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Oh man, I just brewed a tea that has passion flower and other actually active herbal ingredients, in addition to some more normal tea ones. I have to say it is mildly sedating, I feel good. But not so good as to not have a few drinks (keeping in mind possible interaction).

More good news, will get my car back by the end of this weekend probably, the result of it taking so long will be a much much smaller bill than having the shop it was originally taken to fix it. I think I'll drive out to Five Guys, haven't gone there in 8 plus months (costs like $10 in gas to get to the nearest one and back), only been twice in total since I ran across that one, it's worth it though for the massive District nostalgia I get when I go, I like their burgers too.
 
"iamthetalker" offers his appreciation for your suggestions and advice about adding the salt to the emulsion; he is still working on it, but will have to report back in a few days on its effectiveness. He was able to complete the first batch (of four) for the most part, though it is largely still drying so he has not had the chance to sample it yet. I'm sure he'll be on shortly after he does. Just thought I'd update y'all, and thank you for the help.
 
Everything looks fine on the computer, but when I rested my head down on the bed thing i'm sitting on the world was spinnin' all about. Heheh, what's up with that, I think that means I can have one or two more drinks. Maybe I shouldn't get the burger though, I did tell my sister I'd drive on down to UCSD where she goes (chemical engineering major, sobriety addict. If I can define a person so simply) and take her to lil' italy for some pizza and stuff. ANd there is a tobacconist in San Diego I'd like to visit sincei t looked like the had some damned fine pipe tobaccos (I dunno for sure, but it may be the first good stuff I'll have had since I ran out of what i bought back in DC, if it is of the quality I think).
 
So...did a tiiiiiiny amount of 2C-D with MDMA on Monday. Think it'd be okay to try 2C-D alone tomorrow? I've got the day off and have never day-tripped on it...
 
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Typically a week should be enough for psychedelic tolerance to go away for the most part. More importantly I'd ask how do you feel from the MDMA use. Do you feel energetically drained or are you fine? Other than that, decide for yourself :) we don't really do "should I do this or not?" type of questions here ;)

Tried 25D-NBOMe today myself, damn yes I concur about the serenity, tranquility, peace, clarity type of descriptions and it's very clean and nice. But I have super cold feet apparently from vasoconstriction - not liking that :\
 
Damn, I forgot we have some 25C, 25D, and 25I waiting to be tried. I've done enough reading to be comfortable with it, but Muffin will want to do more research, hopefully I can convince her to when she gets off work tonight. Thanks for telling me you were thinking of tripping tomorrow, Love! *mock anger*

Scraped up the first bit of soap from my MHRB project, going to wash my hands with it tonight and see how it turned out. It was/is less of an emulsion problem I have as the naptha being saturated with root bark precipitate; actual dust in the naptha layer. I did add some salt to the batches though just to see if ionizing the water layer would help pull that out. The whole extraction is not a complete flub, but I've probably lost some good product. With our first freeze precipitation the dust actually crashed out but my partner and I didn't have a way to separate the now-clear naptha layer into another container at the time, so some crystal has probably inevitably been caught up in the dust that settled out. However, it is just plant matter, not lye or anything so even if we shrugged and collected the dust as well it should be relatively harmless, no? (The biggest thing I'm worried about would be it throwing off our final numbers for how much actual product we got out of it. I guess we could just collect it separately and do another mini-extraction...)
 
Max Power said:
this threads giving me baaaaaaaad vibes, man . . .
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For honesty's sake I'd have to say I've felt the same recently. The frequency and frivolousness of psychedelic use I see in here makes me feel uneasy. They need the respect they deserve, trips spaced far apart are the only real trips. Using them like other drugs turns them into other drugs and steals their magic. Just sayin'.

I still haven't had a chance to try MDAI, on the other hand my social life has gotten a lot more active, which is why I haven't had the chance to try MDAI or use any psychedelic. Catch-22, but social interaction is much more therapeutic than psychedelics are at this stage in my life. :)
 
PepperSocks said:
The frequency and frivolousness of psychedelic use I see in here makes me feel uneasy. They need the respect they deserve, trips spaced far apart are the only real trips. Using them like other drugs turns them into other drugs and steals their magic.
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I get what you're saying, but psychedelics affect everyone differently, and everyone probably uses them for different purposes.

For instance, a lot of people claim that smoking cannabis daily helps them live a more healthy and productive life. If I were to do the same, I would become a zombie. It just doesn't work for me that way. But I don't doubt that others benefit from daily pot smoking, and I'm not going to feel uneasy about it.
 
the intro from "a night of serious drinking" by rene daumal.... his other book "mount analogue" was one of the main inspirations for alejandro jodorowsky's film "the holy mountain"

It was late when we drank. We all thought it was high time to begin. What there had been before, no one could remember. We just said it was already late. To inquire where each of us came from, at what precise point on the globe we were, or if it were really a globe (and in any case it was not a point), and what day of the month of what year, was beyond our powers. You do not ask such questions when you are thirsty.

When you are thirsty, you watch out for any opportunity to drink and merely pretend to take an interest in other things, which is why it is so difficult afterwards to convey exactly what you experienced. It is very tempting, when you talk about the events of the past, to impose clarity and order upon what had neither one nor the other. It is very tempting and very dangerous. That is how you become a philosopher before your time. I shall therefore try to relate what happened, what was said, and what was thought, as it happened. If this at first seems to you to be chaotic and hazy, take heart: subsequently things will be only too orderly, too clear. If the order and clarity of my tale will then have seemed insubstantial, be reassured: I shall end with words of comfort.

We were in thick smoke. The chimney was drawing badly, the green wood fire crackled snappishly, the candles released oily fumes into the air, and the clouds of tobacco smoke hung in bluish banks at face level. Whether we were ten or a thousand, no one knew. What is certain is that we were alone. Which reminds ne, the loud voice coming from behind the firewood, as we called it in our tipplers` tongue, had grown a little louder. Sure enough, it emerged from behind a stack of wood, or perhaps biscuit boxes, it was difficult to tell which for the smoke and our weariness; and it said:

"When alone, the microbe (I was about to say man) clamors and whimpers for a twin soul to keep it company. If a twin soul comes along, they cannot bear being two and each flares frenziedly to become one with the object of its intestinal gnawings. It loses its senses: one wants to be two; two wants to be one. If the twin soul does not come along, it divides and says to itself, `hello old chap,` throws itself into its arms, reunites itself messily and takes itself for something, if not somebody, special. But you have hust one thing in common, loneliness; that is, all or nothing, it`s up to you."

It was agreed that this was well said, but no one bothered to see who was speaking. There was no thought but for drinking. Thus far, we had only drunk cups of a lousy rotgut which had made us very thirsty.
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