Sir Ron Pib
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2CT-4; "Elegant and Classy"
By Bip Norris
8am I swallow 19mg 2CT-4. Approximately one hour later there is a definite ‘metallic’ effect, a sense of tightness and gut discomfort. This is soon joined by a tremble in the chest and some focal shift with textures and shapes seeming well defined and appealing with tight detail. I feel quite sick and rest in bed till I’m feeling better and it all starts to soften out. At the two hour point I lie in the computer room which seems to boom and reverberate with the noise of an overhead aeroplane. I feel I’m in a box hidden from that great vastness beyond.
Around 10.30 I go and lay in the garden to get warm in the sun like a reptile. I am now clearly recognising the T4’s flavour/personality from my first experience with it – there is a feeling of everything being in it’s right place and a feeling that almost nothing seems to be happening and yet I feel I could have a profound religious experience there and then just like that. It would be the simplest thing in the world. I close my eyes to follow this lead, in my mind’s eye I see the perfected forms of opium poppies and elder flowers (plants I have looked at this morning) illuminated from within and I find my self jumping/dancing from one bloom to another seeing if this form of travel can take me to ‘heaven’; it didn’t quite and yet this joyous childlike fantasy sequence seemed to have a graceful spiritual quality and was certainly a beautiful and treasured moment in this trip.
Just before the three hour point I make myself sick to finalise any remaining nausea issues and then return to the garden and start relishing the wonderful clarity of slight
I tidy the kitchen for a while but am becoming slightly confused and return to bed and just let ‘go’ entering a slowly drifting twisting psychedelic state. F was to join me in the 2CT-4 but due to menstrual issues decides on psilocybin sans harmaline (a recent tipple)
After midday F is starting to trip on mushrooms and P arrives – this momentarily throws me; I feel quite ‘out of it’ and have an ‘oh dear I’m tripping and I’m going to have trouble socialising’ feeling. I feel slightly awkward and discombobulated; Further P has some seriously disturbing and pressing issues that came up for a friend on MDMA that she needs to get off her chest. We sit down – what she is telling me is really heavy stuff (alleged incest) and I’m trying to give her my full attention. I’m trying to pull myself together. The body push is rather strong and my hands become numb but it quickly passes and soon interacting and conversation is absolutely fine and we discuss the situation at length. I then realise my unfortunate friend is sober so ply her with some ephedrine pills and a few bongs.
I check in on F – I stand at the end of the bed and briefly forget I’m on anything, then think ‘hey I feel stoned’ but realise I have not consumed any cannabis, just as I realise this everything kind of unfolds out around me building out from the initial clue to a warm calm open state of great sensory refinement and thought that is T4; this sort of pattern repeats many times over the day
Back downstairs we continue to chat about how we feel about our kids and many other topics that I feel inclined to look honestly at – the only problem at times is keeping hold of so many leads at once. Again as before the T4 seems very empathic. F comes down sobbing, the mushrooms causing her to relive a painful childhood memory; I hold her and immediately start crying as well in sympathy. I feel very open
I feel the smooth energy in my chest and think wow this stuff takes a long time to wear off but then there is no sharpness or bodyload other than extreme anorexia. I feel totally comfortable and at ease so the time length is no problem
We go up the road to sit in the formal gardens; they open a bottle of wine and I open a bottle of ale. I take a couple of swigs and get the feeling that all I will get out of consuming alcohol will be a groggy dehydrated feeling with a headache so I put the beer aside. What little I had seems to go to my head and I space out and am captivated by the glittering beech leaves above. We chat for some time and then I consume some more beer, which this time seems more agreeable and effect is much less evident.
After we arrive home and P leaves, I have a long bath to unwind, think over the day and analyse the still present effects
I sit with F on the front step trying to explain my use of the word ‘classy’ to describe T4. Even though the effects were in a lot of ways subtle it is a rather elegant and meditative state which I find fully satisfying. I feel that were the compound half the duration it would be a total winner.
By Bip Norris
8am I swallow 19mg 2CT-4. Approximately one hour later there is a definite ‘metallic’ effect, a sense of tightness and gut discomfort. This is soon joined by a tremble in the chest and some focal shift with textures and shapes seeming well defined and appealing with tight detail. I feel quite sick and rest in bed till I’m feeling better and it all starts to soften out. At the two hour point I lie in the computer room which seems to boom and reverberate with the noise of an overhead aeroplane. I feel I’m in a box hidden from that great vastness beyond.
Around 10.30 I go and lay in the garden to get warm in the sun like a reptile. I am now clearly recognising the T4’s flavour/personality from my first experience with it – there is a feeling of everything being in it’s right place and a feeling that almost nothing seems to be happening and yet I feel I could have a profound religious experience there and then just like that. It would be the simplest thing in the world. I close my eyes to follow this lead, in my mind’s eye I see the perfected forms of opium poppies and elder flowers (plants I have looked at this morning) illuminated from within and I find my self jumping/dancing from one bloom to another seeing if this form of travel can take me to ‘heaven’; it didn’t quite and yet this joyous childlike fantasy sequence seemed to have a graceful spiritual quality and was certainly a beautiful and treasured moment in this trip.
Just before the three hour point I make myself sick to finalise any remaining nausea issues and then return to the garden and start relishing the wonderful clarity of slight
I tidy the kitchen for a while but am becoming slightly confused and return to bed and just let ‘go’ entering a slowly drifting twisting psychedelic state. F was to join me in the 2CT-4 but due to menstrual issues decides on psilocybin sans harmaline (a recent tipple)
After midday F is starting to trip on mushrooms and P arrives – this momentarily throws me; I feel quite ‘out of it’ and have an ‘oh dear I’m tripping and I’m going to have trouble socialising’ feeling. I feel slightly awkward and discombobulated; Further P has some seriously disturbing and pressing issues that came up for a friend on MDMA that she needs to get off her chest. We sit down – what she is telling me is really heavy stuff (alleged incest) and I’m trying to give her my full attention. I’m trying to pull myself together. The body push is rather strong and my hands become numb but it quickly passes and soon interacting and conversation is absolutely fine and we discuss the situation at length. I then realise my unfortunate friend is sober so ply her with some ephedrine pills and a few bongs.
I check in on F – I stand at the end of the bed and briefly forget I’m on anything, then think ‘hey I feel stoned’ but realise I have not consumed any cannabis, just as I realise this everything kind of unfolds out around me building out from the initial clue to a warm calm open state of great sensory refinement and thought that is T4; this sort of pattern repeats many times over the day
Back downstairs we continue to chat about how we feel about our kids and many other topics that I feel inclined to look honestly at – the only problem at times is keeping hold of so many leads at once. Again as before the T4 seems very empathic. F comes down sobbing, the mushrooms causing her to relive a painful childhood memory; I hold her and immediately start crying as well in sympathy. I feel very open
I feel the smooth energy in my chest and think wow this stuff takes a long time to wear off but then there is no sharpness or bodyload other than extreme anorexia. I feel totally comfortable and at ease so the time length is no problem
We go up the road to sit in the formal gardens; they open a bottle of wine and I open a bottle of ale. I take a couple of swigs and get the feeling that all I will get out of consuming alcohol will be a groggy dehydrated feeling with a headache so I put the beer aside. What little I had seems to go to my head and I space out and am captivated by the glittering beech leaves above. We chat for some time and then I consume some more beer, which this time seems more agreeable and effect is much less evident.
After we arrive home and P leaves, I have a long bath to unwind, think over the day and analyse the still present effects
I sit with F on the front step trying to explain my use of the word ‘classy’ to describe T4. Even though the effects were in a lot of ways subtle it is a rather elegant and meditative state which I find fully satisfying. I feel that were the compound half the duration it would be a total winner.
