sallycinnamon
Bluelighter
2c-e - first time - I'll have one with everything
My experience occurred during the middle of last month. Looking back, I can't believe I was expecting so little from this drug. I had tried other psychedelics before (some mushrooms, LSD, a tiny bit of 2C-I) but at such low doses that they only had extremely mild effects on me. So, with 2C-E, I was vaguely expecting to feel a little "strange" and perhaps see things out of the corner of my eyes . . . maybe some closed eye visuals. I certainly didn't expect what ensued.
Starting at about 7:00PM I took 20 mgs. oral and then an hour later I smoked about 10 mgs. spread out over about two hours. I reported to atlas (my boyfriend) that I "didn't feel anything" but he noticed that I was extremely talkative as we walked through the UGA campus. I did feel like my heart was beating a little fast (I'm not sure if it was) and my mind seemed to race a bit. I was afraid that the experience had peaked and that just feeling strange and being talkative were what I was going to get. I cursed my luck silently. I thought, "This always happens to me. Why can't I hallucinate?"
Atlas and I got back to the apartment and I sat on the bed. I was on the edge of the bed and I suddenly got the suggestion and imagined that the bed was bobbing up and down in water and I wanted to "climb" to very corner like it was a raft that was floating vertically instead of horizontally. I fell off the bed about three or four times while reporting, "I don't think the drug is working."
The first visual I got was when I was looking at the computer monitor and all the blues seemed to pop out and be more vivid. Again, I thought this was "neat" and about all I was going to get. I then looked over at atlas' fish tank and saw that the fish were transparent and were swimming outside the tank. As I listened to the soft babbling of the tank water, the angelfish were swimming gently and I saw the back of the wall through their white stripes. The black stripes were still opaque. My eyes must have bugged out of my head because I was not expecting this. This is the first time I said, "Whoa!" like an eight-year-old boy. I said it about a hundred times by the end of the night. I felt not just like a child, but like a child that everybody wants to be around. I think this is what people love about children. It's their wonder, innocence, and trust and love (which I will describe shortly).
After that, I noticed that the fish were "surging" with light. Atlas suggested that we take a drive. It sounded like a wonderful idea. During the whole drive, I felt like we were going to a fabulous place where a lot of kind and interesting people were having a party. I was only mildly let down each time atlas assured me that we essentially weren't going anywhere.
One of the coolest things about the ride was that as we drove by something, it seemed to have a colored light shining on it from above. Each different item (say a garbage bin or a house) that we drove by had its own color. We would drive up to it, the light would come on like a sensor light and would turn off immediately after we passed it, then the light would highlight a new item, and so forth. The light seemed to light our path. The few raindrops on the windshield looked like what I described as "fiber-optics" but I really hadn't a clue what these were. I was frustrated as I tried to explain that the rain also looked like "neurons, neural . . . things, dendrites . . ." I grunted with happy frustration at not being able to describe it. I kept asking if atlas was having a good time. I felt sorry he couldn't see the things I saw.
Soon after that, we were driving a little bit away from town (it was not lit by street lamps). We were listening to Aphex Twin and David Byrne's "Look Into The Eyeball." I realized that all life on this planet will die someday, that we are deeply connected. I felt that all life (especially human life) is so connected that we actually all were the same. It didn't matter that we were going to die, because we all were. I had so much well-being and a sense that everything was going to be all right, now and forever, that I wanted to cry with relief. Up to this point, I had been insecure my whole life. I was deeply afraid of going to hell or eternal oblivion after death, but at that moment I sort of knew that things were all right, and that was better than heaven! I looked at my eyes in the mirror. The pupils were so large and the rest of my eyes so kind and shining and watery; it was beautiful.
Not too long after that, we got a call from atlas' roommate's girlfriend. She had seen us drive by while she was sitting outside drinking a beer with a friend at a bar. Atlas thought it was a great idea to stop. I was incredulous! I had no idea how I'd react. At this point, I was in a deeply altered state of awareness. However, it couldn't have turned out better. I was so confident, I held my head high but at the same time I was deeply relaxed with the most comfortable breathing I'd ever had. I listened to the girl with compassion and an open heart. I smiled and felt light, humorous, and like everyone should talk to me because I was so deeply interesting.
We left the girl at the bar and took off back home. Atlas and I took a shower in the dark with only the light coming throught the bathroom window. It was pretty neat, but the visuals weren't there so much as when we were outside. I saw a line of eyes up and down atlas' face. Also, atlas was completely aroused while I was not; I felt like a child who didn't even know what sex was (which was a nice change from my usually constant compulsive drive to do sex).
Atlas went back to his room while I was exploring the bathroom. Dirty things were mildly unsavory to me, like the dust on the corner of the tub. A neat thing was when I looked down at the bath mat and saw thousands of sage green colored worms twisting and writhing up from the mat. I looked at a towel and saw animated, neon colored paisely patterns. They were extremely intricate and beautiful.
After that, I went to atlas' computer with him and we viewed some wonderful art. It appeared to animate and surge with light in the most intricate, vivid ways. I'll have him say which artists we looked at, as I'm not sure of their names.
Very soon, I wanted to draw. Being an artist, I was extremely curious to see how this would turn out. Atlas already looked beautiful lying on the bed, nude. I got out my watercolor paper and chinese brush and ink very quickly. I looked at the page. I felt normal as I was concentrating. Then, I stained the paper with water and slopped some ink on the page with my brush. It spead out and animated into black, twisting fractals. I painted atlas in several positions. None of the six pictures turned out photo-realistic at all, but had an an extremely loose, relaxed gestural quality to them. In one picture, he looks like a reclining samurai.
Atlas soon said he was tired. I could imagine; this had been going on for at least seven hours. He put on a guided meditation recording for me. I started to listen, but got antsy. Each time the narrator paused, I would forget what we were listening to, and then I'd get startled when he started back up again. So, we turned that stuff off and atlas slept.
During this time, I looked over at the fish. They were still transparent and swimming outside of the tank a little bit. I saw some other light visuals throughout the mostly dark room. I kept telling myself to remember . . . remember that feeling of being all right. I told myself that if I took nothing else away from this, that I should remember that we are all one. I remember.
My experience occurred during the middle of last month. Looking back, I can't believe I was expecting so little from this drug. I had tried other psychedelics before (some mushrooms, LSD, a tiny bit of 2C-I) but at such low doses that they only had extremely mild effects on me. So, with 2C-E, I was vaguely expecting to feel a little "strange" and perhaps see things out of the corner of my eyes . . . maybe some closed eye visuals. I certainly didn't expect what ensued.
Starting at about 7:00PM I took 20 mgs. oral and then an hour later I smoked about 10 mgs. spread out over about two hours. I reported to atlas (my boyfriend) that I "didn't feel anything" but he noticed that I was extremely talkative as we walked through the UGA campus. I did feel like my heart was beating a little fast (I'm not sure if it was) and my mind seemed to race a bit. I was afraid that the experience had peaked and that just feeling strange and being talkative were what I was going to get. I cursed my luck silently. I thought, "This always happens to me. Why can't I hallucinate?"
Atlas and I got back to the apartment and I sat on the bed. I was on the edge of the bed and I suddenly got the suggestion and imagined that the bed was bobbing up and down in water and I wanted to "climb" to very corner like it was a raft that was floating vertically instead of horizontally. I fell off the bed about three or four times while reporting, "I don't think the drug is working."
The first visual I got was when I was looking at the computer monitor and all the blues seemed to pop out and be more vivid. Again, I thought this was "neat" and about all I was going to get. I then looked over at atlas' fish tank and saw that the fish were transparent and were swimming outside the tank. As I listened to the soft babbling of the tank water, the angelfish were swimming gently and I saw the back of the wall through their white stripes. The black stripes were still opaque. My eyes must have bugged out of my head because I was not expecting this. This is the first time I said, "Whoa!" like an eight-year-old boy. I said it about a hundred times by the end of the night. I felt not just like a child, but like a child that everybody wants to be around. I think this is what people love about children. It's their wonder, innocence, and trust and love (which I will describe shortly).
After that, I noticed that the fish were "surging" with light. Atlas suggested that we take a drive. It sounded like a wonderful idea. During the whole drive, I felt like we were going to a fabulous place where a lot of kind and interesting people were having a party. I was only mildly let down each time atlas assured me that we essentially weren't going anywhere.
One of the coolest things about the ride was that as we drove by something, it seemed to have a colored light shining on it from above. Each different item (say a garbage bin or a house) that we drove by had its own color. We would drive up to it, the light would come on like a sensor light and would turn off immediately after we passed it, then the light would highlight a new item, and so forth. The light seemed to light our path. The few raindrops on the windshield looked like what I described as "fiber-optics" but I really hadn't a clue what these were. I was frustrated as I tried to explain that the rain also looked like "neurons, neural . . . things, dendrites . . ." I grunted with happy frustration at not being able to describe it. I kept asking if atlas was having a good time. I felt sorry he couldn't see the things I saw.
Soon after that, we were driving a little bit away from town (it was not lit by street lamps). We were listening to Aphex Twin and David Byrne's "Look Into The Eyeball." I realized that all life on this planet will die someday, that we are deeply connected. I felt that all life (especially human life) is so connected that we actually all were the same. It didn't matter that we were going to die, because we all were. I had so much well-being and a sense that everything was going to be all right, now and forever, that I wanted to cry with relief. Up to this point, I had been insecure my whole life. I was deeply afraid of going to hell or eternal oblivion after death, but at that moment I sort of knew that things were all right, and that was better than heaven! I looked at my eyes in the mirror. The pupils were so large and the rest of my eyes so kind and shining and watery; it was beautiful.
Not too long after that, we got a call from atlas' roommate's girlfriend. She had seen us drive by while she was sitting outside drinking a beer with a friend at a bar. Atlas thought it was a great idea to stop. I was incredulous! I had no idea how I'd react. At this point, I was in a deeply altered state of awareness. However, it couldn't have turned out better. I was so confident, I held my head high but at the same time I was deeply relaxed with the most comfortable breathing I'd ever had. I listened to the girl with compassion and an open heart. I smiled and felt light, humorous, and like everyone should talk to me because I was so deeply interesting.
We left the girl at the bar and took off back home. Atlas and I took a shower in the dark with only the light coming throught the bathroom window. It was pretty neat, but the visuals weren't there so much as when we were outside. I saw a line of eyes up and down atlas' face. Also, atlas was completely aroused while I was not; I felt like a child who didn't even know what sex was (which was a nice change from my usually constant compulsive drive to do sex).
Atlas went back to his room while I was exploring the bathroom. Dirty things were mildly unsavory to me, like the dust on the corner of the tub. A neat thing was when I looked down at the bath mat and saw thousands of sage green colored worms twisting and writhing up from the mat. I looked at a towel and saw animated, neon colored paisely patterns. They were extremely intricate and beautiful.
After that, I went to atlas' computer with him and we viewed some wonderful art. It appeared to animate and surge with light in the most intricate, vivid ways. I'll have him say which artists we looked at, as I'm not sure of their names.
Very soon, I wanted to draw. Being an artist, I was extremely curious to see how this would turn out. Atlas already looked beautiful lying on the bed, nude. I got out my watercolor paper and chinese brush and ink very quickly. I looked at the page. I felt normal as I was concentrating. Then, I stained the paper with water and slopped some ink on the page with my brush. It spead out and animated into black, twisting fractals. I painted atlas in several positions. None of the six pictures turned out photo-realistic at all, but had an an extremely loose, relaxed gestural quality to them. In one picture, he looks like a reclining samurai.
Atlas soon said he was tired. I could imagine; this had been going on for at least seven hours. He put on a guided meditation recording for me. I started to listen, but got antsy. Each time the narrator paused, I would forget what we were listening to, and then I'd get startled when he started back up again. So, we turned that stuff off and atlas slept.
During this time, I looked over at the fish. They were still transparent and swimming outside of the tank a little bit. I saw some other light visuals throughout the mostly dark room. I kept telling myself to remember . . . remember that feeling of being all right. I told myself that if I took nothing else away from this, that I should remember that we are all one. I remember.
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