Hi friends!This will be about nitrous oxide — about the fact that it’s not a drug, but a gift from God, who got tired of people living on the same planet yet being unable to coexist, putting money above everything else. Nitrous oxide gives the clearest possible contact with God, a one-on-one conversation. Join in.
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emkee_reinvented
Bluelighter
Greenhouse gas as gift from God, that is a way of seeing coexist differently.
It worse then CO2. N2O by human s. lets discount what fumes from Cow asses.
Enlightning.My acquaintance with nitrous oxide began in 2012.At the very beginning, everything revealed during this micro-journey is erased almost instantly — the moment the gas leaves the body. No images remain. No details. Only a warm, quiet feeling lingers, as if you had touched something magical, otherworldly — something that cannot be carried back with you.Personally, I was shown a mechanism.It was sorting something.Without haste.Without effort.Perfect.Later, I asked AI what other people see under nitrous oxide, and I was genuinely surprised: many described the very same mechanism. People spoke of it as something ancient — as if it were millions of years old, and yet flawless. Perfect in every detail. But no one could say what exactly it was sorting. Or rather, they could — but only there, inside the experience. Upon returning, that knowledge slipped away, dissolving like a dream at dawn.This alone suggests that there is something more in this experience than a mere effect.There is another important moment: when the mechanism appears, a feeling arises that you have suddenly understood the very essence of the universe. Not in words — but all at once, completely. And this understanding fills you with awe, a quiet joy, a deep “aha” that cannot be explained.Returning to the beginning — our acquaintance was brief. Just a couple of months. Then I decided to stop. I think that at that moment, we made a kind of agreement. I asked for time — to finish my earthly affairs, to live this life here.Over the next twelve years, I had two children, bought a home, and started a business.And the most interesting part begins next…
Life went on. I had always liked getting high. At different times, amphetamine, ecstasy, MDMA, cocaine, weed, and hash came into play. Still, I was never truly hooked on anything — except, perhaps, weed. I’ve been smoking it for twenty-three years.
Family life turned out to be unbearably dull. Maybe that’s just my story. My wife never shared my interests: she never liked raves, never liked that whole culture. Anything stronger than weed, she tried only once in her life.
I told my wife about everything I had used — except nitrous oxide. I don’t know why. Which is strange, really, because in Russia it’s legal, while everything else I mentioned was illegal.
And then came the moment when family life cracked. I moved out. One of the very first days, I got myself a five-liter tank — about three kilograms of pure nitrous oxide.
God, it felt amazing.
At that time, I still didn’t remember anything after coming out of the gas. Maybe it was because of the alcohol — I was emptying that tank while drinking. But the sensation of that high cannot be confused with anything else. That ringing in the ears after the first powerful inhale — it’s unmistakable, unlike anything else
Family life turned out to be unbearably dull. Maybe that’s just my story. My wife never shared my interests: she never liked raves, never liked that whole culture. Anything stronger than weed, she tried only once in her life.
I told my wife about everything I had used — except nitrous oxide. I don’t know why. Which is strange, really, because in Russia it’s legal, while everything else I mentioned was illegal.
And then came the moment when family life cracked. I moved out. One of the very first days, I got myself a five-liter tank — about three kilograms of pure nitrous oxide.
God, it felt amazing.
At that time, I still didn’t remember anything after coming out of the gas. Maybe it was because of the alcohol — I was emptying that tank while drinking. But the sensation of that high cannot be confused with anything else. That ringing in the ears after the first powerful inhale — it’s unmistakable, unlike anything else
emkee_reinvented
Bluelighter
On the combo of MDMA and N2O, both enhance each other in an good way.
Witnessed time standing still. While my thought s kept going.
To return to the point i begun before the lapse began, from that point conversation.
Continued didn t miss a word still wonder where was it that my thought s went on.
Outside of time. Felt like doing a Ohm.
bit like the upper part or this loop
People that used Nitrous on other drugs surely experienced this.
No idea what to make of it, it was impressing ime.
Witnessed time standing still. While my thought s kept going.
To return to the point i begun before the lapse began, from that point conversation.
Continued didn t miss a word still wonder where was it that my thought s went on.
Outside of time. Felt like doing a Ohm.
bit like the upper part or this loopPeople that used Nitrous on other drugs surely experienced this.
No idea what to make of it, it was impressing ime.
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About a year and a half ago, while celebrating a friend’s birthday, we rented a country house. We brought twenty liters of nitrous oxide, four tabs of LSD, a couple of grams of MDMA, and plenty of weed. By that time, we had already worked out an almost perfect formula for a great weekend.
On Friday evening, we met with friends, took MDMA, rode the wave, and then calmly went to sleep. Saturday morning meant a light breakfast, and closer to noon, LSD came into play. By evening, when the effects began to fade, we could pour some whiskey and talk through how it all went. Sunday was for packing up and heading home.
In the past, all of this was accompanied by alcohol — which I consider the worst of pleasures. But this time, there was gas, and hardly anyone drank.
Everything was going perfectly, as usual. The LSD was already wearing off. I took a deep inhale — and reality changed.
It felt as if I had entered some kind of cosmic port. There were yetis there, dancing to our music. After the next powerful inhale, a huge red Pac-Man appeared in front of me — about three meters tall. Truly massive. I had never experienced visions like that before.
The image quality was unreal — like Ultra HD. After the next inhale, reality itself began to assemble right before my eyes: wherever I shifted my gaze, everything changed in that very spot.
My excitement knew no bounds. Compared to this, everything I had previously seen on LSD felt like a pale imitation of visuals.
At that moment, it seemed to me that the image was being broadcast from the future. There was no fear, no sense of divine presence — rather, a feeling that the signal was being transmitted directly into the brain.
That evening, I also saw the mechanism again. And once more, the feeling arose that the secrets of the universe had been revealed. I jumped up and shouted across the room, “I got it!” I ran to a friend to explain what I had understood — and at that exact moment, everything was erased from memory again.
I still haven’t unraveled the mystery of the mechanism, even though I’ve seen it dozens of times.
After that trip, most sessions with gas were accompanied by intense visuals. There was only one mandatory condition — complete absence of alcohol. With alcohol, it simply doesn’t work.
On Friday evening, we met with friends, took MDMA, rode the wave, and then calmly went to sleep. Saturday morning meant a light breakfast, and closer to noon, LSD came into play. By evening, when the effects began to fade, we could pour some whiskey and talk through how it all went. Sunday was for packing up and heading home.
In the past, all of this was accompanied by alcohol — which I consider the worst of pleasures. But this time, there was gas, and hardly anyone drank.
Everything was going perfectly, as usual. The LSD was already wearing off. I took a deep inhale — and reality changed.
It felt as if I had entered some kind of cosmic port. There were yetis there, dancing to our music. After the next powerful inhale, a huge red Pac-Man appeared in front of me — about three meters tall. Truly massive. I had never experienced visions like that before.
The image quality was unreal — like Ultra HD. After the next inhale, reality itself began to assemble right before my eyes: wherever I shifted my gaze, everything changed in that very spot.
My excitement knew no bounds. Compared to this, everything I had previously seen on LSD felt like a pale imitation of visuals.
At that moment, it seemed to me that the image was being broadcast from the future. There was no fear, no sense of divine presence — rather, a feeling that the signal was being transmitted directly into the brain.
That evening, I also saw the mechanism again. And once more, the feeling arose that the secrets of the universe had been revealed. I jumped up and shouted across the room, “I got it!” I ran to a friend to explain what I had understood — and at that exact moment, everything was erased from memory again.
I still haven’t unraveled the mystery of the mechanism, even though I’ve seen it dozens of times.
After that trip, most sessions with gas were accompanied by intense visuals. There was only one mandatory condition — complete absence of alcohol. With alcohol, it simply doesn’t work.