I'd like to tell you all about a little experiment I did this weekend.
I had approximately 3/4 gram of mushrooms left over from a previous trip when I had been unable to finish the bag, so I ground it up and put it into gelcaps. Having never tried the combo of shrooms and foxy, I decided to add ~8 mg 5-MeO-DIPT (a threshold dose for me) in order to get something out of the meager amount of mushrooms.
I popped the pills and then a wrench was thrown in the face of my plans for a night of introspection under the stars by two girls who convinced me to accompany them to a frat party. At the party, I drank some wine and beer, but not enough to cause any type of gastrointestinal discomfort. About half an hour after I had arrived, I started to feel threshold effects in the form of a mild body buzz that combined well with the small amount of alcohol I had consumed. Visually, the boundaries between things were becoming more defined. All in all, the comeup effects were pretty mild, I could still talk to people perfectly normally, and was having fun encountering friends whom I had not seen all summer (we are on the quarter system so classes just started last week). Some of my friends remarked that I seemed unusually alert and energetic in comparison with my usual self. For the past two weeks, I have been living in a perpetual haze of THC, and that remark brought my blazed quotidian state to my attention. I knew that the hallucinogens I had taken were not having any noticeable effect on my behavior, other than cutting through the haze of the marijuana, and I realized how different, and probably less engaging, I must seem to people when I am stoned. After a bit more shmoozing I lose the ladies I came with and meet up with another group of drunkard friends, G, H, and J. They give me cigarette and I light up. As I exhale my first hit, I feel a generalized stimulation that is more than just the nicotine. If I had to say where I truly started to come up, this would be the moment. As we watch the drunken masses stream past, two girls get up on the table in front of the kegs and dance around. We loudly remark that they should bust some "Girls Gone Wild" shit or get off the table, but nobody listens.
I continue to roam around the frat talking to people as my heightening sense of smell becomes increasingly sensitive to that boozy, sweaty permastank that always permeates every frat party. The effects after an hour are still pretty mild, with no significant visual activity and a mellow body buzz. By this point I am fed up with the teeming crowd and the random people spilling booze on me, so I leave. Once outside, I took greater notice of the trip, observing slight psilocybin-like visual perturbations if I looked out at a repeating surface such as a grassy field or a fractal object such as a tree branch. The body high was definitely more similar to foxy, as I did not experience the drunken swagger of shrooms. Nothing too mindblowing though, as I was "half-tripping," caught on the fence between sober and tryptamine headspaces.
Swinging by G and J's room, I notice that the drunken trio of G, H, and J had returned and were doing whipits. I entered and joined the fun. The first canister of nitrous gave me the extra little nudge I needed to move over to a fully tripping headspace, putting me firmly on the plateau. The ringing in my ears from the balloon resolved into the the weird pitch shifting auditory effects characteristic of 5-MeO-DIPT. The music in the room sounded like it was pitched down a key. G took a balloon and passed the cracker to H, who was really drunk off cheap box wine by this point. H inhaled a bulb, collapsed out of his chair, then passed the gear back to me. The next balloon was just as good as the first. When I opened my eyes, I noticed a slight shimmer around objects. The music dropped an octave. Suddenly I felt a movement in my bowels
I got up to go to the bathroom. No, not diarrhea, if that's what you were expecting me to say. The only hallucinogens that give me diarrhea are the 2C's; my digestive tract can deal with others pretty well, though not always comfortably. This shit was of the "monster" variety. It was so big it nearly clogged the toilet. It felt as if my entire intestinal tract was flexing to clear all solid matter out of it. At least it wasn't antiperistalsis. At the end of that, I felt a lot better. It is really weird how excreting bodily fluids or waste can totally change the trajectory of a trip.
Anyways, on with the story. I return to the room to find very few canisters left and H completely smashed from alternately taking shots and doing whipits. I grab a bulb and load it up. Now that the gastrointestinal tension had passed, this bulb took me out there. Sound was pitchshifted so quickly and severely it sounded like it was being warped. I found I could "mix" the voice of J and the music through conscious pitchshifting. However, as I made this discovery the effects of the nitrous quickly wore off. There was very little visual component to the nitrous; it was mainly auditory and gave a slight body rush. The patterns on the fabric of my poncho were shimmering but not moving, though the hairs protruding from the fabric seemed to sway from my peripheral vision. As we were getting up to go to my room, I found a canister under the couch, and did it. Coming so soon on the heels of the last, the effects were not as great. I hate how nitrous has diminishing returns like that. Gotta eat your B12 vitamins kids!
Upon our arrival at my room, I busted out my bong and loaded it with a fat bowl of Northern Lights X (Northern Lights #5 X Haze). This weed is incredible, being completely hallucinogenic after a couple of bong hits. With dilated bronchii thanks to the tryptamines, I slowly, deliberately inhaled a large amount of smoke into my lungs, and passed the bong over to J. When I could no longer hold my breath, I exhaled a plume of fragrant smoke that filled the room. The pungent, piney fragrance was tickling my olfactory system in a very nice way. There is nothing quite like the taste of good weed while tripping. I noticed a resurgence of the auditory effects but they seemed to be more controllable than with the nitrous; if I concentrated on anything I heard it would eventually start to pitchshift all over the place. The bong went around, I reloaded it, and it went around again. Then we went out to the lounge, where J and H became embroiled in a game of chess.
I watch them drunkenly play chess and take note of each player's moves. Interestingly, my mind is slightly more attuned to chess, a game at which I suck, than it would be in its sober state. The chess set on which they were playing is made of frosted/clear glass, so the pieces seemed slightly prismatic to my somewhat altered perception. Little magenta-yellow-cyan dots form auras around the pieces if I concentrate hard enough. Eventually we all get bored of playing or watching and my three friends leave. I go back into my room and surf the net aimlessly for a while.
In my bored yet tripping state, I come up with the idea of adding a little MDA to the mix. I deliberate this for a while and decide to only do a little bit, so I won't feel adverse effects the next day. I bust out one of the orange omegas (pills with 150+ mg MDA) that I had at the time and chip off at most 1/5 of it. Almost immediately after snorting the bump, I can feel the MDA manifesting itself. Its serotonin-releasing properties are definitely magnified by the foxy in a manner that suggests 5-MeO-DIPT has serotonin-releasing activity of its own. This is NOT the only time I have experienced what I call "the serotonin matrix" from 5-MeO-DIPT, though it is of course MUCH more pronounced with the truly serotonin releasing MDXX coumpounds.
Feeling a sudden urge to get up and do something (can you say dopamine release?), I pick up all the dirty cups, plates, and silverware from my room and take them downstairs to the kitchen. I get a much-needed drink of water and then proceed to wash all the dirty shit I brought down. The simple act of scrubbing gives me unusual pleasure, and I smile sardonically while thinking of the predictability of dopamine-induced behavioral patterns.
Upon returning to my room, I decide its time for some music. Donning my headphones in order to better hear the panning effects, I put on "Maia," a classic psytrance track by the Pleiadians. It doesn't take me as far out as I had hoped, but it is still a pleasureable experience and I do meld with the music to some small extent. Deciding that this crazed, high-pitched melodic music suits my current mind state, I continue to listen to tracks from the Pleiadians' seminal album "Identified Flying Objects" until my roommate comes back from his travels.
We talk briefly about the party that he spun at that night and then he starts to pack mad bowls. The weed activates the hallucinogenic component of the MDA, which in turn brings out the visual aspects of the mushrooms and foxy. My roommate, inspired by the set he spun earlier that evening, hops on his decks and begins to lay down a fat set of psytrance. Sedated by the marijuana, I lay down on his futon and let myself be taken for a musical ride. I am directly under a tapestry on my roommate's ceiling that has a diamond pattern of brown buddhas on a green, white, and red mosaic background. As I concentrate on the tapestry, the patterns shift and flow to the music. The effort of creating visuals is rewarded by the unique edge that the foxy and mushrooms give to the MDA. It was nothing even close to mind blowing, being simply eye candy but amusing at that. It was perfect for the set and setting of laying on my roommate's futon smoking weed with him while he was spinning his set. I don't know how long he spun for, but it was probably around 2 hours. This was probably the most enjoyable part of the entire trip; I was living in the moment with the purely sensory enjoyment of the music and the visuals. After my rommate stops spinning, we smoke one more bowl out of the bong. Then I go back to my room, masturbate, take 200 mg 5-HTP, and crash as the dawn's light begins to make itself apparent through my curtains. My last thought as I fall asleep is a resolution to end on a good by making this my last campus trip for a while.
[ 24 October 2002: Message edited by: 5-HT2 ]
I had approximately 3/4 gram of mushrooms left over from a previous trip when I had been unable to finish the bag, so I ground it up and put it into gelcaps. Having never tried the combo of shrooms and foxy, I decided to add ~8 mg 5-MeO-DIPT (a threshold dose for me) in order to get something out of the meager amount of mushrooms.
I popped the pills and then a wrench was thrown in the face of my plans for a night of introspection under the stars by two girls who convinced me to accompany them to a frat party. At the party, I drank some wine and beer, but not enough to cause any type of gastrointestinal discomfort. About half an hour after I had arrived, I started to feel threshold effects in the form of a mild body buzz that combined well with the small amount of alcohol I had consumed. Visually, the boundaries between things were becoming more defined. All in all, the comeup effects were pretty mild, I could still talk to people perfectly normally, and was having fun encountering friends whom I had not seen all summer (we are on the quarter system so classes just started last week). Some of my friends remarked that I seemed unusually alert and energetic in comparison with my usual self. For the past two weeks, I have been living in a perpetual haze of THC, and that remark brought my blazed quotidian state to my attention. I knew that the hallucinogens I had taken were not having any noticeable effect on my behavior, other than cutting through the haze of the marijuana, and I realized how different, and probably less engaging, I must seem to people when I am stoned. After a bit more shmoozing I lose the ladies I came with and meet up with another group of drunkard friends, G, H, and J. They give me cigarette and I light up. As I exhale my first hit, I feel a generalized stimulation that is more than just the nicotine. If I had to say where I truly started to come up, this would be the moment. As we watch the drunken masses stream past, two girls get up on the table in front of the kegs and dance around. We loudly remark that they should bust some "Girls Gone Wild" shit or get off the table, but nobody listens.
I continue to roam around the frat talking to people as my heightening sense of smell becomes increasingly sensitive to that boozy, sweaty permastank that always permeates every frat party. The effects after an hour are still pretty mild, with no significant visual activity and a mellow body buzz. By this point I am fed up with the teeming crowd and the random people spilling booze on me, so I leave. Once outside, I took greater notice of the trip, observing slight psilocybin-like visual perturbations if I looked out at a repeating surface such as a grassy field or a fractal object such as a tree branch. The body high was definitely more similar to foxy, as I did not experience the drunken swagger of shrooms. Nothing too mindblowing though, as I was "half-tripping," caught on the fence between sober and tryptamine headspaces.
Swinging by G and J's room, I notice that the drunken trio of G, H, and J had returned and were doing whipits. I entered and joined the fun. The first canister of nitrous gave me the extra little nudge I needed to move over to a fully tripping headspace, putting me firmly on the plateau. The ringing in my ears from the balloon resolved into the the weird pitch shifting auditory effects characteristic of 5-MeO-DIPT. The music in the room sounded like it was pitched down a key. G took a balloon and passed the cracker to H, who was really drunk off cheap box wine by this point. H inhaled a bulb, collapsed out of his chair, then passed the gear back to me. The next balloon was just as good as the first. When I opened my eyes, I noticed a slight shimmer around objects. The music dropped an octave. Suddenly I felt a movement in my bowels
I got up to go to the bathroom. No, not diarrhea, if that's what you were expecting me to say. The only hallucinogens that give me diarrhea are the 2C's; my digestive tract can deal with others pretty well, though not always comfortably. This shit was of the "monster" variety. It was so big it nearly clogged the toilet. It felt as if my entire intestinal tract was flexing to clear all solid matter out of it. At least it wasn't antiperistalsis. At the end of that, I felt a lot better. It is really weird how excreting bodily fluids or waste can totally change the trajectory of a trip.
Anyways, on with the story. I return to the room to find very few canisters left and H completely smashed from alternately taking shots and doing whipits. I grab a bulb and load it up. Now that the gastrointestinal tension had passed, this bulb took me out there. Sound was pitchshifted so quickly and severely it sounded like it was being warped. I found I could "mix" the voice of J and the music through conscious pitchshifting. However, as I made this discovery the effects of the nitrous quickly wore off. There was very little visual component to the nitrous; it was mainly auditory and gave a slight body rush. The patterns on the fabric of my poncho were shimmering but not moving, though the hairs protruding from the fabric seemed to sway from my peripheral vision. As we were getting up to go to my room, I found a canister under the couch, and did it. Coming so soon on the heels of the last, the effects were not as great. I hate how nitrous has diminishing returns like that. Gotta eat your B12 vitamins kids!
Upon our arrival at my room, I busted out my bong and loaded it with a fat bowl of Northern Lights X (Northern Lights #5 X Haze). This weed is incredible, being completely hallucinogenic after a couple of bong hits. With dilated bronchii thanks to the tryptamines, I slowly, deliberately inhaled a large amount of smoke into my lungs, and passed the bong over to J. When I could no longer hold my breath, I exhaled a plume of fragrant smoke that filled the room. The pungent, piney fragrance was tickling my olfactory system in a very nice way. There is nothing quite like the taste of good weed while tripping. I noticed a resurgence of the auditory effects but they seemed to be more controllable than with the nitrous; if I concentrated on anything I heard it would eventually start to pitchshift all over the place. The bong went around, I reloaded it, and it went around again. Then we went out to the lounge, where J and H became embroiled in a game of chess.
I watch them drunkenly play chess and take note of each player's moves. Interestingly, my mind is slightly more attuned to chess, a game at which I suck, than it would be in its sober state. The chess set on which they were playing is made of frosted/clear glass, so the pieces seemed slightly prismatic to my somewhat altered perception. Little magenta-yellow-cyan dots form auras around the pieces if I concentrate hard enough. Eventually we all get bored of playing or watching and my three friends leave. I go back into my room and surf the net aimlessly for a while.
In my bored yet tripping state, I come up with the idea of adding a little MDA to the mix. I deliberate this for a while and decide to only do a little bit, so I won't feel adverse effects the next day. I bust out one of the orange omegas (pills with 150+ mg MDA) that I had at the time and chip off at most 1/5 of it. Almost immediately after snorting the bump, I can feel the MDA manifesting itself. Its serotonin-releasing properties are definitely magnified by the foxy in a manner that suggests 5-MeO-DIPT has serotonin-releasing activity of its own. This is NOT the only time I have experienced what I call "the serotonin matrix" from 5-MeO-DIPT, though it is of course MUCH more pronounced with the truly serotonin releasing MDXX coumpounds.
Feeling a sudden urge to get up and do something (can you say dopamine release?), I pick up all the dirty cups, plates, and silverware from my room and take them downstairs to the kitchen. I get a much-needed drink of water and then proceed to wash all the dirty shit I brought down. The simple act of scrubbing gives me unusual pleasure, and I smile sardonically while thinking of the predictability of dopamine-induced behavioral patterns.
Upon returning to my room, I decide its time for some music. Donning my headphones in order to better hear the panning effects, I put on "Maia," a classic psytrance track by the Pleiadians. It doesn't take me as far out as I had hoped, but it is still a pleasureable experience and I do meld with the music to some small extent. Deciding that this crazed, high-pitched melodic music suits my current mind state, I continue to listen to tracks from the Pleiadians' seminal album "Identified Flying Objects" until my roommate comes back from his travels.
We talk briefly about the party that he spun at that night and then he starts to pack mad bowls. The weed activates the hallucinogenic component of the MDA, which in turn brings out the visual aspects of the mushrooms and foxy. My roommate, inspired by the set he spun earlier that evening, hops on his decks and begins to lay down a fat set of psytrance. Sedated by the marijuana, I lay down on his futon and let myself be taken for a musical ride. I am directly under a tapestry on my roommate's ceiling that has a diamond pattern of brown buddhas on a green, white, and red mosaic background. As I concentrate on the tapestry, the patterns shift and flow to the music. The effort of creating visuals is rewarded by the unique edge that the foxy and mushrooms give to the MDA. It was nothing even close to mind blowing, being simply eye candy but amusing at that. It was perfect for the set and setting of laying on my roommate's futon smoking weed with him while he was spinning his set. I don't know how long he spun for, but it was probably around 2 hours. This was probably the most enjoyable part of the entire trip; I was living in the moment with the purely sensory enjoyment of the music and the visuals. After my rommate stops spinning, we smoke one more bowl out of the bong. Then I go back to my room, masturbate, take 200 mg 5-HTP, and crash as the dawn's light begins to make itself apparent through my curtains. My last thought as I fall asleep is a resolution to end on a good by making this my last campus trip for a while.
[ 24 October 2002: Message edited by: 5-HT2 ]
Keep up the good work...
