TheAppleCore
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(Credit goes to our Jamshyd for first describing 3-MeO-PCP as a "consistently biphasic dissociative".)
Yesterday I had my first encounter with 3-MeO-PCP.
Very interesting compound. The most significant observation I will make, in comparing it to MXE, is that it's much more "serious" and less recreational, although it seems to have greater power as a therapeutic tool.
I took it intranasally. First I started with a cautious dose, ~2 mg. I waited around half an hour, didn't feel anything. Sniffed ~4 mg. Waited another 45 minutes, effects seemed mild, sniffed another 4 mg. Et cetera. By T + 2.5 hours, I had insufflated a total of 22 mg. It crept up on me very insidiously. I kept taking more and more, because the dissociation was so transparent. I was being affected without even realizing it, as though the lens that 3-MeO-PCP was using to distort my perception was crystal clear. By the time the final 6 mg hit, however, I realized that I was thoroughly altered.
At first there was no enjoyable or interesting effect whatsoever -- the primary symptom was that my intellect was essentially completely destroyed, forcing me to act and make decisions purely on a primal, instinctual level of thought. Not fun, but rather frightening, like losing an appendage. I remember describing the drug as "satanic" to a friend through instant-message. I did begin to enjoy the immersion it granted me when playing a computer game, but after a little while, the hectic gameplay became overwhelming, so I instead decided to go on a walk.
As I was making my way through the suburbs toward the local wilderness reserve, I was almost paranoid that I was incapable of handling myself in the outdoor world. I was consciously telling myself things like, "When you get to the street corner, Apple, DO NOT keep walking, but turn right." as a compensation for my apparent mental handicap. By the time I got down into the canyon, I was experiencing an emotional roller coaster. I remember, first I was very excited by all of the possibilities and opportunities that were being presented to me at this stage of my life. Then I became incredibly frustrated that things didn't seem to be moving along fast enough, that I didn't seem to be making enough tangible progress toward realizing these possibilities, and I began to cry. It felt like I was being deliberately teased, tortured by my creator. All of these wonderful, tempting gems and jewels were being dangled right in front of my nose, but I just didn't have the motivation or organizational skills to reach out and snatch them. It occurred to me that the sum totality of existence is the doing of a single being that powerfully loves itself, but hates itself just the same -- God and Satan were two sides of the same coin, and it was inescapable.
Then, around halfway through my walk, began the most interesting phase. A powerful calming of my mind, and an unprecedented softening of my anxiety disorder. I can't recall a single, previous moment in my life that I was so completely relaxed. Without the constant chatter of anxious or paranoid thoughts, the magical glow of the twilit canyon shone deeply into my consciousness, and resonated with my soul. Suddenly I was inspired with a hypothesis for a mathematical function that might be used to describe the effect that a psychoactive drug has on a particular psychological variable, in the subject. As soon as I got home I immediately took out a pad of graphing paper and began to try to work out the exact expression. My calculus is pretty rusty, so I haven't developed the function yet, but I'm hoping that some day it can be tested in a study.
The rest of the evening was filled with fantastically deep conversations with friends, free of any social anxiety. At some points, I became so emotionally involved in a conversation that I had to fight back tears. The cherry on top of the whole trip was the extremely vivid, eidetic, hypnagogic imagery that I saw as I was falling asleep. Some of it resembled things I've seen on DMT flashes.
Yesterday I had my first encounter with 3-MeO-PCP.
Very interesting compound. The most significant observation I will make, in comparing it to MXE, is that it's much more "serious" and less recreational, although it seems to have greater power as a therapeutic tool.
I took it intranasally. First I started with a cautious dose, ~2 mg. I waited around half an hour, didn't feel anything. Sniffed ~4 mg. Waited another 45 minutes, effects seemed mild, sniffed another 4 mg. Et cetera. By T + 2.5 hours, I had insufflated a total of 22 mg. It crept up on me very insidiously. I kept taking more and more, because the dissociation was so transparent. I was being affected without even realizing it, as though the lens that 3-MeO-PCP was using to distort my perception was crystal clear. By the time the final 6 mg hit, however, I realized that I was thoroughly altered.
At first there was no enjoyable or interesting effect whatsoever -- the primary symptom was that my intellect was essentially completely destroyed, forcing me to act and make decisions purely on a primal, instinctual level of thought. Not fun, but rather frightening, like losing an appendage. I remember describing the drug as "satanic" to a friend through instant-message. I did begin to enjoy the immersion it granted me when playing a computer game, but after a little while, the hectic gameplay became overwhelming, so I instead decided to go on a walk.
As I was making my way through the suburbs toward the local wilderness reserve, I was almost paranoid that I was incapable of handling myself in the outdoor world. I was consciously telling myself things like, "When you get to the street corner, Apple, DO NOT keep walking, but turn right." as a compensation for my apparent mental handicap. By the time I got down into the canyon, I was experiencing an emotional roller coaster. I remember, first I was very excited by all of the possibilities and opportunities that were being presented to me at this stage of my life. Then I became incredibly frustrated that things didn't seem to be moving along fast enough, that I didn't seem to be making enough tangible progress toward realizing these possibilities, and I began to cry. It felt like I was being deliberately teased, tortured by my creator. All of these wonderful, tempting gems and jewels were being dangled right in front of my nose, but I just didn't have the motivation or organizational skills to reach out and snatch them. It occurred to me that the sum totality of existence is the doing of a single being that powerfully loves itself, but hates itself just the same -- God and Satan were two sides of the same coin, and it was inescapable.
Then, around halfway through my walk, began the most interesting phase. A powerful calming of my mind, and an unprecedented softening of my anxiety disorder. I can't recall a single, previous moment in my life that I was so completely relaxed. Without the constant chatter of anxious or paranoid thoughts, the magical glow of the twilit canyon shone deeply into my consciousness, and resonated with my soul. Suddenly I was inspired with a hypothesis for a mathematical function that might be used to describe the effect that a psychoactive drug has on a particular psychological variable, in the subject. As soon as I got home I immediately took out a pad of graphing paper and began to try to work out the exact expression. My calculus is pretty rusty, so I haven't developed the function yet, but I'm hoping that some day it can be tested in a study.
The rest of the evening was filled with fantastically deep conversations with friends, free of any social anxiety. At some points, I became so emotionally involved in a conversation that I had to fight back tears. The cherry on top of the whole trip was the extremely vivid, eidetic, hypnagogic imagery that I saw as I was falling asleep. Some of it resembled things I've seen on DMT flashes.
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