Shipurata
Greenlighter
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- May 7, 2026
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I took some 2C-I yesterday. I was aiming at 16mg, but my scale decided to be fucky and said a different number every time I re-weighed the powder. So I must have taken 16±3mg. The powder was taken at 9:20 with my girlfriend, who I will refer to as S, as a sober sitter.
We started out with watching a documentary about the deep ocean (natural world facts is such a good channel). Mid way through the documentary I noticed a perceptual shift: everything looked pretty much the same, but not at all like it does normally. And as time progressed, all the creatures shown in the documentary would have very prominent spiral shapes all over. Colours got intensified a lot too. Sand on the ocean floor looked like stars in the sky, and the videos of the black smokers, and the supercritical water shimmering above them, just looked incredible.
Once the documentary was over, I decided to listen to some music. I listened to The adventurer by French 79, and the lyrics really spoke to me. I sometimes feel a sense of pride and specialness, because of the experiences, skills and knowledge I'd had. But on the other hand, who am I to say i'm not like the others. Everything I've done, learned, experienced etc, somebody else has too. And that's quite nice as well.
I had a longer playlist prepared for the comeup, but after a couple of songs, I realised that these CEVs kinda suck & i'm not that immersed in the music.
On the other hand, OEVs were quite beautiful, with spiral/aztec patterns coming out of the ceiling.
I asked S if we can go to the open air museum we had planned to go to. I was still coming up, however and by the time we got ready to go out, the intensity had easily tripled, and was still going up. And by the time we went downstairs, I felt this intense anxiety about being seen by people.
So, I suggested we go to a park instead. Biking outside on the way there, I felt quite overwhelmed. My mind was racing 1000km/h, flipping through innumerable big topics and focusing on a single thought felt impossible. Colours changed very fast and all the sounds around us were quite intense. I heard a machine brrr sound, and cars, and wind and birds all at the same time. I couldnt filter the noise at all, and it felt overwhelming. Worth noting that the brr sound was heard by my sober girlfriend as well, and later was found to come from a construction site nearby.
As we biked, a car sped by us, revving it's engine quite loudly. I had my usual doomer thought about how it's 2026, the climate is worsening faster and faster, and meanwhile, people keep burning gasoline. But then my mind went to how on the other hand, we've figured out a way to turn heat into motion. And that motion into all of industry. We've learned to refine metals, and make materials with truely extraordinary qualities. We've built a truely amazing civilisation with all this technology.
And while on one hand I felt sad that we're destroying the environment for profit & cheap commodities, on the other, I felt like things come and go, and I can't do much about the industrial revolution and its consequences. And maybe the history of all of existence was richer because we made this possible. And after civillisation, life will recover. And another chapter will begin.
At some point, we arrived in the park. The walk was quite nice, the trees were beautiful & certain colours really stood out. I saw some patterning, but mostly colour shifting & drifting/shape distortions. I told S that I find it strange that I've done 2C-C and 2C-B and 2C-I and 2C-D and 2C-E. And that they only exist because some dude in the 60's tried mescaline, and yet i haven't tried mescaline itself. I said I wonder how all these mescaline derivatives compare to the real thing. And then I thought, why must mescaline be the "reference compound"? There's a lot of phenethylamines, and they're all quite unique in their own right, and mescaline is just one of the bunch at this point.
A couple of times, I closed my eyes to see that by that time, the CEVs had developed much more, to rotating waveforms, spirals and shapes. But I couldn't stop to admire them for too long, as we were still walking in the park.
At this point we were both really thirsty, and the nearest supermarket was further than our house, so we biked back home.
We got home at around 11. S insisted I eat something, as I hadn't eaten anything so far, and we both made each other a sandwich.
The sandwich was objectively a good sandwich and sober me would have enjoyed it so much, but god damn, the stuff did not look or taste edible. The ruccola and cheese looked like cheap plastic versions of themselves, the fried tempeh with kecap manis looked like shiny glass cube marbles, and the bread looked and felt like it was a brown kitchen sponge, with seeds incorporated into it. Chewing it felt wrong and swallowing the food took active effort not to gag, (not always successful), but after struggling for a bit, the lunch was consumed, and I felt nourished.
We decided to finally go to the open air museum, and opening maps, we realised that it was closed today. So, we decided to bike to a different park.
I told S how my mind is just shuffling thoughts waay too fast and how that's confusing and likened it to a washing machine. She made a joke about how it's in extra wash & centrifuge mode and we laughed.
By the time we got to the second park, (like 10 mins), i felt mentally down. I felt almost sober. Colours were a bit intense, my skin felt a bit different, but most of the visuals were gone and my mind was not tripping at all. I felt like during the first 3 hours, the trip was only going up in intensity and my mind was racing, and then it just dropped off a cliff to pretty mild effects and sober thinking.
We walked around more, and S told me about her servers and how she's reconfiguring them, of which i understood very little. Meanwhile, I felt the intensity go up again, as my thoughts got a bit trippier, and visuals ramped up a little bit. This did not last too long, however.
We then talked about if it would be possible to quantify these intensity changes with some sort of wave function, and we talked in jest about doing a fourier transform of the psychedelic experience, whatever that would mean. We also heard the creaking sound of trees bending in the wind, and I thought about how my desire to keep my mind constantly occupied with music or podcasts has made me miss out on all the wonderful sounds of nature. I made a mental note to go out in nature again, and listen to the ambience, and practice mindfulness more often.
We then went home, and I felt 90% sober mentally, (tactile effects were still quite prominent, visuals amost gone) so we both ate an edible. For me this was at around t+4:30 since taking the 2C-I.
The two of us then showered together, and at that point I felt the erotic and tactile enchancing effects of 2C-I. We kissed and touched all over, and after the shower, we made love and it was possibly the best sex I've had, ever?
The touch, my feelings of love and the mental eroticism were amplified so much and it was amazing. I usually feel a bit insecure about my body during sex, but I realised sex is not about looks, it's about showing love in touch and intimacy. The weed also made the trip come back, and I had some amazing visuals, which flowed out of our bodies.
After that, S was high on weed, we were both physically tired, so she took a nap. I couldn't, so i spent some time listening to music. The psychedelic effects were fading by that point, and it mostly felt like listening to music while high on weed, though I did see some interesting visuals of red & orange empty spaces with hyperbolic geometry, similar to CEVs I've had on 2C-E, but much less intricate or higher dimensional.
A few hours later, we had some dinner. My appetite had not recovered from the 2C-I, and while the weed helped in making it more palatable, I had to down a few bites with considerable effort.
We then watched some youtube, and at some point the weed high passed into tired sobreity and we went to sleep. I slept for 10 hours that night, and woke up with a mild headache, that was mostly remedied with 600mg Ibuprofen.
I have heard 2C-I being described as having a harsher body load, but for me it was minimal, if any. The worst side effect I experienced was the total appetite loss.
Overall, I feel like I'd have a hard time differentiating this from 2C-B. With a lot of psychedelics one goes through an inner spiritual journey of sorts, which was quite absent from 2C-I, which is akin to the other halogenated 2C drugs I've experienced. As a result this trip felt a bit empty, but the tactile enchancement is quite pleasant and the erotic push is stellar.
We started out with watching a documentary about the deep ocean (natural world facts is such a good channel). Mid way through the documentary I noticed a perceptual shift: everything looked pretty much the same, but not at all like it does normally. And as time progressed, all the creatures shown in the documentary would have very prominent spiral shapes all over. Colours got intensified a lot too. Sand on the ocean floor looked like stars in the sky, and the videos of the black smokers, and the supercritical water shimmering above them, just looked incredible.
Once the documentary was over, I decided to listen to some music. I listened to The adventurer by French 79, and the lyrics really spoke to me. I sometimes feel a sense of pride and specialness, because of the experiences, skills and knowledge I'd had. But on the other hand, who am I to say i'm not like the others. Everything I've done, learned, experienced etc, somebody else has too. And that's quite nice as well.
I had a longer playlist prepared for the comeup, but after a couple of songs, I realised that these CEVs kinda suck & i'm not that immersed in the music.
On the other hand, OEVs were quite beautiful, with spiral/aztec patterns coming out of the ceiling.
I asked S if we can go to the open air museum we had planned to go to. I was still coming up, however and by the time we got ready to go out, the intensity had easily tripled, and was still going up. And by the time we went downstairs, I felt this intense anxiety about being seen by people.
So, I suggested we go to a park instead. Biking outside on the way there, I felt quite overwhelmed. My mind was racing 1000km/h, flipping through innumerable big topics and focusing on a single thought felt impossible. Colours changed very fast and all the sounds around us were quite intense. I heard a machine brrr sound, and cars, and wind and birds all at the same time. I couldnt filter the noise at all, and it felt overwhelming. Worth noting that the brr sound was heard by my sober girlfriend as well, and later was found to come from a construction site nearby.
As we biked, a car sped by us, revving it's engine quite loudly. I had my usual doomer thought about how it's 2026, the climate is worsening faster and faster, and meanwhile, people keep burning gasoline. But then my mind went to how on the other hand, we've figured out a way to turn heat into motion. And that motion into all of industry. We've learned to refine metals, and make materials with truely extraordinary qualities. We've built a truely amazing civilisation with all this technology.
And while on one hand I felt sad that we're destroying the environment for profit & cheap commodities, on the other, I felt like things come and go, and I can't do much about the industrial revolution and its consequences. And maybe the history of all of existence was richer because we made this possible. And after civillisation, life will recover. And another chapter will begin.
At some point, we arrived in the park. The walk was quite nice, the trees were beautiful & certain colours really stood out. I saw some patterning, but mostly colour shifting & drifting/shape distortions. I told S that I find it strange that I've done 2C-C and 2C-B and 2C-I and 2C-D and 2C-E. And that they only exist because some dude in the 60's tried mescaline, and yet i haven't tried mescaline itself. I said I wonder how all these mescaline derivatives compare to the real thing. And then I thought, why must mescaline be the "reference compound"? There's a lot of phenethylamines, and they're all quite unique in their own right, and mescaline is just one of the bunch at this point.
A couple of times, I closed my eyes to see that by that time, the CEVs had developed much more, to rotating waveforms, spirals and shapes. But I couldn't stop to admire them for too long, as we were still walking in the park.
At this point we were both really thirsty, and the nearest supermarket was further than our house, so we biked back home.
We got home at around 11. S insisted I eat something, as I hadn't eaten anything so far, and we both made each other a sandwich.
The sandwich was objectively a good sandwich and sober me would have enjoyed it so much, but god damn, the stuff did not look or taste edible. The ruccola and cheese looked like cheap plastic versions of themselves, the fried tempeh with kecap manis looked like shiny glass cube marbles, and the bread looked and felt like it was a brown kitchen sponge, with seeds incorporated into it. Chewing it felt wrong and swallowing the food took active effort not to gag, (not always successful), but after struggling for a bit, the lunch was consumed, and I felt nourished.
We decided to finally go to the open air museum, and opening maps, we realised that it was closed today. So, we decided to bike to a different park.
I told S how my mind is just shuffling thoughts waay too fast and how that's confusing and likened it to a washing machine. She made a joke about how it's in extra wash & centrifuge mode and we laughed.
By the time we got to the second park, (like 10 mins), i felt mentally down. I felt almost sober. Colours were a bit intense, my skin felt a bit different, but most of the visuals were gone and my mind was not tripping at all. I felt like during the first 3 hours, the trip was only going up in intensity and my mind was racing, and then it just dropped off a cliff to pretty mild effects and sober thinking.
We walked around more, and S told me about her servers and how she's reconfiguring them, of which i understood very little. Meanwhile, I felt the intensity go up again, as my thoughts got a bit trippier, and visuals ramped up a little bit. This did not last too long, however.
We then talked about if it would be possible to quantify these intensity changes with some sort of wave function, and we talked in jest about doing a fourier transform of the psychedelic experience, whatever that would mean. We also heard the creaking sound of trees bending in the wind, and I thought about how my desire to keep my mind constantly occupied with music or podcasts has made me miss out on all the wonderful sounds of nature. I made a mental note to go out in nature again, and listen to the ambience, and practice mindfulness more often.
We then went home, and I felt 90% sober mentally, (tactile effects were still quite prominent, visuals amost gone) so we both ate an edible. For me this was at around t+4:30 since taking the 2C-I.
The two of us then showered together, and at that point I felt the erotic and tactile enchancing effects of 2C-I. We kissed and touched all over, and after the shower, we made love and it was possibly the best sex I've had, ever?
The touch, my feelings of love and the mental eroticism were amplified so much and it was amazing. I usually feel a bit insecure about my body during sex, but I realised sex is not about looks, it's about showing love in touch and intimacy. The weed also made the trip come back, and I had some amazing visuals, which flowed out of our bodies.
After that, S was high on weed, we were both physically tired, so she took a nap. I couldn't, so i spent some time listening to music. The psychedelic effects were fading by that point, and it mostly felt like listening to music while high on weed, though I did see some interesting visuals of red & orange empty spaces with hyperbolic geometry, similar to CEVs I've had on 2C-E, but much less intricate or higher dimensional.
A few hours later, we had some dinner. My appetite had not recovered from the 2C-I, and while the weed helped in making it more palatable, I had to down a few bites with considerable effort.
We then watched some youtube, and at some point the weed high passed into tired sobreity and we went to sleep. I slept for 10 hours that night, and woke up with a mild headache, that was mostly remedied with 600mg Ibuprofen.
I have heard 2C-I being described as having a harsher body load, but for me it was minimal, if any. The worst side effect I experienced was the total appetite loss.
Overall, I feel like I'd have a hard time differentiating this from 2C-B. With a lot of psychedelics one goes through an inner spiritual journey of sorts, which was quite absent from 2C-I, which is akin to the other halogenated 2C drugs I've experienced. As a result this trip felt a bit empty, but the tactile enchancement is quite pleasant and the erotic push is stellar.
