MagickalKat777
Bluelight Crew
Okay, as promised in my response to the AMT post, here is my trip report.
The night started out great. I knew that I had school the next day, and I also knew that smoking and insufflating a relatively obscure chemical was inherently dangerous, especially without the use of a scale. I do not recommend that anyone repeat this experiment, as the experience could have quickly turned deadly. It should be noted that AMT has been linked with kidney malfunction through various side effects (such as the inability to sweat, painful urination) and as such, what I did could have been disastrous.
I felt safe in that my experience would be an enlightening one, and that "she" (the presence that I feel everytime I take AMT) would protect me. I did end up having an enlightening experience, albeit dangerously so, as the side effects will show.
So, to dosing. I have taken this chemical many times (I don't remember exactly how many, but I'd estimate about 6 or 7) before this experience, and this is one of my most profound psychedelic experiences that I have ever had. READ: I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS CHEMICAL, IT >>>IS<<< TOXIC!
I was listening to some CDs because I couldn't sleep. I had been trying for about two hours, and it just wasn't coming. So I decided that it's time for an IT-trip (my name for AMT is IT (as in eye-tea), for future reference). It had been only about two days since my last IT experience, which in many ways was just as profound as this, and in retrospect I probably should have waited at least another week before taking it again. So anyway, I pulled out my bottle and decided that I was going to try smoking it (I had the freebase), as I had heard that this can bring about good results. I eyeballed what I now would guess to be between 20 and 40mg (a very large gap, I know) of powder and loaded it in my pipe on top of a bowl of mid-grade marijuana. The smoke tasted horrible, like chemical grape or something, and I had a really hard time keeping it down. I held it for about 30 seconds before taking another toke. Same thing. I continued to do this until the bowl was gone.
(It was about 2AM at the time of dosing) About 30 minutes later, I felt waves of euphoria take over my body, much the way that ecstacy did, only a little less intense. I decided to let it build for awhile, and did some cleaning (this stuff always makes me feel like I'm tweak for the first hour or so, then the energy tapers off and it turns to a full on trip). About an hour into it, I decide that it's not going to build any more (as I have noticed the drop in energy is the sign that I'm at the plateau or pretty close) and so I decide to snort another 20-40mg or so. This burns like HELL! I've never experienced a chemical that burned as bad as this one! I'd rather snort glass than snort this (no joke)!
About 4 AM, I start tripping balls and loving it. We have wood floors in my house and each panel of wood was flowing like liquid across the floor, the carpet in the living room was flowing as well. I go out and look at the picture on the wall. It was a picture of an ocean scene in Florida, where I was born. The picture suddenly came to life (and for some reason, I thought this was normal, I wasn't paranoid at all) and I could see the clouds, feel the wind, and see the waves crash against the shore (synaesthesia (sp?) of the highest order). The only thing that let me know that it wasn't real was that it was still in a frame and I didn't smell the ocean. I watched the scene in amazement for awhile (as I had never had visuals of that nature before, on any chemical), and then got in the shower.
The shower totally eliminated the minor back pain that I was experienced and made me feel like I was rolling. Each drop of water was like a ball of ecstacy, each one that hit me sent me into fits of euphoria. It was one of the most healing sensations that I had ever experienced. I was really enjoying this trip, to say the least. I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. Not only was my face morphing quite rapidly, but I noticed something peculiar in the way that my pupils were dilated. Curiously enough, one was larger than the other, and they would switch, and then switch again, it was completely synergistic the way that they switched back and forth. I giggled at this and returned to my room.
It was about 5AM when my grandmother woke up. She knocked on the door and told me to get ready for school, and then walked in. Imagine her amazement that I (who ALWAYS sleeps in) was awake and fully clothed, freshly showered, and had just brushed my teeth (which was a spiritual experience in itself, this drug can make you feel as though you are dirty, and the body load seems to drift off into the back of your mind once you satisfy this need for cleanliness)! I was able to conversate with her, and the light in my room is indirect, so she didn't notice that my pupils were dilated.
After she left to go and get ready (about 5:30, after making sure that I was okay and not sick for a half an hour), I decided to make a capsule and redose. I dumped what I estimate to be another 40-70mg in the capsule and ate it.
About 6:15, my stomach feels pretty upset and I feel like I am going to puke. I don't even notice the visuals anymore, I'm too focused on how sick I feel. It's the kind of sick that you get when you have the flu, not when you eat the wrong food. I felt ill. I figured that I just needed to puke and stuck my finger down my throat (to no avail, as it was empty). When this failed, I decided to eat something and see if that would help. It did. I fixed myself a nice bowl of frosted shredded wheat, complete with milk, and ate. My stomach almost immediately calmed down, and the food tasted exceptional! Each bite was like pure heaven dripping down my throat, coating my stomach with pure bliss. And I'm not exaggerating. IT is definitely NOT anorexic.
Anyway, I continue rumagging through the cabinets eating everything in sight (albeit, MAOI-compatible foods, that was the one part of this trip that was responsible... at least until later), and loving every minute of it. Now this is surprising to me since I normally don't eat very much because my stomach was pretty messed up from too many robotrips and I had a hard time keeping things down. The IT (permanently) remedied this situation though, and now not only can I eat again, I tend to over-indulge myself in foods that aren't necessarily good for me. IT does seem to have some anti-ulcer qualities (as I believe that was my problem from robitussin), and it's definitely a pain reliever in high doses. I didn't really experience any pains whatsoever after the initial body load.
So grandma gets out of the shower and around 8:30, we leave. On the way to school, I was completely absorbed by the outside world (I live in Colorado, and there was snow all over, if that gives you a clue) and I noticed the beauty in everything (which IT always does to me at high doses, I'll have to post my second IT experience as well, it's definitely something on the ++++ level) and I happened to comment on it.
Now my grandmother knew something was up. She asked me "What did you say?" with that condescending tone, and I knew she thought I was on drugs. I looked at her and said in a completely logical tone "Everything in the world is beautiful, especially under snow," and she just kind of looked at me weird. I still to this day think she knew but she never let on that she did.
Anyway, it's about 8:45 and I just got to school. I put Shpongle in the walkman, and begin dancing my way (quite literally) to the smoking pit. This is when my first revelation came. I lit my cigarette, took a deep puff, and exhaled it, and suddenly the whole world around me was morphing intensely and I was sitting there as if on some high pedestal, watching over it. It's hard to explain, I could see the world morphing, but simultaneously, I had an image of myself in the 3rd person point of view. I was watching the world, but at the same time watching myself. This is when I started thinking. If I am a part of the world, and everyone in the world is a mirror of something I don't like in myself, then I must mirror something in everyone else that they don't like to see. I spent about 15 minutes expounding upon the thought, over-analyzing it and tried to come up with a logical conclusion. Since I couldn't, I just satisfied myself with the thought that the only person in the world that I have control over, is myself, and that if I'm not careful, that control will be taken from me. I didn't know what this meant at the time, but I do now.
Well, I walked into the building. It's my first day of class, and I have webpage design. A piece of cake. The only complicated part was seeing past the fractal overlay on my computer monitor. But once that was accomplished, I realized that I didn't need that class. I made a webpage in the course of about five minutes, that said "Blink" and the text blinked. I found this amusing. So did my friend, whom we will call R. She was upset at me for tripping at school (she noticed it right away), and with good reason. I very easily could have lost it and my pupils WERE dilated as all hell. I was definitely intoxicated, anyone could have seen that.
So anyway, I email-ed her, just for fun, as she was sitting right next to me. I don't remember the full text of the e-mail... But the subject was something to the extent of "AMT Rockzzzzzz Bitzzaaaaattttchhhhhhh!!!" which is something quite unlike me, but I do remember typing. Needless to say, I was blasted. I continued to sit in the webpage class for the next two hours, bored as hell, just playing on the computer. After the class was over, R asked me if I wanted to go on a drive, instead of tripping at school.
(Now, to give you a little background, R is a friend of mine from school. She's the one who told me about IT and where to get it. For this, I am forever in her debt. This chemical taught me a lot, as I'm sure you can infer from reading...)
So we go for a drive. She asks me where to, and I asked her if I could go home real quick. She brings me home, and I bolt in the house, pour what had to be 100mg in another capsule and down it, without thinking twice. I get back in the car and tell her that I just redosed, but neglected to tell her how much. She sounds worried but fine, so I suggest we go to Denny's for some food. We get to Denny's, and this is where I fucked up. I ordered hot chocolate, not thinking about the potential MAOI reaction... After taking two sips, the pill hits me HARD! (and it's only been 10 or 15 minutes since I dosed) I bolt to the bathroom and try to vomit. I dry heave for awhile, and then suddenly the tiles on the wall begin melting, and I see the water level in the toilet rise and the toilet overflow. I blink, and its back to normal. Interesting visuals, in my opinion.
I walk back out to find R, and the smell of my food makes me nauseaous again so we decide to leave. In the car, I find out that the server was worried about me (apparently I was in the bathroom for quite awhile), and so was R. I insisted that I was fine. Then I asked her if we could go get my friend A. He's a whole other story. I'm comfortably homosexual and I guess you could say that we were trying to start a relationship, him and I... This chemical totally destroyed that, which is all for ANOTHER report. Anyway, we call him and start driving to his house, which is where things get weird.
The last pill definitely kicked my ass, my memory of the experience is just coming back almost two years later. We were driving down to his house, and I started to get trisma. Now, trisma is something that I am acquainted with (being a user of ecstacy for a very brief time) but it was never like this. My jaw was literally bouncing up and down and when I would talk, it would come out stuttered... Like if I were to try to say "I'm tripping balls," it would come out "I'mm ttttrriiipppiiinnnggggguh bbbbaaallllssssuh" always with the uh after it for some reason. R becomes worried, and apparently at one point, she almost took me to the hospital. The trisma continues for awhile, and then we get down to the mall where we think A is at.
Colorado Mills is not a mall that you want to be tripping in, that's for sure. When I called him, he said he was at McDonald's, but never specified the mall so I reasoned he must be at Colorado Mills, the closest to his house. Well, much to our surprise, Colorado Mills doesn't have a McDonald's... So I call him again. He's at the 16th St. mall, which is on the other side of town, and we just tell him to go home and stay there and we'll pick him up. So I seem to be recollecting myself now, the visuals are kind of unnoticed at this point, and we drive down to A's house.
Well, here the chemical whips my ass again, and I begin thinking that every house is his. Finally, we call him and tell him to come outside, and he does, and we find him. R is somewhat annoyed (and rightfully so, as we just wasted a lot of gas and time looking for him) but doesn't let me know until after the experience. So we go driving, everything is going well, A and I definitely have the usual sexual tension between us, but other than that, everything is fine. Driving, driving, and more driving...
And for the finale of the night... R and J, R's boyfriend, took A and I on a ride. We went somewhere up in the mountains, and R put in Infected Mushroom's B.P. Empire. Here is where I lose my character. I totally start full on raving in the back of the car to the music! I had never danced like that before. The music took over my body and I was a flowing ball of musical energy. That or a "raving" lunatic, however you want to put it. Finally, after the CD is over, I pass out (and apparently A passed out next to me) and that is the end of my night.
I wake up the next day feeling great, no residual hangover, but still tripping, and go about things as usual.
Sorry for the long report, but I had to get that out. That report may sound fun, and it was, admittedly. But at the same time, it was also wreckless and could have been disastrous!
Robert
The night started out great. I knew that I had school the next day, and I also knew that smoking and insufflating a relatively obscure chemical was inherently dangerous, especially without the use of a scale. I do not recommend that anyone repeat this experiment, as the experience could have quickly turned deadly. It should be noted that AMT has been linked with kidney malfunction through various side effects (such as the inability to sweat, painful urination) and as such, what I did could have been disastrous.
I felt safe in that my experience would be an enlightening one, and that "she" (the presence that I feel everytime I take AMT) would protect me. I did end up having an enlightening experience, albeit dangerously so, as the side effects will show.
So, to dosing. I have taken this chemical many times (I don't remember exactly how many, but I'd estimate about 6 or 7) before this experience, and this is one of my most profound psychedelic experiences that I have ever had. READ: I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS CHEMICAL, IT >>>IS<<< TOXIC!
I was listening to some CDs because I couldn't sleep. I had been trying for about two hours, and it just wasn't coming. So I decided that it's time for an IT-trip (my name for AMT is IT (as in eye-tea), for future reference). It had been only about two days since my last IT experience, which in many ways was just as profound as this, and in retrospect I probably should have waited at least another week before taking it again. So anyway, I pulled out my bottle and decided that I was going to try smoking it (I had the freebase), as I had heard that this can bring about good results. I eyeballed what I now would guess to be between 20 and 40mg (a very large gap, I know) of powder and loaded it in my pipe on top of a bowl of mid-grade marijuana. The smoke tasted horrible, like chemical grape or something, and I had a really hard time keeping it down. I held it for about 30 seconds before taking another toke. Same thing. I continued to do this until the bowl was gone.
(It was about 2AM at the time of dosing) About 30 minutes later, I felt waves of euphoria take over my body, much the way that ecstacy did, only a little less intense. I decided to let it build for awhile, and did some cleaning (this stuff always makes me feel like I'm tweak for the first hour or so, then the energy tapers off and it turns to a full on trip). About an hour into it, I decide that it's not going to build any more (as I have noticed the drop in energy is the sign that I'm at the plateau or pretty close) and so I decide to snort another 20-40mg or so. This burns like HELL! I've never experienced a chemical that burned as bad as this one! I'd rather snort glass than snort this (no joke)!
About 4 AM, I start tripping balls and loving it. We have wood floors in my house and each panel of wood was flowing like liquid across the floor, the carpet in the living room was flowing as well. I go out and look at the picture on the wall. It was a picture of an ocean scene in Florida, where I was born. The picture suddenly came to life (and for some reason, I thought this was normal, I wasn't paranoid at all) and I could see the clouds, feel the wind, and see the waves crash against the shore (synaesthesia (sp?) of the highest order). The only thing that let me know that it wasn't real was that it was still in a frame and I didn't smell the ocean. I watched the scene in amazement for awhile (as I had never had visuals of that nature before, on any chemical), and then got in the shower.
The shower totally eliminated the minor back pain that I was experienced and made me feel like I was rolling. Each drop of water was like a ball of ecstacy, each one that hit me sent me into fits of euphoria. It was one of the most healing sensations that I had ever experienced. I was really enjoying this trip, to say the least. I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. Not only was my face morphing quite rapidly, but I noticed something peculiar in the way that my pupils were dilated. Curiously enough, one was larger than the other, and they would switch, and then switch again, it was completely synergistic the way that they switched back and forth. I giggled at this and returned to my room.
It was about 5AM when my grandmother woke up. She knocked on the door and told me to get ready for school, and then walked in. Imagine her amazement that I (who ALWAYS sleeps in) was awake and fully clothed, freshly showered, and had just brushed my teeth (which was a spiritual experience in itself, this drug can make you feel as though you are dirty, and the body load seems to drift off into the back of your mind once you satisfy this need for cleanliness)! I was able to conversate with her, and the light in my room is indirect, so she didn't notice that my pupils were dilated.
After she left to go and get ready (about 5:30, after making sure that I was okay and not sick for a half an hour), I decided to make a capsule and redose. I dumped what I estimate to be another 40-70mg in the capsule and ate it.
About 6:15, my stomach feels pretty upset and I feel like I am going to puke. I don't even notice the visuals anymore, I'm too focused on how sick I feel. It's the kind of sick that you get when you have the flu, not when you eat the wrong food. I felt ill. I figured that I just needed to puke and stuck my finger down my throat (to no avail, as it was empty). When this failed, I decided to eat something and see if that would help. It did. I fixed myself a nice bowl of frosted shredded wheat, complete with milk, and ate. My stomach almost immediately calmed down, and the food tasted exceptional! Each bite was like pure heaven dripping down my throat, coating my stomach with pure bliss. And I'm not exaggerating. IT is definitely NOT anorexic.
Anyway, I continue rumagging through the cabinets eating everything in sight (albeit, MAOI-compatible foods, that was the one part of this trip that was responsible... at least until later), and loving every minute of it. Now this is surprising to me since I normally don't eat very much because my stomach was pretty messed up from too many robotrips and I had a hard time keeping things down. The IT (permanently) remedied this situation though, and now not only can I eat again, I tend to over-indulge myself in foods that aren't necessarily good for me. IT does seem to have some anti-ulcer qualities (as I believe that was my problem from robitussin), and it's definitely a pain reliever in high doses. I didn't really experience any pains whatsoever after the initial body load.
So grandma gets out of the shower and around 8:30, we leave. On the way to school, I was completely absorbed by the outside world (I live in Colorado, and there was snow all over, if that gives you a clue) and I noticed the beauty in everything (which IT always does to me at high doses, I'll have to post my second IT experience as well, it's definitely something on the ++++ level) and I happened to comment on it.
Now my grandmother knew something was up. She asked me "What did you say?" with that condescending tone, and I knew she thought I was on drugs. I looked at her and said in a completely logical tone "Everything in the world is beautiful, especially under snow," and she just kind of looked at me weird. I still to this day think she knew but she never let on that she did.
Anyway, it's about 8:45 and I just got to school. I put Shpongle in the walkman, and begin dancing my way (quite literally) to the smoking pit. This is when my first revelation came. I lit my cigarette, took a deep puff, and exhaled it, and suddenly the whole world around me was morphing intensely and I was sitting there as if on some high pedestal, watching over it. It's hard to explain, I could see the world morphing, but simultaneously, I had an image of myself in the 3rd person point of view. I was watching the world, but at the same time watching myself. This is when I started thinking. If I am a part of the world, and everyone in the world is a mirror of something I don't like in myself, then I must mirror something in everyone else that they don't like to see. I spent about 15 minutes expounding upon the thought, over-analyzing it and tried to come up with a logical conclusion. Since I couldn't, I just satisfied myself with the thought that the only person in the world that I have control over, is myself, and that if I'm not careful, that control will be taken from me. I didn't know what this meant at the time, but I do now.
Well, I walked into the building. It's my first day of class, and I have webpage design. A piece of cake. The only complicated part was seeing past the fractal overlay on my computer monitor. But once that was accomplished, I realized that I didn't need that class. I made a webpage in the course of about five minutes, that said "Blink" and the text blinked. I found this amusing. So did my friend, whom we will call R. She was upset at me for tripping at school (she noticed it right away), and with good reason. I very easily could have lost it and my pupils WERE dilated as all hell. I was definitely intoxicated, anyone could have seen that.
So anyway, I email-ed her, just for fun, as she was sitting right next to me. I don't remember the full text of the e-mail... But the subject was something to the extent of "AMT Rockzzzzzz Bitzzaaaaattttchhhhhhh!!!" which is something quite unlike me, but I do remember typing. Needless to say, I was blasted. I continued to sit in the webpage class for the next two hours, bored as hell, just playing on the computer. After the class was over, R asked me if I wanted to go on a drive, instead of tripping at school.
(Now, to give you a little background, R is a friend of mine from school. She's the one who told me about IT and where to get it. For this, I am forever in her debt. This chemical taught me a lot, as I'm sure you can infer from reading...)
So we go for a drive. She asks me where to, and I asked her if I could go home real quick. She brings me home, and I bolt in the house, pour what had to be 100mg in another capsule and down it, without thinking twice. I get back in the car and tell her that I just redosed, but neglected to tell her how much. She sounds worried but fine, so I suggest we go to Denny's for some food. We get to Denny's, and this is where I fucked up. I ordered hot chocolate, not thinking about the potential MAOI reaction... After taking two sips, the pill hits me HARD! (and it's only been 10 or 15 minutes since I dosed) I bolt to the bathroom and try to vomit. I dry heave for awhile, and then suddenly the tiles on the wall begin melting, and I see the water level in the toilet rise and the toilet overflow. I blink, and its back to normal. Interesting visuals, in my opinion.
I walk back out to find R, and the smell of my food makes me nauseaous again so we decide to leave. In the car, I find out that the server was worried about me (apparently I was in the bathroom for quite awhile), and so was R. I insisted that I was fine. Then I asked her if we could go get my friend A. He's a whole other story. I'm comfortably homosexual and I guess you could say that we were trying to start a relationship, him and I... This chemical totally destroyed that, which is all for ANOTHER report. Anyway, we call him and start driving to his house, which is where things get weird.
The last pill definitely kicked my ass, my memory of the experience is just coming back almost two years later. We were driving down to his house, and I started to get trisma. Now, trisma is something that I am acquainted with (being a user of ecstacy for a very brief time) but it was never like this. My jaw was literally bouncing up and down and when I would talk, it would come out stuttered... Like if I were to try to say "I'm tripping balls," it would come out "I'mm ttttrriiipppiiinnnggggguh bbbbaaallllssssuh" always with the uh after it for some reason. R becomes worried, and apparently at one point, she almost took me to the hospital. The trisma continues for awhile, and then we get down to the mall where we think A is at.
Colorado Mills is not a mall that you want to be tripping in, that's for sure. When I called him, he said he was at McDonald's, but never specified the mall so I reasoned he must be at Colorado Mills, the closest to his house. Well, much to our surprise, Colorado Mills doesn't have a McDonald's... So I call him again. He's at the 16th St. mall, which is on the other side of town, and we just tell him to go home and stay there and we'll pick him up. So I seem to be recollecting myself now, the visuals are kind of unnoticed at this point, and we drive down to A's house.
Well, here the chemical whips my ass again, and I begin thinking that every house is his. Finally, we call him and tell him to come outside, and he does, and we find him. R is somewhat annoyed (and rightfully so, as we just wasted a lot of gas and time looking for him) but doesn't let me know until after the experience. So we go driving, everything is going well, A and I definitely have the usual sexual tension between us, but other than that, everything is fine. Driving, driving, and more driving...
And for the finale of the night... R and J, R's boyfriend, took A and I on a ride. We went somewhere up in the mountains, and R put in Infected Mushroom's B.P. Empire. Here is where I lose my character. I totally start full on raving in the back of the car to the music! I had never danced like that before. The music took over my body and I was a flowing ball of musical energy. That or a "raving" lunatic, however you want to put it. Finally, after the CD is over, I pass out (and apparently A passed out next to me) and that is the end of my night.
I wake up the next day feeling great, no residual hangover, but still tripping, and go about things as usual.
Sorry for the long report, but I had to get that out. That report may sound fun, and it was, admittedly. But at the same time, it was also wreckless and could have been disastrous!
Robert
