SpellmanT7
Bluelighter
Dose - several boxes of 16gm nitrous canisters. Ten canisters? Twenty? Impossible to say - whilst 'Hippy Crack' is the greatest insult ever offered up in relation to this substance, it is undeniable that addiction - if only during the course of an evenings use, is a very real thing.
In addition - I had perhaps two-thirds of a bottle of cava.
Background - my love of NMDA-related compounds essentially began before I was able to fully appreciate the level of experience that can potentially be offered by nitrous alone. From a personal viewpoint, nitrous had always been a safety or comfort blanket that worked extremely well in conjunction with drugs that were seemingly more capable of providing more obvious/perceivable levels of 'intoxication'. On several 2c-t-7 based trips, nitrous provided a comforting return/respite from an otherwise intense level of mental activity. Increasingly, nitrous has proven itself in a 'pre-med' capacity when consuming k-hole doses of ketamine. Additionally, as an enlightenment-coping mechanism when taken post-ketamine, nitrous seemed tailor-made for such purposes if only for those and nothing else.
Whilst prior use of nitrous alone had yielded millisecond lapses from reality into worlds/planes not only unimaginable but inherently impossible to understand or capable of crossing the intoxication/sobriety divide, the sum total of my nitrous experiences were never enough to consider writing anything approaching a trip report -though one such experience involving a radical redefinition of the birth of time itself would've made for a lengthy share, sadly the intricacy of that moment was lost
(the concept of being 'gifted' an entirely original glimpse at the very beginning of everything still eats me up when I ponder whether immediate scribbles could've been later interpretted - still, moral of the story - keep a pen/pencil handy eh?
)
Last night it happened.
The nitrous experience that would change my view of this compound forever. It's capabilities redefined, the future possibilities so inexplicably joyful that I grin upon writing the j-o-y in the word itself.
I know that a large percentage of BL'ers will be somewhat 'GET TO THE POINT'-like by now but I'm afraid I have to start at the beginning. Fortunately, the beginning isn't too far from the point itself - my literary travels may not suggest such however, as it'll be hard to jump too quickly when relating this.
I sat in my room, after a day which itself was the beginning of a new lifestyle and saw family members arrive at an airport some three/four hours before. I hadn't planned to do any nitrous but the alcohol + my anti-convulsants (epilepsy sufferer) meant that my stomach was neither happy now, nor likely to be so in the morning. I get post alcohol-inebriation roughly ten times worse than before being medicated and sometimes nitrous helps my nausea both pre and post sleeping (I only take the nitrous before bed but it consistantly reduces hangover nausea too - good stuff this nitrous).
For some reason I found myself interleaving nitrous inhalations and cigarette puffs until a line on a TV show stating that 'I'm cutting away into the stomach', reminded me that simultaneously using a gas that entered my lungs at ridiculously low temperatures (I use my tongue in an attempt to warm the nitrous) with the burning embers of a cigarette, could potentially numb then burn my interior tissue! The cigarette was stubbed out with the passion of someone defusing a bomb!
I had a break from the nitrous whilst I appreciated the residuals of the last few canisters. I was pretty exhausted - both mentally and physically and decided to turn the TV and lights off, just using my PC monitor to illuminate the room.
I made my bed, in anticipation of the lightheaded feeling that would follow the number of canisters I'd removed from their boxes and lay, somewhat awkwardly, on my elbow.
Here we go.
The first three canisters, all of which were thoroughly inhaled and exhaled without the prescence of dear oxygen, had normal 'nitrous-like' effects. I felt calm yet somehow aware of myself but besides that...
The fourth canister struggled, like those before, in it's insertion to the whipped cream dispenser. I also struggled in my efforts to avoid contaminating the whole experience with nasty oxygen and breathed a couple of lungfuls of nitrous in and out before...
I rolled my tongue onto the roof of my mouth , then backwards on exhalation. Why? Frankly, I'm unsure -I don't normally do it but with a few minutes of oxygen deprivation it's less than an unusual act.
Time moved forward a split second, then rewound.
WHAT?
I realised, on some level that I'd just experienced something profound. Thankfully I was able to link the forward/backward tongue roll and repeated it.
Again, WHAT? What just...
This is where it gets difficult. Pick an explanation from the following sentences that comes closest to being understandable and go with it.
I felt myself move slightly more rapidly forward than normal through the very plane of human existence, then backwards through that same plane and finally at the point at which I started! As an 'entity', I instantly developed a new found appreciation of what I can only describe as a constance of existence. It was exactly as if I, as a human being, somehow oscillated at a certain rate and had just been able to oscillate at a faster rate, before actually reversing the whole polarity of me, moving backward through the previous oscillation and ending up at the stage where I began.
It was better than just that - here's why.
There was a sound, precisely like the sound of a DJ scratching a record, that was of time itself moving ever so slightly forward, then back and then... to the original point of movement.
I can only end this by offering a personal opinion on the key change that led to such an occurence..
I had been inhaling nothing but nitrous for several minutes and can only speculate, that not only had I altered the internal air pressure within my respiratory system but that I had also significantly altered the pressure within the not-oxygen-but-nitrous that was present within the blood flowing through my body. The tongue roll, PERHAPS introduced a miniscule quantity of oxygen from the air around me, minutely altering the air pressure with my interior tissues (geez - I don't buy this myself), and...
I can't end that sentence because there is no sufficient ending I'm prepared to add to a speculative suggestion!
Needless to say, I got another canister but after no further revelations decided I was blessed (essentially) and that my nitrous use should end there for the night. Notes? Not necessary. This would be remembered tomorrow!
As a a caveat - ALWAYS, ALWAYS use sublingual b-12 and b-6 supplements when using nitrous in such a reckless fashion. This wikipedia quote speaks for itself:
While the pure gas is not toxic, long-term use in very large quantities has been associated with dangerous symptoms similar to vitamin B12 deficiency: anemia due to reduced hemopoiesis, neuropathy, tinnitus, and numbness in extremities. Pregnant women should not use nitrous oxide as chronic use is teratogenic and foetotoxic
In addition - I had perhaps two-thirds of a bottle of cava.
Background - my love of NMDA-related compounds essentially began before I was able to fully appreciate the level of experience that can potentially be offered by nitrous alone. From a personal viewpoint, nitrous had always been a safety or comfort blanket that worked extremely well in conjunction with drugs that were seemingly more capable of providing more obvious/perceivable levels of 'intoxication'. On several 2c-t-7 based trips, nitrous provided a comforting return/respite from an otherwise intense level of mental activity. Increasingly, nitrous has proven itself in a 'pre-med' capacity when consuming k-hole doses of ketamine. Additionally, as an enlightenment-coping mechanism when taken post-ketamine, nitrous seemed tailor-made for such purposes if only for those and nothing else.
Whilst prior use of nitrous alone had yielded millisecond lapses from reality into worlds/planes not only unimaginable but inherently impossible to understand or capable of crossing the intoxication/sobriety divide, the sum total of my nitrous experiences were never enough to consider writing anything approaching a trip report -though one such experience involving a radical redefinition of the birth of time itself would've made for a lengthy share, sadly the intricacy of that moment was lost
(the concept of being 'gifted' an entirely original glimpse at the very beginning of everything still eats me up when I ponder whether immediate scribbles could've been later interpretted - still, moral of the story - keep a pen/pencil handy eh?
)Last night it happened.
The nitrous experience that would change my view of this compound forever. It's capabilities redefined, the future possibilities so inexplicably joyful that I grin upon writing the j-o-y in the word itself.
I know that a large percentage of BL'ers will be somewhat 'GET TO THE POINT'-like by now but I'm afraid I have to start at the beginning. Fortunately, the beginning isn't too far from the point itself - my literary travels may not suggest such however, as it'll be hard to jump too quickly when relating this.
I sat in my room, after a day which itself was the beginning of a new lifestyle and saw family members arrive at an airport some three/four hours before. I hadn't planned to do any nitrous but the alcohol + my anti-convulsants (epilepsy sufferer) meant that my stomach was neither happy now, nor likely to be so in the morning. I get post alcohol-inebriation roughly ten times worse than before being medicated and sometimes nitrous helps my nausea both pre and post sleeping (I only take the nitrous before bed but it consistantly reduces hangover nausea too - good stuff this nitrous).
For some reason I found myself interleaving nitrous inhalations and cigarette puffs until a line on a TV show stating that 'I'm cutting away into the stomach', reminded me that simultaneously using a gas that entered my lungs at ridiculously low temperatures (I use my tongue in an attempt to warm the nitrous) with the burning embers of a cigarette, could potentially numb then burn my interior tissue! The cigarette was stubbed out with the passion of someone defusing a bomb!
I had a break from the nitrous whilst I appreciated the residuals of the last few canisters. I was pretty exhausted - both mentally and physically and decided to turn the TV and lights off, just using my PC monitor to illuminate the room.
I made my bed, in anticipation of the lightheaded feeling that would follow the number of canisters I'd removed from their boxes and lay, somewhat awkwardly, on my elbow.
Here we go.
The first three canisters, all of which were thoroughly inhaled and exhaled without the prescence of dear oxygen, had normal 'nitrous-like' effects. I felt calm yet somehow aware of myself but besides that...
The fourth canister struggled, like those before, in it's insertion to the whipped cream dispenser. I also struggled in my efforts to avoid contaminating the whole experience with nasty oxygen and breathed a couple of lungfuls of nitrous in and out before...
I rolled my tongue onto the roof of my mouth , then backwards on exhalation. Why? Frankly, I'm unsure -I don't normally do it but with a few minutes of oxygen deprivation it's less than an unusual act.
Time moved forward a split second, then rewound.
WHAT?
I realised, on some level that I'd just experienced something profound. Thankfully I was able to link the forward/backward tongue roll and repeated it.
Again, WHAT? What just...
This is where it gets difficult. Pick an explanation from the following sentences that comes closest to being understandable and go with it.
I felt myself move slightly more rapidly forward than normal through the very plane of human existence, then backwards through that same plane and finally at the point at which I started! As an 'entity', I instantly developed a new found appreciation of what I can only describe as a constance of existence. It was exactly as if I, as a human being, somehow oscillated at a certain rate and had just been able to oscillate at a faster rate, before actually reversing the whole polarity of me, moving backward through the previous oscillation and ending up at the stage where I began.
It was better than just that - here's why.
There was a sound, precisely like the sound of a DJ scratching a record, that was of time itself moving ever so slightly forward, then back and then... to the original point of movement.
I can only end this by offering a personal opinion on the key change that led to such an occurence..
I had been inhaling nothing but nitrous for several minutes and can only speculate, that not only had I altered the internal air pressure within my respiratory system but that I had also significantly altered the pressure within the not-oxygen-but-nitrous that was present within the blood flowing through my body. The tongue roll, PERHAPS introduced a miniscule quantity of oxygen from the air around me, minutely altering the air pressure with my interior tissues (geez - I don't buy this myself), and...
I can't end that sentence because there is no sufficient ending I'm prepared to add to a speculative suggestion!
Needless to say, I got another canister but after no further revelations decided I was blessed (essentially) and that my nitrous use should end there for the night. Notes? Not necessary. This would be remembered tomorrow!
As a a caveat - ALWAYS, ALWAYS use sublingual b-12 and b-6 supplements when using nitrous in such a reckless fashion. This wikipedia quote speaks for itself:
While the pure gas is not toxic, long-term use in very large quantities has been associated with dangerous symptoms similar to vitamin B12 deficiency: anemia due to reduced hemopoiesis, neuropathy, tinnitus, and numbness in extremities. Pregnant women should not use nitrous oxide as chronic use is teratogenic and foetotoxic
