Recently I've been introduced to DOC and I've rarely encountered a more "moreish" psychedelic. Does anybody else here have "moreish" psychedelics? For me it's mushrooms, DOC, 2C-B, and acid. Only LSD's tolerance gets in the way, but as a 23 year old derelict I would walk around Portland, Maine with pockets literally just filled to the brim with mushrooms eating them by the unweighed handful, and it was fucking awesome. Winter comes, depression hits and the (seemingly infinite) quarter oz. of 2C-B on my living room table has become the psychedelic cocaine of my weird little hippie commune. Nowadays I'm in a rural area, isolated, looking for another job, and DOB/DOC/2C-B/Allylescaline/N,N-DiPT have been the most interesting compounds I've worked with in the last few months.
Every month for the last 9 months or so I've been "gigadosing", where I'll take a dose high enough to cyclically knock me out into spiritual "visionary" style experiences, if that makes sense. It's been highly transformative and has been a unique way to interface with psychedelics, since I'm still using psychedelics at normal doses as frequently as tolerance will allow, as well.
Hoping to set up a cactus farm with 500-1,000 total plants by the end of 2025 where I am right now, it's the perfect climate for it. Going to focus on Trichocereus and Lophophora, but also work with a few of the "false peyotes" such as Ariocarpus, Mammillaria, and Ariocarpus cacti. Also hoping to get a lab set back up, but I've got to get on my feet again, and I'm looking at building a home out of shipping containers which has me feeling like I'm on my cryptic hippie arc for sure.
Tonight I've been experimentnig with intranasal administration of bromonordiazepam (aka desalkylgidazepam), and it has that initial wash of mucosal membrane benzodiazepine exposure (etizolam nasal sprayers, dropped straight on the gums/tongue as crystal, or as blotter) which feels like an unforced yet inevitable relaxation into the present moment, forgetting that time ever past or that the future is even coming in the first place. At first they were measured, but once I realized how weak it was, eyeballed bumps/lines of bromonordiazepam have bene on the insufflation tray tonight alongside the usual NEP, 3-HO-PCP, and Tizanidine that I sample here and there. This benzo is not water soluble, but I don't think etizolam is either and etizolam crystals dropped straight on my lips/gums/tongue have an immediate and dramatic effect. Last summer, somehow on the hottest day of the year (the hottest day of the year somehow I end up tripping every year it seems) I realized that my drugs that were in plastic baggies in a loose screw organizer for easy labeling, were being exposed to dangerously high amounts of humidity for many of the chemicals due to their forms (some freebase, some as salts, etc).
This led to me fervently packaging everything psychoactive that I owned into 4 half gallon mason jars, it was such a day. I woke up, my fiancee and I split a third sheet of acid that was just pure black blotter (we called it "default blotter"), each taking 13-14 tabs rolled up in a gel cap to make it easier to swallow. I installed a curtain rod, the (at the time boyfriend now fiancee) whipped up breakfast while we waited for the tabs to hit. Little was occurring, so we put 2.4mg of 25C-NBOMe on top of it, and began railing lines of CanKet/2-FXE and then the acid kicked in, and we realized we'd made the classic "oh this ain't shit" mistake. It was my fiancee's first time in anything even vaguely reminiscent of a k-hole, and the 2-FXE hole experience is very unique, highly emotional and manic. The day was fascinating, long, maybe 16-18 hours spent tripping as the acid burnt like a candle in our brains for quite a long time, the NBOMEs wearing off maybe 8 hours in, the CanKet flowing copiously as we just sweat our asses off despite 3 running air conditioners the whole day.
Sorry for the ranting here, I suppose that's what the social thread is for though, yeah?
Every month for the last 9 months or so I've been "gigadosing", where I'll take a dose high enough to cyclically knock me out into spiritual "visionary" style experiences, if that makes sense. It's been highly transformative and has been a unique way to interface with psychedelics, since I'm still using psychedelics at normal doses as frequently as tolerance will allow, as well.
Hoping to set up a cactus farm with 500-1,000 total plants by the end of 2025 where I am right now, it's the perfect climate for it. Going to focus on Trichocereus and Lophophora, but also work with a few of the "false peyotes" such as Ariocarpus, Mammillaria, and Ariocarpus cacti. Also hoping to get a lab set back up, but I've got to get on my feet again, and I'm looking at building a home out of shipping containers which has me feeling like I'm on my cryptic hippie arc for sure.
Tonight I've been experimentnig with intranasal administration of bromonordiazepam (aka desalkylgidazepam), and it has that initial wash of mucosal membrane benzodiazepine exposure (etizolam nasal sprayers, dropped straight on the gums/tongue as crystal, or as blotter) which feels like an unforced yet inevitable relaxation into the present moment, forgetting that time ever past or that the future is even coming in the first place. At first they were measured, but once I realized how weak it was, eyeballed bumps/lines of bromonordiazepam have bene on the insufflation tray tonight alongside the usual NEP, 3-HO-PCP, and Tizanidine that I sample here and there. This benzo is not water soluble, but I don't think etizolam is either and etizolam crystals dropped straight on my lips/gums/tongue have an immediate and dramatic effect. Last summer, somehow on the hottest day of the year (the hottest day of the year somehow I end up tripping every year it seems) I realized that my drugs that were in plastic baggies in a loose screw organizer for easy labeling, were being exposed to dangerously high amounts of humidity for many of the chemicals due to their forms (some freebase, some as salts, etc).
This led to me fervently packaging everything psychoactive that I owned into 4 half gallon mason jars, it was such a day. I woke up, my fiancee and I split a third sheet of acid that was just pure black blotter (we called it "default blotter"), each taking 13-14 tabs rolled up in a gel cap to make it easier to swallow. I installed a curtain rod, the (at the time boyfriend now fiancee) whipped up breakfast while we waited for the tabs to hit. Little was occurring, so we put 2.4mg of 25C-NBOMe on top of it, and began railing lines of CanKet/2-FXE and then the acid kicked in, and we realized we'd made the classic "oh this ain't shit" mistake. It was my fiancee's first time in anything even vaguely reminiscent of a k-hole, and the 2-FXE hole experience is very unique, highly emotional and manic. The day was fascinating, long, maybe 16-18 hours spent tripping as the acid burnt like a candle in our brains for quite a long time, the NBOMEs wearing off maybe 8 hours in, the CanKet flowing copiously as we just sweat our asses off despite 3 running air conditioners the whole day.
Sorry for the ranting here, I suppose that's what the social thread is for though, yeah?