TheAppleCore
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This trip report will be in the form of a live journal written as the effects were in action. Some clarifications were added later in brackets: []. I'm quite pleased with how my literary ability remained relatively intact during even the most intense peak of the trip.
The experience will have forever expanded how I see the material world in which I live.
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At T + 0:00 ~= 11:00 P.M., Christmas 2010, 285 mg DXM HBr in OTC gelcap form is taken. The caps are broken by tooth to hasten absorption for a quicker but stronger high -- theoretically.
T + 0:35: Psychological state is loosening up. I watched a GoodNeighbor comedy sketch on YouTube, and I seem to be able to focus on clip and understand subtleties with relative ease. I say this because I can be distracted at times. At a certain point, my perspective seemed to shift temporarily, and the video footage suddenly seemed to inhabit my consciousness in a novel and more impressive way. My stomach however does not feel totally at ease, which was to be expected.
T + 1:30: I feel really quite lovely. As if sobriety were a tightrope walk, and now I have relieved myself from the burden of concentration and focus on keeping balance during my careful tread along this precarious path. And now I fall freely through the unending space beneath the rope. Deeper and deeper, I let myself slide into the dissociative abyss.
T + 1:45: I have been playing the album "Metanoia" by "Porcupine Tree" for some time. Perhaps I have chosen music very well suited to the occasion, but I suspect that, rather, the music dictates the experience. It doesn't have nearly the realism and concrete presence that music has when I smoke marijuana, or listen to it on LSD. I'm very much aware that this is simply sound coming out of speakers. But it's so much softer on the edges. I find myself not behind stone walls of temple, but enveloped in neverending sea.
T + 2:20: I feel so lucid, and yet so wonderfully altered and stimulated. I had greatly underestimated the potential in this compound. It's remarkably productive even at what is supposedly a low "second-plateau" dosage -- not to imply that I subscribe to that plateau-based categorization of drug effect.
T + 4:30: [Had smoked marijuana and a bit of DMT.] I am weeping in reverence. The fabric of my existence is woven in nothing. Color is revealed as blackness unfolds. An infinitely small point explodes into an entire universe.
Reality is the brick and mortar of my consciousness, and all others'. Everything is fit together in a unified "object", of which I am one branch. Think of a giant tree, with a multitude of arms stretching out toward the skies -- all distinct from each other, yet part of a unified whole. These branches are analogous to separate instances of human consciousness. I am one such branch.
[The empty spaces that the branches would occupy pulled the tree through its upward growth. Reality is the solution to the cosmic puzzle to join all instances consciousness in a single entity.]
Suddenly, as I'm writing this, an aftershock of musical emotion sweeps my entire awareness, leaving me mouthing the words to a song I heard during a previous interval of the experience.
T + 5:00: I'm seeing through a teary blur...
T + 5:40: I am an electric current, bounding through a circuit. The passage of time is the breaking wave curling over itself as it roars toward the shoreline.
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After this point I continued floating down from the peak very pleasantly. I spent some time watching a bit more comedy on YouTube (sketches by the Whitest Kids U Know, if you're interested), and then I drifted off to peaceful sleep.
The experience will have forever expanded how I see the material world in which I live.
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At T + 0:00 ~= 11:00 P.M., Christmas 2010, 285 mg DXM HBr in OTC gelcap form is taken. The caps are broken by tooth to hasten absorption for a quicker but stronger high -- theoretically.
T + 0:35: Psychological state is loosening up. I watched a GoodNeighbor comedy sketch on YouTube, and I seem to be able to focus on clip and understand subtleties with relative ease. I say this because I can be distracted at times. At a certain point, my perspective seemed to shift temporarily, and the video footage suddenly seemed to inhabit my consciousness in a novel and more impressive way. My stomach however does not feel totally at ease, which was to be expected.
T + 1:30: I feel really quite lovely. As if sobriety were a tightrope walk, and now I have relieved myself from the burden of concentration and focus on keeping balance during my careful tread along this precarious path. And now I fall freely through the unending space beneath the rope. Deeper and deeper, I let myself slide into the dissociative abyss.
T + 1:45: I have been playing the album "Metanoia" by "Porcupine Tree" for some time. Perhaps I have chosen music very well suited to the occasion, but I suspect that, rather, the music dictates the experience. It doesn't have nearly the realism and concrete presence that music has when I smoke marijuana, or listen to it on LSD. I'm very much aware that this is simply sound coming out of speakers. But it's so much softer on the edges. I find myself not behind stone walls of temple, but enveloped in neverending sea.
T + 2:20: I feel so lucid, and yet so wonderfully altered and stimulated. I had greatly underestimated the potential in this compound. It's remarkably productive even at what is supposedly a low "second-plateau" dosage -- not to imply that I subscribe to that plateau-based categorization of drug effect.
T + 4:30: [Had smoked marijuana and a bit of DMT.] I am weeping in reverence. The fabric of my existence is woven in nothing. Color is revealed as blackness unfolds. An infinitely small point explodes into an entire universe.
Reality is the brick and mortar of my consciousness, and all others'. Everything is fit together in a unified "object", of which I am one branch. Think of a giant tree, with a multitude of arms stretching out toward the skies -- all distinct from each other, yet part of a unified whole. These branches are analogous to separate instances of human consciousness. I am one such branch.
[The empty spaces that the branches would occupy pulled the tree through its upward growth. Reality is the solution to the cosmic puzzle to join all instances consciousness in a single entity.]
Suddenly, as I'm writing this, an aftershock of musical emotion sweeps my entire awareness, leaving me mouthing the words to a song I heard during a previous interval of the experience.
T + 5:00: I'm seeing through a teary blur...
T + 5:40: I am an electric current, bounding through a circuit. The passage of time is the breaking wave curling over itself as it roars toward the shoreline.
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After this point I continued floating down from the peak very pleasantly. I spent some time watching a bit more comedy on YouTube (sketches by the Whitest Kids U Know, if you're interested), and then I drifted off to peaceful sleep.
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.... lethal dose range is between 1,ooo - 25,ooo mg...but its hard to tell a persons limit because it varies from person to person (just taking an extra 15mg can be the difference between an awesome trip and a hellish nightmare or death
