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2 more old but unplublished trip reports;
2,5-Dimethoxy-4-IsoPropylPhenethylamine (2CT-4)
By Bip Norris
I measured 10mg of 2CT-4 for my girlfriend and 20mg for myself and we swallowed the doses at 8.30am. I think I felt the first stirrings at around half an hour and I used the time to tidy the kitchen. F came home from her dog walk about an hour later and we ate a little porridge and went back to bed to warm up. There was a very soft stimulation rising very slowly and at about the second hour I was perhaps +2. My visual perception was starting to become clear, but breakfast was sitting like a lump of lead in my stomach. We went downstairs and sat chatting happily about evolutionary themes. There was a ‘glass like’ feel, a stimulation vaguely similar to that which I get at points on some other PEAs. There was also a little numbness in the extremities but it didn’t feel serious and after a while it passed. I wasn’t yet comfortable and was essentially waiting to be fully immersed in the state – to break through properly – my stomach felt awful and I went upstairs and vomited my breakfast up, which helped a bit. We went outside; it was snowy but with the sun shining on us it was warmer out than indoors. We became more animated, felt very social and played with bits of ice. One of our dogs chewed a bit of ice we gave her and then had to stop her eating more since she seemed to think it was food and was determined to eat the whole lot of it. We joked that eating ice was a bad evolutionary trait and if the ice age came the silly thing would be left standing on a glacier going ‘wow…food…everywhere!’
When we came back in we felt euphoric, the effects were much more definite. F brought up a personal issue but I didn’t follow this up since I was suddenly aware of what was the visual height of the experience – the emergence of ‘Julia sets’ in one of our rugs, and knelt down in order to study them.
F said she had eaten a few nuts and dates and her stomach felt better so I started to make a light vegetable soup – I felt strong anorexia but I did need some food. Whilst chopping the veg I started to feel a very odd stirring – like a prehistoric memory. I set them boiling and F called me in the living room asking me to just be with her since the moment felt profound. She could feel some good current rising. I could feel an inner silence; I said “I’m not expecting anything to happen” the moment was still, clear and meditative. Something felt important and so I turned the soup off, came back and sat in the chair with the sun pouring onto my closed eyes. Something was happening – it felt too bright but I was not sure if it was the sun or some inner light (I was later told I was twitching slightly in the chair) so I moved to the sofa closed my eyes and let myself go. It felt like there was the beginning of some head chakra activity and it felt very spiritual, but when I opened my eyes I could see everything was only one shade away from normal. The spiritual was here in the world. Often when tripping I hear strange collages of music in my head – I suppressed this since I didn’t want any cultural references to colour the experience. I felt an enormous energy welling up, I sat up and became as a shaman, possessed by this energy – much of me dissolved and for a while I sat there swaying about engrossed in the state. When I came out of it we just looked at each other for a bit…
I went to finish the soup hoping it would help since my stomach felt terrible. We ate & discussed what had happened – F had felt some ancient contact - she felt it linked to an entity she had encountered on one of our TMA-2 trips. I again felt a glassy, speedy sensation - it was rather strong but it still felt good & wholesome. We went to lie down for a bit and both felt a lot of push from the substance. I went to the toilet and sat there. For a little while the push was all I cared to handle. It wasn’t threatening but I was most glad I had taken no more than I had. I wondered what exactly these feelings were and I was reminded as often during experiments just how few people at this point had actually tried this stuff and how little was known about it. At one level this was a worry, but also a great privilege. The push passed a little, I went back to bed and for a while we discussed relationships and other things with great empathy. F wanted to be left to close her eyes and ‘go in’ to the trip. I went down stairs and sat for a while trying to analyse just what the drug’s effects were or what it’s personality or particular ‘flavour’ was. At first I sat there and it seemed for a moment that all I could feel was a speedy sensation the flavour of which, like most compounds I’ve tried, was unique. But no, there was so much more – a depth of emotion and thought. A reflective and empathic state, free perhaps, of many frills that might appeal to recreational users but very useful to those looking for such a state and prepared to work with the drug. It felt rational and leisurely, luxurious even, which is certainly in keeping with its duration. I listened to Tool’s Lateralus – the enhancement of music was superb. We then had a cup of tea. I had been coughing a lot all day, then remembered I had some DXM kicking around, I had taken 400mg ages back and not been super impressed with it’s mild disassociative effects but could now test it’s antitussive properties. I cut 15mg and necked it. We then got ready and took the dogs out for a walk. There was a wonderful auditory quality as cars passed and the birds sang. Everything was crystal clear with a minimum of distortion. Our walk through the snowy woods was wonderful. My cough had gone and we joked that I should post something on a drug culture forum saying ‘Wow! Has anyone out there ever though of using DXM as a cough suppressant?!’
We walked through the still, icy woods. It seemed very special. We felt bonded with both one another and with forest around. Conversation was engaging but punctuated by long silences in which we could simply absorb the surroundings. On the way back we talked and talked about many facets of psychedelics – we both felt a strong empathy for Alexander Shulgin 2CT-4s creator and it seemed to me we really have yet to understand the real impact of his work and of all the others networking, researching and moving the scene forward. Just working up the dosage of long lasting compounds like 2CT-4 and the braveness of such work seemed astounding. Even our whole lexicon of +1, +2, baseline, etc. has arisen out of his work and become accepted. I realised that, despite my recent sadness at the current state of prohibition, psychedelics would not disappear – it is an inevitable part of our evolution. It felt like such an honour to try 2CT-4 and so little information existed on it that I decided I would write up my report of this delightful compound in dedication to a man already old, who, of course I shall never meet but who’s work had certainly touched us greatly.
When we got back I realised there was hardly any change in the drug’s level of effect since we left. I still felt good but even if the drug wasn’t tiring much, I felt my own reserves were crumbling a little and decided to have a nice hot bath. I felt more centred than in a long time. Although it felt quite different something about the persistence of the drug reminded me of Ibogaine – a sort of ‘mineral’ energy but mainly its slow to fade nature.
I felt a bit better after this and soon made some pasta even though the suppression of my appetite was still very strong and after eating some I felt very bloated.
Sometime latter it seemed appropriate to take a little alcohol, which livened and relaxed me some. After going on the internet for some time we had a tea and decided on bed. 5mg of valium didn’t seem to dent the residual effects at all but another 5mg finally allowed closure to a splendid day. 2CT-4 seemed a wonderfully polite and refined psychedelic, the only negatives were the uncomfortable stomach (much worse for me) and perhaps its duration, which alone would limit its use (16-18hr). The dosage was good for both of us although next time I think I would take 19mg, hopefully keeping the mental effects largely untouched whilst reducing the push I noted around the peak by a fraction.
2,5-Dimethoxy-4-IsoPropylPhenethylamine (2CT-4)
By Bip Norris
I measured 10mg of 2CT-4 for my girlfriend and 20mg for myself and we swallowed the doses at 8.30am. I think I felt the first stirrings at around half an hour and I used the time to tidy the kitchen. F came home from her dog walk about an hour later and we ate a little porridge and went back to bed to warm up. There was a very soft stimulation rising very slowly and at about the second hour I was perhaps +2. My visual perception was starting to become clear, but breakfast was sitting like a lump of lead in my stomach. We went downstairs and sat chatting happily about evolutionary themes. There was a ‘glass like’ feel, a stimulation vaguely similar to that which I get at points on some other PEAs. There was also a little numbness in the extremities but it didn’t feel serious and after a while it passed. I wasn’t yet comfortable and was essentially waiting to be fully immersed in the state – to break through properly – my stomach felt awful and I went upstairs and vomited my breakfast up, which helped a bit. We went outside; it was snowy but with the sun shining on us it was warmer out than indoors. We became more animated, felt very social and played with bits of ice. One of our dogs chewed a bit of ice we gave her and then had to stop her eating more since she seemed to think it was food and was determined to eat the whole lot of it. We joked that eating ice was a bad evolutionary trait and if the ice age came the silly thing would be left standing on a glacier going ‘wow…food…everywhere!’
When we came back in we felt euphoric, the effects were much more definite. F brought up a personal issue but I didn’t follow this up since I was suddenly aware of what was the visual height of the experience – the emergence of ‘Julia sets’ in one of our rugs, and knelt down in order to study them.
F said she had eaten a few nuts and dates and her stomach felt better so I started to make a light vegetable soup – I felt strong anorexia but I did need some food. Whilst chopping the veg I started to feel a very odd stirring – like a prehistoric memory. I set them boiling and F called me in the living room asking me to just be with her since the moment felt profound. She could feel some good current rising. I could feel an inner silence; I said “I’m not expecting anything to happen” the moment was still, clear and meditative. Something felt important and so I turned the soup off, came back and sat in the chair with the sun pouring onto my closed eyes. Something was happening – it felt too bright but I was not sure if it was the sun or some inner light (I was later told I was twitching slightly in the chair) so I moved to the sofa closed my eyes and let myself go. It felt like there was the beginning of some head chakra activity and it felt very spiritual, but when I opened my eyes I could see everything was only one shade away from normal. The spiritual was here in the world. Often when tripping I hear strange collages of music in my head – I suppressed this since I didn’t want any cultural references to colour the experience. I felt an enormous energy welling up, I sat up and became as a shaman, possessed by this energy – much of me dissolved and for a while I sat there swaying about engrossed in the state. When I came out of it we just looked at each other for a bit…
I went to finish the soup hoping it would help since my stomach felt terrible. We ate & discussed what had happened – F had felt some ancient contact - she felt it linked to an entity she had encountered on one of our TMA-2 trips. I again felt a glassy, speedy sensation - it was rather strong but it still felt good & wholesome. We went to lie down for a bit and both felt a lot of push from the substance. I went to the toilet and sat there. For a little while the push was all I cared to handle. It wasn’t threatening but I was most glad I had taken no more than I had. I wondered what exactly these feelings were and I was reminded as often during experiments just how few people at this point had actually tried this stuff and how little was known about it. At one level this was a worry, but also a great privilege. The push passed a little, I went back to bed and for a while we discussed relationships and other things with great empathy. F wanted to be left to close her eyes and ‘go in’ to the trip. I went down stairs and sat for a while trying to analyse just what the drug’s effects were or what it’s personality or particular ‘flavour’ was. At first I sat there and it seemed for a moment that all I could feel was a speedy sensation the flavour of which, like most compounds I’ve tried, was unique. But no, there was so much more – a depth of emotion and thought. A reflective and empathic state, free perhaps, of many frills that might appeal to recreational users but very useful to those looking for such a state and prepared to work with the drug. It felt rational and leisurely, luxurious even, which is certainly in keeping with its duration. I listened to Tool’s Lateralus – the enhancement of music was superb. We then had a cup of tea. I had been coughing a lot all day, then remembered I had some DXM kicking around, I had taken 400mg ages back and not been super impressed with it’s mild disassociative effects but could now test it’s antitussive properties. I cut 15mg and necked it. We then got ready and took the dogs out for a walk. There was a wonderful auditory quality as cars passed and the birds sang. Everything was crystal clear with a minimum of distortion. Our walk through the snowy woods was wonderful. My cough had gone and we joked that I should post something on a drug culture forum saying ‘Wow! Has anyone out there ever though of using DXM as a cough suppressant?!’
We walked through the still, icy woods. It seemed very special. We felt bonded with both one another and with forest around. Conversation was engaging but punctuated by long silences in which we could simply absorb the surroundings. On the way back we talked and talked about many facets of psychedelics – we both felt a strong empathy for Alexander Shulgin 2CT-4s creator and it seemed to me we really have yet to understand the real impact of his work and of all the others networking, researching and moving the scene forward. Just working up the dosage of long lasting compounds like 2CT-4 and the braveness of such work seemed astounding. Even our whole lexicon of +1, +2, baseline, etc. has arisen out of his work and become accepted. I realised that, despite my recent sadness at the current state of prohibition, psychedelics would not disappear – it is an inevitable part of our evolution. It felt like such an honour to try 2CT-4 and so little information existed on it that I decided I would write up my report of this delightful compound in dedication to a man already old, who, of course I shall never meet but who’s work had certainly touched us greatly.
When we got back I realised there was hardly any change in the drug’s level of effect since we left. I still felt good but even if the drug wasn’t tiring much, I felt my own reserves were crumbling a little and decided to have a nice hot bath. I felt more centred than in a long time. Although it felt quite different something about the persistence of the drug reminded me of Ibogaine – a sort of ‘mineral’ energy but mainly its slow to fade nature.
I felt a bit better after this and soon made some pasta even though the suppression of my appetite was still very strong and after eating some I felt very bloated.
Sometime latter it seemed appropriate to take a little alcohol, which livened and relaxed me some. After going on the internet for some time we had a tea and decided on bed. 5mg of valium didn’t seem to dent the residual effects at all but another 5mg finally allowed closure to a splendid day. 2CT-4 seemed a wonderfully polite and refined psychedelic, the only negatives were the uncomfortable stomach (much worse for me) and perhaps its duration, which alone would limit its use (16-18hr). The dosage was good for both of us although next time I think I would take 19mg, hopefully keeping the mental effects largely untouched whilst reducing the push I noted around the peak by a fraction.
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I guess it is probably good that it didn't remind you of crank 