Gnosisseur
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Written two days after the experience.
The phenethylamine 2C-B had been my first drug experience besides pot. I had taken it alone and felt effects that I would later be able to describe as similar to those of ecstasy, with a strong body high, a shaky, almost frantic mood and very basic, subtle visual distortion. My psychoactive history since then has included 2C-E, ecstasy, acid, DXM, mushrooms, cocaine, ketamine, morning glory, salvia, hydrocodone, and the DMT I'm sorry to say I've failed to achieve full effects with after several trials.
I was with four friends, C, S, A and D, all equally or more experienced with drugs than I was. We were to spend the remainder of the night (it was already around 1:30) at the bed and breakfast where S worked. C was also taking 2C-B, his first time with a 2C-x. S, A and D were all to snort different mixtures of ketamine and hydrocodone, and of course bowls would be going around all night. It turned out that none of us had a scale at the ready, so we ended up eyeballing (a potentially horrible mistake to make with a dose-sensitive chemical, I know... steps will be taken to avoid it in the future) our capsule into two 19-24mg lines. C and I each cleared half a rail and immediately felt the expected severe burning (much more painful than 2C-E). The surreal body high - comparable, I thought at the time, to the rushing MDMA comeup - kicked in after about a minute, pushing me to almost retch, not from nausea but from motion sickness. This quickly passed, however, and although I at that point began to shake mildly but uncontrollably I would not feel physically sick again throughout the trip. I got the first hint of visuals before I leaned over to finish my allotment - vague waving grid patterns emerging from the windows and furniture in my field of vision. C finished his 2C-B and we left.
The first room we entered - S had some small chore to finish before we could retire for the night - I remember for my increasingly obvious visuals and the intense shivering that I at first attributed to the substance. When I brought the latter up my sober friends informed me that it was in fact freezing cold in the room. It seems the drug was preventing me from being consciously aware of temperature.
After we left to our more comfortable quarters, with the shaking continuing, C told me of his initial impressions of 2C-B; his effects more or less mirrored mine. Until then, I had noticed (having tripped with C several times and spent time discussing separate experiences), C and I had not often been affected by specific drugs the same way: C would feel, for example, a more relaxed, passive trip from LSD and an excited, active experience from mushrooms; vice versa for me. MDMA was one of the drugs that our systems seemed to be more in agreement on, based on our shared club rolling and discussions of the substance. Perhaps for some reason related to this (2C-B is, as you might know, chemically similar to MDMA) C and I agreed later on and the next day that we seemed to have been on the same wavelength for much of the night, describing like effects and following roughly the same thought patterns.
It was now, with the shaking subsiding, that the visuals became prominent. (The open-eye visuals were so immersive that it never actually occurred to me to experiment with closed-eye, which I usually achieve anyway with all psychedelics, most good pot and maybe half of my rolls. Therefore, everything I will report will be open-eye.) Normally I have difficulty achieving good OEVs with psychedelics; these, however, were both obvious and lasting, and reminded me somewhat of my first two times with 2C-E (oral dosage, ~20mg). Greater focus was given to geometry than color, although there was no doubt that colors were enhanced; the rotating and fluidly morphing patterns covered my whole field of vision as an "overlay," unlike 2C-E in the respect that the latter would confine each effect to a specific object or area (e.g., a curtain, video game screen or the sky), although I must note the trails behind moving objects a short distance away. I also noticed the "swimming" effect that I think is particularly strong with phenethylamines; concentrating on anything for a few seconds would result in a gentle, rhythmic undulation of patterns and features. (C and I agreed at some point during the trip on the episodic nature of the visuals; they would be obvious and lovely for a time, then fade out of notice to return later.) My friends S, A and D all began their dosing and piece-passing, and we broke out the color-shifting poi balls C had picked up at Bonnaroo. D, the eclectic dancer among us, entertained us with a visual-enhancing lightshow, and spoke of, in addition to his own effects, a strong visually psychedelic sensation that could be explained as a combination of a "contact trip" and the effect of the lightshow, in itself multicolorfully enthralling. I was moved profoundly by the animated beauty of the balls, and was able at one point to announce them as the catalyst for the "most positive experience of my life."
The visuals may have been impressive, but the body load was just as consuming. I'm one who usually enjoys physical tripping, but I couldn't decide whether or not the physical sensations of 2C-B (slightly stronger than they had been my first time, and roughly comparable, again, to those of 2C-E) were enjoyable; the best I can describe them would be as a shroomy space-expansion. I would move, for example, from a standing position to sit in a chair, and feel as though my torso and hips had moved a greater distance than they really had, at a greater speed, and would continue to move subtly after I had stopped. The body high was in some ways tied early on to the visuals - I would not only see but feel the brief presence of someone or something that was not there. Creepy? A little.
C and I would agree later that - for, presumably, all of his trip, and maybe the first half of mine - the cognitive aspects took a backseat to the visual distortion and body high; not much twisted logic or mental rearrangement came to me until I was deep into the visuals. I sank deeper and deeper into an entranced state, watching but not realizing at the time as the visual, physical and mildly cognitive effects gradually converged into a unified full-on tripping sensation. This meant that the things I saw and felt were part of my logical thought processes; this became too much for me to handle. It was then that I began to recall my only salvia trip. (I have a report up, if you care to read it.)
My salvia experience had been defined by the uncovering of some cosmically complex mathematical/philosophical riddle, that I would work through applying all the elements of my surroundings (if I were to compare to algebra, these would be the values of variables) only to return to the beginning. Slowly this became an excruciating grind - the merciless riddle would pull me, constrict me, shove me through the mental footwork of looking for the answer and I'd end up where I had started.
The difference between salvia and 2C-B, of course, was the duration of the effects. Whereas salvia had made me feel this bizarreness for only a few short minutes before a relieving comedown, this was getting more and more intense with time. Eventually I was sweating and panicking, reliving a near-death delusion that I had actually come upon in a different way near the end of my previous brush with the chemical. Although I didn't want to scare my friends or make them think that was unfit to continue taking drugs with them, I wished very badly to have been able to call 911; I had taken too much, I thought, of what a drug that even now relatively little is known about. All that I managed to vocalize was "change this music; I'm having a really negative experience right now." My two friends who were still awake (C and D) complied, but paid little other heed, perhaps too tired and/or twisted themselves to reach basic conclusions.
I still don't really remember how I came out of that pit; I assume that I simply rode it out as the drug began to wear off. Getting up to move certainly helped - I feel that if I had not stayed helplessly in one position as the gears of logic ground around me, I would not have felt mentally confined. It's been said that changing one's environment even slightly can stave off such feelings of stasis, and I'll do my best to remember such in the future; this particular bad trip is something that I've been through to one degree or another on other drugs. It's somewhat of a recurring bad dream that I now had my memory of salvia to mix with.
There isn't much memorable of the next hour or so before I fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning I actually felt very clear-headed; I wouldn't describe it as an afterglow, since I've always understood the term to imply lingering effects, but it was positive nonetheless. I spent the morning and afternoon toking and talking with my friends. I actually felt moderately depressed from the late afternoon that day (very much as often happens to me with ecstasy); whether this was an effect of the drug or not, I cannot say. It's possible, too, that it was not a direct chemical aftereffect but instead the listless, lonely depression that ensues after being separated from a good time with friends. The depression was gone when I awoke this morning.
I'd have to say that it was a positive experience, including the relieved satisfaction I felt upon emerging from salvia-recall hell. I probably would have avoided the terror had I taken a low dose; I feel now, however, ready to cope with a similar dose, should the opportunity come about.
The phenethylamine 2C-B had been my first drug experience besides pot. I had taken it alone and felt effects that I would later be able to describe as similar to those of ecstasy, with a strong body high, a shaky, almost frantic mood and very basic, subtle visual distortion. My psychoactive history since then has included 2C-E, ecstasy, acid, DXM, mushrooms, cocaine, ketamine, morning glory, salvia, hydrocodone, and the DMT I'm sorry to say I've failed to achieve full effects with after several trials.
I was with four friends, C, S, A and D, all equally or more experienced with drugs than I was. We were to spend the remainder of the night (it was already around 1:30) at the bed and breakfast where S worked. C was also taking 2C-B, his first time with a 2C-x. S, A and D were all to snort different mixtures of ketamine and hydrocodone, and of course bowls would be going around all night. It turned out that none of us had a scale at the ready, so we ended up eyeballing (a potentially horrible mistake to make with a dose-sensitive chemical, I know... steps will be taken to avoid it in the future) our capsule into two 19-24mg lines. C and I each cleared half a rail and immediately felt the expected severe burning (much more painful than 2C-E). The surreal body high - comparable, I thought at the time, to the rushing MDMA comeup - kicked in after about a minute, pushing me to almost retch, not from nausea but from motion sickness. This quickly passed, however, and although I at that point began to shake mildly but uncontrollably I would not feel physically sick again throughout the trip. I got the first hint of visuals before I leaned over to finish my allotment - vague waving grid patterns emerging from the windows and furniture in my field of vision. C finished his 2C-B and we left.
The first room we entered - S had some small chore to finish before we could retire for the night - I remember for my increasingly obvious visuals and the intense shivering that I at first attributed to the substance. When I brought the latter up my sober friends informed me that it was in fact freezing cold in the room. It seems the drug was preventing me from being consciously aware of temperature.
After we left to our more comfortable quarters, with the shaking continuing, C told me of his initial impressions of 2C-B; his effects more or less mirrored mine. Until then, I had noticed (having tripped with C several times and spent time discussing separate experiences), C and I had not often been affected by specific drugs the same way: C would feel, for example, a more relaxed, passive trip from LSD and an excited, active experience from mushrooms; vice versa for me. MDMA was one of the drugs that our systems seemed to be more in agreement on, based on our shared club rolling and discussions of the substance. Perhaps for some reason related to this (2C-B is, as you might know, chemically similar to MDMA) C and I agreed later on and the next day that we seemed to have been on the same wavelength for much of the night, describing like effects and following roughly the same thought patterns.
It was now, with the shaking subsiding, that the visuals became prominent. (The open-eye visuals were so immersive that it never actually occurred to me to experiment with closed-eye, which I usually achieve anyway with all psychedelics, most good pot and maybe half of my rolls. Therefore, everything I will report will be open-eye.) Normally I have difficulty achieving good OEVs with psychedelics; these, however, were both obvious and lasting, and reminded me somewhat of my first two times with 2C-E (oral dosage, ~20mg). Greater focus was given to geometry than color, although there was no doubt that colors were enhanced; the rotating and fluidly morphing patterns covered my whole field of vision as an "overlay," unlike 2C-E in the respect that the latter would confine each effect to a specific object or area (e.g., a curtain, video game screen or the sky), although I must note the trails behind moving objects a short distance away. I also noticed the "swimming" effect that I think is particularly strong with phenethylamines; concentrating on anything for a few seconds would result in a gentle, rhythmic undulation of patterns and features. (C and I agreed at some point during the trip on the episodic nature of the visuals; they would be obvious and lovely for a time, then fade out of notice to return later.) My friends S, A and D all began their dosing and piece-passing, and we broke out the color-shifting poi balls C had picked up at Bonnaroo. D, the eclectic dancer among us, entertained us with a visual-enhancing lightshow, and spoke of, in addition to his own effects, a strong visually psychedelic sensation that could be explained as a combination of a "contact trip" and the effect of the lightshow, in itself multicolorfully enthralling. I was moved profoundly by the animated beauty of the balls, and was able at one point to announce them as the catalyst for the "most positive experience of my life."
The visuals may have been impressive, but the body load was just as consuming. I'm one who usually enjoys physical tripping, but I couldn't decide whether or not the physical sensations of 2C-B (slightly stronger than they had been my first time, and roughly comparable, again, to those of 2C-E) were enjoyable; the best I can describe them would be as a shroomy space-expansion. I would move, for example, from a standing position to sit in a chair, and feel as though my torso and hips had moved a greater distance than they really had, at a greater speed, and would continue to move subtly after I had stopped. The body high was in some ways tied early on to the visuals - I would not only see but feel the brief presence of someone or something that was not there. Creepy? A little.
C and I would agree later that - for, presumably, all of his trip, and maybe the first half of mine - the cognitive aspects took a backseat to the visual distortion and body high; not much twisted logic or mental rearrangement came to me until I was deep into the visuals. I sank deeper and deeper into an entranced state, watching but not realizing at the time as the visual, physical and mildly cognitive effects gradually converged into a unified full-on tripping sensation. This meant that the things I saw and felt were part of my logical thought processes; this became too much for me to handle. It was then that I began to recall my only salvia trip. (I have a report up, if you care to read it.)
My salvia experience had been defined by the uncovering of some cosmically complex mathematical/philosophical riddle, that I would work through applying all the elements of my surroundings (if I were to compare to algebra, these would be the values of variables) only to return to the beginning. Slowly this became an excruciating grind - the merciless riddle would pull me, constrict me, shove me through the mental footwork of looking for the answer and I'd end up where I had started.
The difference between salvia and 2C-B, of course, was the duration of the effects. Whereas salvia had made me feel this bizarreness for only a few short minutes before a relieving comedown, this was getting more and more intense with time. Eventually I was sweating and panicking, reliving a near-death delusion that I had actually come upon in a different way near the end of my previous brush with the chemical. Although I didn't want to scare my friends or make them think that was unfit to continue taking drugs with them, I wished very badly to have been able to call 911; I had taken too much, I thought, of what a drug that even now relatively little is known about. All that I managed to vocalize was "change this music; I'm having a really negative experience right now." My two friends who were still awake (C and D) complied, but paid little other heed, perhaps too tired and/or twisted themselves to reach basic conclusions.
I still don't really remember how I came out of that pit; I assume that I simply rode it out as the drug began to wear off. Getting up to move certainly helped - I feel that if I had not stayed helplessly in one position as the gears of logic ground around me, I would not have felt mentally confined. It's been said that changing one's environment even slightly can stave off such feelings of stasis, and I'll do my best to remember such in the future; this particular bad trip is something that I've been through to one degree or another on other drugs. It's somewhat of a recurring bad dream that I now had my memory of salvia to mix with.
There isn't much memorable of the next hour or so before I fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning I actually felt very clear-headed; I wouldn't describe it as an afterglow, since I've always understood the term to imply lingering effects, but it was positive nonetheless. I spent the morning and afternoon toking and talking with my friends. I actually felt moderately depressed from the late afternoon that day (very much as often happens to me with ecstasy); whether this was an effect of the drug or not, I cannot say. It's possible, too, that it was not a direct chemical aftereffect but instead the listless, lonely depression that ensues after being separated from a good time with friends. The depression was gone when I awoke this morning.
I'd have to say that it was a positive experience, including the relieved satisfaction I felt upon emerging from salvia-recall hell. I probably would have avoided the terror had I taken a low dose; I feel now, however, ready to cope with a similar dose, should the opportunity come about.
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