My friend B and I decided recently to go on a camping trip in a decaying forest. He was to take some LSD and I was to take some 2c-b. It was his first time experimenting with cid and my first time with 2c-b. It was a clear, warm day without breeze.
It took us a while to get to our destination so we ended up dropping at 17:49. We burned a bit of grapefruit diesel, then it was time to take our respective doses. 1/8th of a 250mic tab for B, 20mg of 2c-b for myself. Twenty minutes in, we began to lose track of where the weed high stopped and the real trip began. B says the LSD has a salvia feel to it, and I am feeling the first kicks of the 2c-b. B is being his obsessive self, amped by the LSD, and my mind drifts patiently. The summer sun illuminates the world with clarity, while cumulonimbus clouds bloom into the stratosphere. The sound of crickets intercept the deafening silence...
T+30: We decide to go on a hike through the forest. Paths I once knew are severely overgrown and littered with fallen trees to the point where they are almost unrecognizable as paths. Nevertheless, we persevere. I feel like a pathfinder, seeking natural passages through the thicket. The forest floor is teeming with signs of life and death. Many different species of fungus grow under the cover of dying trees, and of particular interest is a tree that had fallen down many moons ago and burst open from the pressure of retained water. Its’ mangled remains are a brutal and spectacular sight, but this is not of much interest to me at the moment.
T+40: We spot a tiny frog along the broken path. It measures no more than 10cm in length, and is yellow and seems translucent. The rays of the sun through the canopy capture the frog like theatre spotlights. The effect is grand, making the glistening frog seem like an actor in a play heedless of us, the audience. We soon reach the end of the path and step into a clearing filled with ferns and moss.
t +60: The mosquitoes...
t +2hrs: Lost track of time for a bit there as we explored a lake near the forest and returned to the campground. The mosquitoes are at bay now, held back by a ruthless perimeter of malodorous DEET. The bright bottle is covered in mind-numbing German print. B informs me it was sourced from a Thai acquaintance, which makes me wonder whether it was fished out of a crate marked poison and abandoned by American GIs in the jungles of Vietnam.
T +2hrs,20min: The calm at the campground is intensifying. At this point, I feel like listening to some music. I attach my headphones, scroll to my favorite track and close my eyes. The music is beautiful, and so intense on its own that it turns the technicolour world to sepia in front of my eyes.
T +2hrs,30min: I try laying down on my back to better enjoy the music. The clouds in the sky above me turn to fractals, framed by the motionless canopy overhanging on all sides. I begin to consider the metaphysical ramifications of a pair of headphones that don’t slip off the horizontally-positioned head. Completely floored at this point, lost in a combination of careless bliss and wonder. B seems agitated.
T +3-4hrs: organized confusion as the sun sets. The trees turn to silhouettes and the sky turns into a gigantic lite-brite display. Being far from civilization, there is no light pollution to dull this incredible sight. Arcturus shines bright.
The transcript ended there, so I thought I should add some afterthoughts to complete my experience with the 2c-b. B, unfortunately, seemed a bit unsatisfied with the mild LSD trip, as he was expecting a fully-blown circus of attractions to evolve from it. He walked into the trip on very little sleep, so perhaps it was for the best that he didn’t sign up for a 12-14 hour voyage.
As for my 2c-b trip, well, it was quite remarkable. Having recently been disappointed with the 2c-e experience, I was really hoping 2c-b would be more of a joyride and I was fortunate to discover that it was. I felt more creative, more relaxed and ready to take in the world as it was. Despite feeling utterly and completely FLOORED at times, I was incredibly coherent. B said I seemed sober.
I am amazed at how gentle the 2c-b experience is. It’s truly a feast for the eyes and ears while at the same time putting the mind at ease like a good joint would. Paranoia was non-existent. There were a lot of annoyances in the campground, but they didn’t turn the trip bad as I feel with certainty they would have on acid. For example, it took a veritable fuckload of vicious mosquitoes to make me finally put my pen down and decide to leave my summary at 60 minutes as brief as it was.
The comedown was very smooth at around 6-7 hours, and we returned to the city where I had an immensefully peaceful sleep.
In conclusion, 2c-b is an experience I would definitely like to revisit. Hopefully with 30mg instead of 20. I promise to leave you with a better transcript of that trip.
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It took us a while to get to our destination so we ended up dropping at 17:49. We burned a bit of grapefruit diesel, then it was time to take our respective doses. 1/8th of a 250mic tab for B, 20mg of 2c-b for myself. Twenty minutes in, we began to lose track of where the weed high stopped and the real trip began. B says the LSD has a salvia feel to it, and I am feeling the first kicks of the 2c-b. B is being his obsessive self, amped by the LSD, and my mind drifts patiently. The summer sun illuminates the world with clarity, while cumulonimbus clouds bloom into the stratosphere. The sound of crickets intercept the deafening silence...
T+30: We decide to go on a hike through the forest. Paths I once knew are severely overgrown and littered with fallen trees to the point where they are almost unrecognizable as paths. Nevertheless, we persevere. I feel like a pathfinder, seeking natural passages through the thicket. The forest floor is teeming with signs of life and death. Many different species of fungus grow under the cover of dying trees, and of particular interest is a tree that had fallen down many moons ago and burst open from the pressure of retained water. Its’ mangled remains are a brutal and spectacular sight, but this is not of much interest to me at the moment.
T+40: We spot a tiny frog along the broken path. It measures no more than 10cm in length, and is yellow and seems translucent. The rays of the sun through the canopy capture the frog like theatre spotlights. The effect is grand, making the glistening frog seem like an actor in a play heedless of us, the audience. We soon reach the end of the path and step into a clearing filled with ferns and moss.
t +60: The mosquitoes...
t +2hrs: Lost track of time for a bit there as we explored a lake near the forest and returned to the campground. The mosquitoes are at bay now, held back by a ruthless perimeter of malodorous DEET. The bright bottle is covered in mind-numbing German print. B informs me it was sourced from a Thai acquaintance, which makes me wonder whether it was fished out of a crate marked poison and abandoned by American GIs in the jungles of Vietnam.
T +2hrs,20min: The calm at the campground is intensifying. At this point, I feel like listening to some music. I attach my headphones, scroll to my favorite track and close my eyes. The music is beautiful, and so intense on its own that it turns the technicolour world to sepia in front of my eyes.
T +2hrs,30min: I try laying down on my back to better enjoy the music. The clouds in the sky above me turn to fractals, framed by the motionless canopy overhanging on all sides. I begin to consider the metaphysical ramifications of a pair of headphones that don’t slip off the horizontally-positioned head. Completely floored at this point, lost in a combination of careless bliss and wonder. B seems agitated.
T +3-4hrs: organized confusion as the sun sets. The trees turn to silhouettes and the sky turns into a gigantic lite-brite display. Being far from civilization, there is no light pollution to dull this incredible sight. Arcturus shines bright.
The transcript ended there, so I thought I should add some afterthoughts to complete my experience with the 2c-b. B, unfortunately, seemed a bit unsatisfied with the mild LSD trip, as he was expecting a fully-blown circus of attractions to evolve from it. He walked into the trip on very little sleep, so perhaps it was for the best that he didn’t sign up for a 12-14 hour voyage.
As for my 2c-b trip, well, it was quite remarkable. Having recently been disappointed with the 2c-e experience, I was really hoping 2c-b would be more of a joyride and I was fortunate to discover that it was. I felt more creative, more relaxed and ready to take in the world as it was. Despite feeling utterly and completely FLOORED at times, I was incredibly coherent. B said I seemed sober.
I am amazed at how gentle the 2c-b experience is. It’s truly a feast for the eyes and ears while at the same time putting the mind at ease like a good joint would. Paranoia was non-existent. There were a lot of annoyances in the campground, but they didn’t turn the trip bad as I feel with certainty they would have on acid. For example, it took a veritable fuckload of vicious mosquitoes to make me finally put my pen down and decide to leave my summary at 60 minutes as brief as it was.
The comedown was very smooth at around 6-7 hours, and we returned to the city where I had an immensefully peaceful sleep.
In conclusion, 2c-b is an experience I would definitely like to revisit. Hopefully with 30mg instead of 20. I promise to leave you with a better transcript of that trip.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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substancecode_phenethylamines
explevel_firsttime
exptype_positive
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