Jamshyd
Bluelight Crew
For a long time, I made it a point not to post reports on DPT or Ketamine because these are what I considered experiences that were way too transcendent to be expressed in human language. However, with recent discussion about an overlooked chemical with lots of potential, that being PiPT (N-propyl,N-isopropyltryptamine), I decided to write about my experience combining DPT and DiPT. This happened more than a year ago, and I’ll try to remember as much as I can of it. The doses I give are estimates, but they are pretty accurate estimates since I am very familiar with the dose-response for both drugs, especially DPT.
Please bear with me as I try to pathetically talk about that which is ineffable…
Let me start by saying that out of all tryptamines or phenehtylamines that I have tried, this one stands out as being constantly capable of putting me in a selfless, “divine” state. It is also the perfect psychedelic for me in terms of timeframe, I would not want it to last one minute shorter or longer than it does. DiPT seems to last longer, but due to its extremely gentle and friendly nature, I also do not mind its duration.
I had, before this point, taken both DPT and DiPT separately, and found them both magical on their own. But there is a certain charm that they both have (which, may I add, is lacking from DiPT’s ring-substituted cousins) that has always suggested that they’d complement each other well. Lets just say, “well” is an understatement. It turned out to be EXCEPTIONAL.
I spent the day meditating, and was fully aware of what I’d be doing that night. The doses were pre-measured, I estimate them to be around 150mg DPT and 15mg DiPT. In other words, just slightly lower than my regular doses for these compounds. The DiPT was taken first, rectally. It would take 1/2 an hour to come up, and another hour to peak on the DiPT. Therefore, I insufflated the DPT 30mins after taking the DiPT, at which point I was definitely starting to feel it.
As usual with the DPT, there seemed to be an insidious, cataclysmic aspect to the come-up. It would not do anything for about 15 mins. From thereafter, an apocalyptic feeling of “The End.” What is very strange is that I do not find it unpleasant at all, even if a little disheartening. Let me explain. You know how in certain works of literature or even cartoons or film, the work is concluded with the words “The End” (or Fin., or something along those lines)? Well, what happens to the characters left alive in the story after that?? DPT makes one feel like it was all a silly story, and now we have reached the ends. There are no words left to express what happens next in life.
So what happens next, you ask?
I generally get a feeling of the universe laughing about my pathetic attempt at existing, and I keep growing smaller and smaller, until I am reduced to a tiny, insignificant mess of an ego. An idiot. Absolute filth. The dirt out of which the earth is made. This is not perceived as self-hatred, it is simply perceived as fact, and sometimes even humorously so.
Ah, wait. “The dirt out of which of the earth is made?” DEATH. That’s what it is! This mounting apocalypse and my shrinkage of significance will generally culminate to a point where I simply (and suddenly) implode, and I am no more.
Now, as this was happening, the added DiPT did four extra things. It made the stages of the familiar DPT apocalypse flow much more smoothly into each other, and helped me remember much of that particular experience. The other thing it added was the familiar shift in sound, but now it echoed eternal, and was in synch with the mounting implosion.
(I think I need not mention that I spent the whole thing lying in bed. Walking at this point would be as smart as walking after a good shot of Ketamine!)
My body was surging with ecstatic DPT energy (the rapturously powerful OM vibration that permeates every cell of my existence and burns it out of existence). As if DPT itself were not ecstatic as is (it generally feels GREAT on the body once the peak passes), the DiPT added a beautiful warmth and rupture as well.
I will also mention that I intentionally “pulled a McKenna” as it is usually called – that being, I locked myself inside a dark, silent room, on a comfortable bed. No music. Therefore, the sounds that were shifted were my inner sounds, and the faint sounds of the world outside. As all this became less and less significant, it began to lose all auditory validity (the DiPT effect was ENORMOUSLY enhanced by the DPT). Now this started a visual synaesthesia.
As I lost all meaning of identity, anything surrounding me, or my memory of it (no matter how dark the room was, I still remembered certain objects) simply had the meaning ripped out of it. All the people I knew became meaningless too, in the same sense that I was meaningless.
And of course, with the sudden implosion, all human constructs of the universe were RIPPED away, and all was left bare. There was nothing to be differentiated from nothing. It was all the same. The “pealing away” of the world was characterized as a familiar motif: a dome like that of the pantheon’s (with a hole on top – I’ll get to that in a minute), but instead of crevices, there were shimmering golden eyes staring directly at me. They are actually more comforting than scary. There was intense light coming in from the infinity from which the circular opening at the top ensued.
There is a Gnostic text, The Hypostasis of the Archons, that expressed this vision very well:
And indeed, my mouth fails as well beyond this point. I can only say that nothing happened over the next hour, but I say nothing only because all the languages I know are limited to the very human constructs of meaning that have now been stripped away. I will stress though, that it was not a blackout. I actually “remember” it, but as soon as I open my mouth to speak, all that comes out is silence.
…
As the DPT/DiPT very smoothly and gently gave me back myself (just as they have taken it), I was reincarnated in my body. As my mind returned to a more expressible wavelength and I became aware of my body again, I felt like one does during the afterglow of an orgasm. And… what do you know? Soon I realize that I had actually literally creamed my pants during the past hour! (and no, this was not a hallucination – I have experienced spontaneous orgasms with DPT before).
I literally had a golden aura around my body, and I saw and felt Love radiating out of everything in the world. This is a literal realization of things that MDMA can only hope to point you to (as an aside, I found the MDMA/DPT combination very rewarding as well). The golden aura (and the seemingly infinite internal energy from which it emanated) are things I am used to from the DPT. But now there is a new guest, the DiPT, and it kept a certain level of psychedelic mindset for a while after the DPT was reduced to its energetic/aura/love phase. The feeling was that of having died along with everything else, having every atom of your being mixed up with every atom of all that was, is, and will be, and then somehow making it back. You can only express the feeling afterwards as love.
I was intoxicated with Love towards everything. I feel that using the word “love” really depreciates what I am talking about. It was more powerful than the empathogenesis of MDMA, but specifically because it was not specifically drug induced, but rather gained from the experience of rebirth after the above.
My voice was unrecognizable. It was vibratory, and I had no reason to believe that now that I had my ability to speak back, but my ego still malleable, that it was the whole of existence speaking through me. At the point I did not particularly remember the passage I cited above from The Hypostasis. But for some reason, something instinctively made my grab my copy of the Nag Hammadi library, and flip through it until I found a short text, Thought of Norea. (give it a quick read. If you find the Gnostic jargon too much, I do not blame you, that is the reason I didn't post it
).
Even though this is not the same passage from above (and some argue, not even the same Norea character), I found myself identifying with that woman (in the way that can be expressed as her being my “Anima”). I read the whole Thought of Norea out loud. To this day, the way it sounded coming out of my mouth, makes it hard for me to believe that it was I who actually read it.
The two drugs had synergy that is so beautiful; I can only compare it to the synergy between Heroin and Cocaine (speedball), although in a polar-opposite sort of way. It actually did not feel like a new, unrecognizable drug (as is the case when mixing phenethylamines), but rather as two semi-perfect entities combining to create something ineffable.
The afterglow and beautiful energy continued for several days after. I have not taken this combination ever after, since its beauty is still as fresh as it was back then.
I wish that everyone can have the opportunity to experience this beauty.
So my extreme inclination towards PiPT is very much out of chemical suggestion. But what little has been related to me about it from the one (trustworthy) person who experienced it seems very promising.
Thank you for reading
Please bear with me as I try to pathetically talk about that which is ineffable…
Let me start by saying that out of all tryptamines or phenehtylamines that I have tried, this one stands out as being constantly capable of putting me in a selfless, “divine” state. It is also the perfect psychedelic for me in terms of timeframe, I would not want it to last one minute shorter or longer than it does. DiPT seems to last longer, but due to its extremely gentle and friendly nature, I also do not mind its duration.
I had, before this point, taken both DPT and DiPT separately, and found them both magical on their own. But there is a certain charm that they both have (which, may I add, is lacking from DiPT’s ring-substituted cousins) that has always suggested that they’d complement each other well. Lets just say, “well” is an understatement. It turned out to be EXCEPTIONAL.
I spent the day meditating, and was fully aware of what I’d be doing that night. The doses were pre-measured, I estimate them to be around 150mg DPT and 15mg DiPT. In other words, just slightly lower than my regular doses for these compounds. The DiPT was taken first, rectally. It would take 1/2 an hour to come up, and another hour to peak on the DiPT. Therefore, I insufflated the DPT 30mins after taking the DiPT, at which point I was definitely starting to feel it.
As usual with the DPT, there seemed to be an insidious, cataclysmic aspect to the come-up. It would not do anything for about 15 mins. From thereafter, an apocalyptic feeling of “The End.” What is very strange is that I do not find it unpleasant at all, even if a little disheartening. Let me explain. You know how in certain works of literature or even cartoons or film, the work is concluded with the words “The End” (or Fin., or something along those lines)? Well, what happens to the characters left alive in the story after that?? DPT makes one feel like it was all a silly story, and now we have reached the ends. There are no words left to express what happens next in life.
So what happens next, you ask?
I generally get a feeling of the universe laughing about my pathetic attempt at existing, and I keep growing smaller and smaller, until I am reduced to a tiny, insignificant mess of an ego. An idiot. Absolute filth. The dirt out of which the earth is made. This is not perceived as self-hatred, it is simply perceived as fact, and sometimes even humorously so.
Ah, wait. “The dirt out of which of the earth is made?” DEATH. That’s what it is! This mounting apocalypse and my shrinkage of significance will generally culminate to a point where I simply (and suddenly) implode, and I am no more.
Now, as this was happening, the added DiPT did four extra things. It made the stages of the familiar DPT apocalypse flow much more smoothly into each other, and helped me remember much of that particular experience. The other thing it added was the familiar shift in sound, but now it echoed eternal, and was in synch with the mounting implosion.
(I think I need not mention that I spent the whole thing lying in bed. Walking at this point would be as smart as walking after a good shot of Ketamine!)
My body was surging with ecstatic DPT energy (the rapturously powerful OM vibration that permeates every cell of my existence and burns it out of existence). As if DPT itself were not ecstatic as is (it generally feels GREAT on the body once the peak passes), the DiPT added a beautiful warmth and rupture as well.
I will also mention that I intentionally “pulled a McKenna” as it is usually called – that being, I locked myself inside a dark, silent room, on a comfortable bed. No music. Therefore, the sounds that were shifted were my inner sounds, and the faint sounds of the world outside. As all this became less and less significant, it began to lose all auditory validity (the DiPT effect was ENORMOUSLY enhanced by the DPT). Now this started a visual synaesthesia.
As I lost all meaning of identity, anything surrounding me, or my memory of it (no matter how dark the room was, I still remembered certain objects) simply had the meaning ripped out of it. All the people I knew became meaningless too, in the same sense that I was meaningless.
And of course, with the sudden implosion, all human constructs of the universe were RIPPED away, and all was left bare. There was nothing to be differentiated from nothing. It was all the same. The “pealing away” of the world was characterized as a familiar motif: a dome like that of the pantheon’s (with a hole on top – I’ll get to that in a minute), but instead of crevices, there were shimmering golden eyes staring directly at me. They are actually more comforting than scary. There was intense light coming in from the infinity from which the circular opening at the top ensued.
There is a Gnostic text, The Hypostasis of the Archons, that expressed this vision very well:
“The <great> angel came down from the heavens and said to her, "Why are you crying up to God? Why do you act so boldly towards the holy spirit?"
Norea said, "Who are you?" The rulers of unrighteousness had withdrawn from her.
He said, "It is I who am Eleleth, sagacity, the great angel who stands in the presence of the holy spirit. I have been sent to speak with you and save you from the grasp of the lawless. And I shall teach you about your root."
(Norea apparently now speaking) Now as for that angel, I cannot speak of his power: his appearance is like fine gold and his raiment is like snow. No, truly, my mouth cannot bear to speak of his power and the appearance of his face!”
Norea said, "Who are you?" The rulers of unrighteousness had withdrawn from her.
He said, "It is I who am Eleleth, sagacity, the great angel who stands in the presence of the holy spirit. I have been sent to speak with you and save you from the grasp of the lawless. And I shall teach you about your root."
(Norea apparently now speaking) Now as for that angel, I cannot speak of his power: his appearance is like fine gold and his raiment is like snow. No, truly, my mouth cannot bear to speak of his power and the appearance of his face!”
And indeed, my mouth fails as well beyond this point. I can only say that nothing happened over the next hour, but I say nothing only because all the languages I know are limited to the very human constructs of meaning that have now been stripped away. I will stress though, that it was not a blackout. I actually “remember” it, but as soon as I open my mouth to speak, all that comes out is silence.
…
As the DPT/DiPT very smoothly and gently gave me back myself (just as they have taken it), I was reincarnated in my body. As my mind returned to a more expressible wavelength and I became aware of my body again, I felt like one does during the afterglow of an orgasm. And… what do you know? Soon I realize that I had actually literally creamed my pants during the past hour! (and no, this was not a hallucination – I have experienced spontaneous orgasms with DPT before).
I literally had a golden aura around my body, and I saw and felt Love radiating out of everything in the world. This is a literal realization of things that MDMA can only hope to point you to (as an aside, I found the MDMA/DPT combination very rewarding as well). The golden aura (and the seemingly infinite internal energy from which it emanated) are things I am used to from the DPT. But now there is a new guest, the DiPT, and it kept a certain level of psychedelic mindset for a while after the DPT was reduced to its energetic/aura/love phase. The feeling was that of having died along with everything else, having every atom of your being mixed up with every atom of all that was, is, and will be, and then somehow making it back. You can only express the feeling afterwards as love.
I was intoxicated with Love towards everything. I feel that using the word “love” really depreciates what I am talking about. It was more powerful than the empathogenesis of MDMA, but specifically because it was not specifically drug induced, but rather gained from the experience of rebirth after the above.
My voice was unrecognizable. It was vibratory, and I had no reason to believe that now that I had my ability to speak back, but my ego still malleable, that it was the whole of existence speaking through me. At the point I did not particularly remember the passage I cited above from The Hypostasis. But for some reason, something instinctively made my grab my copy of the Nag Hammadi library, and flip through it until I found a short text, Thought of Norea. (give it a quick read. If you find the Gnostic jargon too much, I do not blame you, that is the reason I didn't post it
).Even though this is not the same passage from above (and some argue, not even the same Norea character), I found myself identifying with that woman (in the way that can be expressed as her being my “Anima”). I read the whole Thought of Norea out loud. To this day, the way it sounded coming out of my mouth, makes it hard for me to believe that it was I who actually read it.
The two drugs had synergy that is so beautiful; I can only compare it to the synergy between Heroin and Cocaine (speedball), although in a polar-opposite sort of way. It actually did not feel like a new, unrecognizable drug (as is the case when mixing phenethylamines), but rather as two semi-perfect entities combining to create something ineffable.
The afterglow and beautiful energy continued for several days after. I have not taken this combination ever after, since its beauty is still as fresh as it was back then.
I wish that everyone can have the opportunity to experience this beauty.
So my extreme inclination towards PiPT is very much out of chemical suggestion. But what little has been related to me about it from the one (trustworthy) person who experienced it seems very promising.
Thank you for reading
