Oi vey - How can I describe this? After extensive research and months of loitering at threshold doses, tonight I finally tripped. I'm sensitive to psychs, and at 15mg this 2C-T-7 experience was more than I was expecting.
Me and my buddy started the night at an underground party in an abandoned, huge Victorian era house. The place was a maze of narrow corridors and staircases to nowhere. There were 3 main rooms spinning strange electronic songs and in between these was a patchwork of alcoves and ladders into attic dens and shrines and little colonies of people tripping to light shows. I can't do the space justice, other than to say it was fucking disorienting. There were so many sources of stimulus that once I began to trip I felt torn between them and confused and pretty scared.
The first wave hit me while we were standing on a dance floor and a man appearing to be dressed as a ghost from the 19th century glanced at me. My mind churned from the slight high and enhanced perception of threshold to a speed which I've never experienced. My mind was moving faster than I could keep up with it. I was full of energy, but it was nervous and ill placed - I probably should have started dancing, but instead I started to have a panic attack. I felt as though I was finally "waking up" to life, seeing it as it objectively was, as though reality was somehow obscured by my normal consciousness. I panicked and suddenly suspected that maybe somewhere along the line I went totally crazy and now I was being confronted with my utter insanity. Strange thoughts. After wandering around a bit more, lost in considerable anxiety, we left.
On the drive back to my friends house, which was accomplished without any feeling of spatial impairment, I could not share my thoughts without using the cliche. I felt totally incapable of connecting with my friend at that point, and we were both introverted in highness. Back at his place I fell into a painting in his bathroom. It was a watercolor of some house, and until tonight I had never seen paint move and flow, alive on paper. I looked outside and the trees were swirling into each other. There were random rays of light shining at fragmented angles in the darkness, with rainbow shades and little specs of coloring darting across my vision. My mind, however, felt relatively sober at this point. I was full of wonder and joy at the things I was seeing
After some chatting and more interpersonal confusion we decided to meditate on our tensions. In the stillness of his room I let myself go into what I described at the time as "trip space". The absence of thoughts. I heard these alien buzzing noises that created crescendos from a different dimension. If I let go I drifted deep into this strange place, full of abstract nothings and psychedelic patterning. I saw temple symbols flashing in violet and acacia. I was at the bottom of the ocean shining a murky rainbow from my flashlight at an incubator. Vision replaced thought as the structure of my waking experience. However, I was able to "snap out of it" pretty easily, by contriving linear conversation and thought
I unfortunately didnt experience any life changing spiritual experiences. Rather, an interesting visual show and a gained knowledge of the "trip space" which exists somewhere in my mind. I had some personal insights but nothing any more substantial than what weed would bring me. I wonder what higher doses of this substance would be like. Would it be a deeper, more undeniable "trip space" where linear thoughts and ego comforts would become inaccessible for a long period of time? My interest in psychedelics is not to zone out to alien noises, but rather to achieve something lasting and beneficial for my self. I guess I can only know with further exploration.
Thanx for reading
Me and my buddy started the night at an underground party in an abandoned, huge Victorian era house. The place was a maze of narrow corridors and staircases to nowhere. There were 3 main rooms spinning strange electronic songs and in between these was a patchwork of alcoves and ladders into attic dens and shrines and little colonies of people tripping to light shows. I can't do the space justice, other than to say it was fucking disorienting. There were so many sources of stimulus that once I began to trip I felt torn between them and confused and pretty scared.
The first wave hit me while we were standing on a dance floor and a man appearing to be dressed as a ghost from the 19th century glanced at me. My mind churned from the slight high and enhanced perception of threshold to a speed which I've never experienced. My mind was moving faster than I could keep up with it. I was full of energy, but it was nervous and ill placed - I probably should have started dancing, but instead I started to have a panic attack. I felt as though I was finally "waking up" to life, seeing it as it objectively was, as though reality was somehow obscured by my normal consciousness. I panicked and suddenly suspected that maybe somewhere along the line I went totally crazy and now I was being confronted with my utter insanity. Strange thoughts. After wandering around a bit more, lost in considerable anxiety, we left.
On the drive back to my friends house, which was accomplished without any feeling of spatial impairment, I could not share my thoughts without using the cliche. I felt totally incapable of connecting with my friend at that point, and we were both introverted in highness. Back at his place I fell into a painting in his bathroom. It was a watercolor of some house, and until tonight I had never seen paint move and flow, alive on paper. I looked outside and the trees were swirling into each other. There were random rays of light shining at fragmented angles in the darkness, with rainbow shades and little specs of coloring darting across my vision. My mind, however, felt relatively sober at this point. I was full of wonder and joy at the things I was seeing
After some chatting and more interpersonal confusion we decided to meditate on our tensions. In the stillness of his room I let myself go into what I described at the time as "trip space". The absence of thoughts. I heard these alien buzzing noises that created crescendos from a different dimension. If I let go I drifted deep into this strange place, full of abstract nothings and psychedelic patterning. I saw temple symbols flashing in violet and acacia. I was at the bottom of the ocean shining a murky rainbow from my flashlight at an incubator. Vision replaced thought as the structure of my waking experience. However, I was able to "snap out of it" pretty easily, by contriving linear conversation and thought
I unfortunately didnt experience any life changing spiritual experiences. Rather, an interesting visual show and a gained knowledge of the "trip space" which exists somewhere in my mind. I had some personal insights but nothing any more substantial than what weed would bring me. I wonder what higher doses of this substance would be like. Would it be a deeper, more undeniable "trip space" where linear thoughts and ego comforts would become inaccessible for a long period of time? My interest in psychedelics is not to zone out to alien noises, but rather to achieve something lasting and beneficial for my self. I guess I can only know with further exploration.
Thanx for reading
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