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2C-E - Second Time - A trip back to childhood

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2C-E - A trip back to childhood (Warning, very long)

June 25th 7:40 P.M. – June 26th 10:00 A.M. – Duration of Experience: 14:20 approx., effects may have extended for the entire day to some degree.

Dosage – Dosage was to some extent unknown. NOT RECOMMENDED. Unless you are like me, and crazy. Two days earlier, around 8 mg was insufflated, possibly 10. All of material was dumped out of container, approx. 290 mg I’d say. I have always been good at judging material weight. I was good at it in chemistry class. I never have gotten fucked this way let me put it that way. I equaled out the consistency of the material, which was in a sort of flaky state, like snow (not the slang version). Then divided. Then divided again. I drew a diagram just so I wouldn’t mess up.. It turned out, this way rounded would yield about 16 16-mg portions, give or take some mg of course depending on which pile. Anyway, 4 doses were taken by 4 people. All seemed pretty equal. I judged consistency and height and surface area and whatnot.. They were about centimeter squares, 2 mm high. Maybe slightly bigger on either one. I say our dosages probably ranged from 14-18 mg. My friend Z and I taking the most, since we licked the knife and the mirror, plus we took a little extra at about the second hour.. For some crazy reason.

WARNING - This is a research chemical, very little is known about it. To administer the way that has been described might be a risk to your mental or physical well being. This is not a fun drug, and as with any other true psychedelic, it should be respected, not taken lightly, and not taken out of boredom like so many people like to do. This chemical has potential for great observation and inegration, experience, but it has a way of really kicking you in the balls. So if you’re careless about your life and your self, please abstain. Otherwise, if you take life seriously, you might enjoy this.

Set – Mood is “Normal”. I’ve been in a constant state of almost detachment for the past three months. I have had an overall ill feeling, which has been limiting the enjoyment I am getting from life. I have something wrong with my jaw, TMJ or something. Nobody would believe that I had something wrong with me for awhile, or they would just give me antibiotics and say it was just an ear or sinus infection. Fucking doctors. So I guess I was kind of depressed entering the experience. But not a bad depression. Just an overall down feeling from being bombarded with constant pain/unexplained swelling in the jaw area. Other than my normal mood, I felt excited somewhat, somewhat anxious. I hadn’t had a true psychedelic experience for a year and a half. Other than my “test flight” I had earlier this week with 2C-E, via insufflation route. I recently broke off a relationship with a girlfriend, or a lover, of about a year in length. Our relationship was always filled with problems due to distance – 5 hr drive. She recently started dating a friend from my hometown.. which was a strange situation, but for some reason I never experienced depression from this.. even though I loved her and still do in some way or another. So I was fairly comfortable taking the drug. Aside from stress from school/work/illness… nobody had died or anything in my life, no traumatic experiences.. I was good to go I thought.

Setting – Participants include B, K, Z, and myself, they are all experienced with psychedelics ranging from sampling LSD once or twice to eating it at least 30 or more times, Psilocybe Mushrooms experience by everybody, various times, AMT by myself and B, various times, extacy sampled by all various times, weed, of course. The place that the experience was had was a nearby state park, which surrounded a big lake, and most of the time was spent at a marina that B, K and I both work at. We are shuttle drivers at this particular place, meaning we take people in and out to their boats on the bouey field. My friend, B, would be working the night shift, which runs from 11PM to 7 AM. The sky was clear, stars everywhere, moon was a crescent, only showing it’s face at around 3 AM. Temperature was perfect. Not really warm or humid, not really cold… around 75 F.. Very little breeze. We felt comfortable in this setting, since B, K and I basically live out there. We’re always getting stoned and just fishing or whatever, hiking.. just hangin. The night shifts are never busy, aside from a couple fisherman needing rides in or out around 5 AM.

Experience – Around 7:45 PM, portions were divided using a primitive and not-so-efficient way of measurement. Dump all material out onto a mirror, even consistency out as much as possible. Divide in half. Then take one of the halves and divide into half again. Then divide each of those halves into half again. Then again. Now we had 8 portions. Each weighing an estimated 14-18 mg. EXACT DOSAGE UNKNOWN. By comparing to existing 2C-E experiences, this range can be said to be for the most part accurate.

T+ 0:00 HR – Chemical ingestion at 7:45 PM, at B’s house. Chemical portions were taken straight, so that taste may be analyzed. Taste is bitter, sweet, and had “character” as Shulgin as well as others have stated. Mountain Dew was used as a chaser.

We drive to a gas station, near B’s house. Take two cars. I ride with Z. B and K both ride together. We arrive at the gas station, B, K and I both notice an alert of some sort already, but it could be just placebo. This was around ten minutes after chemical ingestion. Z is stoned so he doesn’t notice any difference yet. We all go in and get supplies we’ll need for the night, so that we won’t be needing to drive anywhere when we’re fully on. I get OJ, a coke, and a water, and two packs of Camel Lights. As I walk back out to our vehicles, I notice I feel lighter somewhat, this is probably 20 minutes after ingestion. Slight changes in visual field can be noticed, yet I still attribute this to possible effect of placebo, and simple excitement. We sit at this gas station, just relaxing, taking in the vibes of local culture as they go about their business. B and K get in K’s truck and tell us just to follow them.. Because they feel like driving, Z and myself agree, and proceed to follow them in Z’s van. They end up just driving across the street, to a bank parking lot. We pull up next to them, they smile, and ask if we want to go smoke some weed. We agree. We take Z’s van, hit the country.

T+ 0:45 HR – Smoke one bowl of dirt weed between the four of us. We are pleasantly surprised to find that the chemical is in fact working in our system. I already notice a good amount of visual enhancement. Just enhancement, colors seem brighter, they’re noticed more. Have a warm feeling radiating from my solar plexus, chest. I feel more open towards my friends. I see them as a brighter color.. Their skin is radiating more than usual, as is my own. I am laughing about small things such as dropping my cell phone on the floor and not being able to find it. Laughing at the fact that one bowl made us feel just right, and it was dirt weed. Mood is heightened. Pupils already showing signs of dilation… but overall size and response to light remain normal.

T+ 1:30 HR – Drive back to K’s truck and decide to head out to the lake. It is getting dark now. The time is about 9 PM. Colors are noticed more. Environment has a look like it is almost being viewed underwater. Edges are softened. Riding in Z’s van feeles as if we’re just skimming across the surface of the earth. Hovering. Starting to notice afterimages of signs and cars as we pass them, as well as people’s legs and arms as they walk along the sidewalk.

T+ 2:00 HR – Out at the lake. At this time I don’t retain much memory of what exactly went on. We drove back into a little area on a gravel road where you can fish off of a little peer. There’s a beach about 90 yards to our left. We park in a gravel parking lot, with trees surrounding it, and the shoreline to our front. K reports already well off and tripping hard. He said the road started winding on his way out, and talked about how the visuals reminded him of Zelda somehow. He sits down indian style in the gravel, and throws rocks at Z’s van’s hubcap. He reports having been there before, in that state, throwing rocks off of a hubcap and hitting someone with them. He looks very subdued by the effects, seems very at peace, almost like a child in his fantasy world. We walk out to the dock to check the water out, and to just walk. The walk seems to take forever, walking feels very natural, uninhibited, feel very light. The dock is moving on me, looks like it’s becoming soft in it’s material density and then harder. Shadows are moving. The fencing along the dock is bowing in and out, as is my whole reality. I really feel like just running around at this point…

Lightening bugs are out with a vengeance tonight, which provides for out entertainment for quite a bit. I find myself just walking around, at this time more worried about their experiences than my own. I tend to focus on helping them relax into it, even though I took a higher dosage than they. I notice trees morphing, patterns forming interlaced with my vision, the lightening bugs almost looked as If they were communicating in some sort of dance with the stars in the sky. I was vaugely reminded of some intricate electrical system, run way lights, something, when viewing the little fellers as they lit up the backdrop of trees. The lights formed patterns, I noticed that it is not just a chaos that they are timed by, but there is actually a pattern, they were in synch with one another in some form, almost as if they were one organism. I quickly find myself bored with the conversation that is going on at the moment. I decide to walk around in the darkness of the wooded picknic area nearby. This is approx T+ 2:30. One sober (stoned) friend has arrived who is not partaking in the experience. This is also why I choose to go explore, sober people make me very bored if they talk when I’m trying to engage myself in such a substance.

T+ 2:45 – I have been walking in the grassy area behind the parking lot, trees seem to have a different meaning to me. I feel very at home here. I feel as though I am reverting to a primal state of some sort, senses are on fire. I hear with amazing clarity. The sound of the earth, the whistling through the trees, crickets chirping, is very embracing. Visual effects are present but not very consistent yet, aside from light and color amplification. I notice outlines better. I feel very stimulated. I notice that 2C-E works differently than other psychedelics I’ve tried. When you tell yourself that it’s not effecting you as much as you think it is, when you actually say something is some way… it would surprise you, and basically kick you in the nuts with an onslaught of visual imagery, tracing patterns, thought alteration… all beyond any explanation at this point.

I decide to sit down, and just relax and tune myself with the frequency of my surroundings, then with the frequency of the transient universe. This doesn’t work, my friend’s are calling for me.. I decide to whistle instead of responding verbally. I notice I can whistle in a very birdlike fashion, and enjoy the act thoroughly. I continue to whistle as I walk back towards where we had parked the vehicles. I jumped up on a picnic table, then jumped back down because I noticed it was rotted and wouldn’t hold very much weight for long.

T+ 3:25 – I am back near the cars. I notice on the way back I only see my sober friend, R, all my trip company are not seen. I walk up to his car and make a weird face by pressing my lips and nose and forehead on his window… he doesn’t notice. So I make a sound, he looks up, and his eyes get huge almost like I freaked him out.. He is packing a bowl.. haha  He packs me up a one hitter of his stuff, which is some good stuff.. at least at that moment it was heaven to me. This is the first time I smoked since the ride before we came up. I am now really feeling the effects of the drug. Smoking seems to have kicked it in quite a bit. I go sit in his passenger seat to listen to some tunes. He has one of those competition stereo systems and it sounds fucking great at this moment. Bass feels very good. The rhythm makes me excited. The music is the doors, I forget what song though. I sit there and hit another oney, I think. And then my friend Z shows up, followed by K. B is nowhere to be found. It is about 10:30 at this time we figure he went to work, it’s just a short walk away.
K was supposed to hook up on some ganja, but it fell through. So I called my guy, and he had some. I was very excited. My friend R suggests that he should drive us into town to meet the guy, so that we don’t have to drive in our state. I was hoping he would suggest this.

I get out of the car to go get my money from K, who I gave $20 earlier to so that he could pick up the green. He was on the phone talking to a girl we know. Haven’t heard from her in over a year. I feel a bit nervous for K because I don’t think he should be talking the way he is in this state of mind… he doesn’t realise how goofy he sounds to her  He’s talking about how awesome everything is and whatnot, sounds like he’s really on something. This is a very beautiful girl he’s talking to, and I know he’d like some ass from her, I know I would. That’s why I’m afraid for him at this time.

I get the money and then walk back from the dock and start making my way to the car. I decide I feel like flying.. like being a plane. So I spread my arms and start running as fast as I can. It feels fucking awesome. The more active you are on this, the better it seems to feel, the more effects you get. I feel like I’m 3 years old again. I get in the car, and just grin, and continue to breath hard. Noticing my excited respiration, my friend R looks kind of worried, but I assure him that I am fine. I have thoughts of being an animal, being alive. Just experiencing the world inside this body, this organism that I am.
On the way out of the picnic area, we notice my friend B walking, making his way to work. We stop to let him know where we’re off to, and that we’ll be back. He seems very entertained by having walked just that distance that he already had. He talks about his visuals, has a smile on his face, looks like a little kid on Christmas. Eyes are radiant with delight. B is a good friend of mine. I can really say that I love him, because we’re very similar in our thought process. We’ve tripped several times with one another, on AMT, and smoke all the time. I feel a connection towards him. We’re good partners in crime I guess. Both a little on the crazy/insane side of the spectrum. We’ll do about anything just to experience it. Our attitude when we’re together is more of a “why not?” attitude.

Our drive is not something I remember. I remember talking about the effects of the drug a lot. But I really don’t exactly remember what I talked about. I remember listening to DJ Icey the whole way. Z says that he feels like he’s taken a lot of extacy, but it feels better than that, we both agree. Z agrees that this chemical definitely has a lot more depth than he expected, and that the visual element is especially intense. We arrive in town, an anxiety is forming in myself. I don’t like being in town while on any psychedelic, even weed alone. We meet the guy at an appartment complex at the edge of town, exchange a couple words, and the merchandise. I am happy. We proceed back to our place of tripping, I remember packing around 5 bowls on the 15 mile trip back. We were, to say the least, very stoned. Z and I, being completely floored, just sat back and watched the patterning flow in synch with the music. Different sounds and tones/frequencies of sound would spark different frequencies and arrangements of light benieth my eyelids, and also while my eyes were open. For some reason I did not look at the road at all the entire way.. I was too busy watching my mind 

T+ 4:00 HR – Back at the little picnic/fishing area on the lake. We notice a bonfire down on the beach. Normally this might make me noid. But I didn’t care. It was awesome looking at it from our vantage. I could detect all colors in the spectrum off of any lightsource at this moment. I was very floored. I decide to call K, since his truck is gone. I figure he went to join B down at the marina. I find I am correct. They are out on the boat at the time. He sounds like they’re pretty engaged at the moment, so I let them go. Z and R and myself walk down on the dock. It is weird being around someone who is not tripping. I feel restrained, even though I know I shouldn’t. R is experienced to some degree with this sort of experience, but was not able to partake on this particular night, because he had to have a drug and alcohol evaluation the following morning due to legal issues from awhile back. I was ok though, just not as ok as I could’ve been. I eventually think about calling K back and letting him know we were headed that way, but then I decide he’s tripping and I shouldn’t call him cause he’s probably in a good moment. Within 10 seconds, he calls me. He told us just to wait there, and that they’d pick us up on the dock. I noticed that weird shit like this happens on 2C-E. Coincidences seem to be very prevalent.

T+ 4:30 HR – This is around when the experience starts to fade from my memory, so the timeline will not be detailed from now on until maybe T+ 7 HR. We wait, for what seems like an eternity. I hear the boat approaching, but I cannot see it yet, since there is no light around where we are, and the moon isn’t out yet, only the stars. K calls R and tells him to flick his lighter or turn on one of his raver photon lights so they can find us. B is driving the boat.
It turns out I had called my friend, F, on the way into town, and he was gonna come out and bring us a gallon jug of water and some more OJ, and a coke for myself. He had already made it out there, I guess I had forgotten about him. He was wearing a patch over his eye because he had a woodchip scratch his cornea at work. I called him One-Eyed Willy. The synchronicity was startling. We had 4 goofy-ass people tripping balls and two sober people, a bit stoned, one with a patch over his eye, we called him captain. Z was afraid of climbing down into the boat from the peer. In reality, it was only about a 3 ft deviation from the boat to where we were at on the peer, but our depth perception was definitely altered, so it looked like around 7 feet, then it would look like 10 ft, then 2 ft. haha.
So here we were finally, everybody in the boat. Four people tripping and two people pretty sober. I noticed B and K were talking quite loudly when they would talk. Which is a no-no on the buoy field this late at night for a worker of the night shift. This made me somewhat paranoid.. but then I thought I was just being overly cautious over the whole thing and kept my mouth shut about it. K was sitting at the front tip of the boat, his legs dangling down to the surface of the water. He looks at me and tells me to try it out. I accept the offer.
Wow, I’ve never been on a boat ride quite like that. We smoked a J and about two bowls. Everything moved with it’s own will. Everything reminded me somewhat of a Disney animation, somewhat like Fatasia. Color was very crisp, very cartoon-like. I noticed the colors pink and purple were very prevalent in any open-eyed or closed-eyed hallucinations. They seemed to be the energy behind the trip. Green was very pleasant to look at as well.

Eventually, R decides he needs to go back to his car. We at first drive back towards the dock at the shore but then decide we want to drop him off back down lake at the peer. Then we decide we want to go back to the dock. We were very indecisive. I think we just wanted to ride around in the boat. I however, wanted to get out, I was in no position to be confined. I was running full throttle in a boat running idle speed. I was at my work place, I was in a boat designed for 7 passengers, and we had 6 fully-grown males in it. Smoking weed, on wet seats. So we drive back in to dry land. K decides he’ll drive R over to his car. It was not a very long distance, I would’ve advised against it but no traffic is ever seen this late out there. F decides to go along with them to keep K company in case he needs someone else to drive. It is now around 1:30 A.M. I’d say…. A little over 6 hours into the experience.

Z and B and myself are all tripping, and haven’t really talked much since the trip started. I notice I feel quite restrained even from them. I tell them I think having sober people around might’ve been a bad idea for our experience.. They agreed. B said that he thinks this 2C-E is better than acid, much more enjoyable, and a lot less hard on you. We all felt restrained the entire time the others (sober people) were present. We decide to walk up to the little shuttle-shack and listen to some music. There are two mid-size couches in there, and a swivel chair. We shut the door and turn off the lights and listen to some Floyd- Dark Side of the Moon. I do not remember this, I just remember we did this. I was lying on the couch in my own world when K and F returned. B was acting restless because he kept thinking they were already back. He kept going out and checking shit out. He was, after all, on the clock.

~ T+ 6:30 HR – So now our number was five. F decided to stay a little longer. F and I have had a great many experiences with one another. Two years ago we would take LSD together about every other weekend, always good trips, always very meaningful towards one another. He has grown a fear towards psychedelics ever since we both tripped on psilocybes for the first time. That was a very rough experience for the both of us. I felt a strange feeling because of him. He doesn’t quite fit well with the psychedelic experience anymore. He does, but I think I introduced him to it at too young of an age to really appreciate what it really can be. He was 16, I was 18.

As I was contemplating my relationship with F, whom I’ve known for my whole life and grown up with, been like a brother.. The song switched to that “The lunatic, is on the grass, the lunatic, is in my head” song on the dark side album. I remember being in the swivel chair, gently rocking back and forth with the music, watching patterning evoke from the rhythms I heard. The visual data I witnessed seemed very influenced by the music and my own emotions toward my thoughts. At certain points I felt as if I couldn’t deviate light from sound. I was being dissolved. I loved this moment in time. After the song ended, I tried to get everyone to go on an adventure with me. Nobody wanted to. They felt bad for not wanting to, which made me feel bad for making them feel bad. There seemed to be a block in communication in this particular experience. I remember being able to communicate very well to others who are tripping in the past, but this experience was a bit chaotic, we were all on our own wavelengths it seemed.

I eventually got up and just left to go walk around. F decided he wanted to leave. He had to be up in the morning. I walked with him part of the way and we stopped and talked. He wanted me to ride with him home so that he wouldn’t go off of the road.. He was stoned and said he couldn’t see well with his eye-patch.. I wanted to help him out. But I decided against. I told him I was staying the night out at the lake. I didn’t want to go home when I was this floored still.

We started talking about something, I don’t know how it started, but he said that he’s felt insane recently, that he’s felt demented. I noticed these thoughts and feelings in fact troubled him, so I listened to him and really understood him, because I have felt the same way. We are both very similar in thought process; we’ve always shared experience and thought with one another. I explained to him that I went through it, and am still going through the same things. I started talking about thing’s I’ve realized. I told him not to worry too much, that this is a time in our lives when things are bound to get crazy. He’s around 18-19 years old, I’m 21. I explained that this is a time of fusion of ideas. I explained that in the most scientifically provable reality, that we are apes. That we are merely animals who have somehow created an idea of reality that works for the time, and nothing we know as real is really real. I explained how culture is the only thing that is making him feel crazy. That we are animals, who have somehow gotten to the point of self-awareness, who have somehow learned to reflect on themselves and their existence with the greater whole, this is where we get the cultural animal that we are. I explained that in the most basic “reality”, what we have been brought up in is basically a fantasy, which we have accepted because it is the safest route to live in this world. I explained to him that it is impossible for us to really be right or wrong, or even responsible, because after all, we’re limited creatures. I can’t remember my exact wording, but I know it was much better at the time than it is now. I basically compared our experience here as nothing more than a dance with ideas, a rhythm of pulse and feeling, and that all we have is this experience, so that we should make the most of what we have, and not worry too much. Basically, whatever I said seemed to appease him. I noticed he seemed at ease. I felt at ease after this.

~T+ 7:00 HR – Z and B have wandered off somewhere. K walks on his own way for a couple minutes, then sees me go and grab the water jug and take off walking another direction, because I thought he might want to be alone. But I hear him call my name and he comes walking my way. Says he doesn’t feel like being alone at that moment. I can tell he is still pretty floored, as I am. I can tell the effects are letting up, however. I would have preferred to be alone, but I gladly accepted his company on my walk. I asked him if he wanted to walk down to the gas dock.. He says he’s walkin wherever I’m walkin. We walk down on to the dock… I notice the tree on the way down there is very intricate. I notice each individual leaf without even focusing, the world is still bowing in and out, and pulsing … This is the most colorful psychedelic I’ve ever taken, bar none. The visual aspect of it is most prominent, and has made a lasting impression on my observation of nature. I have a much greater respect for all of life in general.

K and I sit and talk about our experience with one another. He keeps saying he’s down off of it, but then he’s kicked in the nuts again and thrusted back into it all. This has been happening throughout the entire experience. He says he comin down, I agree, then we’re both thrusted right back into it. I decide I want to smoke some herbal refreshments to perhaps bring back the trip a little, K agrees.
I find that packing a bowl is a very exciting procedure. Before this, I hadn’t even tried packing any weed aside from the car ride into town at around T+ 3 HRs.. I noticed that focusing brought a lot of elements back. Focusing on any kind of coordinated activity brought on a lot of effects. K agreed, having rolled a J earlier in the night. He noticed the same thing. It was difficult to some degree doing such simple activities.

After smoking, I started to have auditory hallucinations of sirens. I dismissed them several times as just hallucinations, since we were right by a meno-bate tank that had a pump circulating water. I knew it was just in my mind, but I also knew something else was different. I felt as if we were being watched. I felt a presence very close. I get this often when I smoke and trip so I dismissed it as just something of the mind. But eventually the sounds that I heard and the feelings and visuals led me into an almost paranoid break, so I had to get up and start walking. I think K felt them too, he was just waiting for me to do something. So we got up and walked back around the gas dock, only to see my friend B coming around the other side. Fucking wild really. We stood in a circle and just laughed/smiled. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in days. We greeted and then they started to talk about something. I walked away. I went and sat up on the steps leading up to the office from the gas dock. I sat and just relaxed. Taking in every stimulus I could. Then they walk into my vision and walk up the steps towards me. B informs me that I’m sitting in the exact spot he was sitting when K and I were both down no the dock. I found this amusing, yet another instance of synchronicity. B informed me that Z had left. I worried a little that he was having a bad trip and drove home still floored. Z had been acting differently than when I had tripped with him before on LSD. But that was expected. However, I noticed he didn’t like being alone much this night. His expression at times was that of panic. I’ve talked to him since though and he was fine. Just tripping balls.

~T+ 8:00 HR , or around 3:30 A.M. – K decides he wants to leave and go home. I advise against it. But he’s convinced he’s pretty down. (2C-E has a way of tricking you, remember). I decide I want to stay out at the lake. In this instance B and I were both carless. Both have cars in the shop. So his mom would be picking us up at 7:00 A.M.

We said our good-byes and now it was just B and myself. We both agreed that we were still going hard. B wanted to go listen to some more music, and I joined him. However, I didn’t really want to be confined anymore. I wanted to walk. So I walked. Then came back. I eventually got him off his ass, because I told him the sun would start showing it’s light soon enough. I don’t remember what went on for the next couple hours in that great of detail. We talked about our experience. B was very happy with this and I exclaimed, “definitely ain’t no fuckin AMT”. B totally agreed and was completely in love with the effects produced, and said he never wanted to smell that shit again, referring to AMT. I stripped down partially, just took off my sweatshirt then also my undershirt, just felt the need to be naked.. But I knew I shouldn’t just strip down right in front of him. It wouldn’t have even mattered though. He felt the same way.

~T+ 9:00 HR - At one time we were sitting in the shuttle house, and B told me I turned into an ape. A chimp of some sort. This made me say that we aren’t any different really from apes. I told him of my insuffulation trial with this chemical, when I saw my dad’s face in a giant kaleidoscope hallucination with my eye’s closed, when I couldn’t decipher human’s from apes. Yeah at one point in that trial, I couldn’t. My dad was a chimp. Very eye-opening really. To know it is one thing, to really see it is another.
We continued to compare ourselves with animals. And talk about our relationship with the rest of the living world that we inhabit.
I wanted to pack a bowl, B didn’t object. I packed it and we walked back into a little fishing cove area. The sky was still speckled with stars at this point but we could tell the sun’s light was making it’s ascent to our proximity. B trailed behind me and to my right. I was walking at a decent speed into the little enclosure of trees around the cove. At this point I had a hallucination of what I thought was body parts or something.. which to say the least freaked me out. As I got closer I couldn’t tell where the waterline was. The lake had flooded, and along with the flooding a lot of debris had collected along the shoreline. Logs, full trees, trash, whatnot. I remember feeling primal at this time, being off in the woods, scanning my environment for B. It was almost as if we were hunting one another. He was hiding. I spotted him though. I took a hit off of the bowl, and walked to his location, about 20 ft from me.
We decided we wanted to sit and relax to smoke this. So we went up to the shack to get our foldout lawn chairs and a couple mountain dews. We also brought the boat over and docked it to the little dock in that cove. We noticed a car was coming, so we decided to just take a sunrise cruise.
It was now around 5:00 AM or so, I don’t even know. We started driving to where we saw light. The color of the sky in that direction was an amazing pink/orange/red/purple/blue.. Can’t even explain. The clouds the were lit by the sun before it gave it’s rise where so beautiful. The experience of watching the sunlight creep from out of the darkness was an experience of great peacefulness. I felt like I had been there before. I felt like a child living in their dream world. That’s what it felt like. A dream. The clouds were ever changing and rippling back and fourth. I could use my finger to cause ripples in the fabric of reality, just as I would to the surface of the water. Words cannot explain this experience. I felt very connected to my partner in this experience, B. I felt very connected to the world. I felt like I was witnessing an event of cosmic scale.

The remainder of the experience consisted of mainly an afterglow. B and I, after being picked up by his mother at 7 A.M., used her car to just drive around. We both felt the need to stay awake a little longer. We were hungry as hell, but nothing really sounded good. We made ourselves eat Wendys. Food went down and staid down without a problem.

Aftereffects were noticed throughout the next day, smoking pot being a catalyst to the effects. I arrived back home at 10:00 A.M. feeling over all pretty good having stayed out all-night and tripping. Only physical complaints are jaw tension/pain. But I always have this. Psychedelics just make me more aware of that. Physical activity while tripping such as walking alleviates focus from such pain for me.

I got up at 12:30 and took a shower then went to work at 3 P.M., to find a note from our boss about complaints of noise coming from the shuttle area. Also a comment asking why the boat was so trashed. For some reason, I wasn’t bothered by this, and explained to them that the boat sunk before B came on shift, which was true.

Reflection : Overall, 2C-E has been very useful to me. It has proven itself worthy as being a tool with great potential. I have no idea what the extent of this chemical is, if any. It is extremely worthwhile and long lived, with little negatives to speak of. I am probably quoting someone else here, but it’s all true. This chemical should not be taken lightly; as it can produce some pretty intense experiences, and if you’re not careful and get cocky with it, can really freak you hard.

2C-E is very colorful, and I can safely say that It’s the most beautiful psychedelic I’ve ever experienced. Pink and purple were the dominant colors. My friends all observed this as well. It’s better than you think, though. I’m not one to really like those colors, but they add a certain quality to the experience I guess.
I didn’t get much mind expansion to speak of on this trip; it was more of a peaceful trip for me. That could be because I tried this chemical not long before this trip. Might have had a tolerance.
It is gentle and long-lived, but at the same time it can fool you if you don’t watch it.

This trip was very meaningful to me, and since this experience my mood has been heightened. I seem happier to other people as well. I know I did have mind expansion. The reason I say I didn’t is that I just don’t exactly know how to put a finger on the kind of mind expansion. It’s emotionally opening, lets put it that way. It’s not the kind of expansion you get from tryptamine psychedelics. But it’s equally as important.

I cannot really say anymore about this experience. I am sorry that I probably didn’t cover everything that I should’ve, but most things that were experienced were emotional in nature and ultimately personal/unexplainable at this time. This is the only phenethylamine other than MDMA that I have tried. I suspect that 2C-E is very close to mescaline in it’s effects.
 
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last night was a crazy night.

i have found the 2c-e can be an even better tool when used only in threshhold dosages.

more on this later.. i'm tired and still drunk
 
nothinginside said:
i have found the 2c-e can be an even better tool when used only in threshhold dosages.


Yeah I think you are right. It's so strong, less is prolly more. I discovered this with 2C-I. I'm going for 12 mg of 2C-E next time. I've taken it at 16 mg and 18 mg. And I must say 16 and 18 were quite different. Every 2 mg makes a big difference. One must use a scale with this one.
 
i agree with that... a scale should be used if one wants that control.

i would like that control, so no more experimentation before i have access to scales.

also, wouldn't weight be a factor in dosage? i mean like if you're a smaller person, 14 might be like what you experienced at 16?

or if you were bigger, you might need 18 or 20 to have the same effects as another at 16.
 
nothinginside said:
also, wouldn't weight be a factor in dosage? i mean like if you're a smaller person, 14 might be like what you experienced at 16?


No, not in my experiences. I've given psychedelics to a few people that were lighter than me, some very much so, and I usually end up tripping harder then they do. I am so sensitive to most psychedelics. I really think weight plays no factor in how a psychedelic affects someone.
 
The T+ 8:00 HR and T+ 9:00 HR entries were off... 9 should be 8... and 8 happened within the 7th hr or more around that time.

sorry about my grammar in this report. i just now re-read it....

seems typing all that in an hr and a half didn't help. anyways... just wanted to clear that up... time really didn't have meaning for alot of the time... probably 1130 pm til 4am maybe..
 
Dont apologize, your report was excellent. I really enjoyed reading it. I am planning on trying 2C-E in the next few weeks and I am really looking forward to it. Your report just makes it seem even more wonderful than I had already thought.

Great job
 
Wow! I finally got around to reading this!
Awesome report!
The grammer is fine, I understood everything. :)

I changed your title to include your experience level with this drug.. I judged by the "test flight" comment that this trip was your 2nd on 2C-E.. But If I'm wrong just correct me! :)
 
wording might've been a little off..

the experience did have a very calm feel to it.. unless weed was smoked..

at lower dosages, the exerience is more of a directable, outward energy.

i've heard phenethylamines don't produce the same effects as tryptamines.. i agree with this.. phenethylamines don't make the world fall apart on you, at least as much as tryptamines.... i almost think phenethylamines let you accept the world better than tryptamines.. tryptamines can be very scary. I was never really scared while on 2c-e. the thoughts provoked were not very penetrating. They just were. It was all very easy to accept...

basically i feel like tryptamines are what you take to connect to the subatomic energy that is flowing through everything... they make you dissolve into it. phenethylamines allow you to just breath with the world. i don't know

god.. you really can't explain the difference.. but there is one.. 2c-e was not really the "psychedelic" i knew before, that was produced by lsd and mushrooms. it was much warmer, much brighter for me... almost theraputic...

tryptamines are like a deconstruction agent
phenethylamines are a reason to rebuild..

i found creative energy was especially enhanced as well.
tryptamines usually just leave me in a bewildered state where i am just experiencing, not perceiving anything of my own. just completely blank.. completely at will of the environment and the mood.

phenethylamines allow me more control of my experience..

but they feel more limited, but not so in a way.. can't really explain 2c-e
 
nothinginside said:

tryptamines are like a deconstruction agent
phenethylamines are a reason to rebuild..



This is an interesting insight. I have been a purely tryptamine user and have recently aquired 2c-e, but am waiting for the right time for use. What's interesting is, over decades of using tryptamines (20+ years) I feel very, very deconstructed. I know what you mean. And so I seek the reason to rebuild.

Not too interested in recreational use.

Apparently, in 2c-e, I have made the right choice.

I'll submit a report as soon as I try this.
 
^^^^^^^^^^^

You will be pleasantly surprised. 2C-E is a hell of a choice to be introduced to the warm, clear, emotional world of phenethylamine psychedelics.

Go easy on dosage. I wouldn't go any higher than 16 mg. Also remember that unlike the mushrooms and LSD you are familiar with, 2C-E will take a good three hours to really begin to get intense so don't take more after an hour if you don't feel much. You will eventually. Good luck.
 
yeah, the come up confused me somewhat..

i had remembered seeing a chart that said come up is 30 minutes.. i mean not like come up to the peak but in 30 minutes you can definately feel the effects.

i told my friends it will take about 2 hrs.. i was off by an hr..

what's weird is that i research these chems like crazy.. something like that shouldn't have slipped my mind..

i always aimed for three hours til peak though.. i always had it in my head that it would take three..

i dunno
 
excellent report, nothinginside... very descriptive and vivid... I almost felt like I was there at some points during the report.
 
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