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During my experience with psychedelic drugs, I've made sure to write down every significant trip, and often times the insignificant trips, in order to draw conclusions and more information forth afterwards. The trip itself is only the beginning to the learning experience, afterwards I find is when much of the crucial information is learned.
So, in saying that I feel I should share my experience with two of the harder-to-come-by drugs, 2C-E and 2C-T-7.
2C-E:
As I write (most of) this the night of tripping, still coming down, reflecting upon the trip itself is somewhat confusing as thoughts are still high-speed (similar to the comedown of other psychedelics, unlike stimulation). The trip itself was an amazing, mind-blowing venture into the depths of psychedelia, yet the events which occurred during the trip set off a strange tone. I had ingested 10 mg of 2C-E sublingually at 3:00 pm. Coming up, all was well and good. A friend, D and I were in a forest with plenty of spring scenery, both in very positive states of mind, excited to be trying a new psychedelic, and are looking forward to having an amazing time. It was a very calm come up, which took about two hours total to reach full effects. The come up was so peaceful, it seemed like it was hardly occurring, and at certain points I had questioned the authenticity of the chemical*.
Note: I had purchased the chemical from a reliable contact I know via mail order. He had pre-measured out equivalent doses of 10 mg, individually wrapped and ready. Chemicals guaranteed purity of 99.5%.
Around 5:15 pm, it was clear we had taken a powerful compound, as we were both being hit by waves of insane happiness, followed by laughter, followed by a need to move, followed by a confused state which led to a need to stay still (which generally led to meditation and achieving the potential this drug has to offer). These waves were very distinguished, and once identified, were predictable which made the trip itself very easy to handle. Laughter at normal sentences occurred, as we both sat in the forest, I had said how for sure the drugs were real (as we had both started to clearly be tripping), which sent D and I into a full-blown laughing fit.
D had spotted something strange in the distance of the forest, something red. We had both thought it was a person laying down and watching us, and thought it was other strange things. As we got closer, we both started to get a bit scared, as it looked more and more like the body of a child lying in mud. We soon realized it was a red plastic bag, with someone's back pack beside it, and no one in sight. The forest we were in was generally only used by us, so we looked around for anyone nearby and couldn't find anyone, so we quickly grabbed the bags and ran to the shelter of our fort. Once there, we realized it was our friend's bags, and he and his girlfriend were in the forest somewhere probably having sex. This scared us as we did not intend on running into anyone we knew all night, and did not want them to know we were there, so after probably 10-20 minutes of debate on who would return the bags, D ran to place them back where we found them. As he was putting them back, I saw figures coming in the distance, and told him to run; we both made it back to the forest, but weren't sure if we were seen. We started to trip out and watch whether or not they spotted us, feeling very much so like spies, we decided that it seemed unlikely we were seen. After some time, we were weirded out by what they were doing in the forest, so we quickly ran into another forest across the street, leaving our possessions hidden in the fort.
In the other forest is where the heavy psychedelic effects began. Walking around, my body and mind felt amazing utterly stunned at the effects of this new compound. D and I travelled the paths in this forest, talking about life and current events. We were both greatly enjoying the trip, and were already talking about future plans to experiment with 2C-E and other research chemicals. He had ingested the chemical an hour before I had, so was somewhat ahead of me in terms of tripping. I was able to detect with enhanced sensory reception that our waves were coming in the same patterns and lengths, yet they were hitting at different times. Usually, when I was in my confused/moving state, he was in his calm and profound state of interpreting what was going on. This merely enhanced my states of confusion, which was not at all unpleasant, as it was more a state of coming to terms with the extreme effects of this phenethylamine. During the points in which we were ecstatic with laughter, the connective feelings with other people was noted, which is what I would expect with MDMA. A true and deep understanding of an individual, which creates a tight sense of relation and bonding. Not only was the closeness felt, but intense mood lift was experienced too; there was not a point during the trip when I was actually angry. (Very useful as not only an entheogen, but can clearly be used therapeutically in psychotherapy)
After walking around the paths of the forest and by rather large and beautiful homes, we settled into a spot hidden from public eye in the forest, where logs had fallen across a stream to create bridges. We didn't see these as bridges, but rather a calm place to close our eyes and enjoy our trip. Laying on one of the logs which went across the shallow stream, I closed my eyes and made my physical body balance along the length of the log (I was laying perfectly aligned, straight down the log). Once I was able to bring my clumsy-feeling body to perfect balance, a deep rush into myself took place. Thoughts flowed elegantly, and like other psychedelics the longer meditation lasted the deeper and more profound the thoughts and visuals became. However, in this spot there were MANY squirrels and birds moving about, which would often cause me to think people were beside me, and made me awake to the world around me, and lose the progress I had made with my subconscious. Not only did these surrounding sounds distract me, but they threw me into a different world when my eyes were closed. I would envision beautifully realistic scenarios in which I was that accompanied such sounds, and would at times be taken in so deeply by the visuals that I had to escape and open my eyes. Closed eye visuals sometimes began with a white ambience in the lower half of my visions, moving up and down as my thoughts got more and less intense. It was until my entire visual became filled with this light that visuals of clear scenarios, as well as microscopic images of bacteria or other tiny, 'insignificant' life forms. Thoughts like these led to a profound search into what humans truly exist as; bacteria which have developed enough methods to spread at exponential rates (technology-->transportation, medicine), appropriate to consume the resources of the Earth. This eventually will cause (and is causing) the total consumption, or destruction rather, of what we had amazing had the chance to coexist with for our entire history. Thoughts of how currents trends in pollution and overall destruction of natural environments, along side everlasting wars and poverty in other areas, were very common and in depth. The realization of how long the Earth could tolerate such destruction hit me and the thought that even during my own life time, the Earth itself could potentially come to an end.
Music played over and over in my head, very peaceful songs in consecutive repeats which seemed to flow well, and did all but jumble my thoughts of the trip itself. It was as if background music were being created by my head for me to enjoy and keep me calm; the songs that played were all heard during the day of the trip, but before the trip itself. I was quite satisfied with the subconscious choice in music, since it really did mediate my thoughts and keep me from drifting too far out in space; there is still a real world.
I was lured into the concept of God during this trip, and beliefs prior to the trip seemed non-existent, it was definitely a trip meant for exploring new ideas. This thought came up bright and clear, that God exists within the mind of each individual, and all are capable of realizing such potential, although it is quite a rare occurrence. 2C-E truly opened my eyes to the potential of my mind by testing how deep I could go into my own thoughts. My ideas were poetry which was too beautiful to ever be spoken, thoughts so profound that they could not be understood by anyone else, they were the secrets to my soul, who I am. Much like how dreams belong to only the individual himself and are reflective of that individual, this trip belonged to me and only me, and although having the greatest value to me, is would be nothing but a "stupid" or "crazy" idea to others. At the end of the night, I was in awe, and could not describe anything to anyone. "Don't even know what to type, how could I when I figured out I'm God."
After leaving the forest, D and I walked around for a bit, and left the forest to return back to our home forest. We were about to cross a very busy street, but made the more intelligent decision to go to the intersection and use the lights, rather than walk right across, since we were still peaking. While waiting at the intersection, I felt my spirit run ahead of my physical body, into the intersection, and felt as if I had to keep myself under control in the public eye, that people were watching me, not letting my spirit free. D and I discussed this further as we went into a bus stop on the other side of the street, which was very cool. It was a cool glass container, looking at luscious pine trees, and all I could think about was continuing walking. Not only did I want to get back to our fort, but I was afraid of what the cars driving by thought. We talked about how people are so condemned by societies eye that we will never be entirely free. We are born to conform to the regulations of each society, and if we do not, we are then labelled a certain category by them, which is almost always a negative label. This raised the conversation of how animals are perfect as opposed to humans, as they are not developed past the point of other species, and can all live equally amongst themselves, whereas humans have all distinguished themselves through money, location, and ideas.
When we got back to our fort, I realized our skateboards and bong were missing, and began to panic. I told D when he arrived (he was a bit behind, enjoying his walk through the forest while I was in a hurry to return to our "home") and it seemed like an instant buzz kill. We went around looking for any sign of our missing items, and even before we knew we wouldn't find anything, our trip was back and strong. We were laughing, and lost care since it was only money we had lost, and money is oh so insignificant.
At the end of the day, trip somewhat down, skateboards and bong missing, looking over our fort, I realize I am God, and what we were talking about earlier on the walk by the Green Gully, how humanity itself was a failure, was too true. Our society which we had given life to had expanded too vastly, and included too many complex variables, which inevitably led to the downfall of the existence. At the end of the day, I was God looking over my creation, and left with a feeling of emptiness; although God may be all-powerful, he too has lackings, and is no greater than his own creation.
This is where the trip started to come down, but not really. The realization that I was without my skateboard tore my mind from the chemical, and forced my thoughts back to real life. I somewhat forced this upon myself, but could not hold strong, the chemical eventually won the game of tug of war, and brought me back into a happy, placid state. We walked around more, thinking about what could have happened to our skateboards, and ran into a bunch of people we didn't want to, including his mom. Every encounter with others went off without a hitch, no one suspected any intoxication, or that anything at all was up, yet we were still tripping.
Once the trip had died down, I felt absolutely refreshed. I had just experienced the most amazing chemical to date, and was grateful for the experience. The only noticed after-effect was the uncontrollable laughter at certain thoughts. Sleep that night did not occur until around 3:00 in the morning, but it was not due to stimulation, it was because of my extreme interest in what I had just experienced, and was busy writing up much of this report. I was left asking questions, but different questions from which I posed before the trip; I had ventured deeper into the realm of understanding. Overall, 2C-E was an utterly magnificent orchestra of thoughts and feelings, a trip which redefined tripping for me, it showed me how phenethylamines act. Very deep, very amazing, and more than certainly looking forward for the next time appropriate to test this substance again.
2C-T-7:
After my initial testing dose of 2C-T-7, I re-embarked into this strange realm. I insufflated 10 mg total, but in a more trip friendly environment. The first time I had tried this compound I used it at home alone, on a rainy, quite awful day. This time around the weather was beautiful, I was mentally and physically prepared for a trip, and took full advantage of this time. The trip was with a few other friends, two who were doing LSD for their first time, and another who had done Foxy.
To begin, I insufflated 5 mg, so to not overwhelm myself with an immediate shock to the system. This dose left me feeling positive, friendly, active and somewhat euphoric. Visuals again were minor for a long time, and no real trip began until the second dosage was taken. After about an hour or so, and after smoking a bit of weed, laughter was unstoppable. Everything held its own level of elevated interest, and normal occurrences had me and my friends laughing very often.
After an hour or two we had all left one area to spend the night at a friend's house, where there was a barn in the backyard suited for tripping. It was a bit after midnight that I had snorted the second dose, catching up to my friends who had all begun to peak and greatly enjoy their trip. My sense of time was very distorted, and I don't quite remember the order in which events occurred. Too many things were happening all at once, and they were all too intense. The visuals from the first dose were mild melting, and after the second dose was taken and a bit of time passed, visuals became powerful and undeniable. The wooden walls of the barn had so many patterns and faces within it. I found myself spending a lot of my time staring at them. At some points, I could control the panels of the roof and walls, lift them with my mind, remove them, flip them around, and look deep into them and view more than just faces, but the stories of past lives. I could look into the faces, and look around them to see almost comic-like tales, similar to Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Further into the trip, I noticed I could control more. I shot my arm out in front of myself and the whole barn became tinted orange. I saw this and pictured it different colours, and could change from orange to green, to blue, to red. It was interesting, but when I close my eyes to take in the closed eye visuals, every time they reopened the room was back to normal, but something else was trailing or melting. We were all watching the smoke that was accumulating in the barn underneath a light for some time. I could see every layer and every dimension this smoke held. It was more than just a puff of smoke, it became a significant image, one which represented how the universe acts. I watched as the smoke moved in its usual patterns, swirling in some areas and moving to another. At one point of looking into the layers and the movement of this wonder, it became a large, floating material, one of brightly glowing colours, every colour in every layer, but very close to each other. It was like a big floating static blur, and I could see into exactly how wide it was expanding, not just the smoke that was clear under the light. Also, as one of my friends was smoking, I looked at the smoke, and saw a bit of blue. I said this out loud, that the smoke looked blue and put my hands out to make it more blue, and it actually worked. We all looked at it in amazement, as the white smoke became more and more blue as it expanded.
My senses were elevated to a point that I didn't feel stimulated at all, but I could control my motions perfectly. I displayed a battle of mind over matter, at one point during the night. We were all sitting around the table playing Jenga, and got into the game when we noticed the table was wobbling and disrupting the game. We decided to move it over to another table across the room, but no one was quite sure how. I told them to just grab it and move it, but everyone thought that was crazy. No one else did it, so I just grabbed the tipping and slanting game at the base, lifted it, and gently carried it all the way across the barn to the other table. As I was walking I could not believe I could handle doing such a thing. I didn't need to focus hard on doing it either, I was laughing the entire time at how ridiculous it was. I was lifting an unstable mass of stacked wooden blocks with my hands, but it was my mind that was actually controlling it and keeping it stable. Everyone was amazed at how it looked in my hands, as if it were floating across the room before me. I had never before felt mind power as strong as that experienced with 2C-T-7, with any psychedelic before. Each psychedelic contains its own purpose, and the purpose of each is becoming more and more evident for me. 2C-T-7 may have potential to aid people by ameliorating their cognitive abilities by enhancing the brain's function. Not in the way stimulants act, but rather by increasing the thought power and concentration, while also enabling one's abilities to be more creative
Once morning had come, I still strongly felt the effects of the 2C-T-7. I looked outside at the beautiful, now blue world, and could not believe I had already been awake all night, and did not feel tired at all. We moved out from the barn into the house, and at some point we all left to go home. It was a newly refreshed feeling, despite being awake all night. Everything was beautiful, and I learned a new appreciation for the significance of psychedelic visuals. I was able to sleep later on in the day, no hang over or after effects noticed. Just a wonderful trip, and a beautiful time spent in the barn with some good friend.
Just realized I never did finish writing my T-7 report. I'll put some time into this journal of mine tomorrow, patch some things up. Any insight appreciated. :D
Edit: Ahh, and sorry about the wrong title. Still learning the ways around here.
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So, in saying that I feel I should share my experience with two of the harder-to-come-by drugs, 2C-E and 2C-T-7.
2C-E:
As I write (most of) this the night of tripping, still coming down, reflecting upon the trip itself is somewhat confusing as thoughts are still high-speed (similar to the comedown of other psychedelics, unlike stimulation). The trip itself was an amazing, mind-blowing venture into the depths of psychedelia, yet the events which occurred during the trip set off a strange tone. I had ingested 10 mg of 2C-E sublingually at 3:00 pm. Coming up, all was well and good. A friend, D and I were in a forest with plenty of spring scenery, both in very positive states of mind, excited to be trying a new psychedelic, and are looking forward to having an amazing time. It was a very calm come up, which took about two hours total to reach full effects. The come up was so peaceful, it seemed like it was hardly occurring, and at certain points I had questioned the authenticity of the chemical*.
Note: I had purchased the chemical from a reliable contact I know via mail order. He had pre-measured out equivalent doses of 10 mg, individually wrapped and ready. Chemicals guaranteed purity of 99.5%.
Around 5:15 pm, it was clear we had taken a powerful compound, as we were both being hit by waves of insane happiness, followed by laughter, followed by a need to move, followed by a confused state which led to a need to stay still (which generally led to meditation and achieving the potential this drug has to offer). These waves were very distinguished, and once identified, were predictable which made the trip itself very easy to handle. Laughter at normal sentences occurred, as we both sat in the forest, I had said how for sure the drugs were real (as we had both started to clearly be tripping), which sent D and I into a full-blown laughing fit.
D had spotted something strange in the distance of the forest, something red. We had both thought it was a person laying down and watching us, and thought it was other strange things. As we got closer, we both started to get a bit scared, as it looked more and more like the body of a child lying in mud. We soon realized it was a red plastic bag, with someone's back pack beside it, and no one in sight. The forest we were in was generally only used by us, so we looked around for anyone nearby and couldn't find anyone, so we quickly grabbed the bags and ran to the shelter of our fort. Once there, we realized it was our friend's bags, and he and his girlfriend were in the forest somewhere probably having sex. This scared us as we did not intend on running into anyone we knew all night, and did not want them to know we were there, so after probably 10-20 minutes of debate on who would return the bags, D ran to place them back where we found them. As he was putting them back, I saw figures coming in the distance, and told him to run; we both made it back to the forest, but weren't sure if we were seen. We started to trip out and watch whether or not they spotted us, feeling very much so like spies, we decided that it seemed unlikely we were seen. After some time, we were weirded out by what they were doing in the forest, so we quickly ran into another forest across the street, leaving our possessions hidden in the fort.
In the other forest is where the heavy psychedelic effects began. Walking around, my body and mind felt amazing utterly stunned at the effects of this new compound. D and I travelled the paths in this forest, talking about life and current events. We were both greatly enjoying the trip, and were already talking about future plans to experiment with 2C-E and other research chemicals. He had ingested the chemical an hour before I had, so was somewhat ahead of me in terms of tripping. I was able to detect with enhanced sensory reception that our waves were coming in the same patterns and lengths, yet they were hitting at different times. Usually, when I was in my confused/moving state, he was in his calm and profound state of interpreting what was going on. This merely enhanced my states of confusion, which was not at all unpleasant, as it was more a state of coming to terms with the extreme effects of this phenethylamine. During the points in which we were ecstatic with laughter, the connective feelings with other people was noted, which is what I would expect with MDMA. A true and deep understanding of an individual, which creates a tight sense of relation and bonding. Not only was the closeness felt, but intense mood lift was experienced too; there was not a point during the trip when I was actually angry. (Very useful as not only an entheogen, but can clearly be used therapeutically in psychotherapy)
After walking around the paths of the forest and by rather large and beautiful homes, we settled into a spot hidden from public eye in the forest, where logs had fallen across a stream to create bridges. We didn't see these as bridges, but rather a calm place to close our eyes and enjoy our trip. Laying on one of the logs which went across the shallow stream, I closed my eyes and made my physical body balance along the length of the log (I was laying perfectly aligned, straight down the log). Once I was able to bring my clumsy-feeling body to perfect balance, a deep rush into myself took place. Thoughts flowed elegantly, and like other psychedelics the longer meditation lasted the deeper and more profound the thoughts and visuals became. However, in this spot there were MANY squirrels and birds moving about, which would often cause me to think people were beside me, and made me awake to the world around me, and lose the progress I had made with my subconscious. Not only did these surrounding sounds distract me, but they threw me into a different world when my eyes were closed. I would envision beautifully realistic scenarios in which I was that accompanied such sounds, and would at times be taken in so deeply by the visuals that I had to escape and open my eyes. Closed eye visuals sometimes began with a white ambience in the lower half of my visions, moving up and down as my thoughts got more and less intense. It was until my entire visual became filled with this light that visuals of clear scenarios, as well as microscopic images of bacteria or other tiny, 'insignificant' life forms. Thoughts like these led to a profound search into what humans truly exist as; bacteria which have developed enough methods to spread at exponential rates (technology-->transportation, medicine), appropriate to consume the resources of the Earth. This eventually will cause (and is causing) the total consumption, or destruction rather, of what we had amazing had the chance to coexist with for our entire history. Thoughts of how currents trends in pollution and overall destruction of natural environments, along side everlasting wars and poverty in other areas, were very common and in depth. The realization of how long the Earth could tolerate such destruction hit me and the thought that even during my own life time, the Earth itself could potentially come to an end.
Music played over and over in my head, very peaceful songs in consecutive repeats which seemed to flow well, and did all but jumble my thoughts of the trip itself. It was as if background music were being created by my head for me to enjoy and keep me calm; the songs that played were all heard during the day of the trip, but before the trip itself. I was quite satisfied with the subconscious choice in music, since it really did mediate my thoughts and keep me from drifting too far out in space; there is still a real world.
I was lured into the concept of God during this trip, and beliefs prior to the trip seemed non-existent, it was definitely a trip meant for exploring new ideas. This thought came up bright and clear, that God exists within the mind of each individual, and all are capable of realizing such potential, although it is quite a rare occurrence. 2C-E truly opened my eyes to the potential of my mind by testing how deep I could go into my own thoughts. My ideas were poetry which was too beautiful to ever be spoken, thoughts so profound that they could not be understood by anyone else, they were the secrets to my soul, who I am. Much like how dreams belong to only the individual himself and are reflective of that individual, this trip belonged to me and only me, and although having the greatest value to me, is would be nothing but a "stupid" or "crazy" idea to others. At the end of the night, I was in awe, and could not describe anything to anyone. "Don't even know what to type, how could I when I figured out I'm God."
After leaving the forest, D and I walked around for a bit, and left the forest to return back to our home forest. We were about to cross a very busy street, but made the more intelligent decision to go to the intersection and use the lights, rather than walk right across, since we were still peaking. While waiting at the intersection, I felt my spirit run ahead of my physical body, into the intersection, and felt as if I had to keep myself under control in the public eye, that people were watching me, not letting my spirit free. D and I discussed this further as we went into a bus stop on the other side of the street, which was very cool. It was a cool glass container, looking at luscious pine trees, and all I could think about was continuing walking. Not only did I want to get back to our fort, but I was afraid of what the cars driving by thought. We talked about how people are so condemned by societies eye that we will never be entirely free. We are born to conform to the regulations of each society, and if we do not, we are then labelled a certain category by them, which is almost always a negative label. This raised the conversation of how animals are perfect as opposed to humans, as they are not developed past the point of other species, and can all live equally amongst themselves, whereas humans have all distinguished themselves through money, location, and ideas.
When we got back to our fort, I realized our skateboards and bong were missing, and began to panic. I told D when he arrived (he was a bit behind, enjoying his walk through the forest while I was in a hurry to return to our "home") and it seemed like an instant buzz kill. We went around looking for any sign of our missing items, and even before we knew we wouldn't find anything, our trip was back and strong. We were laughing, and lost care since it was only money we had lost, and money is oh so insignificant.
At the end of the day, trip somewhat down, skateboards and bong missing, looking over our fort, I realize I am God, and what we were talking about earlier on the walk by the Green Gully, how humanity itself was a failure, was too true. Our society which we had given life to had expanded too vastly, and included too many complex variables, which inevitably led to the downfall of the existence. At the end of the day, I was God looking over my creation, and left with a feeling of emptiness; although God may be all-powerful, he too has lackings, and is no greater than his own creation.
This is where the trip started to come down, but not really. The realization that I was without my skateboard tore my mind from the chemical, and forced my thoughts back to real life. I somewhat forced this upon myself, but could not hold strong, the chemical eventually won the game of tug of war, and brought me back into a happy, placid state. We walked around more, thinking about what could have happened to our skateboards, and ran into a bunch of people we didn't want to, including his mom. Every encounter with others went off without a hitch, no one suspected any intoxication, or that anything at all was up, yet we were still tripping.
Once the trip had died down, I felt absolutely refreshed. I had just experienced the most amazing chemical to date, and was grateful for the experience. The only noticed after-effect was the uncontrollable laughter at certain thoughts. Sleep that night did not occur until around 3:00 in the morning, but it was not due to stimulation, it was because of my extreme interest in what I had just experienced, and was busy writing up much of this report. I was left asking questions, but different questions from which I posed before the trip; I had ventured deeper into the realm of understanding. Overall, 2C-E was an utterly magnificent orchestra of thoughts and feelings, a trip which redefined tripping for me, it showed me how phenethylamines act. Very deep, very amazing, and more than certainly looking forward for the next time appropriate to test this substance again.
2C-T-7:
After my initial testing dose of 2C-T-7, I re-embarked into this strange realm. I insufflated 10 mg total, but in a more trip friendly environment. The first time I had tried this compound I used it at home alone, on a rainy, quite awful day. This time around the weather was beautiful, I was mentally and physically prepared for a trip, and took full advantage of this time. The trip was with a few other friends, two who were doing LSD for their first time, and another who had done Foxy.
To begin, I insufflated 5 mg, so to not overwhelm myself with an immediate shock to the system. This dose left me feeling positive, friendly, active and somewhat euphoric. Visuals again were minor for a long time, and no real trip began until the second dosage was taken. After about an hour or so, and after smoking a bit of weed, laughter was unstoppable. Everything held its own level of elevated interest, and normal occurrences had me and my friends laughing very often.
After an hour or two we had all left one area to spend the night at a friend's house, where there was a barn in the backyard suited for tripping. It was a bit after midnight that I had snorted the second dose, catching up to my friends who had all begun to peak and greatly enjoy their trip. My sense of time was very distorted, and I don't quite remember the order in which events occurred. Too many things were happening all at once, and they were all too intense. The visuals from the first dose were mild melting, and after the second dose was taken and a bit of time passed, visuals became powerful and undeniable. The wooden walls of the barn had so many patterns and faces within it. I found myself spending a lot of my time staring at them. At some points, I could control the panels of the roof and walls, lift them with my mind, remove them, flip them around, and look deep into them and view more than just faces, but the stories of past lives. I could look into the faces, and look around them to see almost comic-like tales, similar to Egyptian hieroglyphics.
Further into the trip, I noticed I could control more. I shot my arm out in front of myself and the whole barn became tinted orange. I saw this and pictured it different colours, and could change from orange to green, to blue, to red. It was interesting, but when I close my eyes to take in the closed eye visuals, every time they reopened the room was back to normal, but something else was trailing or melting. We were all watching the smoke that was accumulating in the barn underneath a light for some time. I could see every layer and every dimension this smoke held. It was more than just a puff of smoke, it became a significant image, one which represented how the universe acts. I watched as the smoke moved in its usual patterns, swirling in some areas and moving to another. At one point of looking into the layers and the movement of this wonder, it became a large, floating material, one of brightly glowing colours, every colour in every layer, but very close to each other. It was like a big floating static blur, and I could see into exactly how wide it was expanding, not just the smoke that was clear under the light. Also, as one of my friends was smoking, I looked at the smoke, and saw a bit of blue. I said this out loud, that the smoke looked blue and put my hands out to make it more blue, and it actually worked. We all looked at it in amazement, as the white smoke became more and more blue as it expanded.
My senses were elevated to a point that I didn't feel stimulated at all, but I could control my motions perfectly. I displayed a battle of mind over matter, at one point during the night. We were all sitting around the table playing Jenga, and got into the game when we noticed the table was wobbling and disrupting the game. We decided to move it over to another table across the room, but no one was quite sure how. I told them to just grab it and move it, but everyone thought that was crazy. No one else did it, so I just grabbed the tipping and slanting game at the base, lifted it, and gently carried it all the way across the barn to the other table. As I was walking I could not believe I could handle doing such a thing. I didn't need to focus hard on doing it either, I was laughing the entire time at how ridiculous it was. I was lifting an unstable mass of stacked wooden blocks with my hands, but it was my mind that was actually controlling it and keeping it stable. Everyone was amazed at how it looked in my hands, as if it were floating across the room before me. I had never before felt mind power as strong as that experienced with 2C-T-7, with any psychedelic before. Each psychedelic contains its own purpose, and the purpose of each is becoming more and more evident for me. 2C-T-7 may have potential to aid people by ameliorating their cognitive abilities by enhancing the brain's function. Not in the way stimulants act, but rather by increasing the thought power and concentration, while also enabling one's abilities to be more creative
Once morning had come, I still strongly felt the effects of the 2C-T-7. I looked outside at the beautiful, now blue world, and could not believe I had already been awake all night, and did not feel tired at all. We moved out from the barn into the house, and at some point we all left to go home. It was a newly refreshed feeling, despite being awake all night. Everything was beautiful, and I learned a new appreciation for the significance of psychedelic visuals. I was able to sleep later on in the day, no hang over or after effects noticed. Just a wonderful trip, and a beautiful time spent in the barn with some good friend.
Just realized I never did finish writing my T-7 report. I'll put some time into this journal of mine tomorrow, patch some things up. Any insight appreciated. :D
Edit: Ahh, and sorry about the wrong title. Still learning the ways around here.
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