped relieve her anxiety ... and also stimulated our appetites!
There was still a slight uncertainty in my stomach (possibly more for my fiancé), but it didn’t prevent me from eating a 1.5lb rib eye steak and a delicious spinach salad with hardboiled eggs and a homemade Catalina dressing. I can’t begin to explain the effort that went into the preparation of this meal. Each step seemed to be a feat of momentous proportions … it’s still a wonder to me that it actually tasted great and the steak was cooked perfectly.
The best I can do to describe this meal is to say that each bite was a sensorial explosion; each mouthful inundated ALL of my senses in unreserved carnal pleasure.
The effect of 2C-T-7 on the senses is unlike any other. I could isolate a single sensory input and experience it as if it was all that existed … the taste of a rib eye steak, the smell of burning incense, the tactile sensation of caressing fingers. Even without any external sensory input, shifting my focus to my right hand produced a tingling sensation, like a hyperawareness of its position in space. When I let my mind relax its focus from any particular sensory input, my senses would blend into an extraordinary synesthesia. Through every activity, I constantly marveled at the very fact that I was experiencing such an intense awareness of my senses.
I must add that, at times, I wasn’t sure if some of these odd sensations were actually pleasurable. Sometimes they bordered on being uncomfortable, but I found them so incredibly interesting and unique that any sense of discomfort faded into the background. My fiancé was bothered for a short period with the sensation of music causing her skin to crawl. I experienced it as well and it was extremely odd. It felt like the stimulation of a primitive fear response, but without any conscious sense of fear … like a dissociation of the bodily sensations of fear from the conscious element. Many sensations are extremely difficult to describe.
One concept became clear to me over the course of the night: humans are just as much a part of nature as every thing else. We are merely self-perpetuating structures on the atomic level, with no solid anchor in the physical world … our atoms and molecules are constantly being recycled. Therefore, our own bodies don’t even belong to us. Our physical form is merely a particular order imposed on atoms and molecules. The illusory “I” somehow emerges from this structure, but if you acknowledge the illusion of the physical you, then you are stuck with the concept that your ego/mind is inextricably linked to a material frame, but not to the matter itself. Another way to consider this idea is that “I” am merely a framework through which the universe experiences itself. I am made of the same stuff as everything else, and in the physical world there is no distinction that can be made between me and not me. Only in my subjective, ego-filtered experience do I become a separate entity, and this is, of course, an illusion.
Life appears to be nothing more than perpetuated structure … yet, to me, that is beautiful. I am mortal, but through biologically reproduction another framework can be perpetuated … another vein through which subjective human experience can be born. The perpetuation is no different whether you consider the ability of an RNA molecule to perpetuate structure in the form of peptides or humans to self-perpetuate in the form of sexual reproduction. The ability of information to self-maintain was and is fascinating to me. Is it just chance that humans are here, or is this perpetuation along with forces of evolution heading in some direction? My gut feeling is that there is an organizing force that has not been recognized. I don’t envision an designer per se, but rather a fundamental teleological law of the universe. Who knows?
The night was symbolic; it was an honoring of what it means to be human. What makes it possible for our species to perpetuate its own structure? Two things: survival and reproduction … sustenance and procreation. The feast represented the survival of the human organism and love making, the maintenance of the human species. Call me weird, but it seemed to be a compelling idea at the time. 2C-T-7 is a celebration of the senses. This night was far from any routine experience of food and sex; this night was an epicurean fantasy ... a sensuous feast!
Edit: I must also note that there was a strong empathic component to the experience. I can't count the number of times that I stared into my fiancé’s eyes and told her that she was the most stunningly beautiful girl I'd ever known ... can't say I was making it up either, but comments like that don't always carry the same sincerity that I was expressing that night. We spent much of the "feast" just staring into each others eyes. The visual distortions were unlike that of mushrooms where faces morph and become disproportioned and grotesque. 2C-T-7 transfigured her face into a grid of brilliant geometric shapes, like some fantastical goddess ... there was a high resemblance to Alex Grey's work.
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In short, I'd say this material is a sensuous feast; it’s a door that allows one to experience the magnificence of the human senses and to experience reality in a manner that quotidian existence simply does not permit. For one night, my environment radiated brilliantly though every sensory channel resulting in an incredible synesthetic experience. I not only heard music, but I saw it, breathed it, and I felt in my bones; each note would resonate through my spine … like I was the very instrument being plucked.
After my first trial, this drug takes its place among my most cherished. My fiancé and I had an incredible night (22 and 26 mg respectively), which entailed a 3 hour feast followed by one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life.
We started with 12 and 20 mg in capsules respectively early on a Saturday evening. We both also took 500 mg ibuprofen, two Dramamine, Vit E supplements, and 300 mg idebenone for neuroprotection and to mitigate any side effects. Surprisingly, the effects were virtually nonexistent even two hours post ingestion. I felt a slight tingling and warmth that didn’t seem to be developing further, but my fiancé reported nothing more than sleepiness. She laid down and almost falling asleep in this period. I decided to insufflate 6 mg because I didn’t care to lengthen the experience significantly, but I still wanted to get an idea of dose/response for this substance … and trip of course! My plan was to insufflate 5-6 mg at a time until I got to a satisfactory level. The burn was very intense ... I recommended that my fiancé not try it.
At first I wasn’t sure if visual distortions were manifesting or if my vision was just affected by watery eyes due to the incredible burn in my sinuses. Twenty minutes later I was undeniably altered and my fiancé decided to try more, so I gave her an additional 10 mg … this time dissolved in water to speed the absorption. I was unsure of whether this would have any effect at all, judging by the lack of effect from 12 mg orally 2:30. After watching some extras from the movie, Pan’s Labyrinth, including a fascinating interview with three prominent Mexican producers, my fiancé still reported feeling completely normal and that she was getting an appetite for dinner. We discussed going out for food and then renting a movie to avoid boredom since she seemed completely unresponsive to this substance.
A few minutes later we ventured into the kitchen where I turned on the lights (now T+3:00 or 9:00 p.m.) … her pupils were like saucers! She couldn’t believe it, but from that moment the effects developed rapidly for her. I think there is something funky about the absorption of oral 2C-T-7, but there was definitely a psychological component to her inability to notice the effects as well. She’s only tried a phenethylamine on one other occasion (12 mg 2C-E) so I imagine she was expecting a tryptamine-like alteration of thoughts. The maintenance of lucidity may have fooled her into thinking that it was nothing.
The second dose must have kicked in very soon after because she felt quite uneasy for the next hour or so. Some high quality hash helped relieve her anxiety ... and also stimulated our appetites!
There was still a slight uncertainty in my stomach (possibly more for my fiancé), but it didn’t prevent me from eating a 1.5lb rib eye steak and a delicious spinach salad with hardboiled eggs and a homemade Catalina dressing. I can’t begin to explain the effort that went into the preparation of this meal. Each step seemed to be a feat of momentous proportions … it’s still a wonder to me that it actually tasted great and the steak was cooked perfectly.
The best I can do to describe this meal is to say that each bite was a sensorial explosion; each mouthful inundated ALL of my senses in unreserved carnal pleasure.
The effect of 2C-T-7 on the senses is unlike any other. I could isolate a single sensory input and experience it as if it was all that existed … the taste of a rib eye steak, the smell of burning incense, the tactile sensation of caressing fingers. Even without any external sensory input, shifting my focus to my right hand produced a tingling sensation, like a hyperawareness of its position in space. When I let my mind relax its focus from any particular sensory input, my senses would blend into an extraordinary synesthesia. Through every activity, I constantly marveled at the very fact that I was experiencing such an intense awareness of my senses.
I must add that, at times, I wasn’t sure if some of these odd sensations were actually pleasurable. Sometimes they bordered on being uncomfortable, but I found them so incredibly interesting and unique that any sense of discomfort faded into the background. My fiancé was bothered for a short period with the sensation of music causing her skin to crawl. I experienced it as well and it was extremely odd. It felt like the stimulation of a primitive fear response, but without any conscious sense of fear … like a dissociation of the bodily sensations of fear from the conscious element. Many sensations are extremely difficult to describe.
One concept became clear to me over the course of the night: humans are just as much a part of nature as every thing else. We are merely self-perpetuating structures on the atomic level, with no solid anchor in the physical world … our atoms and molecules are constantly being recycled. Therefore, our own bodies don’t even belong to us. Our physical form is merely a particular order imposed on atoms and molecules. The illusory “I” somehow emerges from this structure, but if you acknowledge the illusion of the physical you, then you are stuck with the concept that your ego/mind is inextricably linked to a material frame, but not to the matter itself. Another way to consider this idea is that “I” am merely a framework through which the universe experiences itself. I am made of the same stuff as everything else, and in the physical world there is no distinction that can be made between me and not me. Only in my subjective, ego-filtered experience do I become a separate entity, and this is, of course, an illusion.
Life appears to be nothing more than perpetuated structure … yet, to me, that is beautiful. I am mortal, but through biologically reproduction another framework can be perpetuated … another vein through which subjective human experience can be born. The perpetuation is no different whether you consider the ability of an RNA molecule to perpetuate structure in the form of peptides or humans to self-perpetuate in the form of sexual reproduction. The ability of information to self-maintain was and is fascinating to me. Is it just chance that humans are here, or is this perpetuation along with forces of evolution heading in some direction? My gut feeling is that there is an organizing force that has not been recognized. I don’t envision an designer per se, but rather a fundamental teleological law of the universe. Who knows?
The night was symbolic; it was an honoring of what it means to be human. What makes it possible for our species to perpetuate its own structure? Two things: survival and reproduction … sustenance and procreation. The feast represented the survival of the human organism and love making, the maintenance of the human species. Call me weird, but it seemed to be a compelling idea at the time. 2C-T-7 is a celebration of the senses. This night was far from any routine experience of food and sex; this night was an epicurean fantasy ... a sensuous feast!
Edit: I must also note that there was a strong empathic component to the experience. I can't count the number of times that I stared into my fiancé’s eyes and told her that she was the most stunningly beautiful girl I'd ever known ... can't say I was making it up either, but comments like that don't always carry the same sincerity that I was expressing that night. We spent much of the "feast" just staring into each others eyes. The visual distortions were unlike that of mushrooms where faces morph and become disproportioned and grotesque. 2C-T-7 transfigured her face into a grid of brilliant geometric shapes, like some fantastical goddess ... there was a high resemblance to Alex Grey's work.
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