WARNING!! THE METHOD DESCRIBED IN THIS REPORT DOES NOT RESULT IN DIETHYL ETHER!! INSTEAD IT GIVES YOU SEVERAL BRAIN-DAMAGING INHALANTS, AND THIS METHOD COULD RESULT IN SERIOUS BRAIN INJURY OR DEATH!!!
Nothing to do, I pick up a can of starter fluid from a gas station, get a bottle of water, spray it in, pour in water equal to a bit more than the amount of starter fluid. Shake shake shake and I let it sit for a few minutes.
It separates into two layer, diethyl ether on top and heptane/solvents on the bottom. cut a hole in the bottom of the bottle let the heptane and solvents pour out and let it go a bit past the break in the layers to make sure it's gone and fill up a styrofoam cup with the ether. I put it on the porch and we go back inside.
Some 30 minutes later we come out to do it, and I figured it must've evaporated or spilled, as it was dry and the cup was on the ground. I use up what's left in the cannister and two other guys go get another.
We put it again in the styrofoam and I noticed it started leaking from the bottom. Apparently, the ether was eating through the styrofoam, mmm! So we move it into glass.
It was fun, the disorientation, ringing of the ears, slight visuals, cartoony 8-bit world. We make about half of the other cannister and come back.
Myself and N are enjoying it and doing it once every few minutes, M gets blown away and so is O. O does it a few more times and then stops; this batch was running low and we give M the last hit and we prepare to go outside and make more. Apparently by the end of that hit, M becomes paralyzed where he is conscious but cannot move or speak, we go outside and O comes out to have a cigarette (at a good distance, remember ether is extremely flammable).
At that point, M is still on the couch and wanted to ask where we were going but he couldn't speak, and he thought that he might die. We were out there for 4-5 minutes and in that period of time he realized that he cannot move and that he will die if we don't come back to check on him. In this time he dies, he no longer exists, he is now dead. When we come back, he is still on the couch and we hadn't noticed anything odd.
At one point O takes the two strings from his shorts and places them up his nose to get his attention. At first no reaction and he puts them in further. As M explained later, he was screaming (in his head) "What the f**k are you doing? I'ma f**king punch you in the face." Nothing, at this point we realized that something was wrong. Checked his pulse, strong and nothing abnormal, breathing is fine so I insist that he is probably way out of it and will be back shortly. We start speaking to him, trying to get him to move or say something to tell us that he's conscious, at this point he begins to cry.
N and O have never been around anyone in this state, and I insisted that we let him be. They began asking him what was wrong but he wouldn't speak. At this point he gets up, goes to the bathroom comes back without saying a word, sits down and we think that he is back to reality and they start joking about him crying a few moments before, again that brings him to tears, he sits there and then stops after a minute or so. Again they say something regarding it even though I insisted not to bring it up and he goes to his room and lies down on his bed and starts again. I didn't want to go in there because it seemed to be the result of us but we were concerned for his safety. He shut the door, but we opened it and kept an eye on him.
Perhaps 15 minutes later he began to explain to us what had happened, about how he had died, and then when we came back, died again. I brought up how some people experience ego death, where the identity of the person ceases to exist, and they no longer "are." And I have never experienced it, but I told him I had a lot of respect for those who have to try and get him in a different mood. He felt angry and we tried to explain what had happened from our point of view. We smoked some pot as we were doing every once trying to be as careful as we could not to cause the ether to ignite though we were smoking indoors with it.
M stopped doing it at that point, and so did O, N and myself finished what was left and went to sleep as the sun was rising, only to have to wake up in a few hours.
My brother experienced ego death as well perhaps a year and a half prior, or something very close on ether, which many find remarkeable, but it can be a very powerful drug.
He realized that he is nothing in the universe, that he is just a dot, an insiginificant dot, and being a dot, the only way he could move is to roll. Outside on the balcony in the middle of winter, out of nowhere he starts rolling and rolls into the metal barrier injuring his hand. He had done numerous psychedelics and has never experienced such a thing and hasn't wanted to do ether since.
Nothing to do, I pick up a can of starter fluid from a gas station, get a bottle of water, spray it in, pour in water equal to a bit more than the amount of starter fluid. Shake shake shake and I let it sit for a few minutes.
It separates into two layer, diethyl ether on top and heptane/solvents on the bottom. cut a hole in the bottom of the bottle let the heptane and solvents pour out and let it go a bit past the break in the layers to make sure it's gone and fill up a styrofoam cup with the ether. I put it on the porch and we go back inside.
Some 30 minutes later we come out to do it, and I figured it must've evaporated or spilled, as it was dry and the cup was on the ground. I use up what's left in the cannister and two other guys go get another.
We put it again in the styrofoam and I noticed it started leaking from the bottom. Apparently, the ether was eating through the styrofoam, mmm! So we move it into glass.
It was fun, the disorientation, ringing of the ears, slight visuals, cartoony 8-bit world. We make about half of the other cannister and come back.
Myself and N are enjoying it and doing it once every few minutes, M gets blown away and so is O. O does it a few more times and then stops; this batch was running low and we give M the last hit and we prepare to go outside and make more. Apparently by the end of that hit, M becomes paralyzed where he is conscious but cannot move or speak, we go outside and O comes out to have a cigarette (at a good distance, remember ether is extremely flammable).
At that point, M is still on the couch and wanted to ask where we were going but he couldn't speak, and he thought that he might die. We were out there for 4-5 minutes and in that period of time he realized that he cannot move and that he will die if we don't come back to check on him. In this time he dies, he no longer exists, he is now dead. When we come back, he is still on the couch and we hadn't noticed anything odd.
At one point O takes the two strings from his shorts and places them up his nose to get his attention. At first no reaction and he puts them in further. As M explained later, he was screaming (in his head) "What the f**k are you doing? I'ma f**king punch you in the face." Nothing, at this point we realized that something was wrong. Checked his pulse, strong and nothing abnormal, breathing is fine so I insist that he is probably way out of it and will be back shortly. We start speaking to him, trying to get him to move or say something to tell us that he's conscious, at this point he begins to cry.
N and O have never been around anyone in this state, and I insisted that we let him be. They began asking him what was wrong but he wouldn't speak. At this point he gets up, goes to the bathroom comes back without saying a word, sits down and we think that he is back to reality and they start joking about him crying a few moments before, again that brings him to tears, he sits there and then stops after a minute or so. Again they say something regarding it even though I insisted not to bring it up and he goes to his room and lies down on his bed and starts again. I didn't want to go in there because it seemed to be the result of us but we were concerned for his safety. He shut the door, but we opened it and kept an eye on him.
Perhaps 15 minutes later he began to explain to us what had happened, about how he had died, and then when we came back, died again. I brought up how some people experience ego death, where the identity of the person ceases to exist, and they no longer "are." And I have never experienced it, but I told him I had a lot of respect for those who have to try and get him in a different mood. He felt angry and we tried to explain what had happened from our point of view. We smoked some pot as we were doing every once trying to be as careful as we could not to cause the ether to ignite though we were smoking indoors with it.
M stopped doing it at that point, and so did O, N and myself finished what was left and went to sleep as the sun was rising, only to have to wake up in a few hours.
My brother experienced ego death as well perhaps a year and a half prior, or something very close on ether, which many find remarkeable, but it can be a very powerful drug.
He realized that he is nothing in the universe, that he is just a dot, an insiginificant dot, and being a dot, the only way he could move is to roll. Outside on the balcony in the middle of winter, out of nowhere he starts rolling and rolls into the metal barrier injuring his hand. He had done numerous psychedelics and has never experienced such a thing and hasn't wanted to do ether since.
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