PippUK
Bluelighter
It's 14.06 on a mild Sunday afternoon. The recent snows have all but disappeared around here, but not so much elsewhere in the country. This last two weeks have been a little tiring with the weather and what-have-you, but I had been looking forward to Valentine day during that time. P and me have booked ourselves an exotic three week tour of Peru in November and the exitement of this adventure is mounting a bit already. When we booked the ftrip with the agent, we wanted a few days at the end of the holiday before return to Blighty so that we could visit the city if Iquito in the jungle on the Amazon. The agent thought we said Quito (In Ecuador) and booked us a return flight from there. He was happy to correct his mistake.
We have been swatting up a little on Peru, although I had dipped my toe in the water a little myself. I love the architecture of the old native cultures and had read a bit about the different peoples who had thrived there up to the arrival of the Spanish. I also have an interest in the Shamanic traditions, from the psychedelic point of view. I have had two rather succesfull Ayahuasca analogue session here at home. What struck me was my lack of a framework of thought with which to understand the experiences. At one point during my first session I had desperately said the Lord's Prayer, even though I have always been an openminded but sceptical agnostic since I was 13/14. Surprisingly enough the Lord did not answer me at that point in time, but I took this to be a lesson in responsibility for my own actions, rather than evidence against or for his existence. It was a lesson in which I also learned to simply accept what was being shown to me as an observer, rather than struggle to pin down the meaning or control it in any way. Paradoxically, once this acceptance is achieved, the experience becomes more manageable.
I say all this because Iquitos is one of the centres of the Ayahuasca tourism phenomena. The most serious looking packages involve staying for over a week with a Shaman and observing the diet and abstinences entailed. The suggestion is that a more constructive experience would be likely in such a situation, wheras if one were to go hustling around for a cheap or street alternative, you might find yourself retching in a sidestreet bereft of any insight beyond the desire to be some time or place different. P is not altogether happy about my psychedelic interests, but it was she who offered that we go to Iquitos when the tour finished, realising my interest. We would book a nicish hotel for three nights, so that she could be somewhere safe and comfy if I were to decide to go and explore. I was really impressed that she cared enough to help me on this one. In Iquitos I still might not go for the Aya session, if I can't find a suitable option there. I hope I can find a bit of grass there too.
We have something on the calender to look forward to. I am thinking of proposing to P while on holiday. I have loved her such a long time now, and we are still building on it. She knows me well and likes the picture while I think about her in some way or in relation to things nearly all of the time. We wanted to do this travel thing one time together. Neither of us have done much travelling, and we wanted to get something adventurous under our belt before starting a family, so it makes sense at this point to me.
Our lovemaking is so sweet at present. We are at about once every ten days, which suits us both, and means I have harboured plenty of desire. The communication during is instinctive but sensual and always meaningfull. One afternoon I had finished work with a day off the following day, so I stirred a sliver of 2cb into my lunchtime cuppa. I took a hot bath and dried myself before flopping on the bed. I dozed of with the winter sun blazing through the white bedroom curtain.
She arrived back about 4.30 pm and let herself in. I gave my custumary whistle and I heard her feet scuttle up the stairs. She leapt on me and squeezed me tight while I basked in the love and squeezed her too. She is prone to having knaps on arrival home if she lies down, so she got into be fully clothed, complaining about her shoulders. I volunteered to do some work on them for her which she gratefully accepted. I am not a trained masseur or anything, but I can do a good job on her back when required. It's all about becoming part of a feedbak loopbased on your partners muscles and your own hands. My senses were heightened by the 2cb and I began a slow and methodical journey around the aches and pains she described. I kissed her back gently while I did this and sometimes her sides, while my own body gently brushed her. She sensed my enjoyment and this arroused her. Once that happens I like to let her instigate my caresses on her by reading the signals she provides in her movement and the pleasure she conveys. My excitement rose under her allure, and through the filter of 2cb. We both had a seriously good time, to the extent that we couldn't be bothered to get out of bed until much later. There was some degree of a 'Contact High' at work it seemed, although these things are unverifiable.
Then on Valentines day, I had to work in the morning, and got back at lunchtime. She refused me access to the lounge so I went for a smoke and had a bath. Later I asked if I could enter, but she was still busy, so I read the paper. Eventually she emerged with a homemade card, one of the nicest I have ever received (Not that I have received any large amount!). I had bought her a Katherine Hamnet coat, in black shiny brushed velvet, with a pleated lower section an delicate buttons and lapels. Unfortunately it was a tiny bit small, so I will try and find another to fit. She wanted to lay on dinner for me which she did to my great pleasure. After the meal we sat down to watch a film or something. Well it was or something. She produced some adult DVD's which she said had turned her on the other day after she bought them. She had bravely entered the city's 'Private Shop' and asked the lady shopkeeper for assistence. Some deal on 3 for 2 followed and out she walked with her plain brown wrappers. With this in mind, we started to watch. We had hardly got through a rather cheesy plot setup before our own feelings became more distracting and the DVD was paused, never to be restarted. We stayed in the lounge by the fire and relished the new scenery in with our lovemaking. About midnight we lay together exhausted and glowing with the goodstuff. We slept entwined for most of the night.
She was up early today to go to a wedding fair with her sister and fiancé, and her Mum. I took delivery of 2grams of Methylone on Thursday so I thought I'd have a blast today. I swallowed 200mg after a bowl of cereal, with a glass of orange juice. I read the paper a while and went to the shed for a smoke. Then I returned and set up a playlist of suitable tunes. The onset hit me at 25 minutes and was an exhiliaring upward surge in optimism, empathy and horniness, accompanied by considerable impotence. Fat and sponginess but not stiffness. I felt rather erotic though and considered the substance might be suited to attentive facesitting or caressing etc. I chilled therafter, never feeling much expanse of a plateau, maybe 20 minutes. I was aware of the fiendish potential and its reputed futility so I have just been smoking all afternoon to mellow the thing out. The come up was indeed exciting and charged with a kind of languid energy, but this did lead to the promised land it aspired to. There are gentle body rushes even now at 6 hours on, and my appetite has returned somewhat. The issue for me on this one is that the peak is too short to be of massive value, although otherwise it is reasonably pleasant. There is slight stimulation but not of the scale of DOM.
It's usually fun to try a new one, and the comparisons to MDMA intrigued me, as did the qualitative differences, which are apparent. I loved the shinyness of E but found a diminished reflection of it in Methylone. I once tried it at 100mg, which was about enough to register a mild stimulation and sleeplessness but no more. I have tried Butylone at 200mg which was similarly mild but with a sparkle on the way up, as was Ethylone again at 200mgs. Real MDMA is still a favorite for rare occasions.
There is a kinship in the experices I have had with AET and AMT in the past, and I can see how the 'empathogen' profile differs on a kind of philosophical level, compared to the radical wonderment of tryptamines like DMT or DPT. I have yet to experience how 5MeO-DALT fits into the story. Not sure if I'm that bothered really.
Had to laugh yesterday. Part of a Trip Report on 'Spice Products' was quoted in an article in the Financial Times Weekend supplement. The article is part of the media cottoning on to the trade now and quoted part of my description of a panic attack I'd had after a hefty Spice smoke. Its my first words printed in a national broadsheet. Ha ha. Infamy.
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/1721e2da-f8a0-11dd-aae8-000077b07658.html
It quoted me out of context a bit, seeing as I had written a good bit more in the interest of balance, but never mind.
I'll smoke up and go inside. That playlist is full of musical morsels for my delight.
Peace - Pipp - Out.
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We have been swatting up a little on Peru, although I had dipped my toe in the water a little myself. I love the architecture of the old native cultures and had read a bit about the different peoples who had thrived there up to the arrival of the Spanish. I also have an interest in the Shamanic traditions, from the psychedelic point of view. I have had two rather succesfull Ayahuasca analogue session here at home. What struck me was my lack of a framework of thought with which to understand the experiences. At one point during my first session I had desperately said the Lord's Prayer, even though I have always been an openminded but sceptical agnostic since I was 13/14. Surprisingly enough the Lord did not answer me at that point in time, but I took this to be a lesson in responsibility for my own actions, rather than evidence against or for his existence. It was a lesson in which I also learned to simply accept what was being shown to me as an observer, rather than struggle to pin down the meaning or control it in any way. Paradoxically, once this acceptance is achieved, the experience becomes more manageable.
I say all this because Iquitos is one of the centres of the Ayahuasca tourism phenomena. The most serious looking packages involve staying for over a week with a Shaman and observing the diet and abstinences entailed. The suggestion is that a more constructive experience would be likely in such a situation, wheras if one were to go hustling around for a cheap or street alternative, you might find yourself retching in a sidestreet bereft of any insight beyond the desire to be some time or place different. P is not altogether happy about my psychedelic interests, but it was she who offered that we go to Iquitos when the tour finished, realising my interest. We would book a nicish hotel for three nights, so that she could be somewhere safe and comfy if I were to decide to go and explore. I was really impressed that she cared enough to help me on this one. In Iquitos I still might not go for the Aya session, if I can't find a suitable option there. I hope I can find a bit of grass there too.
We have something on the calender to look forward to. I am thinking of proposing to P while on holiday. I have loved her such a long time now, and we are still building on it. She knows me well and likes the picture while I think about her in some way or in relation to things nearly all of the time. We wanted to do this travel thing one time together. Neither of us have done much travelling, and we wanted to get something adventurous under our belt before starting a family, so it makes sense at this point to me.
Our lovemaking is so sweet at present. We are at about once every ten days, which suits us both, and means I have harboured plenty of desire. The communication during is instinctive but sensual and always meaningfull. One afternoon I had finished work with a day off the following day, so I stirred a sliver of 2cb into my lunchtime cuppa. I took a hot bath and dried myself before flopping on the bed. I dozed of with the winter sun blazing through the white bedroom curtain.
She arrived back about 4.30 pm and let herself in. I gave my custumary whistle and I heard her feet scuttle up the stairs. She leapt on me and squeezed me tight while I basked in the love and squeezed her too. She is prone to having knaps on arrival home if she lies down, so she got into be fully clothed, complaining about her shoulders. I volunteered to do some work on them for her which she gratefully accepted. I am not a trained masseur or anything, but I can do a good job on her back when required. It's all about becoming part of a feedbak loopbased on your partners muscles and your own hands. My senses were heightened by the 2cb and I began a slow and methodical journey around the aches and pains she described. I kissed her back gently while I did this and sometimes her sides, while my own body gently brushed her. She sensed my enjoyment and this arroused her. Once that happens I like to let her instigate my caresses on her by reading the signals she provides in her movement and the pleasure she conveys. My excitement rose under her allure, and through the filter of 2cb. We both had a seriously good time, to the extent that we couldn't be bothered to get out of bed until much later. There was some degree of a 'Contact High' at work it seemed, although these things are unverifiable.
Then on Valentines day, I had to work in the morning, and got back at lunchtime. She refused me access to the lounge so I went for a smoke and had a bath. Later I asked if I could enter, but she was still busy, so I read the paper. Eventually she emerged with a homemade card, one of the nicest I have ever received (Not that I have received any large amount!). I had bought her a Katherine Hamnet coat, in black shiny brushed velvet, with a pleated lower section an delicate buttons and lapels. Unfortunately it was a tiny bit small, so I will try and find another to fit. She wanted to lay on dinner for me which she did to my great pleasure. After the meal we sat down to watch a film or something. Well it was or something. She produced some adult DVD's which she said had turned her on the other day after she bought them. She had bravely entered the city's 'Private Shop' and asked the lady shopkeeper for assistence. Some deal on 3 for 2 followed and out she walked with her plain brown wrappers. With this in mind, we started to watch. We had hardly got through a rather cheesy plot setup before our own feelings became more distracting and the DVD was paused, never to be restarted. We stayed in the lounge by the fire and relished the new scenery in with our lovemaking. About midnight we lay together exhausted and glowing with the goodstuff. We slept entwined for most of the night.
She was up early today to go to a wedding fair with her sister and fiancé, and her Mum. I took delivery of 2grams of Methylone on Thursday so I thought I'd have a blast today. I swallowed 200mg after a bowl of cereal, with a glass of orange juice. I read the paper a while and went to the shed for a smoke. Then I returned and set up a playlist of suitable tunes. The onset hit me at 25 minutes and was an exhiliaring upward surge in optimism, empathy and horniness, accompanied by considerable impotence. Fat and sponginess but not stiffness. I felt rather erotic though and considered the substance might be suited to attentive facesitting or caressing etc. I chilled therafter, never feeling much expanse of a plateau, maybe 20 minutes. I was aware of the fiendish potential and its reputed futility so I have just been smoking all afternoon to mellow the thing out. The come up was indeed exciting and charged with a kind of languid energy, but this did lead to the promised land it aspired to. There are gentle body rushes even now at 6 hours on, and my appetite has returned somewhat. The issue for me on this one is that the peak is too short to be of massive value, although otherwise it is reasonably pleasant. There is slight stimulation but not of the scale of DOM.
It's usually fun to try a new one, and the comparisons to MDMA intrigued me, as did the qualitative differences, which are apparent. I loved the shinyness of E but found a diminished reflection of it in Methylone. I once tried it at 100mg, which was about enough to register a mild stimulation and sleeplessness but no more. I have tried Butylone at 200mg which was similarly mild but with a sparkle on the way up, as was Ethylone again at 200mgs. Real MDMA is still a favorite for rare occasions.
There is a kinship in the experices I have had with AET and AMT in the past, and I can see how the 'empathogen' profile differs on a kind of philosophical level, compared to the radical wonderment of tryptamines like DMT or DPT. I have yet to experience how 5MeO-DALT fits into the story. Not sure if I'm that bothered really.
Had to laugh yesterday. Part of a Trip Report on 'Spice Products' was quoted in an article in the Financial Times Weekend supplement. The article is part of the media cottoning on to the trade now and quoted part of my description of a panic attack I'd had after a hefty Spice smoke. Its my first words printed in a national broadsheet. Ha ha. Infamy.
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/1721e2da-f8a0-11dd-aae8-000077b07658.html
It quoted me out of context a bit, seeing as I had written a good bit more in the interest of balance, but never mind.
I'll smoke up and go inside. That playlist is full of musical morsels for my delight.
Peace - Pipp - Out.
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