Ximot
Bluelighter
This is a report of my so far one and only experience with this compound. It was a sunny day last July owhen I ingested the material, toward the evening of what had been a lazy, quiet day for me spent mostly inside up to that point apart from a visit to the gym earlier.
Other strongly psychoactive drugs consumed during the week before this had been mushrooms, mdma, methylone, san pedro, and 2c-tfm, but several days had gone by since then, so tolerance should have been fairly limited. Oh, fairly healthy early 30s male, 62kg body weight, not on any subscription medication but using a fairly heavy regimen of food supplements around this time. Experienced psychedelics user.
19 :40 approx. 4mg of 2C-P sublingually ingested. Tastes a little bitter but quite concentrated, contained taste, does not permeate the mouth but numbs the tip of the tongue + under a bit, not actually unpleasant… first alerts were felt within minutes! Soon left the flat to go for a forest walk with my non-tripping s/o, followed by a walk around town… all in all we were out for about 2 hours. As I walked, I got hints of anxiety (arms, adrenaline), likely due to expectation… this was easily alleviated by focusing on my breathing. I could detect, however, even during the long-drawn come-up, how this compound has a very “raw” resp. “neutral” nature, providing a trip that might go in any direction and does not equip you with some ready-made euphoria to safeguard you from the dark side. The come-up is very gradual, creeping in subtly, and despite the very early first alerts it takes up to three hours for effects to fully develop. This is not unlike 2c-tfm for me, and very different from how 2c-t2 was for me, coming in waves as it did…
T+2 … 21:53 returned from the walk and DEFINITELY feeling altered, taking these notes of thoughts occurring during the walk and now. Little interesting details, sharp contours to objects, but no real “visuals” – different perception of space and time, crossing the street on the zebra crossing seemed to take longer than usual, much longer. Meaning lurks in the background, my surroundings are heavy with meaning. Churchbells and old buildings have the ring of history, as if old energy is still really there, emanating from them. My consciousness is born from other, older consciousnesses, drawing from them… now, as I write, the paper is morphing just a little. But that’s it in the “visuals” department – no further OEV noticed during the trip, except for the newness of things… CEV also minimal and not really more interesting than when stoned.
I look at myself in the mirror. Definitely altered!!! But my partner says I look the same as ever. She looks altered too, to me, but she’s baseline (has not ingested). I can detect a slight removal from my emotional self: I can assess my usual emotional responses to certain triggers and choose not to let it dominate me. Case in point: the scantily clad girls we saw on our walk. Being a typical male in this respect, my normal reaction is one of sexual excitement and the corresponding thoughts and physical sensations. Right now, I feel the strong pull that the experience provides and at the same time find it easy not to be overwhelmed by my response, simply observing the trigger as well as my usual response as it wants to form itself. It is as if I had more choice about how to respond – if I wanted to I could indulge in my usual response and get carried away with it (albeit consciously). The sexual message the short-skirted women were sending out was quite clear to me, yet at the same time I felt distant to it and reflected on the psychology of a person who makes a special effort to arouse sexual feelings about themselves in others. Very insightful.
During the walk we also passed a few restaurants, and I looked through the windows and studied the menus. I wonder whether this compound makes me hungry (note: this is all still during the come-up phase…) – and I have a look at my attachments and desires. I notice how on this compound the thought of food seems REALLY pleasant. There is a mental appetite and mouth-watering, but as I observe what goes on in my stomach I realize that I am actually not hungry.
T+2.10 … 22:00 … effects are developing fast now… I feel a metallic taste in my mouth, not sure if I like that. 22:07 it seems to be getting stronger every minute… around this time the food thought came back tome and I went for some peanuts… will it cause problems I wonder. There had been hints of body load, and I find myself wondering if some food now will make it worse or ease it… I also open a beer, what with it being a nice warm summer night… and slowly drink a few sips… tastes different but nice.
T+3.05 … 22:45 . more food , yay! Brown bread and smoked salmon, nice combo, visually appealing, trippy colours! I think about the fish for a while and give thanks. Old habits die hard, I find, on this psychedelic, and I feel the urge to smoke a cigarette. I scold myself for smoking (an on-going issue for me since I started smoking the occasional cigarette again after not smoking for quite some time) but then go for a herbal cigarette instead. And wonder why we do that at all… something to hold on to, to eliminate fear, something to help us be in the body, to be grounded… This 2C-P is definitely STRONG STUFF, it is quite intense, a state not unlike the general post-peak tripped-out mindstate of fairly strong acid or DOI or 5-MeO-AMT. But with 2C-P at the 4mg level it seems I went straight from an eventful insightful come-up to this more ‘wired’ phase – my ego remained intact throughout the experience. I wonder if this is idiosyncratic to 2C-P or if my ingesting food round peak-time had anything to do with it.
T+3.18 … 22:58… peristalsis (not surprising, really, after food). The experience is very, very physical. I feel that I could have sex for hours if I wanted to (but my s/o is soon getting ready for bed and tired). Oh well, ok. There is restlessness and bliss alternating. There is the urge to roll on the floor, writhing, but it is controllable. I do not feel too tense but I can feel a hint of being strung out and can see what a higher dose could lead to. It feels as if the initial taste / feeling on the tongue I described earlier had suddenly crept up again, but on a whole-body level. Some jaw tension also seems to be developing, and I’d read about that before, so it seems this is not uncommon and is probably partly due to the high amount of stimulation this phenethylamine causes.
It seems that whatever the ego/mind focuses on is where the trip goes. I feel there is heaps of potential. The compound is fairly “task-friendly” – by that I mean that it would allow me to get into anything I’d put my mind to and is not too messy in the “what was it I was gonna do” sort of way.
Been surfing on BL awhile, looking at photos and somehow landing on the news that someone out there who also posted on BL has committed suicide and reading the posts of everyone who knew her. And I find myself thinking how hard it is for us to admit our helplessness, to connect. How painful it is to know (or feel) you haven’t done or said ALL you could, but would have, if you had known. How little we can sometimes admit to our feelings, let alone access those of another. Must put more love into everything I do, because it matters. It matters even when I forget that it matters. It’s the source of all life. Been very saddened by that suicide, looking at her photo with a knowledge that basically nobody had when she was alive, of her dark secret How little we sometimes know.
T+4.15 … 23.55. Did some emailing. It was easy to do, a stronger tendency to be warm and friendly, a strong urge to connect. I remembered a moment or two of being irritable earlier in the day and regretting my irritability… so much to learn and practice. Shared a few more sips of beer with my partner, watched “Pimp my Rude” on TV. Wow, expressing your happiness for show is a weird thing, really. Of course, it’s nice, it stems from a desire to see others happy (and having a stake in that happiness) – but it feels somehow forced, too put on… “There’s a super sports car, you’ve made me the happiest person alive.” Something doesn’t quite ring true and the fakeness and phoniness of entertainment media I find quite saddening at this moment.
Hm, I’m not one to write many trip reports, but here’s me being wordy, writing away. I am aware I am going off-topic a bit and that some of this is almost journal-type writing, but perhaps it’s because my 2C-P experience is analytical much more than it is mystical.
T+4.20 … midnight, and it feels that the drug is more or less peaking. Strong stuff, actually. To think I decided to keep it low by taking only 4mg. I can see how this is mind-blowing at higher levels. Definitely would NOT want to be out in public any higher than this level – far too vulnerable. Wouldn’t go much higher than this if I took it at a festival, perhaps 6mg, 8 would be too much for me. 2C-P is probably active at the 1mg level or even below, as yaesutom has suggested of 2C-TFM in a previous report. At that low level it might well be suited for academic research or essay writing on the topic of your choice. Too much of it, and there’s a tad too much restlessness to remain settled and task-focused (in my case anyway). … oh, but even at 4mg,once I got into writing these notes, the urge to write and keep writing is quite strong.
I spend sometime thinking about the nature of addiction… been liberally pressing all sorts of pleasure buttons - albeit quite consciously – in the last few weeks: nicotine, GHB, methylone, alcohol, opiates, sugar, chocolate, orgasms. Thinking about depatterning… about what it is that causes the want for that special comforter… oh, to watch a desire arise, grow, do its thing and pass away, and not to act on it… is to be truly free.
T+4.33 . . . 20 minutes of non.-stop writing already. I may well be in for several more hours on this ride, I think I will do some relaxing. I take a bath. This drug is very mental in the true sense of the word – there’s heaps of thoughts. I try to use this to ease my physical discomfort/tension: “I generate the energy inside me. I heal myself.” Need to work on getting the mind a bit settled and see what the Quiet brings. My s/o says my face is very red. Haven’t had more than half a beer, though, while she had two and a half.
T+ 5.30 01:10 .. . Decided to have a shave after the bath, first one in ten days, which was reasonably eventful in this state but happened without any major disturbances. Go read more on BL, feeling to restless to get into meditation, too “thinky”. Read BL for an hour or so.
T+6:40 . . . 02:20… general “tripped-outness”, very dilated pupils now, I try to do some centering, it becomes more and more necessary. Partner is sound asleep,and I am facing being completely alone. Had noticed a mild tinnitus while in the bath, but that went away again after the bath. Despite me not grinding my teeth, I can notice some overall ear pressure and jaw tension. Decide to dose some L-Tryptophan and magnesium to see if it helps.
Despite the total absence of fear, my mind is not calm and starts feeling irritated with the physical tension present with this compound. There seems to be something physically unsettling about the compound, not sure if it’s a blood pressure / vasoconstriction issue as I do not have a b.p. measuring device. There’s some pressure in the head, and yawning helps a little…
Around this time I started smoking grass and took some GHB to ease myself out of this state, and I do not remember exactly how long it took to relax enough for sleep… probably a couple more hours.
Next day, felt more tired than usual, but otherwise sharp and clear. Some physical issues for a couple of days (digestive tract, sluggish liver). Body load areason not to do this often.
Would take this compound again in order to do some self-analysis, I feel it is worthwhile for that because of the clarity it provides. The fun factor with 2C-P was minimal in my case, although I am grateful for the experience, I feel it has allowed me some valuable insight into Who I Am.
Other strongly psychoactive drugs consumed during the week before this had been mushrooms, mdma, methylone, san pedro, and 2c-tfm, but several days had gone by since then, so tolerance should have been fairly limited. Oh, fairly healthy early 30s male, 62kg body weight, not on any subscription medication but using a fairly heavy regimen of food supplements around this time. Experienced psychedelics user.
19 :40 approx. 4mg of 2C-P sublingually ingested. Tastes a little bitter but quite concentrated, contained taste, does not permeate the mouth but numbs the tip of the tongue + under a bit, not actually unpleasant… first alerts were felt within minutes! Soon left the flat to go for a forest walk with my non-tripping s/o, followed by a walk around town… all in all we were out for about 2 hours. As I walked, I got hints of anxiety (arms, adrenaline), likely due to expectation… this was easily alleviated by focusing on my breathing. I could detect, however, even during the long-drawn come-up, how this compound has a very “raw” resp. “neutral” nature, providing a trip that might go in any direction and does not equip you with some ready-made euphoria to safeguard you from the dark side. The come-up is very gradual, creeping in subtly, and despite the very early first alerts it takes up to three hours for effects to fully develop. This is not unlike 2c-tfm for me, and very different from how 2c-t2 was for me, coming in waves as it did…
T+2 … 21:53 returned from the walk and DEFINITELY feeling altered, taking these notes of thoughts occurring during the walk and now. Little interesting details, sharp contours to objects, but no real “visuals” – different perception of space and time, crossing the street on the zebra crossing seemed to take longer than usual, much longer. Meaning lurks in the background, my surroundings are heavy with meaning. Churchbells and old buildings have the ring of history, as if old energy is still really there, emanating from them. My consciousness is born from other, older consciousnesses, drawing from them… now, as I write, the paper is morphing just a little. But that’s it in the “visuals” department – no further OEV noticed during the trip, except for the newness of things… CEV also minimal and not really more interesting than when stoned.
I look at myself in the mirror. Definitely altered!!! But my partner says I look the same as ever. She looks altered too, to me, but she’s baseline (has not ingested). I can detect a slight removal from my emotional self: I can assess my usual emotional responses to certain triggers and choose not to let it dominate me. Case in point: the scantily clad girls we saw on our walk. Being a typical male in this respect, my normal reaction is one of sexual excitement and the corresponding thoughts and physical sensations. Right now, I feel the strong pull that the experience provides and at the same time find it easy not to be overwhelmed by my response, simply observing the trigger as well as my usual response as it wants to form itself. It is as if I had more choice about how to respond – if I wanted to I could indulge in my usual response and get carried away with it (albeit consciously). The sexual message the short-skirted women were sending out was quite clear to me, yet at the same time I felt distant to it and reflected on the psychology of a person who makes a special effort to arouse sexual feelings about themselves in others. Very insightful.
During the walk we also passed a few restaurants, and I looked through the windows and studied the menus. I wonder whether this compound makes me hungry (note: this is all still during the come-up phase…) – and I have a look at my attachments and desires. I notice how on this compound the thought of food seems REALLY pleasant. There is a mental appetite and mouth-watering, but as I observe what goes on in my stomach I realize that I am actually not hungry.
T+2.10 … 22:00 … effects are developing fast now… I feel a metallic taste in my mouth, not sure if I like that. 22:07 it seems to be getting stronger every minute… around this time the food thought came back tome and I went for some peanuts… will it cause problems I wonder. There had been hints of body load, and I find myself wondering if some food now will make it worse or ease it… I also open a beer, what with it being a nice warm summer night… and slowly drink a few sips… tastes different but nice.
T+3.05 … 22:45 . more food , yay! Brown bread and smoked salmon, nice combo, visually appealing, trippy colours! I think about the fish for a while and give thanks. Old habits die hard, I find, on this psychedelic, and I feel the urge to smoke a cigarette. I scold myself for smoking (an on-going issue for me since I started smoking the occasional cigarette again after not smoking for quite some time) but then go for a herbal cigarette instead. And wonder why we do that at all… something to hold on to, to eliminate fear, something to help us be in the body, to be grounded… This 2C-P is definitely STRONG STUFF, it is quite intense, a state not unlike the general post-peak tripped-out mindstate of fairly strong acid or DOI or 5-MeO-AMT. But with 2C-P at the 4mg level it seems I went straight from an eventful insightful come-up to this more ‘wired’ phase – my ego remained intact throughout the experience. I wonder if this is idiosyncratic to 2C-P or if my ingesting food round peak-time had anything to do with it.
T+3.18 … 22:58… peristalsis (not surprising, really, after food). The experience is very, very physical. I feel that I could have sex for hours if I wanted to (but my s/o is soon getting ready for bed and tired). Oh well, ok. There is restlessness and bliss alternating. There is the urge to roll on the floor, writhing, but it is controllable. I do not feel too tense but I can feel a hint of being strung out and can see what a higher dose could lead to. It feels as if the initial taste / feeling on the tongue I described earlier had suddenly crept up again, but on a whole-body level. Some jaw tension also seems to be developing, and I’d read about that before, so it seems this is not uncommon and is probably partly due to the high amount of stimulation this phenethylamine causes.
It seems that whatever the ego/mind focuses on is where the trip goes. I feel there is heaps of potential. The compound is fairly “task-friendly” – by that I mean that it would allow me to get into anything I’d put my mind to and is not too messy in the “what was it I was gonna do” sort of way.
Been surfing on BL awhile, looking at photos and somehow landing on the news that someone out there who also posted on BL has committed suicide and reading the posts of everyone who knew her. And I find myself thinking how hard it is for us to admit our helplessness, to connect. How painful it is to know (or feel) you haven’t done or said ALL you could, but would have, if you had known. How little we can sometimes admit to our feelings, let alone access those of another. Must put more love into everything I do, because it matters. It matters even when I forget that it matters. It’s the source of all life. Been very saddened by that suicide, looking at her photo with a knowledge that basically nobody had when she was alive, of her dark secret How little we sometimes know.
T+4.15 … 23.55. Did some emailing. It was easy to do, a stronger tendency to be warm and friendly, a strong urge to connect. I remembered a moment or two of being irritable earlier in the day and regretting my irritability… so much to learn and practice. Shared a few more sips of beer with my partner, watched “Pimp my Rude” on TV. Wow, expressing your happiness for show is a weird thing, really. Of course, it’s nice, it stems from a desire to see others happy (and having a stake in that happiness) – but it feels somehow forced, too put on… “There’s a super sports car, you’ve made me the happiest person alive.” Something doesn’t quite ring true and the fakeness and phoniness of entertainment media I find quite saddening at this moment.
Hm, I’m not one to write many trip reports, but here’s me being wordy, writing away. I am aware I am going off-topic a bit and that some of this is almost journal-type writing, but perhaps it’s because my 2C-P experience is analytical much more than it is mystical.
T+4.20 … midnight, and it feels that the drug is more or less peaking. Strong stuff, actually. To think I decided to keep it low by taking only 4mg. I can see how this is mind-blowing at higher levels. Definitely would NOT want to be out in public any higher than this level – far too vulnerable. Wouldn’t go much higher than this if I took it at a festival, perhaps 6mg, 8 would be too much for me. 2C-P is probably active at the 1mg level or even below, as yaesutom has suggested of 2C-TFM in a previous report. At that low level it might well be suited for academic research or essay writing on the topic of your choice. Too much of it, and there’s a tad too much restlessness to remain settled and task-focused (in my case anyway). … oh, but even at 4mg,once I got into writing these notes, the urge to write and keep writing is quite strong.
I spend sometime thinking about the nature of addiction… been liberally pressing all sorts of pleasure buttons - albeit quite consciously – in the last few weeks: nicotine, GHB, methylone, alcohol, opiates, sugar, chocolate, orgasms. Thinking about depatterning… about what it is that causes the want for that special comforter… oh, to watch a desire arise, grow, do its thing and pass away, and not to act on it… is to be truly free.
T+4.33 . . . 20 minutes of non.-stop writing already. I may well be in for several more hours on this ride, I think I will do some relaxing. I take a bath. This drug is very mental in the true sense of the word – there’s heaps of thoughts. I try to use this to ease my physical discomfort/tension: “I generate the energy inside me. I heal myself.” Need to work on getting the mind a bit settled and see what the Quiet brings. My s/o says my face is very red. Haven’t had more than half a beer, though, while she had two and a half.
T+ 5.30 01:10 .. . Decided to have a shave after the bath, first one in ten days, which was reasonably eventful in this state but happened without any major disturbances. Go read more on BL, feeling to restless to get into meditation, too “thinky”. Read BL for an hour or so.
T+6:40 . . . 02:20… general “tripped-outness”, very dilated pupils now, I try to do some centering, it becomes more and more necessary. Partner is sound asleep,and I am facing being completely alone. Had noticed a mild tinnitus while in the bath, but that went away again after the bath. Despite me not grinding my teeth, I can notice some overall ear pressure and jaw tension. Decide to dose some L-Tryptophan and magnesium to see if it helps.
Despite the total absence of fear, my mind is not calm and starts feeling irritated with the physical tension present with this compound. There seems to be something physically unsettling about the compound, not sure if it’s a blood pressure / vasoconstriction issue as I do not have a b.p. measuring device. There’s some pressure in the head, and yawning helps a little…
Around this time I started smoking grass and took some GHB to ease myself out of this state, and I do not remember exactly how long it took to relax enough for sleep… probably a couple more hours.
Next day, felt more tired than usual, but otherwise sharp and clear. Some physical issues for a couple of days (digestive tract, sluggish liver). Body load areason not to do this often.
Would take this compound again in order to do some self-analysis, I feel it is worthwhile for that because of the clarity it provides. The fun factor with 2C-P was minimal in my case, although I am grateful for the experience, I feel it has allowed me some valuable insight into Who I Am.
For me, this one's mentally a little like 2-ctfm (but more serious, less toy-like) and with the body load of 2c-i. 
