Sir Ron Pib
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This report is actually from 2004 when 2C-P started 'slipping out';
I was a little nervous preceding the experiment due to the amount of confusing information around it (even from Phikal) and the extremely poor quality of reports from the small amount of initial testers on the web. The 2CP (10mg?) was swallowed at 7.40 am but although something was felt quite quickly it was very vague until two or more hours, when I was feeling mainly clobbered and lethargic and was hoping this wouldn’t be like a-MT, a colourful but rough, nasty and empty ride that lasts forever. I listened to The Undertow live and started to enjoy it more – fairly typical psychedelic patterning forming in the carpet at my feet. My girlfriend arrived home from her dog walk and pointed out crud all over the floor from yesterday when I had sorted out a drawer of useless old video tapes so I set about tidying up despite now being fairly under the influence and actually the job was easily and merrily achieved
I spoke to a friend online – amazingly typing proved quite easy, although soon I had to sign out saying this stuff was ’rocket fuel’ and ‘out in space material’
I lay myself down since things were becoming chaotic, multi-layered, things moving and highly colourful. My ego structure started breaking up and intersecting plains seemed to shift, making it hard to keep track of everything
With eyes closed my main memory was staring down into a sort of technological insect hive/city; a mass of illumination.
After some time I was able to regain composure, having reached a plateau. I noted that there had been no nausea at all and also although I made little attempt at eating the idea of food was not unappealing. There was no bodyload and the dose was near perfect.
Around one o’clock our pagan friend B arrived and I came downstairs. The effects were now somewhat milder and I became animated and very social. Having the stimulus of someone in the house highlighted the effects – which, like all the phenethylamines I have tried, have a distinct flavour, hard to quantify.
We went for a walk through the forest and onto the plains beyond – it was blazing hot despite the promise of a storm. I chatted on and on, happily energised, on how magick and nanotechnology and the like were really pretty much the same thing despite many pagan types mistrusting science and, more humorously, how there weren’t enough performance enhancing drugs in sport since people try and enhance their performance every other way and to my thinking they would be brave mavericks testing the limits of chemistry and physiology. Expanding on a friends idea of a sort of Nietzsche-esque all-drugs-allowed Super-Olympics I suggested there could be a compensatory ‘organic’ Olympics, where hippies wheeze round a muddy field, for those not interested in furthering science or challenging moral codswallop in this way.
We arrived home and B left (3?) – I noted, when I sat and reviewed my status the wall and other edges sliding away, but it had been quite a walk and long chat so I decided to try and rest and retired to bed, whereupon I was taken by a strange state; I fell into a deep rest and became aware of shadowy silhouettes of maybe three or four basically humanoid forms, their heads large either with ‘dreadlocks’ or some strange head-dress (I was unsure if it was physiological or technological in nature or perhaps a mixture). The figures shifted and milled around and I became aware of high frequency sounds. Each one seemed located within my head, was of a different pitch and consisted of a sine wave that would rise in volume over a second or more. At each peak, although the noise seemed jarring and all encompassing I was not unhappy to be in this situation. In fact I took this to be a form of communication from what I took to be benign entities and was simply fascinated by it. I was able to come out of this state, check my external environment and then re-enter it and this went on for a while.
Soon after the promised bad weather arrived as a huge thunderstorm (water actually ran through cracks in our back door) and I worked at the PC for a bit and listened to some music. For the rest of the evening the drug very, very slowly petered out, somewhat speedy and very drawn out but nothing unpleasant and my mood remained very good. Later I had a bottle of beer and some codeine, had dinner and an otherwise uneventful night of TV until bedtime. The next day I was tired, but I suspect mainly due to patchy sleep.
Overall 2C-P looks pretty promising with a full palette of effects; my main caveats would be the duration (18hr), it’s barely assessed safety and, related to this, its fine dosing.
I was a little nervous preceding the experiment due to the amount of confusing information around it (even from Phikal) and the extremely poor quality of reports from the small amount of initial testers on the web. The 2CP (10mg?) was swallowed at 7.40 am but although something was felt quite quickly it was very vague until two or more hours, when I was feeling mainly clobbered and lethargic and was hoping this wouldn’t be like a-MT, a colourful but rough, nasty and empty ride that lasts forever. I listened to The Undertow live and started to enjoy it more – fairly typical psychedelic patterning forming in the carpet at my feet. My girlfriend arrived home from her dog walk and pointed out crud all over the floor from yesterday when I had sorted out a drawer of useless old video tapes so I set about tidying up despite now being fairly under the influence and actually the job was easily and merrily achieved
I spoke to a friend online – amazingly typing proved quite easy, although soon I had to sign out saying this stuff was ’rocket fuel’ and ‘out in space material’
I lay myself down since things were becoming chaotic, multi-layered, things moving and highly colourful. My ego structure started breaking up and intersecting plains seemed to shift, making it hard to keep track of everything
With eyes closed my main memory was staring down into a sort of technological insect hive/city; a mass of illumination.
After some time I was able to regain composure, having reached a plateau. I noted that there had been no nausea at all and also although I made little attempt at eating the idea of food was not unappealing. There was no bodyload and the dose was near perfect.
Around one o’clock our pagan friend B arrived and I came downstairs. The effects were now somewhat milder and I became animated and very social. Having the stimulus of someone in the house highlighted the effects – which, like all the phenethylamines I have tried, have a distinct flavour, hard to quantify.
We went for a walk through the forest and onto the plains beyond – it was blazing hot despite the promise of a storm. I chatted on and on, happily energised, on how magick and nanotechnology and the like were really pretty much the same thing despite many pagan types mistrusting science and, more humorously, how there weren’t enough performance enhancing drugs in sport since people try and enhance their performance every other way and to my thinking they would be brave mavericks testing the limits of chemistry and physiology. Expanding on a friends idea of a sort of Nietzsche-esque all-drugs-allowed Super-Olympics I suggested there could be a compensatory ‘organic’ Olympics, where hippies wheeze round a muddy field, for those not interested in furthering science or challenging moral codswallop in this way.
We arrived home and B left (3?) – I noted, when I sat and reviewed my status the wall and other edges sliding away, but it had been quite a walk and long chat so I decided to try and rest and retired to bed, whereupon I was taken by a strange state; I fell into a deep rest and became aware of shadowy silhouettes of maybe three or four basically humanoid forms, their heads large either with ‘dreadlocks’ or some strange head-dress (I was unsure if it was physiological or technological in nature or perhaps a mixture). The figures shifted and milled around and I became aware of high frequency sounds. Each one seemed located within my head, was of a different pitch and consisted of a sine wave that would rise in volume over a second or more. At each peak, although the noise seemed jarring and all encompassing I was not unhappy to be in this situation. In fact I took this to be a form of communication from what I took to be benign entities and was simply fascinated by it. I was able to come out of this state, check my external environment and then re-enter it and this went on for a while.
Soon after the promised bad weather arrived as a huge thunderstorm (water actually ran through cracks in our back door) and I worked at the PC for a bit and listened to some music. For the rest of the evening the drug very, very slowly petered out, somewhat speedy and very drawn out but nothing unpleasant and my mood remained very good. Later I had a bottle of beer and some codeine, had dinner and an otherwise uneventful night of TV until bedtime. The next day I was tired, but I suspect mainly due to patchy sleep.
Overall 2C-P looks pretty promising with a full palette of effects; my main caveats would be the duration (18hr), it’s barely assessed safety and, related to this, its fine dosing.
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