MagickalKat777
Bluelight Crew
This happened after my second time taking AMT. My first dose was no more than 20-30mg and yielded only mild effects. But I definitely enjoyed it so I decided to eat it again.
There was no preparation for the trip, I don't even know why I brought the capsules to school in the first place, as I didn't have any plans. So I guess it was just irresponsibility. And I got kicked in the ass. Beautifully.
Well, it was the next day after my first AMT experience, I woke up with a good mood, no hangover, and was ready for another. So I made up two capsules, both with approximately 30-50mg of AMT in them, and set off for school.
It was registration, and after registration, my friend M was going to take me home. Well, this is where it gets ugly. She decides that it's a rise idea to go 55MPH in a 30, when she is passing Red Rocks Community College, McLain High School, Longview High School, AND Warren Tech. Of course, she gets pulled over.
I started freaking out, having capsules on me, and I ate both of them, washed down with the bottle of water I had bought. The police officer searched the car, didn't find anything, and ran a sobriety test on us. Both of us passed so she gave M the ticket (for three violations, I believe, M never clarified) and left. Needless to say, M didn't want to drive me home anymore after that, and she took me to the bus stop. She didn't notice me eat the pills so apparently I was pretty smooth about it, as she was sitting right next to me! Anyway, I told her, she laughed, dropped me off at the bus stop and went home.
So, I'm figuring I have enough time to get home before I start tripping. Wishful thinking. Just because it normally has an hour to an hour and a half to begin taking effect, doesn't mean shit. About 30 minutes later (it was 12:30, I believe), my stomach ties itself in a HUGE knot. And since I didn't want to vomit on public transportation, I got off two stops early. This was stupid. Not only did I not vomit, but I started sweating because of how hot it was outside, and this just increased the nausea. Finally, after a 15 minute walk that involved smiley faces in the grass, and hearing things, I get in the house and shut the door. This is when things went ... well, beautiful.
I started noticing how the wood floor was flowing together, and was amazed by it. I proceeded to walk in the kitchen and everything was flowing. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen! I looked out the window and admired how beautiful nature was. That's when it happened. I don't really know what to call it. The thoughts just started coming.
There's beauty in everything. Everything is beautiful because it's a part of nature. Even man-made things have their beauty because they are made out of the beauty of the earth, and are a radiating example of human intellect, which is beautiful in and of itself. And then the shocker... I'm beautiful because I'm a part of that world. My self esteem up until that point was so low that I wouldn't even socialize. It took a quasar pen to get me to talk to R, I never expected we would become friends. But this was truly unexpected, I could feel the repair being done. I analyzed each and every thought that I've ever had of myself in a negative aspect, and began to understand why. It doesn't sound like much to someone who has a huge ego, but anything who's ever had that low sense of self-esteem knows how hard it is to repair.
The chemical rebuilt me, and I called R to express this to her! She was beyond happy, she knew all along what the chemical held for me, she knew I was going to have a breakthrough, that's why she told me about it in the first place. In retrospect, I'm glad that she didn't tell me what she knew, because it never would have happened. Anyway, I spent an hour or two on the phone with her and then it disconnected mid-sentence. I hung up the phone, picked it back up, no dial tone. It was only for a split second, but I got paranoid. I was thinking "this is it, they're coming for me, they know, the police are on their way" and many other dark things. Finally, I got ahold of R again and told her what happened.
We talked for quite awhile. But I don't remember the rest of the experience. It happened about two years ago, and I feel that I absorbed the part that I most needed to. Obviously, the chemical didn't have that many consequences, at least not in that experience, and I continued to take it until I had used up the whole gram that I had.
And I still wish to find it. There is still hope in my mind that I will reconnect with that powerful chemical. It's just a matter of time...
There was no preparation for the trip, I don't even know why I brought the capsules to school in the first place, as I didn't have any plans. So I guess it was just irresponsibility. And I got kicked in the ass. Beautifully.
Well, it was the next day after my first AMT experience, I woke up with a good mood, no hangover, and was ready for another. So I made up two capsules, both with approximately 30-50mg of AMT in them, and set off for school.
It was registration, and after registration, my friend M was going to take me home. Well, this is where it gets ugly. She decides that it's a rise idea to go 55MPH in a 30, when she is passing Red Rocks Community College, McLain High School, Longview High School, AND Warren Tech. Of course, she gets pulled over.
I started freaking out, having capsules on me, and I ate both of them, washed down with the bottle of water I had bought. The police officer searched the car, didn't find anything, and ran a sobriety test on us. Both of us passed so she gave M the ticket (for three violations, I believe, M never clarified) and left. Needless to say, M didn't want to drive me home anymore after that, and she took me to the bus stop. She didn't notice me eat the pills so apparently I was pretty smooth about it, as she was sitting right next to me! Anyway, I told her, she laughed, dropped me off at the bus stop and went home.
So, I'm figuring I have enough time to get home before I start tripping. Wishful thinking. Just because it normally has an hour to an hour and a half to begin taking effect, doesn't mean shit. About 30 minutes later (it was 12:30, I believe), my stomach ties itself in a HUGE knot. And since I didn't want to vomit on public transportation, I got off two stops early. This was stupid. Not only did I not vomit, but I started sweating because of how hot it was outside, and this just increased the nausea. Finally, after a 15 minute walk that involved smiley faces in the grass, and hearing things, I get in the house and shut the door. This is when things went ... well, beautiful.
I started noticing how the wood floor was flowing together, and was amazed by it. I proceeded to walk in the kitchen and everything was flowing. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen! I looked out the window and admired how beautiful nature was. That's when it happened. I don't really know what to call it. The thoughts just started coming.
There's beauty in everything. Everything is beautiful because it's a part of nature. Even man-made things have their beauty because they are made out of the beauty of the earth, and are a radiating example of human intellect, which is beautiful in and of itself. And then the shocker... I'm beautiful because I'm a part of that world. My self esteem up until that point was so low that I wouldn't even socialize. It took a quasar pen to get me to talk to R, I never expected we would become friends. But this was truly unexpected, I could feel the repair being done. I analyzed each and every thought that I've ever had of myself in a negative aspect, and began to understand why. It doesn't sound like much to someone who has a huge ego, but anything who's ever had that low sense of self-esteem knows how hard it is to repair.
The chemical rebuilt me, and I called R to express this to her! She was beyond happy, she knew all along what the chemical held for me, she knew I was going to have a breakthrough, that's why she told me about it in the first place. In retrospect, I'm glad that she didn't tell me what she knew, because it never would have happened. Anyway, I spent an hour or two on the phone with her and then it disconnected mid-sentence. I hung up the phone, picked it back up, no dial tone. It was only for a split second, but I got paranoid. I was thinking "this is it, they're coming for me, they know, the police are on their way" and many other dark things. Finally, I got ahold of R again and told her what happened.
We talked for quite awhile. But I don't remember the rest of the experience. It happened about two years ago, and I feel that I absorbed the part that I most needed to. Obviously, the chemical didn't have that many consequences, at least not in that experience, and I continued to take it until I had used up the whole gram that I had.
And I still wish to find it. There is still hope in my mind that I will reconnect with that powerful chemical. It's just a matter of time...
