Xorkoth
Bluelight Crew
My partner woke up feeling wonky, so that shot down ALD-52. When the afternoon came around, they decided to take some miprocin (they love it, I loathe it.) I had already decided to postpone tripping, but since they were, I took 15mg of iprocin. After 2.5hrs, I was still at only a ±. After deciding that a booster this late in might not do anything, I thought about writing it off to my newly developed everything-tolerance and just riding it out. Instead, I decided to have some nitrous. Sure enough, when I was down from the balloons, I was starting to come up on the iprocin, three hours after dosing. How freaking weird.
Wow that's crazy it took so long, how weird.
I almost feel like everyone who listens carefully while tripping is shown some similar universal truths. The miracle of how random, insignificant, harmonious and chaotic just being here, existing in this universe is, seems to be a revolving theme.
The beauty of the chance that we are existing. Like, how? How are we here. And from where did this life we are given, come from? If it comes from somewhere, where does it go once the vessle konks out?
This pretty much sums up a lot of my trips... and at this point just my daily life. This is the aspect of psychedelia I have truly integrated into my everyday life. The sheer mind-bogglingness of the fact that we exist, the universe perceiving itself in an infinity of points of awareness. The magnitude of the universe and of existence is humbling and magnificent. This awareness colors every day of my life, and I love that.

I ended up taking small amounts of each of 3-MeO-PCE, 2C-C and 5-MeO-MiPT (~10mg, 20mg, 3mg, respectively). I had a quite strong trip that had exactly the qualities I was hoping for from each thing. I started it out by playing piano for an hour during the come-up, which was incredible, rarely have I played so well in my life, there was an endless fountain of inspiration and expression to utilize, and I wish I had been able to record it all, it was really transporting for me. Then my girl and I set out to drive a half hour away on the Parkway to a cool hike we've done before. But we only got about 5 minutes away when we discovered they have shut it down except for the in-town parts, because there were tons of tourists still coming through to visit. It was really disappointing... we drove around and took a long way home on some scenic roads, and talked all about how human civilization is a cancer on the earth... my girlfriend is really pretty negative about that, and I struggled to maintain a sense of buoyancy. I ended up traveling some well-worn thought pathways about the mutated survival instinct, the irony of our attempts to survive being so successful that we have invented new struggles for ourselves, existential struggles instead of physical. I suppose to live is to struggle. We sure do live in a crazy time... good thing I have the overall perspective to see me through the insanity of these times... I wish my girl did... but I do my best to help nudge her in a positive direction.
After we got home, we spent the day planting seeds in the garden. A little late, but they took a month to ship because of the Rona. Then I played piano some more, and now here we are. It's been an eventful day. Really good combination, I wish we had been able to hike and I'm really bummed we won't be able to until who knows when. Driving on the Parkway to various wilderness hikes was part of my coping strategy for this shit. But as a wise man once said, the dude abides...
In 45 minutes I'll be on a Zoom meeting with my family, we have been doing Sunday game nights. Looking forward to it.