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Methylone. 2-methylamino-1-(3,4-methylenedioxyphenyl)propan-1-one. MDMCAT.
have not written a trip report for awhile, but felt this substance deserves special mention, primarily for its psychotherapeutic value, which is substantial and differs from many other compounds i have sampled, said to be tools tailored for such.
the first experience with Methylone was after a session with a clinical psychologist; the intention was to facilitate integration of certain novel psychological material brought up, some of which resulted in unexpected outpourings of anger which i felt deserved reflecting upon in a more open state.
the slightly yellowish powder smelled like something sweet freshly out of the oven, and produced a satisfactory urine-yellow 20 seconds after initial fizzing on contact with the Marquis reagent.
the initial dose was 15mg. i tend to take any unexplored compound at an order of magnitude less than what is considered a full literature dose, just to see whether my CNS, tweaked in various ways over the last 20 years may be hypersensitive or intolerant to the new chemical.
i am male, healthy late 30’s and versed in a variety of psychoactives, although my last coupled megadose LSD sessions in the late 1980's have kept me mostly clear of the indole / tryptamine families.
T 0:00 the initial dose was taken 30 minutes after completion of the discussion with the cognitive psychologist where my Soulmate was also present, a key part of the transformative process we are exploring to broaden the dimensions of our relationship. she left immediately thereafter for work, and i felt the psychedelic spirit move me. a short prayer for clarity and acceptance, and down went the bitter and vaguely familiar tasting powder.
within 15 minutes, the first alert was felt, rather surprising even on an empty stomach, and the benign, non-threatening nature of the substance became rather evident. this was experienced as an initial warmth in the heart chakra and a desire to breathe deeper, yet slower.
T 0:30 an 86mg booster chased down with a St Migs extra dry and a cone of some familiar and potent indisat mix to put things in perspective, which included more opening of my heart, a very rare process, so off to do some afternoon gardening down by the bay side.
the walk by the beach reintroduced me to the wonders of the oncoming summer, the wind bringing the whitecaps rushing in, the sky dotted with kitesurfers dancing over the waves, competing with a few pelicans out for a fishy snack skimming just ahead of the crest, trees a greening, sun high, hard day’s work behind me. and thinking of it, shit, that was some hard work at the ol’ shrinks office about an hour back…
T 1:00 – T 3:00 in the garden, it is growing as i watch and things are definitely developing. there is no stimulation, the earlier warming of the heart is now felt all over the body, gentle, focused energy glowing from the inside. no MDA cloak, no MDMA nystagmus or overt push to logorrhoea / socialisation - no somatic load to speak of, except the thirst, quelled with another St Migs strategically stashed for the garden.
i breathe deeply and fully, it feels damned good to be alive, there is no hint of the low level depression that has been in the background for some weeks, a very welcome relief.
visual aspect is razor sharp without distortion, there are absolutely no visuals and the process of gardening brings on an almost embarrassing level of rising euphoria, with MDMCAT, more pure and seemingly, much more organic than with its MDMA cousin, in much greater proportion to the slight stimulation that is becoming apparent.
T 3:00 another last 40mg booster at the garden, euphoria and a calm, cantered focus, in the sun i can smell my sweat tinged with the caramel of Methylone or is it the sweet pollen coming off all the flowers? all women walking by have a certain attarctive phermonic scent, hmmm, a giant black cat jumps right into our carrot patch after a mouse, he does not take it kindly to my efforts to remove all of his 10kg.
working on weeding, tilling the soil, bugs and worms askittle, the body in tune with every motion, a total of ~140mg and i am glad i did not take the recommended 185mg, that would be too much.
there is a magical feeling of rightness the likes of which i have not felt since 1985 when i tried pure MDMA for the first few times. watering revitalises not only the garden but my spirit, i chat with a few locals, conversation is easy and humoured, a wide grin stays on my face, good thing the sunnies are very dark; i pick a few tasty items – the leeks are ready, as are the silver beets - and head back to the house at a leisurely pace.
easy does it. not too fast, not too slow, just right, whatever the pace. thoughts are not racing, they flow clear and do not tend to tangent off. i see a goodness in the faces of the people i pass, and don’t feel at all messed up, but rather, as what i should, and most of the time would like to feel like, no distortion, just wellbeing. driving would be a no-no, all the same.
T 4:00- T 7:00 walking back was an act of exhilaration in the sublime coordinated system that is the biorobot of the body, the drug is in full effect. back home and so is the Soulmate, radiant in spite of a hard days work.
oh, you ate somehting, she says right off, with a pseudo frown. she is wiped and hungry but i am pulled to her like a magnet, i want to touch her softness, wallow in her waist-long hair, smell her sweaty skin, ravish and lick and wallow, you get the picture. arggh, another property becomes apparent, Methylone is insanely erotic. she is all receptive, and just so female...
and then, we realize that a couple of trigger words later, the psych session is back full force, sex is forgotten and we go over, now in an extremely open fashion sans defences, this state unable to be achieved in the rather clinical setting of the psychologist’s office where we aired some issues in a fairly vocal, painful fashion.
in my state, it is easy discussing the now irrelevant programming that we all carry which causes some much emotional pain and useless clutter that tends to accumulate like soul lint and often sours into resentment in long term relationships.
she is quick to note my receptivity and empathy, we quickly become lost in conversation, not the trivial shit, going over the material and our plans, now without the emotional fever.
for the record, as i mentioned in my other reports, my partner takes no drugs at all (piracetam, ginseng and valerian being exceptions), she drinks no coffee or alcohol. yet as an extremely creative, artistic and musical soul, she normally vibrates at a frequency that most drug users achieve only on their most revelatory occasions. sometimes i wonder why she loves me.
we walk over to the local sushi joint and order the yummy raw fish (no see-through sushi at this place, best in Melbourne) and eat it outdoors as the red sun eases gently into the calming waters of the bay. the food, i realise is not at all repulsive like on most psychs (2C-T-21 being the sole exception) but rather delicious, at least the simple exquisite precision of the fish, rice and just a tad of soy and pickled ginger. another beer is good, hmm, extra good.
T 8:00 back at home, i become conscious of the extent of my tiredness, the comedown is looming, staved off with a few cones, a tea for her, and i am blessed with a massage.
Kukan Dub Lagan’s “Life is Nice” and Red Seal’s “Black Ops" provide the chill dub soundscapes which sound divinely inspired in the ultimate nuances of soulful and righteous production.
did you realise your jaw is moving, she says? i did not. her fingers, stronger than any masseur's from many years of piano performance work the tension which did in fact accumulate in my neck, upper back and adrenals. i return the favour with as much force as i can gather – not much, but enough for me to fully enjoy the pleasure of giving a loved one pleasure. i feel integration has been achieved, beyond my expectations.
reinliven long enough to wallow in her flesh, kissing that spot on her neck slightly behind and below her ear and thoughts of sex resurface, but we are both way too tired, off to bed. join her and drift off to sleep, somewhat shallow, her warmth a treasure i should cherish more often.
overview: this one should be reserved for special and important times. its short duration is a bonus in my opinion and adds to the significant therapeutic benefits. There is no outlandish ego inflation, no bothersome somatic effects, no nausea and hardly any silliness. There is no silly eye candy of 2C-I, no brutal sometimes brutal analytical internalisation of the other 2C’s and no LSD / mushrooms ego shredding, of course. there are no visual distortions.
i think Methylone opens doors to creativity, and in my case, helped remove a rather chronic writer's block, both writ and music. on the physical side, working out has now taken on a new appeal, heck, about time. and i find myself less irritated with the usual dross.
warning: rapid tolerance and, ahem, an immediate perception of potential to be very habit forming as i felt a jones for more almost right off, on the comedown – and the next day.
albeit, i believe this will be self limiting due to definite serotonin depletion felt the day after, counteracted for the most part with 5-HTP 100mg, piracetam 2,000mg, centrophenoxine 250mg, l-phenylalanine 1,000 mg, selegeline 2.5mg and MelatoninTi 3mg before sleep the day after. Hopefully, due to different metabolic pathways, many of the neurotoxic effects of MDMA will not be a factor.
the second experience - in retrospect regretfully within 2 weeks of the first - at full 190mg did not produce any more qualitative empathogenic effects, contrary to what i was led to expect from posted information. more stimulation was present and keeping focused on specific issues for more than 10 minutes at a time became problematic at times, a distraction.
the next experiments will be spaced well in the future, at spiritually charged outdoor location with spectacular vista, daytime of course. I wonder if subthreshold doses may function as safe short-term antidepressants.
BTW, this one is one of the very few i would recommend to my very sensitive Soulmate, without reservation.
have not written a trip report for awhile, but felt this substance deserves special mention, primarily for its psychotherapeutic value, which is substantial and differs from many other compounds i have sampled, said to be tools tailored for such.
the first experience with Methylone was after a session with a clinical psychologist; the intention was to facilitate integration of certain novel psychological material brought up, some of which resulted in unexpected outpourings of anger which i felt deserved reflecting upon in a more open state.
the slightly yellowish powder smelled like something sweet freshly out of the oven, and produced a satisfactory urine-yellow 20 seconds after initial fizzing on contact with the Marquis reagent.
the initial dose was 15mg. i tend to take any unexplored compound at an order of magnitude less than what is considered a full literature dose, just to see whether my CNS, tweaked in various ways over the last 20 years may be hypersensitive or intolerant to the new chemical.
i am male, healthy late 30’s and versed in a variety of psychoactives, although my last coupled megadose LSD sessions in the late 1980's have kept me mostly clear of the indole / tryptamine families.
T 0:00 the initial dose was taken 30 minutes after completion of the discussion with the cognitive psychologist where my Soulmate was also present, a key part of the transformative process we are exploring to broaden the dimensions of our relationship. she left immediately thereafter for work, and i felt the psychedelic spirit move me. a short prayer for clarity and acceptance, and down went the bitter and vaguely familiar tasting powder.
within 15 minutes, the first alert was felt, rather surprising even on an empty stomach, and the benign, non-threatening nature of the substance became rather evident. this was experienced as an initial warmth in the heart chakra and a desire to breathe deeper, yet slower.
T 0:30 an 86mg booster chased down with a St Migs extra dry and a cone of some familiar and potent indisat mix to put things in perspective, which included more opening of my heart, a very rare process, so off to do some afternoon gardening down by the bay side.
the walk by the beach reintroduced me to the wonders of the oncoming summer, the wind bringing the whitecaps rushing in, the sky dotted with kitesurfers dancing over the waves, competing with a few pelicans out for a fishy snack skimming just ahead of the crest, trees a greening, sun high, hard day’s work behind me. and thinking of it, shit, that was some hard work at the ol’ shrinks office about an hour back…
T 1:00 – T 3:00 in the garden, it is growing as i watch and things are definitely developing. there is no stimulation, the earlier warming of the heart is now felt all over the body, gentle, focused energy glowing from the inside. no MDA cloak, no MDMA nystagmus or overt push to logorrhoea / socialisation - no somatic load to speak of, except the thirst, quelled with another St Migs strategically stashed for the garden.
i breathe deeply and fully, it feels damned good to be alive, there is no hint of the low level depression that has been in the background for some weeks, a very welcome relief.
visual aspect is razor sharp without distortion, there are absolutely no visuals and the process of gardening brings on an almost embarrassing level of rising euphoria, with MDMCAT, more pure and seemingly, much more organic than with its MDMA cousin, in much greater proportion to the slight stimulation that is becoming apparent.
T 3:00 another last 40mg booster at the garden, euphoria and a calm, cantered focus, in the sun i can smell my sweat tinged with the caramel of Methylone or is it the sweet pollen coming off all the flowers? all women walking by have a certain attarctive phermonic scent, hmmm, a giant black cat jumps right into our carrot patch after a mouse, he does not take it kindly to my efforts to remove all of his 10kg.
working on weeding, tilling the soil, bugs and worms askittle, the body in tune with every motion, a total of ~140mg and i am glad i did not take the recommended 185mg, that would be too much.
there is a magical feeling of rightness the likes of which i have not felt since 1985 when i tried pure MDMA for the first few times. watering revitalises not only the garden but my spirit, i chat with a few locals, conversation is easy and humoured, a wide grin stays on my face, good thing the sunnies are very dark; i pick a few tasty items – the leeks are ready, as are the silver beets - and head back to the house at a leisurely pace.
easy does it. not too fast, not too slow, just right, whatever the pace. thoughts are not racing, they flow clear and do not tend to tangent off. i see a goodness in the faces of the people i pass, and don’t feel at all messed up, but rather, as what i should, and most of the time would like to feel like, no distortion, just wellbeing. driving would be a no-no, all the same.
T 4:00- T 7:00 walking back was an act of exhilaration in the sublime coordinated system that is the biorobot of the body, the drug is in full effect. back home and so is the Soulmate, radiant in spite of a hard days work.
oh, you ate somehting, she says right off, with a pseudo frown. she is wiped and hungry but i am pulled to her like a magnet, i want to touch her softness, wallow in her waist-long hair, smell her sweaty skin, ravish and lick and wallow, you get the picture. arggh, another property becomes apparent, Methylone is insanely erotic. she is all receptive, and just so female...
and then, we realize that a couple of trigger words later, the psych session is back full force, sex is forgotten and we go over, now in an extremely open fashion sans defences, this state unable to be achieved in the rather clinical setting of the psychologist’s office where we aired some issues in a fairly vocal, painful fashion.
in my state, it is easy discussing the now irrelevant programming that we all carry which causes some much emotional pain and useless clutter that tends to accumulate like soul lint and often sours into resentment in long term relationships.
she is quick to note my receptivity and empathy, we quickly become lost in conversation, not the trivial shit, going over the material and our plans, now without the emotional fever.
for the record, as i mentioned in my other reports, my partner takes no drugs at all (piracetam, ginseng and valerian being exceptions), she drinks no coffee or alcohol. yet as an extremely creative, artistic and musical soul, she normally vibrates at a frequency that most drug users achieve only on their most revelatory occasions. sometimes i wonder why she loves me.
we walk over to the local sushi joint and order the yummy raw fish (no see-through sushi at this place, best in Melbourne) and eat it outdoors as the red sun eases gently into the calming waters of the bay. the food, i realise is not at all repulsive like on most psychs (2C-T-21 being the sole exception) but rather delicious, at least the simple exquisite precision of the fish, rice and just a tad of soy and pickled ginger. another beer is good, hmm, extra good.
T 8:00 back at home, i become conscious of the extent of my tiredness, the comedown is looming, staved off with a few cones, a tea for her, and i am blessed with a massage.
Kukan Dub Lagan’s “Life is Nice” and Red Seal’s “Black Ops" provide the chill dub soundscapes which sound divinely inspired in the ultimate nuances of soulful and righteous production.
did you realise your jaw is moving, she says? i did not. her fingers, stronger than any masseur's from many years of piano performance work the tension which did in fact accumulate in my neck, upper back and adrenals. i return the favour with as much force as i can gather – not much, but enough for me to fully enjoy the pleasure of giving a loved one pleasure. i feel integration has been achieved, beyond my expectations.
reinliven long enough to wallow in her flesh, kissing that spot on her neck slightly behind and below her ear and thoughts of sex resurface, but we are both way too tired, off to bed. join her and drift off to sleep, somewhat shallow, her warmth a treasure i should cherish more often.
overview: this one should be reserved for special and important times. its short duration is a bonus in my opinion and adds to the significant therapeutic benefits. There is no outlandish ego inflation, no bothersome somatic effects, no nausea and hardly any silliness. There is no silly eye candy of 2C-I, no brutal sometimes brutal analytical internalisation of the other 2C’s and no LSD / mushrooms ego shredding, of course. there are no visual distortions.
i think Methylone opens doors to creativity, and in my case, helped remove a rather chronic writer's block, both writ and music. on the physical side, working out has now taken on a new appeal, heck, about time. and i find myself less irritated with the usual dross.
warning: rapid tolerance and, ahem, an immediate perception of potential to be very habit forming as i felt a jones for more almost right off, on the comedown – and the next day.
albeit, i believe this will be self limiting due to definite serotonin depletion felt the day after, counteracted for the most part with 5-HTP 100mg, piracetam 2,000mg, centrophenoxine 250mg, l-phenylalanine 1,000 mg, selegeline 2.5mg and MelatoninTi 3mg before sleep the day after. Hopefully, due to different metabolic pathways, many of the neurotoxic effects of MDMA will not be a factor.
the second experience - in retrospect regretfully within 2 weeks of the first - at full 190mg did not produce any more qualitative empathogenic effects, contrary to what i was led to expect from posted information. more stimulation was present and keeping focused on specific issues for more than 10 minutes at a time became problematic at times, a distraction.
the next experiments will be spaced well in the future, at spiritually charged outdoor location with spectacular vista, daytime of course. I wonder if subthreshold doses may function as safe short-term antidepressants.
BTW, this one is one of the very few i would recommend to my very sensitive Soulmate, without reservation.
