PaganMorality
Bluelighter
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A quick physical summary:
22mg 4-HO-Dipt, Oral ingestion, a wholly good and enlightening experience.
Now for the rest.
Mindset and Setting: I consider myself a happy person, I rarely get depressed - chalk it up to good genes or a positive outlook. At the time, I mostly did drugs just to have fun, to stereotypically chill with friends on a weekend night. I did this drug at a party down the hall (I live in a college dorm currently), about 15 people were there and relaxing. There was techno-trance music playing in the background, almost everyone else was on 2C-I and passing around nitrous and cannabis. I only took 4-HO, which I specifically asked for at this dosage from a friend, having read about the substance both here and on erowid. Drugs affect me hard, and I knew it was a relatively high dose. It was nighttime, about 3 am, with no responsibilities for a couple days. I'm of the mind that you shouldn't 'make' time for drugs - that indicates dependence. Drugs will make themselves time. But enough about personal preferences.
Preparations: I fasted for six hours before (unintentionally), even though I wasn't expecting any nausea, nor did I get any. Word on erowid indicates that 4-HO only lasts 3 or 4 hours, so I didn't get any 'trip water' or anything like that to maintain my physical well-being. I also didn't prepare by meditating or centering myself. I am on no medications or herbs, except possibly some caffeine still in my system. I'm 20 years old.
Dosage: Exactly 22 mg 4-hydroxy-diisopropyltryptamine, ingested in a gelcap at 3:15 am.
Experience: I took the gelcap in a nearby bathroom and went to the party. I looked at some wall murals while my friends C and D talked about ridiculous things and did some nitrous. C says "Wouldn't it be great if the first thought you had after doing a drug was to do more of it immediately?" We all laugh, and D hands him the nitrous again. Time passes. Half an hour or so. Chatting with friends. I feel an alertness in my flesh now, an efferevescent 'thereness' that you can only know if you've done this sort of thing before. My skin is prickly, unsettled. My heartbeat is quickening now, perhaps 90 bpm. I look around for my friend A, who I had planned on meeting there. There's a floaty feeling in the center of me, a back-and-forth butterfly vibration coming stronger in waves. This is nice. This isn't DPT, that horrible WRONGNESS oh-my-god-what-have-i-done get OUT of my body NOW NOW NOW NOW chkchkchkchkchkchkBAM you're in a new world. No way. This is a smooth ride to the stratosphere. I find A and his friend B, and us three sit down in the center of the main room to watch a movie I haven't seen before. It's a cartoon, with the sound turned off and techno in its place. There's a beautiful synchronicity between the music and the video, and I feel compelled to watch.
Time passes... When was I doing anything besides watching the movie and sitting here? I can't remember. My short-term memory is shot. I have been laughing since the beginning of time. It is so funny. I'm thirsty but I do not require water. I've continually finished running a race, I'm exhausted but I feel! so! good! Holy brilliance, I am euphoria. Eventually the movie ends, but I am still way up high in the clouds. Visuals now. The movie poster in front of me, Reservoir Dogs, is swishing in the non-breeze, the characters in the poster moving back and forth in the frame continuously. I stand up. The final wave hits meKABAAM! I look around and freeze. There is an all-encompassing spiral everywhere, in and outside my vision, imparted upon the floor and walls and people and everything. The couch is connected to me, back to the couch, up the wall, across the bureau, a fractalized synthesia that commands all of my control. I have a hunch, a hunch, the music is creating this world! My body twists in spirals, doubling back and forth, spasms, but it feels good! but I am very here, in this moment, watching people come in and out the room.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM the techno is taking me over. Pure pleasure is shooting across my skin, tingling every vein and hair. It's a mental orgasm, sustained like a wailing guitar solo. My brain is fire, blazing trails of seeking madness every 2 and 4 and 2~ and 4~ and 2~!! and 4~!! music music music oh CHRIST that's strong and I love it all! the body vibrations, the tremors, they are created by and are continuous with music, with tactile here and thereness, oh where oh where are my friends? I stumble out into the hallway, and my friends A and D are there. I am out of my mind the most, they are fine. Words are exchanged, everything we say is hilarious and CANNOT be written down because it is too funny! too funny! my sides burst. conversation is so limitless to me. I move into the bathroom, stare at my image in a mirror. My hair, down to my shoulders, is drifting in a non-existent wind. I can see my muscles and veins clearly defined.
After chatting for a while I notice the music from the room is pulling me towards it. My friends go away, I don't know where, the music physically pulls me into the room again, like an insistent child. Let me explain. There is no defying the music. It controls my muscles. There's no thought of 'must' or 'shall' move or 'will' move. I simply move. The music is. I am. I function only as a semblance of the sheer music will, and samely over-observe myself contracting and pulsing along the floor, the patterned floor, drawing near the pounding beat beat beat of my will. There is no revelation. There is no spiritual guidance. There is only control, and I have none. I am GLAD to have none. the music is the only god. Peak.
*cough*
Later on, the pleasure still tactilizes me and persuades me, but I go home to my room, just down the hall. Only three hours have passed! massive massive time dilation is happening. It's crazy. I put on some bjork and close my eyes. Music videos manifest into almost-seeing, almost-being. Now I have control, and intense visions sparkle in my black black world. So many passing colors, so many passing nerves just sparkling and sparkling and sparkling. I'm sweating, my heart's beating fast. The cat comes over and licks the sweat off of my arms and sits with me. Finally, after a couple more minutes, I wander to bed, and fall asleep into a strange hypnosis, and awake 8 hours later, rested, thirsty, and feeling GREAT! The world is new and I'm going outside.
Reflections (it's no january - a rough draft of the above was originally written in august) : there's a mystical quality about this substance. There isn't any of the unpleasant stimulation that accompanies 2C-I or DPT, and the body feeling isn't creepy-crawly like some. It has a very pleasant vibe.
Unlike the AMT groups it does not feel toxic, although I share the lethargy
associated with these drugs as a side effect. The arm and leg tremors are very present, although not irritating. At points it had a DPT-like world-sweeping quality to it, as if I was being taken out of reality into a new place. I haven't taken psilocybin, so I can't compare. If I had to compare, I would say 4-HO-DiPT is most like DPT, only less intense and more positive. This journey has made me reconsider the point of entheogens in my life, and I am slowly looking into studies concerning entheogens and religion, and the nature of perception. At peak I was "shown" such a strange thing accompanied with such strange thoughts - thoughts of power and true understanding, now lost. Intriguing. What a quest for information.
substancecode_4hodipt
explevel_firsttime
22mg 4-HO-Dipt, Oral ingestion, a wholly good and enlightening experience.
Now for the rest.
Mindset and Setting: I consider myself a happy person, I rarely get depressed - chalk it up to good genes or a positive outlook. At the time, I mostly did drugs just to have fun, to stereotypically chill with friends on a weekend night. I did this drug at a party down the hall (I live in a college dorm currently), about 15 people were there and relaxing. There was techno-trance music playing in the background, almost everyone else was on 2C-I and passing around nitrous and cannabis. I only took 4-HO, which I specifically asked for at this dosage from a friend, having read about the substance both here and on erowid. Drugs affect me hard, and I knew it was a relatively high dose. It was nighttime, about 3 am, with no responsibilities for a couple days. I'm of the mind that you shouldn't 'make' time for drugs - that indicates dependence. Drugs will make themselves time. But enough about personal preferences.
Preparations: I fasted for six hours before (unintentionally), even though I wasn't expecting any nausea, nor did I get any. Word on erowid indicates that 4-HO only lasts 3 or 4 hours, so I didn't get any 'trip water' or anything like that to maintain my physical well-being. I also didn't prepare by meditating or centering myself. I am on no medications or herbs, except possibly some caffeine still in my system. I'm 20 years old.
Dosage: Exactly 22 mg 4-hydroxy-diisopropyltryptamine, ingested in a gelcap at 3:15 am.
Experience: I took the gelcap in a nearby bathroom and went to the party. I looked at some wall murals while my friends C and D talked about ridiculous things and did some nitrous. C says "Wouldn't it be great if the first thought you had after doing a drug was to do more of it immediately?" We all laugh, and D hands him the nitrous again. Time passes. Half an hour or so. Chatting with friends. I feel an alertness in my flesh now, an efferevescent 'thereness' that you can only know if you've done this sort of thing before. My skin is prickly, unsettled. My heartbeat is quickening now, perhaps 90 bpm. I look around for my friend A, who I had planned on meeting there. There's a floaty feeling in the center of me, a back-and-forth butterfly vibration coming stronger in waves. This is nice. This isn't DPT, that horrible WRONGNESS oh-my-god-what-have-i-done get OUT of my body NOW NOW NOW NOW chkchkchkchkchkchkBAM you're in a new world. No way. This is a smooth ride to the stratosphere. I find A and his friend B, and us three sit down in the center of the main room to watch a movie I haven't seen before. It's a cartoon, with the sound turned off and techno in its place. There's a beautiful synchronicity between the music and the video, and I feel compelled to watch.
Time passes... When was I doing anything besides watching the movie and sitting here? I can't remember. My short-term memory is shot. I have been laughing since the beginning of time. It is so funny. I'm thirsty but I do not require water. I've continually finished running a race, I'm exhausted but I feel! so! good! Holy brilliance, I am euphoria. Eventually the movie ends, but I am still way up high in the clouds. Visuals now. The movie poster in front of me, Reservoir Dogs, is swishing in the non-breeze, the characters in the poster moving back and forth in the frame continuously. I stand up. The final wave hits meKABAAM! I look around and freeze. There is an all-encompassing spiral everywhere, in and outside my vision, imparted upon the floor and walls and people and everything. The couch is connected to me, back to the couch, up the wall, across the bureau, a fractalized synthesia that commands all of my control. I have a hunch, a hunch, the music is creating this world! My body twists in spirals, doubling back and forth, spasms, but it feels good! but I am very here, in this moment, watching people come in and out the room.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM the techno is taking me over. Pure pleasure is shooting across my skin, tingling every vein and hair. It's a mental orgasm, sustained like a wailing guitar solo. My brain is fire, blazing trails of seeking madness every 2 and 4 and 2~ and 4~ and 2~!! and 4~!! music music music oh CHRIST that's strong and I love it all! the body vibrations, the tremors, they are created by and are continuous with music, with tactile here and thereness, oh where oh where are my friends? I stumble out into the hallway, and my friends A and D are there. I am out of my mind the most, they are fine. Words are exchanged, everything we say is hilarious and CANNOT be written down because it is too funny! too funny! my sides burst. conversation is so limitless to me. I move into the bathroom, stare at my image in a mirror. My hair, down to my shoulders, is drifting in a non-existent wind. I can see my muscles and veins clearly defined.
After chatting for a while I notice the music from the room is pulling me towards it. My friends go away, I don't know where, the music physically pulls me into the room again, like an insistent child. Let me explain. There is no defying the music. It controls my muscles. There's no thought of 'must' or 'shall' move or 'will' move. I simply move. The music is. I am. I function only as a semblance of the sheer music will, and samely over-observe myself contracting and pulsing along the floor, the patterned floor, drawing near the pounding beat beat beat of my will. There is no revelation. There is no spiritual guidance. There is only control, and I have none. I am GLAD to have none. the music is the only god. Peak.
*cough*
Later on, the pleasure still tactilizes me and persuades me, but I go home to my room, just down the hall. Only three hours have passed! massive massive time dilation is happening. It's crazy. I put on some bjork and close my eyes. Music videos manifest into almost-seeing, almost-being. Now I have control, and intense visions sparkle in my black black world. So many passing colors, so many passing nerves just sparkling and sparkling and sparkling. I'm sweating, my heart's beating fast. The cat comes over and licks the sweat off of my arms and sits with me. Finally, after a couple more minutes, I wander to bed, and fall asleep into a strange hypnosis, and awake 8 hours later, rested, thirsty, and feeling GREAT! The world is new and I'm going outside.
Reflections (it's no january - a rough draft of the above was originally written in august) : there's a mystical quality about this substance. There isn't any of the unpleasant stimulation that accompanies 2C-I or DPT, and the body feeling isn't creepy-crawly like some. It has a very pleasant vibe.
Unlike the AMT groups it does not feel toxic, although I share the lethargy
associated with these drugs as a side effect. The arm and leg tremors are very present, although not irritating. At points it had a DPT-like world-sweeping quality to it, as if I was being taken out of reality into a new place. I haven't taken psilocybin, so I can't compare. If I had to compare, I would say 4-HO-DiPT is most like DPT, only less intense and more positive. This journey has made me reconsider the point of entheogens in my life, and I am slowly looking into studies concerning entheogens and religion, and the nature of perception. At peak I was "shown" such a strange thing accompanied with such strange thoughts - thoughts of power and true understanding, now lost. Intriguing. What a quest for information.
substancecode_4hodipt
explevel_firsttime
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