Sir Ron Pib
Bluelighter
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This report was sometime back...
I relaxed in bed for some time – drifting off somewhat into a half conscious state – I felt the presence of some sombre factory or engine of undefined purpose – the feeling of experimentally formed sentient life struggling with the awful conditions of it’s growth. I heard/felt vibration/grinding – undefined operations – screaming perhaps – I came out of this state with a start…
I rested in the spare bedroom – with my eyes closed I witnessed strange scenes; ape like creatures twisted in pain with metal or wires or other apparatus attached in some form of vivisection or (futuristic?) experimentation – hybrids or mutations – some form of science that morally offended. It was dark, grim and alien and interestingly the feel and form seemed quite similar somehow to points on other 2C-E trips. It was like a disassociated journey into the minds of some suffering entities somewhere in the universe but it was not in anyway particularly horrific; I simply witnessed it with a type of dispassion that seems part of 2C-E’s character, and as with several other experiences it seemed the 2C-E was running incredibly slowly like the drug was stuck and not moving – static – it wasn’t like tripping in the traditional sense, there was none of the movement nor was it quite comfortable, it was like the effects slowed and stopped caught between any visuals. I spoke to F, who had been tripping in the other room, briefly in the hall but she said effectively she “wasn’t human right now”
From the kitchen I stared at the armchair with the various coloured drapes, their patterns and those of the surrounding forms; this scene seemed incredibly intense and represented the height of the trips eyes-open visuals, which seemed atypical this time round.
We moved into the garden – I was met by a scene of the fields beyond with one of those irrigation devices that sent great gushes of water into the air in arcs, a bush had been removed several days hence making this scene clear but somehow I was struck that I had not noted this view of the farm land beyond from the garden before even though it should have been visible. I then went to look at the fresh grave of our cat Svamp who I had buried on the hill with a bouquet of wild flowers and magickal plants; fresh salvia divinorum leaves, some psilocybin mushrooms, chacruna and yage for protection a couple of days hence. I felt both the barrenness of death as well as the released presence of our friend.
A while later I sat in the chair for a while and let my self go – there was a strong and wonderful rush throughout my body, it felt I was the conduit for life force, external energies seemed to run in from all sides conjoining within my being.
In the garden I went to the top where I had buried Svamp and contemplating the ground I started to work, picking up stones to form a stone circle over him – it felt I was guided by instinct in this pagan act – neither happy nor sad but held there by the ritual and its reverential importance.
The thought ran through me as I worked ‘we have to make meaning from the things around us’ I selected stones and discarded bits of brick or other unsuitable materials –
When I returned indoors and went upstairs I was once again made more aware of the 2C-E and of being under its influence; I could see strong trails form from moving objects, an effect I played with by throwing a ball of paper around the room, swirling my arms around and the like. My mood was buoyant. It seemed the trip was very psychedelic now – where as at points the trip seemed incredibly slow and static these frozen frames pieced together formed a wildly psychedelic retrospective.
I was now a little hungry and cracked open some cobnuts from the garden and boiled some corn on the cob; the food seemed wholesome – a wonderful gift from nature – I was hugely grateful for it and for my life. I felt blessed.
I don’t consider 2C-E a social drug but my stepdaughter came round and we socialised with ease and enjoyed her company sitting upstairs drinking tea before she heads off to Farnham.
Another very interesting experience with this compound.
I relaxed in bed for some time – drifting off somewhat into a half conscious state – I felt the presence of some sombre factory or engine of undefined purpose – the feeling of experimentally formed sentient life struggling with the awful conditions of it’s growth. I heard/felt vibration/grinding – undefined operations – screaming perhaps – I came out of this state with a start…
I rested in the spare bedroom – with my eyes closed I witnessed strange scenes; ape like creatures twisted in pain with metal or wires or other apparatus attached in some form of vivisection or (futuristic?) experimentation – hybrids or mutations – some form of science that morally offended. It was dark, grim and alien and interestingly the feel and form seemed quite similar somehow to points on other 2C-E trips. It was like a disassociated journey into the minds of some suffering entities somewhere in the universe but it was not in anyway particularly horrific; I simply witnessed it with a type of dispassion that seems part of 2C-E’s character, and as with several other experiences it seemed the 2C-E was running incredibly slowly like the drug was stuck and not moving – static – it wasn’t like tripping in the traditional sense, there was none of the movement nor was it quite comfortable, it was like the effects slowed and stopped caught between any visuals. I spoke to F, who had been tripping in the other room, briefly in the hall but she said effectively she “wasn’t human right now”
From the kitchen I stared at the armchair with the various coloured drapes, their patterns and those of the surrounding forms; this scene seemed incredibly intense and represented the height of the trips eyes-open visuals, which seemed atypical this time round.
We moved into the garden – I was met by a scene of the fields beyond with one of those irrigation devices that sent great gushes of water into the air in arcs, a bush had been removed several days hence making this scene clear but somehow I was struck that I had not noted this view of the farm land beyond from the garden before even though it should have been visible. I then went to look at the fresh grave of our cat Svamp who I had buried on the hill with a bouquet of wild flowers and magickal plants; fresh salvia divinorum leaves, some psilocybin mushrooms, chacruna and yage for protection a couple of days hence. I felt both the barrenness of death as well as the released presence of our friend.
A while later I sat in the chair for a while and let my self go – there was a strong and wonderful rush throughout my body, it felt I was the conduit for life force, external energies seemed to run in from all sides conjoining within my being.
In the garden I went to the top where I had buried Svamp and contemplating the ground I started to work, picking up stones to form a stone circle over him – it felt I was guided by instinct in this pagan act – neither happy nor sad but held there by the ritual and its reverential importance.
The thought ran through me as I worked ‘we have to make meaning from the things around us’ I selected stones and discarded bits of brick or other unsuitable materials –
When I returned indoors and went upstairs I was once again made more aware of the 2C-E and of being under its influence; I could see strong trails form from moving objects, an effect I played with by throwing a ball of paper around the room, swirling my arms around and the like. My mood was buoyant. It seemed the trip was very psychedelic now – where as at points the trip seemed incredibly slow and static these frozen frames pieced together formed a wildly psychedelic retrospective.
I was now a little hungry and cracked open some cobnuts from the garden and boiled some corn on the cob; the food seemed wholesome – a wonderful gift from nature – I was hugely grateful for it and for my life. I felt blessed.
I don’t consider 2C-E a social drug but my stepdaughter came round and we socialised with ease and enjoyed her company sitting upstairs drinking tea before she heads off to Farnham.
Another very interesting experience with this compound.
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