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Date: September 10th, 2010
Time: 4:15pm - 8:00pm
Drug: 4-acetoxy-dimethyltryptamine
Dose: 7mg?
Location(s): Pittsburgh
Prelude:
Some 4-Aco-DMT arrived in my mailbox last week, shortly followed by a milligram scale. I had heard a lot about this chemical and was excited to give it a shot. I've had experience with quite a few psychedelics leading up to this one, including mushrooms, but of my various trips my mushroom trips have been the least successful. The first time I took 1/2 of an 1/8th and got threshold effects, the second time I took the same dose for breakfast on an empty stomach by myself in a terrible set and setting and at the time having very little experience; I proceded to trip moderately hard but had a terrible time of things. I was excited to experience "easy" mushrooms, as this chemical was being called. No vomiting, no "fear", etc.
The Experience:
3 people had gathered at my apartment, plus myself. 2 friends (Jamie and Dustin) who wished to try the substance, and my girlfriend who would oversee the event. I'm pretty well versed in psychedelics, although by no means a pro, and this was the first "research chemical" I would be trying since my harrowing 2C-I experience over 2 years earlier, so I was pretty apprehensive, especially when the milligram scale I ordered proved to be pretty unreliable. My 2 friends were not at all experienced with psychedelics (although Jamie had previously smoked Salvia Divinorum), but were very interested in the field. I had suggested this would be a good stepping stone to LSD.
I measured out 3 doses with my extremely unreliable scale. My original intent was to shoot for 8mg, I ended up with 3 doses that the scale measured as 6, 7, and 8mg. Weighing the remaining powder of the 250mg I received showed a missing 34 milligrams. So, the dose could've been anywhere between 6 and 12mg. We dropped the foul tasting powder into some applesauce cups and consumed it. I took the 7mg pile, Jamie took 6 and Dustin took 8 (because he "wanted to trip, man"). It tasted complexly bad, not just bitter like I expected, but offensive to almost all the facets of my tasting ability. It was almost exactly what I always imagined manure to taste like, but drastically worse than I had imagined.
Within 20 minutes we began to feel effects. Very light, goofy, mostly physical. After 45 minutes, and after having read that this substance had a quick onset, I decided the rather bland effects weren't going to get much more pronounced, so we began to smoke some quality marijuana. I was wrong, the effects would get much more intense. I suspect we took more than the scale registered. We smoked hookah and shot the shit, eventually we decided to venture outside, because psychedelics usually are better enjoyed while "roaming free". I was wrong again.
As soon as we left my apartment things started to get wonky. We decided to walk to the Cathedral of Learning (at the University of Pittsburgh) and admire its architecture. Half way there, I was thoroughly sick of walking. People looked funny, there was plenty of size distortion. Over the course of the walk, the effects went from being primarily weed with the psilacetin adding "something", to mostly psilacetin with little to no trace of cannabis. By the time we made it to the Cathedral, we were tripping much harder than before. We exited almost as soon as we entered, and decided to get some food. Dustin, against our advice, split off of us and went to get chinese, while Jamie, my girlfriend and I went to get soup. As we were in line, we found out they were out of bread bowls. I said "I'm so confused" multiple times during this conversation. I looked behind me and saw a police officer with this pen and pad out. I immediately left the building. I called my girlfriend from outside to tell her why, and I circled the block while they waited for soup. On the way I saw a dead bird on the front of a parked car -- "oh shit!". I was tripping pretty hard, and it was a beautiful day out, I was happy to do it. Eventually I realized we were right near a police station, so a police officer being there probably wasn't unusual. I re-entered the shop and after we received our food we went back to my apartment. Meanwhile, Dustin went to the park, and apparently had a "beautiful" time.
As soon as I entered my apartment building my visual field exploded. I had been having hallucinations of size and shape prior to this, but it was like I could suddenly see all the colorful hallucinations that had been "drowned out" by the light of being outside. Everything had a colorful aura, there were spots and swirls dancing all around my vision. We got inside, and I sat down in my recliner while Jamie found a spot on the couch. My girlfriend decided to take a nap. For the next 2 hours (bringing the total trip time to about 4 hours) I sat in my recliner, not motivated to move in any way. I put on the Grateful Dead's American Beauty album, something that had comforted me during my last acid trip when I had heard it for the first time. Something about that band and psychedelics just makes it a tremendous combination, and I hardly ever listen to any kind of "rock" music. As I listened to "Ripple" and "Brokedown Palace", I became a river stretched out in my recliner. I felt like I was a conduit for energy that flowed from my head, downslope and out my feet. I could feel it pushing me, and indeed it was moving rather quickly through me, but I was still the river. At any given second, the composition and arrangement of a river is entirely different than the previous second, In fact in some set amount of time it could be said that a river is completely "new", there is no molecule of water in it that was in it x amount of time ago - but it was still the river. People are the same way, I feel like I'm an entirely different "me" than I was 10 years ago, even 5. I may think some of the same thought processes, but most of them are different, even the cells in my body are different. It was the closest I've ever felt to having a "soul". I've always thought it was rather naive and selfish to believe without any evidence that something of us continues on after we die into some other world or other body (I still do), but something has indeed continued on from "me" to "me", no matter how much I change I still am the same person in some sense. I retain those memories of former selves within the same body and life. It seemed a little more rational to believe something like that might continue even past physical life, although I to this day am not one of the people that believe that. Throughout the entirety of the Grateful Dead album I laid essentially in that same position, feeling everything flow through me. My visual field was spectacular, my ceiling was changing color and morphing just like it had on my previous (bad) psilocybe mushroom adventure, but I felt none of the discomfort or anxiety that I had felt then. I kept thinking "man I should be nervous right now, I'm tripping so hard", but I simply couldn't bring myself to come to my own senses defenses. Yes I was tripping very hard, but that was perfectly ok, I could sit here in this chair and trip all day, why the fuck not? I've never felt that on any psychedelic, for me anxiety and at some point wanting to be sober again has always been an element of my psychedelic experience. There's always been a sense of catharsis that I've cited as a negative to taking drugs like LSD. "Why can't I just relax during these things?" I always wondered. In the midst of finally doing just that I found myself missing the challenge.
The next album we listened to (the reason I mention this is because the music we listened to was the only measure of time I really had during this period) was Good Things by Aloe Blacc - a soul album. I went from laying down to sitting up for this one, I jammed along with the music and really noticed an enhancement or at least an alteration in the way I listened to music. I became analytical, I could hear how the instrumentation was separate but also contributing to a whole. The visual field during this time really reminded me of LSD, but instead of feeling like I wanted to go out and conquer the world, all I wanted to do was be sedentary and let music hit my face. I closed my eyes and watched swirling patterns of colored smoke form into a green and yellow tree and root system. I opened my eyes and saw colors flow into the rasterbation of J Dilla I have on my wall, filling in the spaces between the dots. Neither me nor Jamie spoke very much during these 2 hours (from the beginning of American Beauty to the end of Good Things), there was just too much going on. The only sentences spoken were in praise of the chemical. I feel like I could've rather easily fallen asleep during most of this experience, I now understand why people call mushrooms dreamy. At one point I described myself as a lizard on a hot rock.
By T+3:45 or so I was able to get up and fire up the hookah. We smoked and discussed the day - it was a blast. At this level we agreed that the trip was almost purely recreational, there was some introspection, but not the type of "put it in your face and shake it" introspection I get from LSD. I felt less "accomplished" at the end of it, but I still very much value this experience. The winters here in Pittsburgh are long and cold, I am so grateful to have finally found something I can take and enjoy indoors. The duration is also very nice, I was able to go to my classes until 3pm, come home and trip, and then go out and enjoy the rest of my night with my girlfriend. I feel that I can use this substance to explore some nice headspaces without having to set aside my day to day activities, and that's just great. This is going to find its way into my collection as a permanent addition. Its easier to get and cheaper than mushrooms, and honestly I prefer it (although my experiences with mushrooms are limited). That flavor though... I'm going to need to buy some gelcaps.
substancecode_4acodmt
Time: 4:15pm - 8:00pm
Drug: 4-acetoxy-dimethyltryptamine
Dose: 7mg?
Location(s): Pittsburgh
Prelude:
Some 4-Aco-DMT arrived in my mailbox last week, shortly followed by a milligram scale. I had heard a lot about this chemical and was excited to give it a shot. I've had experience with quite a few psychedelics leading up to this one, including mushrooms, but of my various trips my mushroom trips have been the least successful. The first time I took 1/2 of an 1/8th and got threshold effects, the second time I took the same dose for breakfast on an empty stomach by myself in a terrible set and setting and at the time having very little experience; I proceded to trip moderately hard but had a terrible time of things. I was excited to experience "easy" mushrooms, as this chemical was being called. No vomiting, no "fear", etc.
The Experience:
3 people had gathered at my apartment, plus myself. 2 friends (Jamie and Dustin) who wished to try the substance, and my girlfriend who would oversee the event. I'm pretty well versed in psychedelics, although by no means a pro, and this was the first "research chemical" I would be trying since my harrowing 2C-I experience over 2 years earlier, so I was pretty apprehensive, especially when the milligram scale I ordered proved to be pretty unreliable. My 2 friends were not at all experienced with psychedelics (although Jamie had previously smoked Salvia Divinorum), but were very interested in the field. I had suggested this would be a good stepping stone to LSD.
I measured out 3 doses with my extremely unreliable scale. My original intent was to shoot for 8mg, I ended up with 3 doses that the scale measured as 6, 7, and 8mg. Weighing the remaining powder of the 250mg I received showed a missing 34 milligrams. So, the dose could've been anywhere between 6 and 12mg. We dropped the foul tasting powder into some applesauce cups and consumed it. I took the 7mg pile, Jamie took 6 and Dustin took 8 (because he "wanted to trip, man"). It tasted complexly bad, not just bitter like I expected, but offensive to almost all the facets of my tasting ability. It was almost exactly what I always imagined manure to taste like, but drastically worse than I had imagined.
Within 20 minutes we began to feel effects. Very light, goofy, mostly physical. After 45 minutes, and after having read that this substance had a quick onset, I decided the rather bland effects weren't going to get much more pronounced, so we began to smoke some quality marijuana. I was wrong, the effects would get much more intense. I suspect we took more than the scale registered. We smoked hookah and shot the shit, eventually we decided to venture outside, because psychedelics usually are better enjoyed while "roaming free". I was wrong again.
As soon as we left my apartment things started to get wonky. We decided to walk to the Cathedral of Learning (at the University of Pittsburgh) and admire its architecture. Half way there, I was thoroughly sick of walking. People looked funny, there was plenty of size distortion. Over the course of the walk, the effects went from being primarily weed with the psilacetin adding "something", to mostly psilacetin with little to no trace of cannabis. By the time we made it to the Cathedral, we were tripping much harder than before. We exited almost as soon as we entered, and decided to get some food. Dustin, against our advice, split off of us and went to get chinese, while Jamie, my girlfriend and I went to get soup. As we were in line, we found out they were out of bread bowls. I said "I'm so confused" multiple times during this conversation. I looked behind me and saw a police officer with this pen and pad out. I immediately left the building. I called my girlfriend from outside to tell her why, and I circled the block while they waited for soup. On the way I saw a dead bird on the front of a parked car -- "oh shit!". I was tripping pretty hard, and it was a beautiful day out, I was happy to do it. Eventually I realized we were right near a police station, so a police officer being there probably wasn't unusual. I re-entered the shop and after we received our food we went back to my apartment. Meanwhile, Dustin went to the park, and apparently had a "beautiful" time.
As soon as I entered my apartment building my visual field exploded. I had been having hallucinations of size and shape prior to this, but it was like I could suddenly see all the colorful hallucinations that had been "drowned out" by the light of being outside. Everything had a colorful aura, there were spots and swirls dancing all around my vision. We got inside, and I sat down in my recliner while Jamie found a spot on the couch. My girlfriend decided to take a nap. For the next 2 hours (bringing the total trip time to about 4 hours) I sat in my recliner, not motivated to move in any way. I put on the Grateful Dead's American Beauty album, something that had comforted me during my last acid trip when I had heard it for the first time. Something about that band and psychedelics just makes it a tremendous combination, and I hardly ever listen to any kind of "rock" music. As I listened to "Ripple" and "Brokedown Palace", I became a river stretched out in my recliner. I felt like I was a conduit for energy that flowed from my head, downslope and out my feet. I could feel it pushing me, and indeed it was moving rather quickly through me, but I was still the river. At any given second, the composition and arrangement of a river is entirely different than the previous second, In fact in some set amount of time it could be said that a river is completely "new", there is no molecule of water in it that was in it x amount of time ago - but it was still the river. People are the same way, I feel like I'm an entirely different "me" than I was 10 years ago, even 5. I may think some of the same thought processes, but most of them are different, even the cells in my body are different. It was the closest I've ever felt to having a "soul". I've always thought it was rather naive and selfish to believe without any evidence that something of us continues on after we die into some other world or other body (I still do), but something has indeed continued on from "me" to "me", no matter how much I change I still am the same person in some sense. I retain those memories of former selves within the same body and life. It seemed a little more rational to believe something like that might continue even past physical life, although I to this day am not one of the people that believe that. Throughout the entirety of the Grateful Dead album I laid essentially in that same position, feeling everything flow through me. My visual field was spectacular, my ceiling was changing color and morphing just like it had on my previous (bad) psilocybe mushroom adventure, but I felt none of the discomfort or anxiety that I had felt then. I kept thinking "man I should be nervous right now, I'm tripping so hard", but I simply couldn't bring myself to come to my own senses defenses. Yes I was tripping very hard, but that was perfectly ok, I could sit here in this chair and trip all day, why the fuck not? I've never felt that on any psychedelic, for me anxiety and at some point wanting to be sober again has always been an element of my psychedelic experience. There's always been a sense of catharsis that I've cited as a negative to taking drugs like LSD. "Why can't I just relax during these things?" I always wondered. In the midst of finally doing just that I found myself missing the challenge.
The next album we listened to (the reason I mention this is because the music we listened to was the only measure of time I really had during this period) was Good Things by Aloe Blacc - a soul album. I went from laying down to sitting up for this one, I jammed along with the music and really noticed an enhancement or at least an alteration in the way I listened to music. I became analytical, I could hear how the instrumentation was separate but also contributing to a whole. The visual field during this time really reminded me of LSD, but instead of feeling like I wanted to go out and conquer the world, all I wanted to do was be sedentary and let music hit my face. I closed my eyes and watched swirling patterns of colored smoke form into a green and yellow tree and root system. I opened my eyes and saw colors flow into the rasterbation of J Dilla I have on my wall, filling in the spaces between the dots. Neither me nor Jamie spoke very much during these 2 hours (from the beginning of American Beauty to the end of Good Things), there was just too much going on. The only sentences spoken were in praise of the chemical. I feel like I could've rather easily fallen asleep during most of this experience, I now understand why people call mushrooms dreamy. At one point I described myself as a lizard on a hot rock.
By T+3:45 or so I was able to get up and fire up the hookah. We smoked and discussed the day - it was a blast. At this level we agreed that the trip was almost purely recreational, there was some introspection, but not the type of "put it in your face and shake it" introspection I get from LSD. I felt less "accomplished" at the end of it, but I still very much value this experience. The winters here in Pittsburgh are long and cold, I am so grateful to have finally found something I can take and enjoy indoors. The duration is also very nice, I was able to go to my classes until 3pm, come home and trip, and then go out and enjoy the rest of my night with my girlfriend. I feel that I can use this substance to explore some nice headspaces without having to set aside my day to day activities, and that's just great. This is going to find its way into my collection as a permanent addition. Its easier to get and cheaper than mushrooms, and honestly I prefer it (although my experiences with mushrooms are limited). That flavor though... I'm going to need to buy some gelcaps.
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