Psycheloop
Greenlighter
After reading countless trip reports and vicariously experiencing the array of 2c-xs and psychedilia, I decided to go ahead and experiment with 2c-e. I chose 2c-e as it seemed the substance I thought would be most compatible with my inner psychonaut. The day I, rather we, my cousin, her boyfriend, and later on my brother, decided to trip, our lives were flipped upside down by this brutely intense psychedelic. On this day, we decided to dose early, around 7pm, as well, we didn’t want to be awake forever and 7pm just seemed like the appropriate time. Having read the honestly more reports than I can count, I felt fairly confident that the dose we were taking, 13mg liquid, would be a great started dose. Not too strong yet strong enough to feel the power of 2c-e. Right I was… kind of.
We dosed in the parking lot of a mall and went inside to grab a quick bite and some clothes for a friend’s 21st birthday we were going to go to later on in the night. Initially we thought we would have about an hour and a half to embark but 2c-e had other plans for us that night. About 20 minutes after dosing,I noted colors brightened, sound heightened, and the impending feeling of oohh… this is coming soon. We decided we no longer needed to eat and we rushed off to Macys to try to chose a gift. Mission failed. Malls are evil places to trip, period. Decision making was impossible and right then, my brother met up with us and asked if he could join our psychedelic band wagon. He stayed in the mall and we rushed off to grab a dose for him. As we exited the mall, a rush of air simultaneously ran through our bodies. It was exhilarating. We returned and insited on leaving, a concept my brother at the moment couldn’t understand. The mall was hell. We agreed on returning home, leaving our cars there and having my brother drive, to the party, since he wasn’t tripping yet.
I closed the door to my car and was catapulted to my psychedelic peak. It wasn’t like acid where I could control my visuals and stop tripping if need be. It was all consuming. Colors were hightened infinitely sharp, sparks of lights enveloped my surroundings and depth perception was not in the least reliable. I drove home down the street, parked and awaited my brother and cousin’s arrival. I right there in my car, I felt the oddest sensation take hold of me. When my brother picked me up, I saw my cousin and Eggie in the car, they had left her car at the mall. Eggie asked me how I was feeling and I replied, “I don’t know I feel like I’m… vibrating. Like every cell in my body is vibrating. Kind of like I’m on a hover craft.”
We went to an art exhibit in the downtown area of our city and the body load was so intense. Not in an uncomfortable or intolerable way but just intense, as the waves of vibrations and psychedilia rushed through our every pores. I could best explain the visuals as a fluid earthquake, forceful but not scary, dreamy and lucid. We entered a small store to buy some water and as I walked by the shelves of items, they seemed to tumble over in quickly them reassemble. At the store, my brother reached his peak. We decided to hang out at the art walk for a while and then we’d carry on through our night. We sat in a lobby carpeted in a patterned mosaic fashion, which seemed to flow with our experience flawlessly. After the peak subsided, one of the times, it does this a lot… subside, peak, subside, peak, we left the art walk and decided to go to the grocery store down the street to buy a bottle of liquor for our friends 21st. Now, let me be the first to say that driving on 2c-e is stupidly irresponsible but having lived through this, ill continue to share.
As we drove the 1-mile stretch down the street to the grocery store, we were talking about how it was so easy to construct worlds and deconstruct them with closed eyed visuals and how sometimes you can do the same with open-eyed visuals. At this time, my brother drifted off into his own land while driving, swaying his car to the left slowly onto oncoming traffic. We all screamed NOOO!!!!!! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! He snapped out of it & pulled into the grocery store parking lot. We stayed in the car for a while, still peaking. I would close my eyes and have full on visuals that transported me to a hospital, rushed me through the hallways and I could briefly see the people in there before I would open my eyes and boom! Dancing trees, moving stars and a blanket of infinitely complex fractals. It was beautiful and intense, my body still vibrating. I could hear the hovercraft. It was the sound that some ground spinning fireworks sometimes called chakra fireworks or simply spinners make. We talked about how ridiculously intense it was and I remaked that at times I just felt like saying, “Gahhh, take it easy, please take it easy!” My cousin said she at times wanted to cry because it was so overwhelming. Eggie questioned me at this time if I was sure I’d dosed them right and the thought of me haunted me but then my cousin reassured me I had. I’d weighed it countless times. At this time, we all felt the same way and we were clearly all on the same page.
We decided to not rush and enjoy the trip. It was evident that we couldn’t make it to our friends 21st while peaking so we’d wait til it was a little later to go. After a while longer, we went inside the store to look for a particular bottle. NOTHING. It would be a night of odd coincidences. We drove to another store a little further, perhaps 5 miles. The drive there was somewhat less intense. As we drove by cars, they zoomed by us, leaving behind a trail of light for several seconds. Oncoming traffic seemed a lot closer than it actually was but we weren’t about to risk any further incidents so we would wait until we were sure it was safe to make turns. We got to this next grocery store and ho and behold…NOTHING!!!
We decided to try out one more store about 3 miles away which we all knew had a wider array of wine & liquor options. The body load was not entirely gone by this time yet the “alien skin” feeling was still present and the visuals were still unparalleled. The head space was somewhat goofy but had an underlying seriousness and you could tell that it could’ve gone either way. There’s definitely a dark aspect to 2c-e but also a more friendly, childish side. This grocery store was a lot of fun. It was late and like most other suburban grocery stores, empty. We walked around the isles looking for I don’t know what. Gazed at the endless wall of liquor, laughing because they had what seemed like a billion bottles but the one we were looking for was not to be found.
My cousin and I both needed the restroom so we asked where it was and took off to find it. It was in the backroom/stockroom area of the store and we ventured throughout the entire stockroom looking for it before coming to the most obvious place where it was, immediately in front of the entrance door! Inside the restroom, umm well I don’t know if I should share but wth… I urinated translucent blue green pee. I looked in the mirror, a habit of mine while on psychedelics, and was amazed by the loops of color around my face that would move as I moved in closer and further from the mirror. It was fascinating! Kind of like a rainbow slinky. In line to pay, my cousin looked at a gossip magazine and blurted, “Oh common, Christina!” She said it as if she knew Christina personally and was genuinely disappointed by her looks. It was uncontrollably hilarious and I ran of the store, unable to control my laughter. The ridiculous remarks continued. When we got to the car, my brother said, “ok guys we have to pull it together,” my cousin childishly blurted, “Aww why?!” brother: “We have to get to the party.” Cousin: “Oh, okay FINE.” We carried on.
This stretch was somewhat confusing. It was the longest drive we’d have to make, probably 15 miles or so. We decided to take smaller, residential streets to avoid traffic and stay on the safe side. Driving there, some odd classical rock, Kiss-type music, played on the radio. The elongated guitar noted was hilarious. Why was this music playing on the radio? It was too much! We all laughed and agreed that these were the sounds that came from my brother’s vagina while tripping. We got to a red light and my brother decided to turn. He saw a cop behind us and got kind of wary. We turned and to our shock, it was a dead end street! Worse than a dead end, it was the street leading to the police station parking lot. There was nowhere to go and we all felt so royally fucked. After moments of confusion, my brother did a u-turn and we returned to the main street. The logic behind his turning there was that he had seen the street sign arrow pointing left and he simply followed. Might seem stupid logic but it made sense. As we approached our friend’s house, we all suddenly got lost. The streets looked completely alien, as if we didn’t feel alien already, and we were completely off put by the new streets, closed streets and streets being newly renovated. I don’t know how we figured out where our friend lived but eventually we did. This was around 11pm.
At the party, our angst completely disappeared. We had arrived at our destination and could now just enjoy being around friends. I was clear headed by now, still tripping hard but insanely clear headed, dare I say sober-feeling. Music on 2c-e felt and sounded really interesting. It felt like you could really just let go into the music, whatever that means. I noted an overproduction of phlegm or mucus in the back of my throat to the point where it was concerning. I ignored it and continued on. We would check the time ever so often and were genuinely amazed by the time stretch. It seemed like we were there forever. At one point, we went to the car for some reason, returned and it really felt like we had just gotten there. It was bizarre. Eventually 230 or 3am came around and the party ended and we returned home. Not wanting to sleep, we went for a brief walk, our visuals still akin to a hit of acid. It was nice to feel like you could go to sleep if you wanted to or you could continue tripping. I needed to be at work at 10am so I decided 4am was a good time to call it a night.
I woke up at 915, pupils still dilated but this went away by 1030ish. 2c-e is definitely a difficult but worthwhile substance as suggested by Shuglin.
We dosed in the parking lot of a mall and went inside to grab a quick bite and some clothes for a friend’s 21st birthday we were going to go to later on in the night. Initially we thought we would have about an hour and a half to embark but 2c-e had other plans for us that night. About 20 minutes after dosing,I noted colors brightened, sound heightened, and the impending feeling of oohh… this is coming soon. We decided we no longer needed to eat and we rushed off to Macys to try to chose a gift. Mission failed. Malls are evil places to trip, period. Decision making was impossible and right then, my brother met up with us and asked if he could join our psychedelic band wagon. He stayed in the mall and we rushed off to grab a dose for him. As we exited the mall, a rush of air simultaneously ran through our bodies. It was exhilarating. We returned and insited on leaving, a concept my brother at the moment couldn’t understand. The mall was hell. We agreed on returning home, leaving our cars there and having my brother drive, to the party, since he wasn’t tripping yet.
I closed the door to my car and was catapulted to my psychedelic peak. It wasn’t like acid where I could control my visuals and stop tripping if need be. It was all consuming. Colors were hightened infinitely sharp, sparks of lights enveloped my surroundings and depth perception was not in the least reliable. I drove home down the street, parked and awaited my brother and cousin’s arrival. I right there in my car, I felt the oddest sensation take hold of me. When my brother picked me up, I saw my cousin and Eggie in the car, they had left her car at the mall. Eggie asked me how I was feeling and I replied, “I don’t know I feel like I’m… vibrating. Like every cell in my body is vibrating. Kind of like I’m on a hover craft.”
We went to an art exhibit in the downtown area of our city and the body load was so intense. Not in an uncomfortable or intolerable way but just intense, as the waves of vibrations and psychedilia rushed through our every pores. I could best explain the visuals as a fluid earthquake, forceful but not scary, dreamy and lucid. We entered a small store to buy some water and as I walked by the shelves of items, they seemed to tumble over in quickly them reassemble. At the store, my brother reached his peak. We decided to hang out at the art walk for a while and then we’d carry on through our night. We sat in a lobby carpeted in a patterned mosaic fashion, which seemed to flow with our experience flawlessly. After the peak subsided, one of the times, it does this a lot… subside, peak, subside, peak, we left the art walk and decided to go to the grocery store down the street to buy a bottle of liquor for our friends 21st. Now, let me be the first to say that driving on 2c-e is stupidly irresponsible but having lived through this, ill continue to share.
As we drove the 1-mile stretch down the street to the grocery store, we were talking about how it was so easy to construct worlds and deconstruct them with closed eyed visuals and how sometimes you can do the same with open-eyed visuals. At this time, my brother drifted off into his own land while driving, swaying his car to the left slowly onto oncoming traffic. We all screamed NOOO!!!!!! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! He snapped out of it & pulled into the grocery store parking lot. We stayed in the car for a while, still peaking. I would close my eyes and have full on visuals that transported me to a hospital, rushed me through the hallways and I could briefly see the people in there before I would open my eyes and boom! Dancing trees, moving stars and a blanket of infinitely complex fractals. It was beautiful and intense, my body still vibrating. I could hear the hovercraft. It was the sound that some ground spinning fireworks sometimes called chakra fireworks or simply spinners make. We talked about how ridiculously intense it was and I remaked that at times I just felt like saying, “Gahhh, take it easy, please take it easy!” My cousin said she at times wanted to cry because it was so overwhelming. Eggie questioned me at this time if I was sure I’d dosed them right and the thought of me haunted me but then my cousin reassured me I had. I’d weighed it countless times. At this time, we all felt the same way and we were clearly all on the same page.
We decided to not rush and enjoy the trip. It was evident that we couldn’t make it to our friends 21st while peaking so we’d wait til it was a little later to go. After a while longer, we went inside the store to look for a particular bottle. NOTHING. It would be a night of odd coincidences. We drove to another store a little further, perhaps 5 miles. The drive there was somewhat less intense. As we drove by cars, they zoomed by us, leaving behind a trail of light for several seconds. Oncoming traffic seemed a lot closer than it actually was but we weren’t about to risk any further incidents so we would wait until we were sure it was safe to make turns. We got to this next grocery store and ho and behold…NOTHING!!!
We decided to try out one more store about 3 miles away which we all knew had a wider array of wine & liquor options. The body load was not entirely gone by this time yet the “alien skin” feeling was still present and the visuals were still unparalleled. The head space was somewhat goofy but had an underlying seriousness and you could tell that it could’ve gone either way. There’s definitely a dark aspect to 2c-e but also a more friendly, childish side. This grocery store was a lot of fun. It was late and like most other suburban grocery stores, empty. We walked around the isles looking for I don’t know what. Gazed at the endless wall of liquor, laughing because they had what seemed like a billion bottles but the one we were looking for was not to be found.
My cousin and I both needed the restroom so we asked where it was and took off to find it. It was in the backroom/stockroom area of the store and we ventured throughout the entire stockroom looking for it before coming to the most obvious place where it was, immediately in front of the entrance door! Inside the restroom, umm well I don’t know if I should share but wth… I urinated translucent blue green pee. I looked in the mirror, a habit of mine while on psychedelics, and was amazed by the loops of color around my face that would move as I moved in closer and further from the mirror. It was fascinating! Kind of like a rainbow slinky. In line to pay, my cousin looked at a gossip magazine and blurted, “Oh common, Christina!” She said it as if she knew Christina personally and was genuinely disappointed by her looks. It was uncontrollably hilarious and I ran of the store, unable to control my laughter. The ridiculous remarks continued. When we got to the car, my brother said, “ok guys we have to pull it together,” my cousin childishly blurted, “Aww why?!” brother: “We have to get to the party.” Cousin: “Oh, okay FINE.” We carried on.
This stretch was somewhat confusing. It was the longest drive we’d have to make, probably 15 miles or so. We decided to take smaller, residential streets to avoid traffic and stay on the safe side. Driving there, some odd classical rock, Kiss-type music, played on the radio. The elongated guitar noted was hilarious. Why was this music playing on the radio? It was too much! We all laughed and agreed that these were the sounds that came from my brother’s vagina while tripping. We got to a red light and my brother decided to turn. He saw a cop behind us and got kind of wary. We turned and to our shock, it was a dead end street! Worse than a dead end, it was the street leading to the police station parking lot. There was nowhere to go and we all felt so royally fucked. After moments of confusion, my brother did a u-turn and we returned to the main street. The logic behind his turning there was that he had seen the street sign arrow pointing left and he simply followed. Might seem stupid logic but it made sense. As we approached our friend’s house, we all suddenly got lost. The streets looked completely alien, as if we didn’t feel alien already, and we were completely off put by the new streets, closed streets and streets being newly renovated. I don’t know how we figured out where our friend lived but eventually we did. This was around 11pm.
At the party, our angst completely disappeared. We had arrived at our destination and could now just enjoy being around friends. I was clear headed by now, still tripping hard but insanely clear headed, dare I say sober-feeling. Music on 2c-e felt and sounded really interesting. It felt like you could really just let go into the music, whatever that means. I noted an overproduction of phlegm or mucus in the back of my throat to the point where it was concerning. I ignored it and continued on. We would check the time ever so often and were genuinely amazed by the time stretch. It seemed like we were there forever. At one point, we went to the car for some reason, returned and it really felt like we had just gotten there. It was bizarre. Eventually 230 or 3am came around and the party ended and we returned home. Not wanting to sleep, we went for a brief walk, our visuals still akin to a hit of acid. It was nice to feel like you could go to sleep if you wanted to or you could continue tripping. I needed to be at work at 10am so I decided 4am was a good time to call it a night.
I woke up at 915, pupils still dilated but this went away by 1030ish. 2c-e is definitely a difficult but worthwhile substance as suggested by Shuglin.
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