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Bluelighter
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I've tried 2c-i about ten times now. Over in the Big & Dandy 2c-i thread I recently made a comment about it being purely recreational for me. Well, for whatever reason, this last trip threw me for a loop.
I dosed 26mg at around noon and went out for a walk, ending up in a big park. The comeup was more intense than my previous 2c-i trips and gave me a hint of what was to come. I was a little nauseous and uncomfortable but as long as I was moving I was distracted enough that it wasn't too annoying. At about an hour in, things were already getting funky with trees imposing their presence magnificently and their top branches dancing in unison to tickle sky. People-watching was fun (as it always is for me on psychedelics) as everyone becomes an caricatured version of themselves. Montreal is great for this as people already like to stand out with distinct statement-making styles. I had to prevent myself from bursting out with laughter at the sight of some of the blob people and stick people that I encountered.
At about the 2 hour mark I tried to sit on a bench and enjoy the view but, while walking was fine, I felt nauseated as soon as I sat down. The ground in front of me was churning and moving as if it was molten lava and I felt what I imagine was motion sickness. This was actually the first time I had worried that I might throw up on a psychedelic drug. I got up quickly and kept walking, deciding to head back home. The walk was beautiful and wacky. Brick building walls seemed to bubble in and out in impossible places. Cars were all dinky and silly looking (I always get this on psychedelics) with every ding and dent extremely exaggerated. The cars also had human characteristics to them, making the idea of a "sexy" car quite laughable; these were silly things. Overall at this point I was actually astonished at how similar some of the visuals were to 2c-e since my previous 2c-i trips didn't share as much in common.
When I got home I went to the bathroom to sit on the toilet. I get this on other phenethylamines too, but 2c-i seems a lot worse and I ended up spending a damn long time on the toilet; I could have got up, but I was most comfortable there. Nevertheless, this was the peak of my trip and this is where the magic began. A few interesting things took place:
I noticed "something" about my head space that reminded me of DMT. This is weird since DMT (an insane tryptamine) and 2c-i (an "easy" phenethylamine) seem about as far away from each other as you can get on the psychedelic spectrum. Nevertheless, I was certain that I kept "tickling" something in my mind that felt extremely DMT-like to me in some way that I couldn't quite grasp. I closed my eyes to try to explore and narrow down what it was I was feeling. I had intensely colorful and detailed CEVs: It looked like an all-encompassing psychedelic screen saver (the only other times I've had CEVs like that were with DMT). The patterns were fine and detailed. As I tried to study them and figure out what I was looking at I had to laugh: It looked like the logo of some old rock band with a script text similar to this but with more sharp swirls and such. I couldn't actually make out the text. The visuals were at once both beautiful but also extremely cheesy (which I find is true about a lot of the 2c-i visuals). I don't think it's a coincidence that I find the 2c-i visuals to be so light/funny/silly and that the 2c-i head space can often be described similarly.
As I was exploring the CEVs I was still trying to hone in on that DMT feeling. I have been experimenting with mindfulness lately (only just beginning after reading the book Confession of a Buddhist Atheist) and somehow I sensed that I could focus on this DMT feeling through mindfulness at that moment. What happened then was astonishing to me. As thoughts came to me, I let them go immediately, striving only to observe. Each time a thought was let go of, and before the next thought would come, there was an instant that was exactly the DMT feeling that I was trying to pinpoint. Immediately at that point I felt that I knew what it was: When I smoke DMT, I usually hear this sort of extreme/harsh digital stutter that I have found quite disconcerting on all my DMT trips so far. I have heard others describe this as "the sound of the reality being ripped away," or similar. I now feel that it is the "sound" of your ego (or something related) being ripped away and it was exactly this that I was experiencing (though only lasting for an instant at each encounter). The feeling that I was seeking seemed to be the "edge" of the pattern in time created by the conscious ego; hence the experience of ripping apart as you leave this world, pass through this edge, and enter DMT space. On 2c-i, the two or three instants when I was successfully able to grasp at that space resulted in an orgasmic euphoria that I had not previously experienced on any drug. However, the feeling wasn't just euphoric, it was also submerged in absolute humility. I was startled to say the least.
After that, I began to think about my anxiety issues. I used to be a pretty anxious person but have overcome a lot of it over the past years by self-imposed exposure. Even though I've worked through quite a lot of it, it's still a real issue in my life. Lately I have been trying to grasp the idea of experiencing suffering the world. I come from parents who couldn't ever admit that anything in life was a real problem and this seriously screwed me up. I've lived my life avoiding pain and suffering at all costs (almost entirely unconsciously). Even though I had been dealing with anxiety through exposure (knowing that I had to feel the anxiety to get over it) I still didn't totally understand the clincher: One must not simply expose themselves to anxiety-provoking situations but must also expose themselves internally to the core anxious feeling and cease blocking or avoiding it. Exposing yourself to an anxiety provoking situation isn't enough: you also have to allow yourself to feel that anxiety as fully as possible. Not only that, but you have to move towards the suffering at every opportunity for the anxiety is actually caused in a large part by avoiding the suffering to being with. I knew a lot of this intellectually but putting it into practice hadn't been entirely clear to me until this trip. All of a sudden, far from being scared of anxiety, I was excited to encounter an anxiety-provoking situation in order to fully experience it.
The trip was only a few days ago, so I would be very naive if I suggested that I was "cured" of my anxiety. I know that this cannot be the case and that I have a long road ahead. Nevertheless, I've encountered several situations since this trip where my response to pain/discomfort/anxiety/suffering were nothing like anything I can remember encountering thus far in my life. Where I might previously have become scared or sad or angry, or where I might have unconsciously ignored a real pain, I have instead been able to move towards the pain without fear and fully experience it. Amazingly (and just as I've read but not been able to put into practice) this true exposure is far from being painful compared to what happens when the pain is avoided or blocked in some unconscious way. Indeed it feels as though I now have a magic trick to improve myself: Mindfulness (to become aware of the pain before it has a chance of being blocked in some way) and true willful exposure (to be affected by the pain properly and thereby grow).
There were other revelations during the trip as well. I realized how much of my thoughts are taken up by thinking about past events and rehearsing future events; all for the sake of impression management. I like to think of myself as a transparent and honest person, but I now see that I have been fooling myself in many ways. I am excited deal with these things (and many others I'm sure) through mindfulness as well. I'm not sure why this 2c-i trip had such a useful headspace and why it was so clearheaded as well: My previous 2c-i trips (even at lower doses) had all seemed somewhat scatterbrained and impaired in some way. This one felt far more like a good 2c-e trip, albeit with a somewhat different feel.
I have a long way to go, but I'm happy that I have some sense of the path. Thanks for the help 2c-i.
I dosed 26mg at around noon and went out for a walk, ending up in a big park. The comeup was more intense than my previous 2c-i trips and gave me a hint of what was to come. I was a little nauseous and uncomfortable but as long as I was moving I was distracted enough that it wasn't too annoying. At about an hour in, things were already getting funky with trees imposing their presence magnificently and their top branches dancing in unison to tickle sky. People-watching was fun (as it always is for me on psychedelics) as everyone becomes an caricatured version of themselves. Montreal is great for this as people already like to stand out with distinct statement-making styles. I had to prevent myself from bursting out with laughter at the sight of some of the blob people and stick people that I encountered.
At about the 2 hour mark I tried to sit on a bench and enjoy the view but, while walking was fine, I felt nauseated as soon as I sat down. The ground in front of me was churning and moving as if it was molten lava and I felt what I imagine was motion sickness. This was actually the first time I had worried that I might throw up on a psychedelic drug. I got up quickly and kept walking, deciding to head back home. The walk was beautiful and wacky. Brick building walls seemed to bubble in and out in impossible places. Cars were all dinky and silly looking (I always get this on psychedelics) with every ding and dent extremely exaggerated. The cars also had human characteristics to them, making the idea of a "sexy" car quite laughable; these were silly things. Overall at this point I was actually astonished at how similar some of the visuals were to 2c-e since my previous 2c-i trips didn't share as much in common.
When I got home I went to the bathroom to sit on the toilet. I get this on other phenethylamines too, but 2c-i seems a lot worse and I ended up spending a damn long time on the toilet; I could have got up, but I was most comfortable there. Nevertheless, this was the peak of my trip and this is where the magic began. A few interesting things took place:
I noticed "something" about my head space that reminded me of DMT. This is weird since DMT (an insane tryptamine) and 2c-i (an "easy" phenethylamine) seem about as far away from each other as you can get on the psychedelic spectrum. Nevertheless, I was certain that I kept "tickling" something in my mind that felt extremely DMT-like to me in some way that I couldn't quite grasp. I closed my eyes to try to explore and narrow down what it was I was feeling. I had intensely colorful and detailed CEVs: It looked like an all-encompassing psychedelic screen saver (the only other times I've had CEVs like that were with DMT). The patterns were fine and detailed. As I tried to study them and figure out what I was looking at I had to laugh: It looked like the logo of some old rock band with a script text similar to this but with more sharp swirls and such. I couldn't actually make out the text. The visuals were at once both beautiful but also extremely cheesy (which I find is true about a lot of the 2c-i visuals). I don't think it's a coincidence that I find the 2c-i visuals to be so light/funny/silly and that the 2c-i head space can often be described similarly.
As I was exploring the CEVs I was still trying to hone in on that DMT feeling. I have been experimenting with mindfulness lately (only just beginning after reading the book Confession of a Buddhist Atheist) and somehow I sensed that I could focus on this DMT feeling through mindfulness at that moment. What happened then was astonishing to me. As thoughts came to me, I let them go immediately, striving only to observe. Each time a thought was let go of, and before the next thought would come, there was an instant that was exactly the DMT feeling that I was trying to pinpoint. Immediately at that point I felt that I knew what it was: When I smoke DMT, I usually hear this sort of extreme/harsh digital stutter that I have found quite disconcerting on all my DMT trips so far. I have heard others describe this as "the sound of the reality being ripped away," or similar. I now feel that it is the "sound" of your ego (or something related) being ripped away and it was exactly this that I was experiencing (though only lasting for an instant at each encounter). The feeling that I was seeking seemed to be the "edge" of the pattern in time created by the conscious ego; hence the experience of ripping apart as you leave this world, pass through this edge, and enter DMT space. On 2c-i, the two or three instants when I was successfully able to grasp at that space resulted in an orgasmic euphoria that I had not previously experienced on any drug. However, the feeling wasn't just euphoric, it was also submerged in absolute humility. I was startled to say the least.
After that, I began to think about my anxiety issues. I used to be a pretty anxious person but have overcome a lot of it over the past years by self-imposed exposure. Even though I've worked through quite a lot of it, it's still a real issue in my life. Lately I have been trying to grasp the idea of experiencing suffering the world. I come from parents who couldn't ever admit that anything in life was a real problem and this seriously screwed me up. I've lived my life avoiding pain and suffering at all costs (almost entirely unconsciously). Even though I had been dealing with anxiety through exposure (knowing that I had to feel the anxiety to get over it) I still didn't totally understand the clincher: One must not simply expose themselves to anxiety-provoking situations but must also expose themselves internally to the core anxious feeling and cease blocking or avoiding it. Exposing yourself to an anxiety provoking situation isn't enough: you also have to allow yourself to feel that anxiety as fully as possible. Not only that, but you have to move towards the suffering at every opportunity for the anxiety is actually caused in a large part by avoiding the suffering to being with. I knew a lot of this intellectually but putting it into practice hadn't been entirely clear to me until this trip. All of a sudden, far from being scared of anxiety, I was excited to encounter an anxiety-provoking situation in order to fully experience it.
The trip was only a few days ago, so I would be very naive if I suggested that I was "cured" of my anxiety. I know that this cannot be the case and that I have a long road ahead. Nevertheless, I've encountered several situations since this trip where my response to pain/discomfort/anxiety/suffering were nothing like anything I can remember encountering thus far in my life. Where I might previously have become scared or sad or angry, or where I might have unconsciously ignored a real pain, I have instead been able to move towards the pain without fear and fully experience it. Amazingly (and just as I've read but not been able to put into practice) this true exposure is far from being painful compared to what happens when the pain is avoided or blocked in some unconscious way. Indeed it feels as though I now have a magic trick to improve myself: Mindfulness (to become aware of the pain before it has a chance of being blocked in some way) and true willful exposure (to be affected by the pain properly and thereby grow).
There were other revelations during the trip as well. I realized how much of my thoughts are taken up by thinking about past events and rehearsing future events; all for the sake of impression management. I like to think of myself as a transparent and honest person, but I now see that I have been fooling myself in many ways. I am excited deal with these things (and many others I'm sure) through mindfulness as well. I'm not sure why this 2c-i trip had such a useful headspace and why it was so clearheaded as well: My previous 2c-i trips (even at lower doses) had all seemed somewhat scatterbrained and impaired in some way. This one felt far more like a good 2c-e trip, albeit with a somewhat different feel.
I have a long way to go, but I'm happy that I have some sense of the path. Thanks for the help 2c-i.