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2C-B - Semi-experienced - Locking myself out of the house

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Bluelighter
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I decided to trip on Saturday. I hadn't tripped in a while and my wife was going to be out of the house for the day while I had promised to do a thorough cleaning of everything. I ate 26mg of 2c-b at 11AM, after having a light breakfast over an hour prior. I had tired 2c-b for the first time only about 2 months ago at 20mg, and the experience was good, but not strong enough, so I was curious to get a better feel for the drug on this second attempt. I've had several trips with each of: mushrooms, 4-aco-dmt, amt, dmt, 2c-i, 2c-e, 2c-d.

I won't post the time-line of events as the effects seemed to match closely with Erowid's 2c-b graph. Instead I'll just give the highlights. I felt as if I was living in a "zen universe." Everything around me had a proper place in relation to everything else, and everything had a lesson to teach, if only I paid attention without imposing myself on what I saw.

I had a cold or some type of virus going into this trip. As I approached the peak, I began to think about how irresponsible it was of me to dose while sick with something unknown. The thing is, I knew that this was an irresponsible thing to do before I dosed, but I didn't let my mind dwell on that because I had been clinging to my plan to trip on this day. Not coincidentally, I have been reading about exactly this type of behavior recently, and how this style of clinging exhibits itself as addictive or obsessive behavior. I'm not sure if it's the forgiving nature of 2c-b, or my mindset going into the trip (probably a combo of both), but despite thinking about and realizing my own irresponsibility, I never once panicked, became anxious, or even felt threatened by the situation. Instead, I saw things clearly, for what they were, and was happy to dwell there and learn. Dwelling in this "space between" desire and reality is exactly the left-handed path to enlightenment, and hardly a moment passed by during this trip when the universe wasn't giving me a lesson in its practice. For those of you who are interested in the left-handed path (and how it relates to modern psychoanalytic/psychodynamic theory), I can highly recommend Open To Desire. (Mark Epstein's other books are also amazing and must-reads if you're psychologically-minded and interested in learning more.)

I spent the entire trip cleaning the house, but doing so slowly and mindfully. I honestly believe that there is no activity in life where you cannot put your whole being into every moment. Anything and everything can be done with love and artistic care; it's just that most people miss the opportunities while busy clinging to the past or future - remembering how good "that thing" was back then, or wishing that it was already tonight or tomorrow so that they could now be doing "that thing". Wouldn't that be sweet. This is how one accidentally misses their entire life without noticing it. This is what I was doing when I ignored my health and took the 2c-b instead of accepting the reality of the situation. But, the silver lining is that it is never too late to realize the truth and accept reality for what it is, and I'm still learning to do that, moment-by-moment. It has transformed life for me over the past six months and I cannot understate how grateful I am to still be in the process of waking up. Where I was once anxious and unsure, I am now calm and driven. Accept reality for what it is, and the world will open up to you in ways you can't foresee.

I was taken aback by some of the visual hallucinations on 2c-b. Some of them were unlike any others I had previously experienced. While standing up and pissing into the toilet (before I had cleaned it), my eyes unexpectedly locked onto some clump of floating toilet paper and I immediately and spontaneously lapsed into samadhi (one-pointed raw awareness). The piss-water encompassed my entire vision - indeed became the entire universe - with the clump of toilet paper transforming into one of the most beautiful and angelic apparitions I had ever seen. The angle-figure appeared to be expanding and had light/love/energy streaming out of her. Despite losing visual touch with the outside world, I was 100% conscious of what was taking place; indeed, I was able to ease myself back and forth between realities when I attempted to do so. The transition was smooth and reality seemed to be winking at me with a smile on her face. It was the prefect demonstration of how it is our perception that defines the beauty of the world around us. Over and over again during the trip, these words came to me, "Life is arbitrary, but you can choose not to be."

In another similar type of experience, after I had finished vacuuming I wanted to do a neti pot to clean out the allergens I had no-doubt inhaled. After I dropped a teaspoon of salt into a 2-cup glass of water, I once again entered samadhi when my eyes caught the small pile of salt at the bottom of the glass. It was immediately beautiful and crystalline, but something strange was happening as I kept my awareness still. More and more details became apparent and the salt transformed into a city before my eyes. Streets, architecture, and vegetation were all clearly visible and everything only became more and more detailed as I continued my concentrated gaze. This was all the more surprising as it was at ~T+6h when I was approaching the tail-end of the comedown.

The most impactful (however brief) experience of the day happened at the peak of the trip. I was putting the garbage outside in my back yard, when a gust of wind blew my back door shut. I tried the handle. It was locked. Lest you think I'm an idiot, I should explain that this door has two locks: one is a deadbolt lock (that's the one that we use) and the other lock is on the doorknob and we never lock it or use it. Someone had locked the doorknob lock accidentally (I assume it was a friend who went out to our back yard a few days before). All of this came to me in an instant and I stood there with a "you can't be serious," dumbfounded-smile on my face for about two minutes. I imagined having to call my wife and explain to her that, yes, I had locked myself out of the house. I was not looking forward to it. All the while, the same words that were there with me for the entire trip kept coming back, "Life is arbitrary, but you can choose not to be." There is much to learn in life when we allow ourselves to dwell in the space of frustration between desire and reality.

It turns out that my front door was unlocked, so I was ok, and I appreciated the lesson. That was one long walk to the front door though.

Overall, this was an amazing experience with 2c-b, despite the sub-par circumstances surrounding the trip. The psychedelia is definitely not as pointed as 2c-e or even 2c-i, but it's still there, and feels warmer and gentler and had its own brand of lessons to take in. For the brief time that I listened to music during the trip, it was fantastic. I was generally and continuously opened up to the beauty of the world. Even three days after tripping, I still feel this way.

I can't wait to try this one again, and wonder if it's worth pushing the dosage higher still. I have learned my lesson, however, and will be ever-mindful of my clingy tendency.

I strive to accept reality for what it is, tripping or not.
 
when me and my friend did 2c-b+mdma we couldn't stop opening and closing the curtains of the window of the motel room we were staying in; the city looked more and more amazing every time, and we kept noticing more and more buildings each time too, like they didn't exsist before;
and we thought the flags on top of skyscraper cranes were people dancing, and the parking meters were english policemen, the people we saw crawling in and out of bushes was kind of creepy at first.

it seems to me each 2c-b trip, when done with someone else you are on the same trip.

while we were in the motel our other two friends (we all took the same dose, 25mg of 2c-b that is) took a turn walking around the city (after we came back) and noticed the same effect, kind of a binary conscious connection.

i should write a report about it if i can remember all of it.
 
god i remember my 2c-b trips, snorting 20mg. I kept redosing as the trip ended so i would continue tripping, ended up with a 24 hour straight trip on my 20th bday. It was amazing, I remember standing in the road and jumping up and down as if the entire world was moving with me and when I hit the ground it would just catapult me back up. Then one night i believed i was another friend and that I was addicted to mdpv and my whole life was fucked. For me 2c-b was a miracle and a nightmare all in one.

About having the same trip i believe that as well cause when I ate 30mg with a friend we sat there laughing uncontrollably at nothing for a good hour then saying "did you, yea, omg" lmao like we could read each others minds and see all the same things. If we tried to stay quiet for more than a second we would both bust out laughing again, omg i miss it so much
 
Great report, thanks for sharing.

A friend of mine complained to me once that he has a tendency to clean the house during experiences and he'd rather be out at a party or something. For me, no psychedelic party has ever had the impact of finding an old diary/notebook or a pile of photographs and then sitting down on the floor to sort through it all. Even doing the dishes and watching the sun flicker through the trees outside the window and into the kitchen...just glorious.

Funny that the door locked behind you - I have a lot of similar moments myself. I've started keeping a house key clipped to my pants to prevent any mishaps. It's dorky looking but the peace of mind is invaluable. ;)
 
A friend of mine complained to me once that he has a tendency to clean the house during experiences and he'd rather be out at a party or something. For me, no psychedelic party has ever had the impact of finding an old diary/notebook or a pile of photographs and then sitting down on the floor to sort through it all. Even doing the dishes and watching the sun flicker through the trees outside the window and into the kitchen...just glorious.

This. Funny how the most mundane things can also be the most enlightening.
 
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