VictorBorge
Bluelighter
I finally received some of this storied compound today, and I couldn't wait to try it. I measured out 6mg of the freebase into my shiny new glass vaporizer pipe, took a few deep meditative breaths, heated the pipe for several seconds, and smoked it in 2-3 hits. I immediately felt something, just a bit of mental slowdown, equivalent to maybe a hit of weak pot. After a few minutes I decided that was all it was going to be for that dose, and decided to try more.
I added 12mg to my pipe, and then discovered that the extended heating period had fried my little Bic lighter. The flint part had disintegrated. So I went to the kitchen and used the flame from the gas range. The light was bad and I couldn't really see any smoke inside the chamber even after about 20 seconds; in hindsight, I'm guessing the exteme heat from the gas flame just did such a good job that the material went straight into a transparent gas.
Anyway, I took a monster hit and got it all in one puff. (By the way, I have to say, this stuff does taste kind of cool. It tastes like a plastic toy ... which is ironic, because it is the exact opposite of a toy.)
Almost instantly, I let out an involuntary groan of surprise and sat down on the floor. I leaned against the stove and with the last vestiges of normal consciousness, I realized I had better close my eyes and hang on.
I got the full white-out. Behind my eyes was ... nothing. Absolute bare existence and nothing else. I was looking into a void that was not vast and expansive, but incredibly close and intrusive, like a sheet thrust into my face. All thought disappeared. It was terrifying, and my heart was racing; I knew it would pass, I just wasn't sure how quickly. I "thought" (that's not the right word; maybe better to say that with my little reptilian vestige of a brain I "felt") that if this state continued I might well lose my self. It was like my highest dose acid trip times, literally, 100.
But after only about 20-30 seconds, my ego clawed its way back, and I opened my eyes and latched on to the first object in my view (the metal knob on a drawer opposite me) like a life preserver bobbing in the ocean.
I slid down onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. After a few more seconds a ridiculous grin spread across my face. I can't remember the last time I was so delighted just to be alive and in one piece! I had a massive head rush that was quickly turning into a dull headache -- it felt like I just stepped off the wildest roller coaster ride imaginable: I was elated, flabbergasted, proud of myself for having survived, and slightly ill from all the heart-pounding adrenaline of a near-death experience.
Twenty minutes later (as I type this), I can't quite imagine doing this to myself again any time soon. This is a first for me; every other psychedelic I have tried has left me wanting more -- if not immediately, then someday soon. This one ... man. I don't know. I'm glad I tried it, but that is some seriously scary shit. You might have to double-dare me to get me to do that again.
I wish I had some deep personal insights gained that I could share with you, and point the way to enlightenment. Maybe after a few days of perspective I will. For now just let me say, be careful with this stuff, but also don't let anyone tell you you can be prepared for it. It really is like dying, and it really isn't like any other material out there (that I've tried).
(edited for cheesiness)
I added 12mg to my pipe, and then discovered that the extended heating period had fried my little Bic lighter. The flint part had disintegrated. So I went to the kitchen and used the flame from the gas range. The light was bad and I couldn't really see any smoke inside the chamber even after about 20 seconds; in hindsight, I'm guessing the exteme heat from the gas flame just did such a good job that the material went straight into a transparent gas.
Anyway, I took a monster hit and got it all in one puff. (By the way, I have to say, this stuff does taste kind of cool. It tastes like a plastic toy ... which is ironic, because it is the exact opposite of a toy.)
Almost instantly, I let out an involuntary groan of surprise and sat down on the floor. I leaned against the stove and with the last vestiges of normal consciousness, I realized I had better close my eyes and hang on.
I got the full white-out. Behind my eyes was ... nothing. Absolute bare existence and nothing else. I was looking into a void that was not vast and expansive, but incredibly close and intrusive, like a sheet thrust into my face. All thought disappeared. It was terrifying, and my heart was racing; I knew it would pass, I just wasn't sure how quickly. I "thought" (that's not the right word; maybe better to say that with my little reptilian vestige of a brain I "felt") that if this state continued I might well lose my self. It was like my highest dose acid trip times, literally, 100.
But after only about 20-30 seconds, my ego clawed its way back, and I opened my eyes and latched on to the first object in my view (the metal knob on a drawer opposite me) like a life preserver bobbing in the ocean.
I slid down onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. After a few more seconds a ridiculous grin spread across my face. I can't remember the last time I was so delighted just to be alive and in one piece! I had a massive head rush that was quickly turning into a dull headache -- it felt like I just stepped off the wildest roller coaster ride imaginable: I was elated, flabbergasted, proud of myself for having survived, and slightly ill from all the heart-pounding adrenaline of a near-death experience.
Twenty minutes later (as I type this), I can't quite imagine doing this to myself again any time soon. This is a first for me; every other psychedelic I have tried has left me wanting more -- if not immediately, then someday soon. This one ... man. I don't know. I'm glad I tried it, but that is some seriously scary shit. You might have to double-dare me to get me to do that again.

I wish I had some deep personal insights gained that I could share with you, and point the way to enlightenment. Maybe after a few days of perspective I will. For now just let me say, be careful with this stuff, but also don't let anyone tell you you can be prepared for it. It really is like dying, and it really isn't like any other material out there (that I've tried).
(edited for cheesiness)
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