headdah
Bluelighter
plenty of mdma high reports in the european or even the u.s side of pillreports. whos keen on amsterdam trip. LETS GO!
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Looking back on MDMA...
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MilliVanilli
Bluelighter
Hahaha, I'm down! We can catch all the Pokeballs across the land and trade them!
WitchfinderGeneral
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Look at it this way. Dinosaurs are extinct, yet their less awesome relatives are still alive. However, there are persistent rumours that if you look in the right forests, you may just find a real dinosaur. The dinosaurs may not be extinct, they're just....hiding.
I like dinosaurs.
Mr Blonde
Bluelighter
^ Wait... are you saying what I think you're saying?
That hidden somewhere in the forests of this land... is a REAL Jurassic Park!?
That hidden somewhere in the forests of this land... is a REAL Jurassic Park!?
mushi mushi 88
Bluelighter
Hahahaha! I like the way you look at things.
I still wish I could go back in time 5 years when there was half decent pills around, I think those type of pills are long gone unfortunately. But at least its relatives will still be around the place I guess, still isn't as good as the real deal though!
maddux91
Bluelighter
Its funny people down here are getting seriously more interested in mushies now that there is no more MDMA around.
I wonder if its related or what?
I wonder if its related or what?
Sameria
Bluelighter
Instead of dinosaurs there is massive Rocks of MDMA everywhere in Jurassic Park.
*dreams......*
*dreams......*
mushi mushi 88
Bluelighter
That's probably because Mushrooms are in season down your way at the moment not because their is no MDMA around. Mushroom season up north has just finished and everyone was into them for the past few months but now they are gone they are using meth and LSD or even resorting to mephedrone/methylone... I think you would find that mushrooms are taking off down your way is because they are free, I don't think the lack of MDMA has anything to account for the increase in usage of them. It's just like any seasonal fruit, while they are in season people are going to take advantage of them while they are around
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
Iconoclast
Bluelighter
From Back in the day, MDMA I miss thee with such passion. Sorry for the length of this post but I am almost ready to be an MDMA activist in an effort to try and educate the Gvt, The Media and society as to the benefits of MDMA and highlight how the media and certain gvt depts have maligned the chemical over the years to bring us to where we are now.
First all is my first ever post on BL..... hope you enjoy the read>
Hi all,
I just wanted to post to share my first experience in 13 years with you, I haven’t had any pills since i was young, approx 1992, until last weekend in Perth where I had a green Mitsubishi, and some unknown speckly thing i think....
OK well not really remembering what it was like, I was cautious and took only half of my mitsi.. after 40 mins of nothing, my g/f and I took our other halves and continued on.... it seemed like forever and still nothing, so I’m dancing away and I started to sweat, and my head started feeling kinda strange but it wasn’t like a sickly strange, I raised my hands in the air to the dj and it felt like the skin on my palms was hanging down whish was well weird!.. I thought to myself that i might be in trouble here cos it was so hot on the dance floor and so I went outside. As soon as I stepped in to the cool air that is when it really hit me, I felt like life was unbeatable and I just danced around smiling and talking to people, I made friends with this girl who was wearing some crazy white suit and another couple who danced with me for hours. Every now and then Id stop and have a little look around like someone was watching me, smile at myself and everyone esle and then I’d go off again happily in to the night...I have never felt so good as I did that night. Apparently the green mitsis are quite good for MDMA based pills and I have to agree because the second one which I took whole was not nearly as good and I was back at the hotel by the time I peaked and we just sat on the bed talking and enjoying the experience.
I can’t seem to keep my eyes in focus now however which is a little bazaar, but I’m doing well to type this much I guess haha..
Anyway just wanted to share that with you all, because it really was an awesome experience for me.
Some interesting reading for you....here.....http://www.maps.org/mdma/
MAPS’ top priority project is funding clinical trials of 3,4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine (MDMA) as a therapeutic tool to assist psychotherapy for the treatment of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and other illnesses. Preliminary studies have shown that MDMA in conjunction with psychotherapy can help people overcome PTSD. MDMA has empathogenic effects, and it is also known as the popular drug Ecstasy (although "Ecstasy" does not always contain pure MDMA). In laboratory studies, MDMA has been proven sufficiently safe for human consumption when taken a limited number of times in moderate doses.
MAPS is in the midst of a 10 year - $10 million plan to make MDMA into a government-approved prescription medicine. For-profit pharmaceutical companies are not interested in developing MDMA into a medicine, because the patent for MDMA has expired. Companies cannot profit off of MDMA because it is only administered a limited number of times, unlike most medications for mental illnesses that are taken on a daily basis. Consequently MAPS is the only organization funding clinical trials of MDMA-assisted psychotherapy in the world.
MAPS is studying whether MDMA-assisted psychotherapy has the potential to heal traumas caused by sexual assault, war, violent crime, and other causes.
Below is comprehensive and updated information about MAPS efforts to develop MDMA into a government-approved prescription medicine, as well as useful information for understanding the benefits and risks of MDMA use.
MY DAUGHTERS GOOD DEATH
My daughter was adamant. She didnt come home to die.
M was admitted to hospice care in my home in May, 2005. She had just turned 33. Her diagnosis was stage IV colon cancer. She was in severe pain. She had undergone major surgery, and endured three debilitating chemotherapy protocols. Physically weakened, she was not a candidate for clinical trials.
Hospice offered daily monitoring of complex pain medication. For that reason and no other, M consented to end-of-life care. She said that living with me was temporary, until she was well enough to return to her home and her work as a teacher on the West coast.
While Ms pain medication dosage increased during her first month of hospice care, her hope remained strong. She asked and indeed insisted that those around her support her will to live.
I spent my days carrying out Ms wishes. I prepared organic food using strict guidelines; I ground herbs from a Tibetan doctor and poured the mixture into gel caps three times a day; herbs from a Brazilian healer accompanied each meal; an acupuncturist, a massage therapist, a chiropractor, and a Feldenkrais practitioner visited M regularly; guided visualizations focused on shrinking tumors and renewing health.
All these actions gave my daughter a degree of control over her life. At the same time, the practices sustained my flickering faith in her recovery.
In June a friend sent me a news bulletin about psychedelic therapy. I read about a proposed MDMA study for advanced-stage cancer patients. Anecdotal reports suggested that people with terminal illnesses who have taken the drug found it easier to talk to friends and families about death and other uncomfortable subjects. A quote from Rick Doblin stated that benefits might include facing directly lifes great challenge, to die gracefully and in peace.
With trepidation I mentioned the study to M. She was not interested in discussing end-of-life issues. In her eyes, talking about dying was like giving in to death, and giving up her will to live. During a hospitalization, she told two palliative care specialists to please leave because she couldnt bear to see their expressions that look like Im going to die.
Nevertheless, M was interested in MDMA. She didnt view it as a drug to help her die peacefully. To the contrary, she saw it as an opportunity to trigger a transcendent source of healing, and begin her recovery.
The proposed MDMA study wasn't ready to enroll patients, so I began to search elsewhere for a psychedelic therapist. Fueled by the urgency of M's expressed intention to heal, and my unexpressed wish for her to have a good death if she had to die, I found help for my daughter.
The psychedelic therapist approached M as a partner and a companion - not a guide - on her journey. The separation between teacher and student, and all perceptions of hierarchy fell away.
The therapist T was a learner, an explorer, a collaborator, and a co-creator of experience. He told stories about his own life and invited M to talk about hers. We discovered many connections, such as our common love of children, animals, science, and social justice.
We wove humor into every session. In this way death was included and detoxified as part of the entire flow of human experience.
T told a story about two lifelong friends, older men who affectionately called each other Shithead. When one friend was on his deathbed, the other came to visit. As he entered the room he said, Hi Shithead. The dying man acknowledged his loyal friend with a smile and said, No, youre the Shithead. He promptly died, thus getting in the last tag and winning their lifelong game.
Before her first session, M could only get out of bed a few minutes at a time. Sitting or standing caused her pain to spike to unbearable levels. She longed for simple pleasures like going for a walk. During the first session with MDMA, Ms pain receded, her spirits soared, and she was able to walk to a park near my house and hang out with a friend.
She was hospitalized soon afterward with heart arrhythmia, a jugular vein blood clot, and an intestinal blockage, all likely caused by her pain medications. The benefits of the MDMA session appeared to be lost. Ten days in the hospital without food left M much weaker, more anxious, and in need of more pain medication.
Over the next two months, M chose to have three more psychedelic sessions with MDMA, with mushrooms, and with LSD, MDMA and marijuana. She was taking as many as twelve different prescription drugs (including ketamine)*, for pain, for anxiety, for depression, for preventing blood clots, and for countering the side effects of all of the other medications. It was impossible to predict optimal psychedelic drugs and dosages. The progression of disease was another unknown. Only experience could tell us what would work.
Although there were poignant moments with each psychedelic session, the results were not as dramatic as in the initial session. On one occasion T asked M how she felt about her pain. She said that it was like an unruly child in need of attention. She would send it love. On another occasion T asked M how she felt about her cancer. She answered, Theres a snake in my house. M was able to talk about her fears metaphorically during sessions.
During the fourth session, M experienced strong waves of energy and shaking through her entire body. She said the trance-like state helped her shift focus away from cancer and her pain, to remember how good the rest of her body felt.
After her fourth session using a combination of psychedelics, M wanted togo back to MDMA, taking a higher dose to overcome the sedating effects other prescription medications.
T was away on business for nearly three weeks while Ms condition deteriorated rapidly. She was taking maximum doses of prescription medications with little relief; she was too weak to sit up or even to cross her legs; she lost half of her body weight; and she became incontinent.
Faced with these changes, at first M told me that she was afraid her will to live was slipping away, but she didnt want me to give up on her. Within a few days she began to say, I cant do this any more. I want to go fast and Im ready for terminal sedation. She held on because she hoped to have another session with T.
T returned from his trip, got my message with Ms request, and came to our home for a high dose MDMA session the following day. For the first time, M asked her father to join us. She said I know Im going to die soon.
As the MDMA took effect, Ms tics and spasms subsided, her labored breathing became easy and regular, and her pain vanished. We told stories, we laughed, we sang, we danced. M directed us to pick up her limbs and move them to the rhythm of the music. We were in love with her and she with us. We celebrated life. For approximately eight hours, there was only love.
As the MDMA wore off, Ms symptoms began to reappear. We discussed with T what to do next. We could keep M on low doses of MDMA and hope to control her pain, or we could alternate sedation days with MDMA days to maintain the optimum physical, emotional and spiritual benefits of the drug. We decided on the latter.
T gave me enough MDMA for another session and offered to provide whatever was needed for the rest of Ms life. The next day M slept fitfully. She awakened only briefly and no longer ate or drank. I looked forward to the following day when I hoped M would have another ecstatic experience.
When morning came, M could barely be awakened. She took the MDMA sublingually, and promptly went back to sleep. Her sleep became peaceful, without tics, spasms, moans or gasping for breath.
Ms dad joined us when I told him I believed M would not wake up again. For the next eight hours while M slept peacefully, we told stories, played games and caressed M with love.
At 10 p.m., M awoke. Her dad was stroking her and I was reading aloud from Laura Huxley, about the importance of loving touch and the nobility of death. She opened her eyes with an expression of absolute wonder, reached out to touch her dad, and died.
We are grateful beyond measure to T, and to those working to make psychedelic therapy legally available. We are honored to have witnessed and shared a holy experience, my daughters good death.
*Ketamine was prescribed by M's palliative care doctors to reduce the increasingly dangerous levels of other pain medications. It was offered as a last resort; doctors were concerned that it would elicit out-of-body states, a prospect welcomed by the patient.
First all is my first ever post on BL..... hope you enjoy the read>
Hi all,
I just wanted to post to share my first experience in 13 years with you, I haven’t had any pills since i was young, approx 1992, until last weekend in Perth where I had a green Mitsubishi, and some unknown speckly thing i think....
OK well not really remembering what it was like, I was cautious and took only half of my mitsi.. after 40 mins of nothing, my g/f and I took our other halves and continued on.... it seemed like forever and still nothing, so I’m dancing away and I started to sweat, and my head started feeling kinda strange but it wasn’t like a sickly strange, I raised my hands in the air to the dj and it felt like the skin on my palms was hanging down whish was well weird!.. I thought to myself that i might be in trouble here cos it was so hot on the dance floor and so I went outside. As soon as I stepped in to the cool air that is when it really hit me, I felt like life was unbeatable and I just danced around smiling and talking to people, I made friends with this girl who was wearing some crazy white suit and another couple who danced with me for hours. Every now and then Id stop and have a little look around like someone was watching me, smile at myself and everyone esle and then I’d go off again happily in to the night...I have never felt so good as I did that night. Apparently the green mitsis are quite good for MDMA based pills and I have to agree because the second one which I took whole was not nearly as good and I was back at the hotel by the time I peaked and we just sat on the bed talking and enjoying the experience.
I can’t seem to keep my eyes in focus now however which is a little bazaar, but I’m doing well to type this much I guess haha..
Anyway just wanted to share that with you all, because it really was an awesome experience for me.
Some interesting reading for you....here.....http://www.maps.org/mdma/
MAPS’ top priority project is funding clinical trials of 3,4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine (MDMA) as a therapeutic tool to assist psychotherapy for the treatment of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and other illnesses. Preliminary studies have shown that MDMA in conjunction with psychotherapy can help people overcome PTSD. MDMA has empathogenic effects, and it is also known as the popular drug Ecstasy (although "Ecstasy" does not always contain pure MDMA). In laboratory studies, MDMA has been proven sufficiently safe for human consumption when taken a limited number of times in moderate doses.
MAPS is in the midst of a 10 year - $10 million plan to make MDMA into a government-approved prescription medicine. For-profit pharmaceutical companies are not interested in developing MDMA into a medicine, because the patent for MDMA has expired. Companies cannot profit off of MDMA because it is only administered a limited number of times, unlike most medications for mental illnesses that are taken on a daily basis. Consequently MAPS is the only organization funding clinical trials of MDMA-assisted psychotherapy in the world.
MAPS is studying whether MDMA-assisted psychotherapy has the potential to heal traumas caused by sexual assault, war, violent crime, and other causes.
Below is comprehensive and updated information about MAPS efforts to develop MDMA into a government-approved prescription medicine, as well as useful information for understanding the benefits and risks of MDMA use.
MY DAUGHTERS GOOD DEATH
My daughter was adamant. She didnt come home to die.
M was admitted to hospice care in my home in May, 2005. She had just turned 33. Her diagnosis was stage IV colon cancer. She was in severe pain. She had undergone major surgery, and endured three debilitating chemotherapy protocols. Physically weakened, she was not a candidate for clinical trials.
Hospice offered daily monitoring of complex pain medication. For that reason and no other, M consented to end-of-life care. She said that living with me was temporary, until she was well enough to return to her home and her work as a teacher on the West coast.
While Ms pain medication dosage increased during her first month of hospice care, her hope remained strong. She asked and indeed insisted that those around her support her will to live.
I spent my days carrying out Ms wishes. I prepared organic food using strict guidelines; I ground herbs from a Tibetan doctor and poured the mixture into gel caps three times a day; herbs from a Brazilian healer accompanied each meal; an acupuncturist, a massage therapist, a chiropractor, and a Feldenkrais practitioner visited M regularly; guided visualizations focused on shrinking tumors and renewing health.
All these actions gave my daughter a degree of control over her life. At the same time, the practices sustained my flickering faith in her recovery.
In June a friend sent me a news bulletin about psychedelic therapy. I read about a proposed MDMA study for advanced-stage cancer patients. Anecdotal reports suggested that people with terminal illnesses who have taken the drug found it easier to talk to friends and families about death and other uncomfortable subjects. A quote from Rick Doblin stated that benefits might include facing directly lifes great challenge, to die gracefully and in peace.
With trepidation I mentioned the study to M. She was not interested in discussing end-of-life issues. In her eyes, talking about dying was like giving in to death, and giving up her will to live. During a hospitalization, she told two palliative care specialists to please leave because she couldnt bear to see their expressions that look like Im going to die.
Nevertheless, M was interested in MDMA. She didnt view it as a drug to help her die peacefully. To the contrary, she saw it as an opportunity to trigger a transcendent source of healing, and begin her recovery.
The proposed MDMA study wasn't ready to enroll patients, so I began to search elsewhere for a psychedelic therapist. Fueled by the urgency of M's expressed intention to heal, and my unexpressed wish for her to have a good death if she had to die, I found help for my daughter.
The psychedelic therapist approached M as a partner and a companion - not a guide - on her journey. The separation between teacher and student, and all perceptions of hierarchy fell away.
The therapist T was a learner, an explorer, a collaborator, and a co-creator of experience. He told stories about his own life and invited M to talk about hers. We discovered many connections, such as our common love of children, animals, science, and social justice.
We wove humor into every session. In this way death was included and detoxified as part of the entire flow of human experience.
T told a story about two lifelong friends, older men who affectionately called each other Shithead. When one friend was on his deathbed, the other came to visit. As he entered the room he said, Hi Shithead. The dying man acknowledged his loyal friend with a smile and said, No, youre the Shithead. He promptly died, thus getting in the last tag and winning their lifelong game.
Before her first session, M could only get out of bed a few minutes at a time. Sitting or standing caused her pain to spike to unbearable levels. She longed for simple pleasures like going for a walk. During the first session with MDMA, Ms pain receded, her spirits soared, and she was able to walk to a park near my house and hang out with a friend.
She was hospitalized soon afterward with heart arrhythmia, a jugular vein blood clot, and an intestinal blockage, all likely caused by her pain medications. The benefits of the MDMA session appeared to be lost. Ten days in the hospital without food left M much weaker, more anxious, and in need of more pain medication.
Over the next two months, M chose to have three more psychedelic sessions with MDMA, with mushrooms, and with LSD, MDMA and marijuana. She was taking as many as twelve different prescription drugs (including ketamine)*, for pain, for anxiety, for depression, for preventing blood clots, and for countering the side effects of all of the other medications. It was impossible to predict optimal psychedelic drugs and dosages. The progression of disease was another unknown. Only experience could tell us what would work.
Although there were poignant moments with each psychedelic session, the results were not as dramatic as in the initial session. On one occasion T asked M how she felt about her pain. She said that it was like an unruly child in need of attention. She would send it love. On another occasion T asked M how she felt about her cancer. She answered, Theres a snake in my house. M was able to talk about her fears metaphorically during sessions.
During the fourth session, M experienced strong waves of energy and shaking through her entire body. She said the trance-like state helped her shift focus away from cancer and her pain, to remember how good the rest of her body felt.
After her fourth session using a combination of psychedelics, M wanted togo back to MDMA, taking a higher dose to overcome the sedating effects other prescription medications.
T was away on business for nearly three weeks while Ms condition deteriorated rapidly. She was taking maximum doses of prescription medications with little relief; she was too weak to sit up or even to cross her legs; she lost half of her body weight; and she became incontinent.
Faced with these changes, at first M told me that she was afraid her will to live was slipping away, but she didnt want me to give up on her. Within a few days she began to say, I cant do this any more. I want to go fast and Im ready for terminal sedation. She held on because she hoped to have another session with T.
T returned from his trip, got my message with Ms request, and came to our home for a high dose MDMA session the following day. For the first time, M asked her father to join us. She said I know Im going to die soon.
As the MDMA took effect, Ms tics and spasms subsided, her labored breathing became easy and regular, and her pain vanished. We told stories, we laughed, we sang, we danced. M directed us to pick up her limbs and move them to the rhythm of the music. We were in love with her and she with us. We celebrated life. For approximately eight hours, there was only love.
As the MDMA wore off, Ms symptoms began to reappear. We discussed with T what to do next. We could keep M on low doses of MDMA and hope to control her pain, or we could alternate sedation days with MDMA days to maintain the optimum physical, emotional and spiritual benefits of the drug. We decided on the latter.
T gave me enough MDMA for another session and offered to provide whatever was needed for the rest of Ms life. The next day M slept fitfully. She awakened only briefly and no longer ate or drank. I looked forward to the following day when I hoped M would have another ecstatic experience.
When morning came, M could barely be awakened. She took the MDMA sublingually, and promptly went back to sleep. Her sleep became peaceful, without tics, spasms, moans or gasping for breath.
Ms dad joined us when I told him I believed M would not wake up again. For the next eight hours while M slept peacefully, we told stories, played games and caressed M with love.
At 10 p.m., M awoke. Her dad was stroking her and I was reading aloud from Laura Huxley, about the importance of loving touch and the nobility of death. She opened her eyes with an expression of absolute wonder, reached out to touch her dad, and died.
We are grateful beyond measure to T, and to those working to make psychedelic therapy legally available. We are honored to have witnessed and shared a holy experience, my daughters good death.
*Ketamine was prescribed by M's palliative care doctors to reduce the increasingly dangerous levels of other pain medications. It was offered as a last resort; doctors were concerned that it would elicit out-of-body states, a prospect welcomed by the patient.
thestudent14
Bluelighter
I'm gonna take mushi_mushi's side on this one.
Even if I could get regular good MDMA at the moment. I would still very much like to mix it up with the shrooms. Plus picking is so... when you find them anyway, not like when I went Friday and I'd obviously been beaten to the patch.
Also I've had some pretty amazing times on shrooms, it's never reached that amazing feeling of MDMA but definately hits the right spot in my books.
@baysieguy
Thats awesome news to hear you had some good MDMA at a party recently.
I'm also glad to see that the guy was going to sell you 4-mmc as 4-mmc not as MD caps. Which still seems to be going on so often.
What I do find interesting though is that he just said "ah MDMA" but by the way you said it, he didn't seem overly suprised. Perhaps there is some doing the rounds at the moment?
Even if I could get regular good MDMA at the moment. I would still very much like to mix it up with the shrooms. Plus picking is so... when you find them anyway, not like when I went Friday and I'd obviously been beaten to the patch.
Also I've had some pretty amazing times on shrooms, it's never reached that amazing feeling of MDMA but definately hits the right spot in my books.
@baysieguy
Thats awesome news to hear you had some good MDMA at a party recently.
I'm also glad to see that the guy was going to sell you 4-mmc as 4-mmc not as MD caps. Which still seems to be going on so often.
What I do find interesting though is that he just said "ah MDMA" but by the way you said it, he didn't seem overly suprised. Perhaps there is some doing the rounds at the moment?
thestudent14
Bluelighter
@Iconoclast
Thats one hell of a story. Intense.
R.I.P
Thats one hell of a story. Intense.
R.I.P
WitchfinderGeneral
Bluelighter
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Mr Blonde - There are stories amongst some tribes that large reptilian creatures have been spotted in remote, unexplored forests. Probably bullshit, but one can dream.
This gives me an idea for a film, which I would call Jurassic Munt. A gripping tale of some rebellious young dinosaurs who discover some strange looking rocks. Upon use of these rocks, the young dinosaurs start a religious movement, which they call 'off chops'. They are vilified by the older dinosaurs, and are eventually exiled due to this new spirituality. The film would end with a tear jerking scene featuring the rebels reaching for the stars, unaware that they are in fact the asteroids which will obliterate their society.
I need a girlfriend.
This gives me an idea for a film, which I would call Jurassic Munt. A gripping tale of some rebellious young dinosaurs who discover some strange looking rocks. Upon use of these rocks, the young dinosaurs start a religious movement, which they call 'off chops'. They are vilified by the older dinosaurs, and are eventually exiled due to this new spirituality. The film would end with a tear jerking scene featuring the rebels reaching for the stars, unaware that they are in fact the asteroids which will obliterate their society.
I need a girlfriend.
Mr Blonde
Bluelighter
^ I would bank roll that.
heythatsmybike
Bluelighter
I'll help fund that ^^^ could also work with supermans reactions to the red MDMArite rocks and his demise with the green piparite rocks. That dude is such a fiend
I soon stopped going to raves and all that about this time last year.
Looking back on it all the raves I went to had people just loving life and keen for a chat.
One of my friends went to the NYE rave and said people were packing up and going home soon after midnight. I'd dread to think what the raves would be like now that all things decent have pretty much disappeared.
Thats exactly what I've just heard yesterday from a very trusted source of mine. I'll keep you all posted, and see what eventuates.
(Brisbane area)
Mr Blonde
Bluelighter
^ Keep us posted, I'm from Brisbane as well would like to know if there is any out there.
MilliVanilli
Bluelighter
Iconoclast, that was a very moving story. Happy you could share that with us all. Really makes you think how backward this whole situation with MDMA is. I am relieved to hear she spent her final moment in this life in total peace. R.I.P
The_Great_Refusal
Bluelighter
mdai and mdpv crystals 'bombed' give you a 30 min peak that makes mephedrone look like dog poo. ...you literaly cant stop talking emo talk and bite your tongue to SHREDS...munted as fuck.
Its easy to tell > 4-mmc/mephedrone/meow < compared to mdma. But i am so surprised how bad even 'experienced users' think theyve had an md cap. For me, they have very different characteristics.
But, Mdpv crystals is so bloody close (albiet very short duration) its a small window into the world of mdma. Mdai is also very close, but you dont get 'high' just clean empathy feel.
Its easy to tell > 4-mmc/mephedrone/meow < compared to mdma. But i am so surprised how bad even 'experienced users' think theyve had an md cap. For me, they have very different characteristics.
But, Mdpv crystals is so bloody close (albiet very short duration) its a small window into the world of mdma. Mdai is also very close, but you dont get 'high' just clean empathy feel.
Mr Blonde
Bluelighter
^ I thought MDPV was more of a stimulant then an empathy inducing substance?
What if you combined MDAI and MDPV? That might be interesting.
Or maybe a more euphoric stimulant like methamphetamine...
What if you combined MDAI and MDPV? That might be interesting.
Or maybe a more euphoric stimulant like methamphetamine...
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