Piper methysticum
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"Finding the Answers Sunday May 14th 2006"
Me and "J" had been planning for some time to experiment with 2C-C again after appropriately describing it as the museum psychedelic. The drug seemed to have an odd, almost sedative-like feel as it in the past has caused an elimination of anxiety and tension as well as being effective at taking the edge away from a Psilocybian mushroom experience. It was always looked upon by us as an calm, mild psychedelic intoxication that was easily manageable but had very specific benefits. It was as though you could weave between feeling little effects to a full bodied experience through using your own mind. We always talked of going to an art museum while under its influence. The purpose was that we saw the power within the drug to allow the user to take the experience in any direction. It was easily manipulated. The following report is examining the outcome of what happens when someone denies the power of such elements or expects a certainty from something based on a mere couple experiences.
It started at J's house where we appropriately measured out two, 35mg piles of 2C-C, where we then proceded to dump the fluffy powder into our mouths, chasing it with juice. We then both comsumed around four to five small/medium Psilocybe caerulipes mushrooms. This was something that we had positive experience with in the past. I don't typically enjoy mixing psychedelic drugs, but I felt as though there was something to be gained from the differences of Psilocybian mushrooms and a Phenethylamine such as 2C-C. What I didn't realize at the time was that placing the chemical powder directly into our mouths probably allowed for some sublingual absorption, hence causing the effects of the drug to have a more rapid onset followed by increased intensity of the peak.
As we were walking towards J's dock, as we normally do during our journeys, J's younger sister, "A," was driving towards us with her boyfriend. "A" apparently glanced over to wave at us and almost hit a pole on the right side of the road, causing her boyfriend to jerk the wheel. She then ran right into a tree that saved her from riding straight off of a hill that would have completely damaged her car as well as caused her and her boyfriend a nasty visit to the hospital.
The scene looked almost unreal. I mean, we were starting to feel the effects of the drug, but we could still focus on reality, so it wasn't unreal to us because of the 2C-C or the mushrooms. It seemed unreal because she was only moving at around 5-7mph. I'm guessing that she just freaked out because of her boyfriend grabbing the wheel, and she didn't think to put her foot on the breaks. "J" and I looked at eachother and I believe the words were, "what the fuck?"
After the initial moment, it was decided that J and I go to the owner of the lake, "BC" (we know him quite well) to see if he could help us. Before I get into this part, let me get in a short profile on BC. He is, in my opinion, pretty damn rich, having a lake worth a million dollars, I believe, and owning more land than anyone I know around our area. However, he is a very friendly guy, who is always more than helpful. He likes to play little games with people as well, just for amusement. He seemes to get along well with "J" and I, but he doesn't have much tolerance for people of the urban lifestyle, I guess you could say, but more specifically the brand of people that I call "young punks." In other words, people that are out to get drunk every night, get laid every night, and cause trouble by destructing anything they have the opportunity to. I would put A's boyfriend in this catagory, and I mention it for a reason that I will briefly mention later.
So there we were, walking down the road from the scene. When I got around J's dock, I noticed that 20min. after the ingestion, I was already getting significant CEV's. I started seeing the "Persian carpet" style patterning throughout the greenery in the woods. On our way up the driveway leading to BC's, we were looking at all of the strange, almost African ornimants in his yard. His house is beautiful, and it sits on the hill near the entrance to the lake's park. Once we made it up to his door, J pushed the button to ring the doorbell. I happened to glance over inside the right window and noticed that everyone was sitting down having a Mother's Day dinner. I told J, and by the look in his eye, he was having an experience as well.
We were invited inside, and we had to explain in front of his entire family what exactly had happened. "BC" said he would love to help, but there were limited things he could do since his good trucks were in a completely different state. See, the way BC talks is unique. He is a joker if I've ever seen one. The only way to really understand him is to meet him for yourself. I like that quality in a person. So, BC proceded to tell us that there was something he could do for us, but we would have to take a test. He asked us, "what is the key to the Governmental question, the key to the Government that our livelihood is based upon?" The whole room was already phasing in and out, and the visuals were starting to take over. There was sweat pouring off of my head, and I really didn't want BC to notice that we were tripping. So, back to the Governmental question. He kept at us about it until J lightly replied, "the Constitution?" "BC" remarked, "are you sure, or is that a guess?" "J" said, "I'm SURE!" All the while, BC's ancient , maybe half senile Mother kept repeating the words "they don't know.. they don't know." over and over again. Well she only said it once or twice, but that's not how I heard it.
Anyway, after this mentally tourturous event, "BC" decided to allow us to walk down into the campgrounds to get one of his old vehicles. On our way down the driveway, "J" and I had almost already forgotten where he told us the vehicle was parked. We were so relieved to get out of that house, but the trip was still gaining intensity very fast. As we were walking down into the park, I felt as though I was hiking through swamp-land in the middle of a jungle. The colors in everything were very important to me, and the mushrooms gave me that "inner" feeling where during parts of the walk I felt that spiritual fear building and releasing. It was an odd sensation, as the 2C-C made me forget at times that I had eaten mushrooms, so I would look up and say to myself "oh, yeah! that's why I feel this way."
"J" and I continued our deep communication about the way we felt, yet we still had to remain somewhat in reality because of what was going on with his sister. This caused a great deal of anxiety and tension, but it didn't get to us that much, as me and "J" are experienced travelers, as Shulgin might put it. We do remember to feed our pets! *Laughs* (for those who have read PIHKAL/TIHKAL). Somewhere along this walk, as we were entering the campgrounds, we heard an odd noise in the distance. The noise was left in our subconscious minds, but there was a mild uncomfort in our bodies caused by it. Only when it came close did the switch from subconscious thought to conscious thought occur and there was "BC" driving down in his golf cart type vehicle to pick us up!
Being around "BC" on the way back did not cause the feelings it did during the dinner, as we are generally comfortable around him. He picked us up in a beat up truck from the 70's, still legally liscenced, which is unbelievable. We were discussing his original, decorative signs that he has all over the lake property. "J" and I have had plenty of laughs while sober, stoned, and tripping about the signs, as one of them has a shadow of Swamp Thing on it. It always made us laugh, especially on this day as I had just had that "swamp" experience. Anyhow, "BC" proceded to tell us about how someone had stolen one of his signs. He was like, "I don't know whether to be angry or honored." *Laughs* I believe both "J" and I were becoming increasingly more comfortable as time went on from this point, as we were getting somewhere with the whole issue. I just couldn't wait to get this over with so we could enjoy the rest of our trip. I think I would rather have dealt with the police that day than what we had went through at "BC's" house!
As we approached the car, "J's" girlfriend "L" showed up. I gave her a "look," as if to express our state of mind. Then, we proceded to pull the car out. The task was simple, but "A's" boyfriend was sort of in "BC's" face, talking his ear off about cars and other stuff, and "BC" sort of grumbled. "J" and I laughed, as we could tell he saw him as one of the "young punk" types I talked about earlier. He never seemed to mind me and "J", as we are country people.
After we thanked "BC" for helping, we were on our way back to "J's" This event was supposed to be left a secret towards "J's" parents, as his Father can be short tempered. However, they found out later and pretty much laughed about it. "L" seemed to be somewhat irritated by the whole thing, but she was relieved that it was over. I think she just wanted some Cannabis.
At this point, I was out on "J's" porch thinking about how the experience of relief within the drug's effects had turned MDA-like. I knew the feeling wouldn't last long, but 2C-C had reminded me of MDA in the past. Once "J" and "L" came back out on the porch from inside, I mentioned something about the feeling, and "J" agreed that he was feeling the same entactogenic effects. It dissipated as we drove to "Jimmy G's" for the Cannabis. As "J" went inside, "L" and I were discussing the effects I was feeling and the experience we had. I had her laughing pretty hard. We also talked about how she was going to be starting a nursing job in the closest big city to us (she is going to a small university for nursing), and I believe she was really stressing out about it. Once "J" came out he was talking about how "Jimmy G" knew he was tripping hard, and "J" made him roll the joint. I guess "J" was tripping so hard, he was unable to complete the task. "Jimmy G" is a really cool guy actually. He has wisdom and knowledge, he has passion and pain, and he has class, though you would never know by merely looking at him. He really just gets into Cannabis, mild mushroom trips, and light Opiate drugs now, but his life probably looked quite like mine and "J's" does when he was younger. He was really into experimenting.
The dock was the next place we went. Here we had quite an experience. "J" and I calmed down to a great extent, though we were pretty much peaking at this point. The sound enhancement was great while listening to the birds singing, and the visuals were light, yet extreme in their beauty. We saw a Great Blue Heron (a really pretty water fowl) across the lake. It was such a wonderful peace in both body and mind. "L" smoked her joint, and to my surprise, "J," the pothead didn't even smoke it! That there shows how intense of an experience we were having.
It wasn't long before we were back at "J's" because "L" had to leave. She had just stopped down to see "J" for an hour or so. Perhaps the best part of the experience happened at this point. When we got to "J's," he went to use the bathroom, "L" went upstairs to talk to "J's" family, and I stayed in the kitchen. I could not help myself from listening to the conversational flood of the social gathering upstairs. It was a very joyous experience, but the way it sounded is unexplainable. It was like some beautiful word salad. I couldn't really hear what any particular person was saying, yet their happiness came into me. I heard "J's" Mother talking about the great taste of some candy at one point, but that's about it. I just closed my eyes and listened. The visuals became rich and deep, and I felt as though I was moving to the flow of something. It was then that I had the most amazing internal dialog experience I've ever had. I had a conversation with myself that ran so deep and personal, that it was almost as if I entered the spiritual realm and nothing was there but me and my spirit. We had the most amazing conversation I've ever had with anyone. I learned so much from him about myself. I saw the beauty in him, and the evil inside of me was washed clean while I was there. We talked for another moment, and then it was over. "J" was back from the bathroom, and he had the same exact experience! He was almost in tears.
There was a certain "right side" of the brain feeling, as well as a visual experience that seemed to originate from the right instead of the typical center of mind. At one point I thought it was the way the light in the room was directed with my eyes closed, but with my eyes closed, I looked directly at the light, and the visuals were still flowing from the right. Strange is the only way I can describe that.
"L" left after this, and me and "J" looked at eachother, knowing we were going to have to do something. We didn't realize the impact that the light of the day (which was now gone), "J's" joyous family, and "L's" feminine comfort was having on our trip. The whole rest of the experience was very dark.
We decided that it would be best if we left and went on a cruise since I felt like I was fine to drive, however this was a bad idea, as I know how Phenethylamines affect me. I can drive on moderate doses of Psilocybin, but not on any of the Phenethylamines. However, I was fine for quite some time. I decided to listen to Tool's "10,000 days" album on my headphones as we drove around the back roads. The music enhancement was so extreme that it was difficult to listen to at times. I was getting really into it. I am actually listening to it right now to enhance my writing mood. I usually do this sort of thing to trigger memory during my writing. The experience took on a sinister feel. It actually started reminding me of 2C-E, and neither "J" nor I was ready to explore the shadow regions of the human psyche. It happened anyway, though all in all, I believe it may have just been the setting of the experience and certain things that happened within it that triggered it. After all, I was listening to Tool!
Next, we ended up at King's restaurant because I had to use the restroom. This was possibly one of the strangest things I've ever experienced. While I was doing my business at the urinal, I heard a man in a raspy voice in one of the stalls. He was clearly relieving his bowels, and at first I thought he was having a conversation with himself. The thought that he could be mentally ill crossed my mind. However, as I listened to him, trying desperately to maintain a lucid train of thought, I realized that he was speaking on a cell phone. As if this wasn't strange enough, I concluded that he was a psychologist or counselor of sorts seemingly talking a woman, that I could hear even over the phone, out of commiting suicide! My God, am I losing it? Surely this can't be what's happening. However, I am totally convinced to this day that was indeed what was going on. This really made me think about our culture and society.
When I returned to the car, "J" was anxious to leave, but I had to tell him what just happened. In our state of mind, he could hardly comprehend what I was telling him. It was so absurd and unexpected. There seemed to be a strong clarity within the delusional thoughts that were spinning through my mind. It was certainly a psychotic experience to some extent at this point, and I was just unable to interpret any of it at this point.
Then, we were headed out into the country to a bridge we often venture to. This particular place has an occult history where a great deal of strange happenings have occured. Some of my friends are quite afraid of the place. Personally, I can not deny that I feel an odd evil energy while I'm there at times, but it's never kept me from visiting. I typically find it a nice place to relax and have conversations with friends when I am bored and feel like talking about the strange things that have occured there. However, on our way out there, as I was driving, I saw a prism open up in the road and emit a rainbow spash that flooded into my car and flew through my body. "J" watched as it flew through me and I jumped off of the steering wheel and he took control of the car. I quickly said, "we need to get out here quick," as driving was extremely dangerous at that point.
Once we made it out there, we stopped directly on the bridge to roll a joint. I stepped out of the car and immediately felt something strange. I just had that sense that something wasn't right. Then, I started to hear footsteps coming towards me, but nothing was in sight. I jumped back into the car, "J" saw the look in my eyes, and he said "go, come on lets go, go, get out of here now..." Instead of turning around like any normal person would do, I decided to venture further into the area. I did turn around at one point and almost got stuck in the mud. We were both still feeling the strange presence, and you could tell we were freaked out. I took another back road just to see where it would lead, and it turned out to be a never ending road seeming to lead into the depths of hell. We had passed a run-down trailer on that road that looked like an abandoned Meth lab or something even more disturbing.
As if things weren't bad enough, right after I turned around having driving a few good miles into a sinister looking place, the headlights in my car started turning on and off on their own! "J" looked at me with fear in his eyes, saying "oh no, dude, oh no." I had to drive 10mph because the electrical system in my car was operating on its own! The thought of having to walk out of that dreadful place was terrifying. My headlights continued to turn on and off seemingly at their own will until we were away from "the area." I wouldn't even know where to begin explaining what that was, and I never want to know.
Since we were away from that place now, we started having deep conversations about God, fear, and our revelations about research chemicals. 2C-C had always been a very mild, almost recreational psychedelic to me, and I didn't really expect this even though I had read plenty of reports about these strange, unexpected 2C-C experiences teaching its users not to ever underestimate it.
Soon, we were back into civilization, and we decided to go to our friend's "J2" and "L2's" apartment. We smoked some good herb and took a couple Alprazolam tablets that I felt we both needed at the time while we recited the story of our eventful night to them. The 2C-C was slowly losing its effect, and we were both happy to be feeling mellow again. There were some strange physical feelings going on at the time but nothing too uncomfortable.
Overall, it was a wonderful but difficult experience for me, and it really convinced us to reevaluate our usage of research chemicals. Not that I came to any conclusion not to use them but that I want to be very certain as to why I feel any particular one is necessary for me at the time I am considering it.
Me and "J" had been planning for some time to experiment with 2C-C again after appropriately describing it as the museum psychedelic. The drug seemed to have an odd, almost sedative-like feel as it in the past has caused an elimination of anxiety and tension as well as being effective at taking the edge away from a Psilocybian mushroom experience. It was always looked upon by us as an calm, mild psychedelic intoxication that was easily manageable but had very specific benefits. It was as though you could weave between feeling little effects to a full bodied experience through using your own mind. We always talked of going to an art museum while under its influence. The purpose was that we saw the power within the drug to allow the user to take the experience in any direction. It was easily manipulated. The following report is examining the outcome of what happens when someone denies the power of such elements or expects a certainty from something based on a mere couple experiences.
It started at J's house where we appropriately measured out two, 35mg piles of 2C-C, where we then proceded to dump the fluffy powder into our mouths, chasing it with juice. We then both comsumed around four to five small/medium Psilocybe caerulipes mushrooms. This was something that we had positive experience with in the past. I don't typically enjoy mixing psychedelic drugs, but I felt as though there was something to be gained from the differences of Psilocybian mushrooms and a Phenethylamine such as 2C-C. What I didn't realize at the time was that placing the chemical powder directly into our mouths probably allowed for some sublingual absorption, hence causing the effects of the drug to have a more rapid onset followed by increased intensity of the peak.
As we were walking towards J's dock, as we normally do during our journeys, J's younger sister, "A," was driving towards us with her boyfriend. "A" apparently glanced over to wave at us and almost hit a pole on the right side of the road, causing her boyfriend to jerk the wheel. She then ran right into a tree that saved her from riding straight off of a hill that would have completely damaged her car as well as caused her and her boyfriend a nasty visit to the hospital.
The scene looked almost unreal. I mean, we were starting to feel the effects of the drug, but we could still focus on reality, so it wasn't unreal to us because of the 2C-C or the mushrooms. It seemed unreal because she was only moving at around 5-7mph. I'm guessing that she just freaked out because of her boyfriend grabbing the wheel, and she didn't think to put her foot on the breaks. "J" and I looked at eachother and I believe the words were, "what the fuck?"
After the initial moment, it was decided that J and I go to the owner of the lake, "BC" (we know him quite well) to see if he could help us. Before I get into this part, let me get in a short profile on BC. He is, in my opinion, pretty damn rich, having a lake worth a million dollars, I believe, and owning more land than anyone I know around our area. However, he is a very friendly guy, who is always more than helpful. He likes to play little games with people as well, just for amusement. He seemes to get along well with "J" and I, but he doesn't have much tolerance for people of the urban lifestyle, I guess you could say, but more specifically the brand of people that I call "young punks." In other words, people that are out to get drunk every night, get laid every night, and cause trouble by destructing anything they have the opportunity to. I would put A's boyfriend in this catagory, and I mention it for a reason that I will briefly mention later.
So there we were, walking down the road from the scene. When I got around J's dock, I noticed that 20min. after the ingestion, I was already getting significant CEV's. I started seeing the "Persian carpet" style patterning throughout the greenery in the woods. On our way up the driveway leading to BC's, we were looking at all of the strange, almost African ornimants in his yard. His house is beautiful, and it sits on the hill near the entrance to the lake's park. Once we made it up to his door, J pushed the button to ring the doorbell. I happened to glance over inside the right window and noticed that everyone was sitting down having a Mother's Day dinner. I told J, and by the look in his eye, he was having an experience as well.
We were invited inside, and we had to explain in front of his entire family what exactly had happened. "BC" said he would love to help, but there were limited things he could do since his good trucks were in a completely different state. See, the way BC talks is unique. He is a joker if I've ever seen one. The only way to really understand him is to meet him for yourself. I like that quality in a person. So, BC proceded to tell us that there was something he could do for us, but we would have to take a test. He asked us, "what is the key to the Governmental question, the key to the Government that our livelihood is based upon?" The whole room was already phasing in and out, and the visuals were starting to take over. There was sweat pouring off of my head, and I really didn't want BC to notice that we were tripping. So, back to the Governmental question. He kept at us about it until J lightly replied, "the Constitution?" "BC" remarked, "are you sure, or is that a guess?" "J" said, "I'm SURE!" All the while, BC's ancient , maybe half senile Mother kept repeating the words "they don't know.. they don't know." over and over again. Well she only said it once or twice, but that's not how I heard it.
Anyway, after this mentally tourturous event, "BC" decided to allow us to walk down into the campgrounds to get one of his old vehicles. On our way down the driveway, "J" and I had almost already forgotten where he told us the vehicle was parked. We were so relieved to get out of that house, but the trip was still gaining intensity very fast. As we were walking down into the park, I felt as though I was hiking through swamp-land in the middle of a jungle. The colors in everything were very important to me, and the mushrooms gave me that "inner" feeling where during parts of the walk I felt that spiritual fear building and releasing. It was an odd sensation, as the 2C-C made me forget at times that I had eaten mushrooms, so I would look up and say to myself "oh, yeah! that's why I feel this way."
"J" and I continued our deep communication about the way we felt, yet we still had to remain somewhat in reality because of what was going on with his sister. This caused a great deal of anxiety and tension, but it didn't get to us that much, as me and "J" are experienced travelers, as Shulgin might put it. We do remember to feed our pets! *Laughs* (for those who have read PIHKAL/TIHKAL). Somewhere along this walk, as we were entering the campgrounds, we heard an odd noise in the distance. The noise was left in our subconscious minds, but there was a mild uncomfort in our bodies caused by it. Only when it came close did the switch from subconscious thought to conscious thought occur and there was "BC" driving down in his golf cart type vehicle to pick us up!
Being around "BC" on the way back did not cause the feelings it did during the dinner, as we are generally comfortable around him. He picked us up in a beat up truck from the 70's, still legally liscenced, which is unbelievable. We were discussing his original, decorative signs that he has all over the lake property. "J" and I have had plenty of laughs while sober, stoned, and tripping about the signs, as one of them has a shadow of Swamp Thing on it. It always made us laugh, especially on this day as I had just had that "swamp" experience. Anyhow, "BC" proceded to tell us about how someone had stolen one of his signs. He was like, "I don't know whether to be angry or honored." *Laughs* I believe both "J" and I were becoming increasingly more comfortable as time went on from this point, as we were getting somewhere with the whole issue. I just couldn't wait to get this over with so we could enjoy the rest of our trip. I think I would rather have dealt with the police that day than what we had went through at "BC's" house!
As we approached the car, "J's" girlfriend "L" showed up. I gave her a "look," as if to express our state of mind. Then, we proceded to pull the car out. The task was simple, but "A's" boyfriend was sort of in "BC's" face, talking his ear off about cars and other stuff, and "BC" sort of grumbled. "J" and I laughed, as we could tell he saw him as one of the "young punk" types I talked about earlier. He never seemed to mind me and "J", as we are country people.
After we thanked "BC" for helping, we were on our way back to "J's" This event was supposed to be left a secret towards "J's" parents, as his Father can be short tempered. However, they found out later and pretty much laughed about it. "L" seemed to be somewhat irritated by the whole thing, but she was relieved that it was over. I think she just wanted some Cannabis.
At this point, I was out on "J's" porch thinking about how the experience of relief within the drug's effects had turned MDA-like. I knew the feeling wouldn't last long, but 2C-C had reminded me of MDA in the past. Once "J" and "L" came back out on the porch from inside, I mentioned something about the feeling, and "J" agreed that he was feeling the same entactogenic effects. It dissipated as we drove to "Jimmy G's" for the Cannabis. As "J" went inside, "L" and I were discussing the effects I was feeling and the experience we had. I had her laughing pretty hard. We also talked about how she was going to be starting a nursing job in the closest big city to us (she is going to a small university for nursing), and I believe she was really stressing out about it. Once "J" came out he was talking about how "Jimmy G" knew he was tripping hard, and "J" made him roll the joint. I guess "J" was tripping so hard, he was unable to complete the task. "Jimmy G" is a really cool guy actually. He has wisdom and knowledge, he has passion and pain, and he has class, though you would never know by merely looking at him. He really just gets into Cannabis, mild mushroom trips, and light Opiate drugs now, but his life probably looked quite like mine and "J's" does when he was younger. He was really into experimenting.
The dock was the next place we went. Here we had quite an experience. "J" and I calmed down to a great extent, though we were pretty much peaking at this point. The sound enhancement was great while listening to the birds singing, and the visuals were light, yet extreme in their beauty. We saw a Great Blue Heron (a really pretty water fowl) across the lake. It was such a wonderful peace in both body and mind. "L" smoked her joint, and to my surprise, "J," the pothead didn't even smoke it! That there shows how intense of an experience we were having.
It wasn't long before we were back at "J's" because "L" had to leave. She had just stopped down to see "J" for an hour or so. Perhaps the best part of the experience happened at this point. When we got to "J's," he went to use the bathroom, "L" went upstairs to talk to "J's" family, and I stayed in the kitchen. I could not help myself from listening to the conversational flood of the social gathering upstairs. It was a very joyous experience, but the way it sounded is unexplainable. It was like some beautiful word salad. I couldn't really hear what any particular person was saying, yet their happiness came into me. I heard "J's" Mother talking about the great taste of some candy at one point, but that's about it. I just closed my eyes and listened. The visuals became rich and deep, and I felt as though I was moving to the flow of something. It was then that I had the most amazing internal dialog experience I've ever had. I had a conversation with myself that ran so deep and personal, that it was almost as if I entered the spiritual realm and nothing was there but me and my spirit. We had the most amazing conversation I've ever had with anyone. I learned so much from him about myself. I saw the beauty in him, and the evil inside of me was washed clean while I was there. We talked for another moment, and then it was over. "J" was back from the bathroom, and he had the same exact experience! He was almost in tears.
There was a certain "right side" of the brain feeling, as well as a visual experience that seemed to originate from the right instead of the typical center of mind. At one point I thought it was the way the light in the room was directed with my eyes closed, but with my eyes closed, I looked directly at the light, and the visuals were still flowing from the right. Strange is the only way I can describe that.
"L" left after this, and me and "J" looked at eachother, knowing we were going to have to do something. We didn't realize the impact that the light of the day (which was now gone), "J's" joyous family, and "L's" feminine comfort was having on our trip. The whole rest of the experience was very dark.
We decided that it would be best if we left and went on a cruise since I felt like I was fine to drive, however this was a bad idea, as I know how Phenethylamines affect me. I can drive on moderate doses of Psilocybin, but not on any of the Phenethylamines. However, I was fine for quite some time. I decided to listen to Tool's "10,000 days" album on my headphones as we drove around the back roads. The music enhancement was so extreme that it was difficult to listen to at times. I was getting really into it. I am actually listening to it right now to enhance my writing mood. I usually do this sort of thing to trigger memory during my writing. The experience took on a sinister feel. It actually started reminding me of 2C-E, and neither "J" nor I was ready to explore the shadow regions of the human psyche. It happened anyway, though all in all, I believe it may have just been the setting of the experience and certain things that happened within it that triggered it. After all, I was listening to Tool!
Next, we ended up at King's restaurant because I had to use the restroom. This was possibly one of the strangest things I've ever experienced. While I was doing my business at the urinal, I heard a man in a raspy voice in one of the stalls. He was clearly relieving his bowels, and at first I thought he was having a conversation with himself. The thought that he could be mentally ill crossed my mind. However, as I listened to him, trying desperately to maintain a lucid train of thought, I realized that he was speaking on a cell phone. As if this wasn't strange enough, I concluded that he was a psychologist or counselor of sorts seemingly talking a woman, that I could hear even over the phone, out of commiting suicide! My God, am I losing it? Surely this can't be what's happening. However, I am totally convinced to this day that was indeed what was going on. This really made me think about our culture and society.
When I returned to the car, "J" was anxious to leave, but I had to tell him what just happened. In our state of mind, he could hardly comprehend what I was telling him. It was so absurd and unexpected. There seemed to be a strong clarity within the delusional thoughts that were spinning through my mind. It was certainly a psychotic experience to some extent at this point, and I was just unable to interpret any of it at this point.
Then, we were headed out into the country to a bridge we often venture to. This particular place has an occult history where a great deal of strange happenings have occured. Some of my friends are quite afraid of the place. Personally, I can not deny that I feel an odd evil energy while I'm there at times, but it's never kept me from visiting. I typically find it a nice place to relax and have conversations with friends when I am bored and feel like talking about the strange things that have occured there. However, on our way out there, as I was driving, I saw a prism open up in the road and emit a rainbow spash that flooded into my car and flew through my body. "J" watched as it flew through me and I jumped off of the steering wheel and he took control of the car. I quickly said, "we need to get out here quick," as driving was extremely dangerous at that point.
Once we made it out there, we stopped directly on the bridge to roll a joint. I stepped out of the car and immediately felt something strange. I just had that sense that something wasn't right. Then, I started to hear footsteps coming towards me, but nothing was in sight. I jumped back into the car, "J" saw the look in my eyes, and he said "go, come on lets go, go, get out of here now..." Instead of turning around like any normal person would do, I decided to venture further into the area. I did turn around at one point and almost got stuck in the mud. We were both still feeling the strange presence, and you could tell we were freaked out. I took another back road just to see where it would lead, and it turned out to be a never ending road seeming to lead into the depths of hell. We had passed a run-down trailer on that road that looked like an abandoned Meth lab or something even more disturbing.
As if things weren't bad enough, right after I turned around having driving a few good miles into a sinister looking place, the headlights in my car started turning on and off on their own! "J" looked at me with fear in his eyes, saying "oh no, dude, oh no." I had to drive 10mph because the electrical system in my car was operating on its own! The thought of having to walk out of that dreadful place was terrifying. My headlights continued to turn on and off seemingly at their own will until we were away from "the area." I wouldn't even know where to begin explaining what that was, and I never want to know.
Since we were away from that place now, we started having deep conversations about God, fear, and our revelations about research chemicals. 2C-C had always been a very mild, almost recreational psychedelic to me, and I didn't really expect this even though I had read plenty of reports about these strange, unexpected 2C-C experiences teaching its users not to ever underestimate it.
Soon, we were back into civilization, and we decided to go to our friend's "J2" and "L2's" apartment. We smoked some good herb and took a couple Alprazolam tablets that I felt we both needed at the time while we recited the story of our eventful night to them. The 2C-C was slowly losing its effect, and we were both happy to be feeling mellow again. There were some strange physical feelings going on at the time but nothing too uncomfortable.
Overall, it was a wonderful but difficult experience for me, and it really convinced us to reevaluate our usage of research chemicals. Not that I came to any conclusion not to use them but that I want to be very certain as to why I feel any particular one is necessary for me at the time I am considering it.
