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<William Wilson>
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A Tale of Two CC's
I spent many late nights researching. Erowid, Lycaeum, ADP,I checked it all. I guess my problem here is not really knowing what the hell's with my body these days. I do suffer from high blood pressure. Dammit Jim, I'm a techie not a Doctor.
How do I make mistakes. Let me count the ways. Let me preface this by saying I recently turned 37 and have not had a full blown psychedelic experience in more than 5 years. However, I would have to consider myself a veteran of the psychic wars, having quite a lot of experience with trip, shrooms, speed, ludes, mesc blahblah.
My last fantastic trip was with peyote in 1997. An effective dose to be sure. Grew them myself and they were fresh...
Figure I could handle this in front of my significant other, who was aware of my activities, watches over me, and trusts my judgement. And I got it right. At first...
3:00 pm Dissolved 150mg 2cc in 100ml vodka 80 proof. I was at least smart enough to realize this clumpy powder of baking soda consistency could not be eyeballed. Impatiently believing I this was an adequate solution to a lack of accurate scale.
Did not dissolve for some time. Came back 15 minutes later, small clumps on the bottom of flask. Should have warned me a bit. Shook it up and left it alone again. Not sure if this will work or not. Prepare a mixture of 30 mg in OJ, at least I thought it was, being a little drunk already. I bow out at the last minute, thinking this could easily be twice that if I messed up. It's been a lot of years since my 300-800mcg LSD days.
It's now been half an hour. Fuck it, Prepare a new, (hopefully) more accurate batch 11 drops In OJ down the hatch. Should be 27.5mg.
Should be mild, and It is. I've got a very pleasant, a bit euphoric, definitely positive outlook on life. It just hangs there, not proceeding, teasing like an erotic dancer. I begin to drink Vodka and smoke some Wild Dagga and Amanita extract, not having bud this night. They are a very good combo. It takes a long time to come up. Real long. Music sounds awesome, body feels great. No nausea at all. Only thing missing is great sex. Maybe next time.
Feel so good coming up I re-dose with 5mg more straight up, just makes it last longer. Clear and clean. This is a great night, and being loved is great. I get pinks and purples but only in the corner of my eyes. I'm pretty high, like a good marijuana buzz. Then I get higher. I'm pretty gone, but it clears up quickly and its more disappointing than scary. I feel relaxed and trade jokes with my wife. We talk about our relationship comfortably. It's subtle, slightly weird and mostly masked by the slight extract buzz to anyone who's tripped hard and is able to let their mind go on auto-pilot. Like driving in traffic, singing along with the radio and discovering 10 minutes has past effortlessly while you slide through on your day. I'm not seeing much visually, but I feel like there is an extra dimension to what I am thinking and feeling. I'm soaring. I've smoked pot that's more colorful than this, but I've never done a phenylathemine so I don't know what to expect. By itself this dose is not impressive, but combined is very pleasant tonight. Everything sounds and feels great.
And now for the stupidity. Or perhaps new-found wisdom.
Not sure if this has anything to do with alcohol or blood pressure. But here is how a sweet dream turns into a nightmare.
Feel so good the next morning. Slight alcohol hangover, excited at my new discovery. Wake up feeling agitated. Baseline I think, but not really. Just weird. Eat a couple of pieces of chicken at 11:00am.
Instead of waiting a week I get impatient. Decide to go it again. Can't wait to feel that way again!
Only Waited till 3:00pm, 3 shots of cheap vodka in the interimn, and then add! to the OJ concoction sitting from the night before. 7 more drops. Since my judgement and perception are not to be trusted, I think I may have added 15 mg to 45 or more. Maybe 60 mg. Something's wrong. I feel a rush, only been an hour, and it doesn't go away. This stuff is supposed to take 1.5 hrs or more. I start to feel agitated. So Confused and unfocused. Panicking I try to get on the Internet. I can see fine, But my brain is moving faster. And faster. I thought this was a gentle 2c. I'm so confused and thinking faster than I can move. I thought this would be something other than it was. I panic. I'm just plain scared but somehow know I'm OK. I guess I'm waiting for myself to become higher than I ever have been. And that really fucks with me. OK it doesn't happen. I've heard others say they react this way to Foxy or even Phenylethamines the first time, feeling like they are Oding or dying or something. I don't know. I start to feel absurd because I know it's just a new sort of mind fuck and I hate it. I'm not dying, just freaking and it makes me feel like the court jester.
My lady calms me down by checking on me. My pulse is only slightly high, pupils are dilated but still see the brown of my eyes. I feel poisoned. This is a not so much a bad trip as a stupid chemical experiment. I feel so foolish. I rush back and forth, from room to room, seeking something to absorb my thoughts. I'm just WAY too UP to push my thoughts in any particular direction. To think I've tripped many, many times, but never lost my way like that. I am in a strange, cold place in my mind. I go into a full-blown panic attack and flush the remaining 2cc. Just in case I get worse and really freak, not wanting to have to explain. Eventually, I calm down but feel damaged. I was just lost. No other way to describe it. No spiritual revelation, just freaked. After 2+ disturbing hours, I puke my guts out finally. Damned if it doesn't make me feel almost baseline. I don't think this will ever help me.
Almost 3 hours to the minute, I am able to chill on the couch, miserable and watching a very poorly played football game. I'm in a very weird, really cold and lonely place for several hours. I pray to God and thank him for what I have. It's the first time in years I've prayed. I make sure I help my wife make Thanksgiving Dinner, and I resolve to never take anything for granted, ever again. An hour later we are able to sit and eat, and I enjoy every bite. The disturbing thing is that although I never was tripping balls, I was in a space where reality took a rain check. . I don't know whether it was physical or mental, but I can't really get it together for almost a week. It's not that I'm high; it's just that reality has been turned sideways. I keep flashing on that disturbing realm I was in. Not happy, just like I imagined hell to be like. To be a neutral observer, with no emotional interest, none cares, you don't care, things are going on around you and you can't and won't participate. Like I was losing myself whenever I tried to relax. This is incredibly scary to me; suddenly the ability to have any control over your imagination is cut off. . I'm afraid to drift off to sleep. For the next couple nights I have dreams that are at first awesome, then turn frightening. I really do feel shattered for more than a week. Despite of all of that, I am interested in learning more. "You see me now a Veteran of a Thousand Psychic wars."
I always feel that the "X to Hours effect" is an understatement. I once owned a respectable tolerance for LSD, proved to be very average with alcohol, loved Marijuana, never liked more than codeine for Opiates.... What I have found to be a truth is "Your mileage will vary." Seems that Phenylethamines are not for me. I have used alcohol several times a week for the last 8 years, and while I'm sure their could be some interaction, even the worst acid I ever used never made me feel as sick and desperate as that second day of 2CC. Perhaps there is a toxicity level I'm not aware of.
It's been a month and though it was quite disturbing,in retrospect, I've learned some valuable lessons. I don't think I could ever do 2CC again. I think perhaps owning an accurate scale I may venture to a different 2c realm, but that remains to be seen. I feel like the court jester, a royal fool. And I laugh at myself.
[Edited thread title to comply with the forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 17 January 2003: Message edited by: Splatt ]
I spent many late nights researching. Erowid, Lycaeum, ADP,I checked it all. I guess my problem here is not really knowing what the hell's with my body these days. I do suffer from high blood pressure. Dammit Jim, I'm a techie not a Doctor.
How do I make mistakes. Let me count the ways. Let me preface this by saying I recently turned 37 and have not had a full blown psychedelic experience in more than 5 years. However, I would have to consider myself a veteran of the psychic wars, having quite a lot of experience with trip, shrooms, speed, ludes, mesc blahblah.
My last fantastic trip was with peyote in 1997. An effective dose to be sure. Grew them myself and they were fresh...

Figure I could handle this in front of my significant other, who was aware of my activities, watches over me, and trusts my judgement. And I got it right. At first...
3:00 pm Dissolved 150mg 2cc in 100ml vodka 80 proof. I was at least smart enough to realize this clumpy powder of baking soda consistency could not be eyeballed. Impatiently believing I this was an adequate solution to a lack of accurate scale.
Did not dissolve for some time. Came back 15 minutes later, small clumps on the bottom of flask. Should have warned me a bit. Shook it up and left it alone again. Not sure if this will work or not. Prepare a mixture of 30 mg in OJ, at least I thought it was, being a little drunk already. I bow out at the last minute, thinking this could easily be twice that if I messed up. It's been a lot of years since my 300-800mcg LSD days.
It's now been half an hour. Fuck it, Prepare a new, (hopefully) more accurate batch 11 drops In OJ down the hatch. Should be 27.5mg.
Should be mild, and It is. I've got a very pleasant, a bit euphoric, definitely positive outlook on life. It just hangs there, not proceeding, teasing like an erotic dancer. I begin to drink Vodka and smoke some Wild Dagga and Amanita extract, not having bud this night. They are a very good combo. It takes a long time to come up. Real long. Music sounds awesome, body feels great. No nausea at all. Only thing missing is great sex. Maybe next time.
Feel so good coming up I re-dose with 5mg more straight up, just makes it last longer. Clear and clean. This is a great night, and being loved is great. I get pinks and purples but only in the corner of my eyes. I'm pretty high, like a good marijuana buzz. Then I get higher. I'm pretty gone, but it clears up quickly and its more disappointing than scary. I feel relaxed and trade jokes with my wife. We talk about our relationship comfortably. It's subtle, slightly weird and mostly masked by the slight extract buzz to anyone who's tripped hard and is able to let their mind go on auto-pilot. Like driving in traffic, singing along with the radio and discovering 10 minutes has past effortlessly while you slide through on your day. I'm not seeing much visually, but I feel like there is an extra dimension to what I am thinking and feeling. I'm soaring. I've smoked pot that's more colorful than this, but I've never done a phenylathemine so I don't know what to expect. By itself this dose is not impressive, but combined is very pleasant tonight. Everything sounds and feels great.
And now for the stupidity. Or perhaps new-found wisdom.
Not sure if this has anything to do with alcohol or blood pressure. But here is how a sweet dream turns into a nightmare.
Feel so good the next morning. Slight alcohol hangover, excited at my new discovery. Wake up feeling agitated. Baseline I think, but not really. Just weird. Eat a couple of pieces of chicken at 11:00am.
Instead of waiting a week I get impatient. Decide to go it again. Can't wait to feel that way again!
Only Waited till 3:00pm, 3 shots of cheap vodka in the interimn, and then add! to the OJ concoction sitting from the night before. 7 more drops. Since my judgement and perception are not to be trusted, I think I may have added 15 mg to 45 or more. Maybe 60 mg. Something's wrong. I feel a rush, only been an hour, and it doesn't go away. This stuff is supposed to take 1.5 hrs or more. I start to feel agitated. So Confused and unfocused. Panicking I try to get on the Internet. I can see fine, But my brain is moving faster. And faster. I thought this was a gentle 2c. I'm so confused and thinking faster than I can move. I thought this would be something other than it was. I panic. I'm just plain scared but somehow know I'm OK. I guess I'm waiting for myself to become higher than I ever have been. And that really fucks with me. OK it doesn't happen. I've heard others say they react this way to Foxy or even Phenylethamines the first time, feeling like they are Oding or dying or something. I don't know. I start to feel absurd because I know it's just a new sort of mind fuck and I hate it. I'm not dying, just freaking and it makes me feel like the court jester.
My lady calms me down by checking on me. My pulse is only slightly high, pupils are dilated but still see the brown of my eyes. I feel poisoned. This is a not so much a bad trip as a stupid chemical experiment. I feel so foolish. I rush back and forth, from room to room, seeking something to absorb my thoughts. I'm just WAY too UP to push my thoughts in any particular direction. To think I've tripped many, many times, but never lost my way like that. I am in a strange, cold place in my mind. I go into a full-blown panic attack and flush the remaining 2cc. Just in case I get worse and really freak, not wanting to have to explain. Eventually, I calm down but feel damaged. I was just lost. No other way to describe it. No spiritual revelation, just freaked. After 2+ disturbing hours, I puke my guts out finally. Damned if it doesn't make me feel almost baseline. I don't think this will ever help me.
Almost 3 hours to the minute, I am able to chill on the couch, miserable and watching a very poorly played football game. I'm in a very weird, really cold and lonely place for several hours. I pray to God and thank him for what I have. It's the first time in years I've prayed. I make sure I help my wife make Thanksgiving Dinner, and I resolve to never take anything for granted, ever again. An hour later we are able to sit and eat, and I enjoy every bite. The disturbing thing is that although I never was tripping balls, I was in a space where reality took a rain check. . I don't know whether it was physical or mental, but I can't really get it together for almost a week. It's not that I'm high; it's just that reality has been turned sideways. I keep flashing on that disturbing realm I was in. Not happy, just like I imagined hell to be like. To be a neutral observer, with no emotional interest, none cares, you don't care, things are going on around you and you can't and won't participate. Like I was losing myself whenever I tried to relax. This is incredibly scary to me; suddenly the ability to have any control over your imagination is cut off. . I'm afraid to drift off to sleep. For the next couple nights I have dreams that are at first awesome, then turn frightening. I really do feel shattered for more than a week. Despite of all of that, I am interested in learning more. "You see me now a Veteran of a Thousand Psychic wars."
I always feel that the "X to Hours effect" is an understatement. I once owned a respectable tolerance for LSD, proved to be very average with alcohol, loved Marijuana, never liked more than codeine for Opiates.... What I have found to be a truth is "Your mileage will vary." Seems that Phenylethamines are not for me. I have used alcohol several times a week for the last 8 years, and while I'm sure their could be some interaction, even the worst acid I ever used never made me feel as sick and desperate as that second day of 2CC. Perhaps there is a toxicity level I'm not aware of.
It's been a month and though it was quite disturbing,in retrospect, I've learned some valuable lessons. I don't think I could ever do 2CC again. I think perhaps owning an accurate scale I may venture to a different 2c realm, but that remains to be seen. I feel like the court jester, a royal fool. And I laugh at myself.
[Edited thread title to comply with the forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 17 January 2003: Message edited by: Splatt ]