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N20 + LSD: 2 whippits/ 2 hits: Experienced: The World is Made of Thoughts

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I sit on my living room floor, exhausted from a long day of trudging all over NYC on a couple hits of some white on white LSD with Alex. We have just showered and feel clean refreshed after our expedition. Alex grins at me and grabs for the whippits, "wana try a whippit?..."

duh... I grab the last 3 N20 cartridges and crack 2 of them into a bright blue balloon with a big smiley face on it, I smile back. I put the cold cracker to my lips and inhale that wonderful gas. Alex has just done a whippit about 10seconds prior and is loving it.

Everything goes blurry then fade to nitrous mind space. I hit a place where possibilities were infinite and I was aware of it. I was seated in a meditation position and could see the possibilities flowing out of all my extremities, specifically the crown of my head.
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I also saw/ felt the same awareness and possibilities flowing from Alex, our minds were mingling together, aware of each others possibilities, knowing that we both already knew it all.

I have never had a whippit hit me like this before.

Before it was even over I start trying to explain what is/ was/ will happen to Alex, but he later told me that I was just incoherently babbling and waving around my arms, throwing a few words around like "you, me, it all, knowing" but it made no sense at all. Even after the experience was over I had a difficult time explaining it... probably the lingering effects of the LSD.

The afterglow of this experience left me a giggling fool, curled up in a ball rolling around on the floor in ecstasy. "WHY WHY WHY did we not buy more N20 in the city?!!" But it didn't matter because I could not have asked for a better experience.

I later cracked the last whippit and had a much more mild trip off of it but it was somehow still reminiscent of the trip before, and all the trips before that, and all the trips before that. Nitrous always seems to stem from my very first psychedelic experience and snowball out of control from there.

What surprised me was the length of this experience, Alex says its much longer/ better when on LSD or another psychedelic and now I have to say I agree. 2 cartridges produced a very strong trip where ego death was tangible for a few moments.

Twist. Crack. Hisssssss. Suck. AHHHHHHH Ecstasy.
 
Before it was even over I start trying to explain what is/ was/ will happen to Alex, but he later told me that I was just incoherently babbling and waving around my arms, throwing a few words around like "you, me, it all, knowing" but it made no sense at all. Even after the experience was over I had a difficult time explaining it... probably the lingering effects of the LSD.
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I find this to be true with all dissociatives, and above all N2O. it reminds me of a night my friend and I killed an entire tank while on some rianbow gels on our back deck one sumer night. He was much more experienced then me with N2O as for quite some time before I we moved into together he had, had his job delivering N2O tanks to hospitals. But none the less we killed an entire tank in just under 4 hours lol. I would take a hit, and start speaking gibberish and then as I was coming back ask what I said, he told me nothing coherent and I would try to search for the words, search for the reasons, search for anything tangible from that state to try to explain the epiphany I just had.

he would then slide the tank over to me and say, its useless, just hit teh fucking tank again.


I don't really enjoy N2O just for that reason, its like chasing this monumental realization which cant even be coherently understood out of the frame work of the catalyst which helped to create it. Its like that state and even UNDERSTANDING of that state is contingent upon being in that state. it reminds me of alot of REAL transcendental meditation in which you transcend your own thoughts and enter into eternal bliss. This concept say in its self you have no real memory of it, just a faint knowledge that it happened.

that my take on experiencing what I think may be the same as you have described. I enjoyed reading it though, I could picture the scene perfectly.
 
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