Psychedelics_r_best
Bluelighter
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Well I took what some might consider a unecessarily large dose of 2C-I for my first 2C-I experience, 34mg, but before I am scolded for corrupting the intent of bluelights honorable harm reduction policy with my irresonsible dosage and disregard for possible side effects, lets take the situation into perspective. I was in my house at night, there was help around if something went wrong. There were no train tracks or roads careening through my trip location and I fully judged no direct physical or mental damage would come from the drug. I was told by people who had taken the same dose the intensity is about comparable to an eigth of decent mushrooms, well within the limit of safe in regards to the perception of reality and doing things that might be stupid. I have had experience with about six other psychedelics so I know what to expect.
I took four Vitamin E/ Selenium pills, which caused my stomach to feel rather heavy, spaced about 15 minutes apart before I ingested the 2C-I, so as to avoid any detrimental free radical action. About 15 minutes after the last pill I took the 2C-I. This was shortly before ten at night. This was by far the worst tasting, bitter, and unplalatable thing I have ever tasted. It tasted almost exactly like cocaine except without the numbing of the mouth.
I proceded to draw a picture and play some guitar before the effects started to kick in at about 10:30. One of my favorite CD's was already placed in the radio so I could relax, close my eyes, and delve into the depths of my consciousness with a little aural aid.
The first effects noticed was a slight energy, light headedness, and the distortion of shadows in the corners of my eyes. As my room was rather dark, the continual growth and resizing of objects could be noticed. I just sat and enjoyed the onset until a rather unfriendly nausea crept upon me. So I then layed in bed, watching the world slowly morph. The nausea and stomach discomfort was not aided at all by the four vitamin E pills, which seemed to swim around in my stomach, weighing it down.
The onset slowly changed into the full blown experience. When I layed my arm over my eyes I would melt off into patterns and geomoetric shapes of different colors that would coalesce to make pictures and objects. I felt as if my body no longer existed and the entirity of my experience now lay in these geometries.
At one point this geometric closed eye reality led my to some anxiety as I felt I was the commander of an army, a la Medieval Total War if anyone has ever played that game. Except my army was to small and I wasnt powerful enough. This army took on the aspects and components of myself, leading my to become quite distressed that I was powerful and meaningful enough. I jolted my eyes open at this discomfort to find my ceiling a chasm of geometric shapes spiraling down towards a pink and green ball of movement. This faded as I became accustomed to having my eyes open. Shadows were dancing and morphing continuosuly, and everything was melting, tracers were quite prevalent.
However despite this pleasing little buffet of visuals I was quite clear headed. I got up, my nausea mostly gone. My vision was actually quite crisp, and my mind rather sharp. There was not much of the endless philosophical loops being thought out like on mushrooms. Everything was quite clear. I could probably have done a math problem if I wanted. I took a small walk through my house, then came back to my room.
The rest of my trip consisted of eating dates, drinking some water which I ahd retrived on my walk through the house, and enjoying the closed and open eyes visuals while laying down. My doors would bounce and melt within their frames, patterns would flow and change on every flat unobstructed surface, objects would trace around and follow my vision, a cloudy layer of color and pattern lay over my entire vision adjoining aned crawling over whatever surface I focused on, my face warping and constantly changed in the mirror at the identification of eahc shadow.
As I lay on my bed with my eyes closed listening to the music, enjoying the synergization of senes, I got up several times to write down some descriptions and some deducements I had come too. The descriptions simply state ~ all the different geometric possibilities morph through objects, their edges defined by limitless other edges that fold and spiral into the depths of dimension~. As well as ~Eyes caress every instance of dimension across a surface, they constantly fluctuate with their various discoveries.~
The deducements made quite a bit more sense while I was tripping, and created endless thought loops and contradictions, paradoxal- but their meaning are a little more cryptic now.
~The linear end of something symbolically not so~ (in reference to a song). That very idea seemed to form some paradox and impossibility that is sort of lost to me now.
~We are the only space through which we fit~ Makes a little more sense than the last. In reference to the fact that we can not escape out own mental boundries, and if we try, we are simply furthering the definition of the boundries. Simply we can not transcend ourselves.
~Consciousness is the only thing infinitely vast and infinitely limited simultaneously~ This one still makes a good deal of sense. However much we expand our consciousness and widen our perceptions, even to the points of accepting everything univeraslly, we are still infinitely limited because of that which we do not realize, and havent thought of. There is always new places to go in the mental realm and they can not all be achieved at once.
After I had written these things down I had proceeded to lay back down and enjoy the visuals. I remember looking at the clock saying 1:32, the digital numbers following my vision around for a good deal of time because of their brightness, and then suddenly waking up at 2:44 with the effects greatly diminished.
I had drifted into sleep with a rather vivid dream that I can now not remember. But I was tired so I found there not much point in staying up and went to sleep soon afterwards. Before I went to sleep I looked outside at the darkness and enjoyed the schintillations of the floral hands and fingers of the scenery.
I took four Vitamin E/ Selenium pills, which caused my stomach to feel rather heavy, spaced about 15 minutes apart before I ingested the 2C-I, so as to avoid any detrimental free radical action. About 15 minutes after the last pill I took the 2C-I. This was shortly before ten at night. This was by far the worst tasting, bitter, and unplalatable thing I have ever tasted. It tasted almost exactly like cocaine except without the numbing of the mouth.
I proceded to draw a picture and play some guitar before the effects started to kick in at about 10:30. One of my favorite CD's was already placed in the radio so I could relax, close my eyes, and delve into the depths of my consciousness with a little aural aid.
The first effects noticed was a slight energy, light headedness, and the distortion of shadows in the corners of my eyes. As my room was rather dark, the continual growth and resizing of objects could be noticed. I just sat and enjoyed the onset until a rather unfriendly nausea crept upon me. So I then layed in bed, watching the world slowly morph. The nausea and stomach discomfort was not aided at all by the four vitamin E pills, which seemed to swim around in my stomach, weighing it down.
The onset slowly changed into the full blown experience. When I layed my arm over my eyes I would melt off into patterns and geomoetric shapes of different colors that would coalesce to make pictures and objects. I felt as if my body no longer existed and the entirity of my experience now lay in these geometries.
At one point this geometric closed eye reality led my to some anxiety as I felt I was the commander of an army, a la Medieval Total War if anyone has ever played that game. Except my army was to small and I wasnt powerful enough. This army took on the aspects and components of myself, leading my to become quite distressed that I was powerful and meaningful enough. I jolted my eyes open at this discomfort to find my ceiling a chasm of geometric shapes spiraling down towards a pink and green ball of movement. This faded as I became accustomed to having my eyes open. Shadows were dancing and morphing continuosuly, and everything was melting, tracers were quite prevalent.
However despite this pleasing little buffet of visuals I was quite clear headed. I got up, my nausea mostly gone. My vision was actually quite crisp, and my mind rather sharp. There was not much of the endless philosophical loops being thought out like on mushrooms. Everything was quite clear. I could probably have done a math problem if I wanted. I took a small walk through my house, then came back to my room.
The rest of my trip consisted of eating dates, drinking some water which I ahd retrived on my walk through the house, and enjoying the closed and open eyes visuals while laying down. My doors would bounce and melt within their frames, patterns would flow and change on every flat unobstructed surface, objects would trace around and follow my vision, a cloudy layer of color and pattern lay over my entire vision adjoining aned crawling over whatever surface I focused on, my face warping and constantly changed in the mirror at the identification of eahc shadow.
As I lay on my bed with my eyes closed listening to the music, enjoying the synergization of senes, I got up several times to write down some descriptions and some deducements I had come too. The descriptions simply state ~ all the different geometric possibilities morph through objects, their edges defined by limitless other edges that fold and spiral into the depths of dimension~. As well as ~Eyes caress every instance of dimension across a surface, they constantly fluctuate with their various discoveries.~
The deducements made quite a bit more sense while I was tripping, and created endless thought loops and contradictions, paradoxal- but their meaning are a little more cryptic now.
~The linear end of something symbolically not so~ (in reference to a song). That very idea seemed to form some paradox and impossibility that is sort of lost to me now.
~We are the only space through which we fit~ Makes a little more sense than the last. In reference to the fact that we can not escape out own mental boundries, and if we try, we are simply furthering the definition of the boundries. Simply we can not transcend ourselves.
~Consciousness is the only thing infinitely vast and infinitely limited simultaneously~ This one still makes a good deal of sense. However much we expand our consciousness and widen our perceptions, even to the points of accepting everything univeraslly, we are still infinitely limited because of that which we do not realize, and havent thought of. There is always new places to go in the mental realm and they can not all be achieved at once.
After I had written these things down I had proceeded to lay back down and enjoy the visuals. I remember looking at the clock saying 1:32, the digital numbers following my vision around for a good deal of time because of their brightness, and then suddenly waking up at 2:44 with the effects greatly diminished.
I had drifted into sleep with a rather vivid dream that I can now not remember. But I was tired so I found there not much point in staying up and went to sleep soon afterwards. Before I went to sleep I looked outside at the darkness and enjoyed the schintillations of the floral hands and fingers of the scenery.
