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Oh dear off goes the ipad im done hammerin for the day

MXE induced side note:have I been talking to myself this whole time?

You blue lighters sure know how to throw a party
 
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I ditched/burned a pretty huge apothecary several years back, quite amazing to see over 50 psychoactive chemicals rise on the winds (like antennas) to heaven. Quite depressing too!

I used to love my psychedelic cabinet of curiousities, where I had mutliple small samples of stuff that I didn't even remember getting. I had a sample of most of the TMA series, early 25x-nbome, DOT/Aleph 1, 3C-E, some other shit, but it all burned.

I now maintain a small working stash i.e. with items I will ingest (maybe 7 members). I feel like there is not much point in collecting drugs you will never use. Its a liability, particularly if you are often fucked up on disinhibitory substances as once I was. I would have to write down my doses of psychedelics because I just wouldn't remember what I'd taken; HR at its best, particularly helpful when I couldn't focus my eyes for about 3 months.
 
Burning it was not something I had ever considered. Amazed...Bewildered....MXE confused...I won't do it now... But this was the answer that was alluding me.

hide it in the fire.... Do I ever really want something in my brain binding at 5-HT2A: 0.044 nM Ki

.......um.....no thanks... sounds pretty sticky....

In a perfect world I would have a walk in cooler with something similar to how they organize nuts and bolts....maybe a bit more put together than Shulgin's office (much respect)

The shitty thing is none of this stuff is being used to harm anybody just wanna get closer to God and practice dying a few times before the real show

Thank you SWIllow
 
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SHAD said:
ve I been talking to myself this whole time?

Like, are we all fake? Mere code, or actors hired to make you reveal things that THEY want to know? I've had these thoughts myself.

willow said:
I now maintain a small working stash

I agree with this approach. You have what you need, good things that can be appreciated, the endless collecting and enthusiasm for novel substances strikes me as the result of a search to fill an inner emptiness, or balance a disharmony of the soul, and a dangerous manifestation of the associated "The grass is always greener on the other side of the hill" type thinking. The classics (allowing for the addition of some newer ones you are especially fond of) have their reputation for a reason, and all that can be accomplished with psychedelics, as medicinal and spiritual tools, can be done with them, and that sort of healthy use does not feel the need to grab every untested or interesting-to-the-aficionado bit of alphabet soup out there.

I admit that that was kinda pretentious, but the bomamine deaths really bothered me, I couldn't stand going into those threads and seeing how people used them given the known risk, and physical danger was not something I signed up for as a PD staffer. Haha, well, that's part of it anyway, the rest might just be me foolishly treating my own experience as wisdom for the ages.

SHAD said:
Amazed bewildered....MXE confused...I won't do it now... hmmmmm wtf not

Best not do anything drastic while dissociated, just love the confusion, and the innocent perfection of the Garden of Eden, which is the idea-space that large doses of NMDA antagonists take you, if you ask me. That said I threw out my tobacco pipes (they were kinda broken anyway, and cigarettes kinda ruined the pleasure) and pipe tobacco in a sudden fit of inspiration to be healthy and not smoke, and I don't regret it, even though I did not quit.

Oh! Write down whatever imagery pops into your mind, free form or prose poetry, I always do that on dissociatives and it's fun and beautiful.


Bonus:
NSFW:

Fun Santayana quotes:
The last line of this one is famous, but it is often misappropriated by those who believe in infinite Progress, which it is actually a condemnation of,
"Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. When change is absolute there remains no being to improve and no direction is set for possible improvement: and when experience is not retained, as among savages, infancy is perpetual. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."

"To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love."

One for PD, "Let a man once overcome his selfish terror at his own finitude, and his finitude is, in one sense, overcome."

And here're a nice pair,
"Experience has repeatedly confirmed that well-known maxim of Bacon's that "a little philosophy inclineth a man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion." At the same time, when Bacon penned that sage epigram... he forgot to add that the God to whom depth in philosophy brings back men's minds is far from being the same from whom a little philosophy estranges them."
"My atheism, like that of Spinoza, is true piety towards the universe and denies only gods fashioned by men in their own image, to be servants of their human interests."

"History is nothing but assisted and recorded memory. It might almost be said to be no science at all, if memory and faith in memory were not what science necessarily rest on. In order to sift evidence we must rely on some witness, and we must trust experience before we proceed to expand it. The line between what is known scientifically and what has to be assumed in order to support knowledge is impossible to draw. Memory itself is an internal rumour; and when to this hearsay within the mind we add the falsified echoes that reach us from others, we have but a shifting and unseizable basis to build upon. The picture we frame of the past changes continually and grows every day less similar to the original experience which it purports to describe."

"When Socrates and his two great disciples composed a system of rational ethics they were hardly proposing practical legislation for mankind...They were merely writing an eloquent epitaph for their country."


It may seem odd that someone who says all this would be admired by certain circles of rightists, Russel Kirk defined him as one of the great conservative thinkers of his time, 'course paleoconservatives represent a different kind of conservatism than most of us are used to. Not fond of these newfangled corporations and that laissez faire shit that destroyed the guilds and the socially conscious landed aristocracy of the middle ages (if the rich were so because of inherited real property that they and their descendents must live on, and had they the old governmental/social duties towards the people who lived in the region, they might not be environment raping kleptocrats who treat their workers as tools to raise profits rather than dignified human beings). Economically many have distributist sentiments. You Europeans may be familiar with this economic philosophy through your Christian Democrat parties, but there is no conception of it in this nation. I myself only learned of it this year when looking up more info about a Papal encyclical I chanced across while perusing the dusty obsolete reference section of the library, the Rerum Novarum, which deeply impressed me

'course you might not like their fond remembrance of Monarchy, Aristocracy, and the American and British polities of the 18th century (democracy was a bad word until Jefferson's presidency), historically democracy was seen as synonymous with, or a form of, anarchy. So these folks are unhappy with universal suffrage being attained so haphazardly as to destabilize social/economic/political/legal traditions, though they're opposed to the change per se, they're all about gradualism, and trying to make reforms that respect traditional institution and practices. It's old, so it works. The idealism of the radical social reformer and his Rights of Man, and the mathematical models society as flows of currency and resource, of human lives as units of labor whose only wellbeing is to buy more at lower cost, the world perceived by the new aristocracy of manufacturers and financiers, and its more extreme form, the Socialist planned economy, can hopelessly conflict with practicality and human and make things worse. E.G. the French Revolution descending into the Reign of Terror, or compare the fortune of South Africa, with its slow and steady improvement, with that of Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe), which tried to redress the evils of colonialism in one fell swoop.


 
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I can't even seem to start a stash....Pretty sure I'm never seeing either the MXE or 4-HO-MET I ordered :( haven't receive any letters regarding their seizure either...

Especially shit considering they were separate orders, so you'd think at least SOMETHING would show up o_O
 
^No good Troz... I've had a few things vanish but not for a good while. Several things lost, JWH-018 and methylone, but never got a letter. I don't order from overseas any longer though. I feel that drug transactions (which I guess we shouldn't talk too much about) are not ideally suited to take place online what with the eternal memory of President Google. That said, a birthday card from abroad shouldn't raise too much suspicion...

A friendly HUGE fucking spider just tried to share the bed with me and Miss Willow. Poor thing though, half-eaten, missing legs and whatnot. I escorted her outside and introduced her to a lovely big tree but I don't like her chances. I should have killed her but I hate to do that, and she was quite lively... God, they are eerie, unsettling animals...

Actually- a few weeks back I encountered an old pigeon, missing feathers and broken wings being set upon by a bunch (murder) of crows, pecking the shit out of it. The crows felt some projectile wrath and I was able to take the Old Fellow to safety. My brother- he's a real man right?- nonchalantly killed it, which was just and merciful (but chilling in its casualness). But he's a deep ecological hippie and thinks of himself as just another jungle-predator thinning the pack. I thanked the pigeon for his contribution; I hope he knows that his molecular-guardianship has enriched the world in a small but significant way and helped us all in the battle against entropy.

SHAD said:
hide it in the fire....

Obvious right? ;)
 
^Willow, I always want to save spiders I find in my place, but they are indeed chilling creatures... and around here, I can't tell the difference between a grass spider and a brown recluse. One might get my hand amputated....

At this point, I've pretty much vowed to myself, I will only kill bugs and spiders if they're in my house first. Save for wasps, those fuckers set up shop right outside my door, they try to get in >.<

The other night when driving home, I saw a skunk crossing the road, and then BOOM, he was hit by an oncoming car.... I felt so bad for him, I almost cried. Makes you hate civilization, that we're so caught up in where we need to go, that we ignore the lives of other creatures....

I almost hit a fox on a pizza delivery last night, that shit worried me, but I looked back and he was good. I'd never seen a fox before in my life, certainly an interesting occurrence.

I actually woke up on time to get to all my classes today AND get coffee and breakfast in me. I feel like it'll be a good week folks of PD, and I hope y'all have a good week too!
 
yes... don't destroy, donate :D

its also not a very enviromentally friendly thing to do. think of all the pv-ed up fish out there...

Yeah I wish I had given it to someone but my ex was there with me and required that I throw it away, not give it to someone else. Which is what I did, in the trash. Later I went back and grabbed I think some DMT out of there because it had been a gift from an old friend. And I found, years later, small samples of 4-HO-MET, 4-HO-DMT, and DiPT, which I hadn't realized were somewhere else, and I used them thereafter.

^Willow, I always want to save spiders I find in my place, but they are indeed chilling creatures... and around here, I can't tell the difference between a grass spider and a brown recluse. One might get my hand amputated....

At this point, I've pretty much vowed to myself, I will only kill bugs and spiders if they're in my house first. Save for wasps, those fuckers set up shop right outside my door, they try to get in >.<

The other night when driving home, I saw a skunk crossing the road, and then BOOM, he was hit by an oncoming car.... I felt so bad for him, I almost cried. Makes you hate civilization, that we're so caught up in where we need to go, that we ignore the lives of other creatures....

I almost hit a fox on a pizza delivery last night, that shit worried me, but I looked back and he was good. I'd never seen a fox before in my life, certainly an interesting occurrence.

I actually woke up on time to get to all my classes today AND get coffee and breakfast in me. I feel like it'll be a good week folks of PD, and I hope y'all have a good week too!

One of my best friends used to purposely try to hit any non-dog animal that was crossing the road, like sport. It really disturbed me, eventually I got him to stop and now he doesn't do that at all. It was when we were 16/17 and he was in a really dark place (he's battled severe depression most of his life).

I had another friend (we drifted apart but we were very good friends in high school) who would always throw all of his trash out the window. It bothered me so much, we'd get Taco Bell or something and he'd just chuck everything out the window and if it was his car he'd grab all our stuff when we weren't looking and throw it out too... "my car, my rules". Made no sense to me, why do you want to litter so bad?
 
5 hits of acid, 20mg of 2C-E and a joint generously laced with changa smoked just after the peak lead to one of the most powerful psychedeic experiences of my life. LSD and 2C-E are meant for each other. Never before have I had so much control over my visuals. Tracers seemed to somehow exist in four dimensions and I could manipuate them into incredibly complex 3D geometric shapes. I saw photorealistic scenes of every imaginable nature emanating from blank surfaces. I stared in the mirror and watched my face change into a thousand others. This combination <3
 
Thanks guys. I needed some advice from old heads. I love this community. BL PD subthread is a unique place. So many hyperintelligent, well written people who all willing to share their experience with anyone who comes along. It is True Bodhisattva in you all. HR has never had it so good. Sometimes Erowid (much respect) gets dated. But the wise words uttered on these in these threads has a timeless quality because you all care so much, about people you will never meet. None of you know me in the real world(?) but I feel like I have true friends... whenever I receive sound, sagely advice, custom wordsmithed, for my particular troubles of the day.

When I asked if I was talking to myself this whole time...it was because I was having DEEP philosophical conversations with you all in an m hole. I came to, and realized I was the only one in the room. This happens a lot to me on dissos especially nitrous. see, hear, and talk to people that aren't there. Very much like when I used to trip on anticholinergics....and then POOF they're gone. Although in this case there must not have been physical bodies I was imagining, more likely what I imagine you all must be like (residual[self]image)

Were you able to control nausea Capitain? 2CE gave me crippling nausea. So much I haven't tried it again. But a magic half dozen classic like 2CE shouldn't be dismissed so easily if my intuition continues to serve me...I thought about promethazine but think that the purge is key aspect of PEAs in general.

Edit: I do remember camping on 2ce on a clear ass night. Every source of light was an exploding fireball(discoball). It was really cool I couldn't tell the difference between stars, moon, aircraft, meteor shower....definitely worthwhile and most likely my next soirée

Day off of work today been at it 7 days a week since we fired a girl for showing up wasted....welcome rest awaits....too bad opiates are off limits forever...it sounds like something I'd like to do today...been clean for about 5ish years now and not going to change anything about that today...guess I'll go appreciate nature or something, or put on some rockin rub-a-dub and clean the house



Let's not forget Buju Banton



Makes me want to sex up the wifey
 
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That's how I feel about PD too. :) I sometimes have dreams with some of you guys in them, and a few Bluelighters made cameos in my ibogaine trip. I've made a lot of friends on here, some of whom are real-life friends now.
 
willow said:
A friendly HUGE fucking spider just tried to share the bed with me and Miss Willow

Like, a huntsman? *imagines that* I think I'd rather live in Antarctica than your country.


I realized something yesterday, I like giving lectures, and sharing from my vast reservoir of random facts and opinions. I dunno, I was thinking about it some, and I figured it out a few years ago that actually figuring things out and making novel or controversial truth claims leaves me feeling empty or despondant. I don't like arguments anymore either, while it can be fun just as a way for two people to test out their rhetorical ability and knowledge of a subject, that sorta thing can corrupt you, people are too rarely convinced of anything, and they misinterpret what I'm saying and then I get mad at myself for not expressing my ideas clearly enough....it's different when I share what I've read, just facts and perspectives, I lecture ya randomly from my love of knowing things, and for the joy of sharing knowledge with people, who can use it as they will, 'cause it's a gift and a healthy one if it makes you have a thought you otherwise wouldn't have had. I wonder if that's a valuable insight for future life choices.....:?


S(c)HAD(enfreude)? said:
It is True Bodhisattva in you all.

Sometimes I really can see it in myself, as a potentiality. But everyone has it in them, or so it is taught. I shouldn't feel special, but my fatalism and secret hope that failing at life leaves me uniquely capable of doing something. I may live in a metaphorical Death Valley, but when the rain comes and conditions are just right, well, even the most inhospitable desert can take you be surprise:
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To answer my own question regarding tolerance, I was pretty darned high given my completely losing myself in my post revisions and redactions, and suddenly realizing it's 5am and I'm really dehydrated. In spite of that, there was no euphoria, and no real comedown to speak of, so I'd say I'm still tolerant. I'm thankful for this, euphoria causes poor decision making, I don't need to explain why comedowns can suck, plus I don't like precipitous changes in my mood and personality (I think the optimism and extroversion engendered by the euphoric stage is what makes a horrific comedown, for losing it and realizing that it was all a lie, and why did I say all those things, etc., etc.).
 
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^No good Troz... I've had a few things vanish but not for a good while. Several things lost, JWH-018 and methylone, but never got a letter. I don't order from overseas any longer though. I feel that drug transactions (which I guess we shouldn't talk too much about) are not ideally suited to take place online what with the eternal memory of President Google. That said, a birthday card from abroad shouldn't raise too much suspicion...

It's just odd in these circumstances I guess....a love letter from customs would at least ease the mind rofl
 
^I know what you mean. Its unsettling. But, if the right precautions are used, there is little likelihood of the AFP making a visit to you. Its a tough one for them prove, that you were the one who ordered this stuff. The only way they really can is via you responding to the love letter. They are unlikely to waste resources on someone buying small amounts of a largely unknown drug. If anything, you will just never hear anything ever about your package ;) I suspect that customs just take it.

Like, a huntsman? *imagines that* I think I'd rather live in Antarctica than your country.

:D See, huntsman are intimidating to look at because they are very large, but they are relatively slow and totally harmless. They don't really bite if you touch them gently and carefully. I get a fear reaction when I see spiders but it subsides rapidly after about 20 seconds and I can then interact with them more naturally.

I admire them in a way. A friend of my mother caught a huntsman in a jar to put it outside; well, she forgot about it for six months and, when she remembered it, discovered the spider was still alive against all odds. The spider had strung up some silk (they don't make webs) to catch condensation on; and- for dinner- it appeared to have devoured several of its own legs. Besides the sheer horror of that and the negligent cruelty of my mothers friend, you have to admire an intellect that can reason its way to that course of action...

Do you not have spiders in US at all? I would have thought you'd have a tarantula population given your proximity to the desert....?

I realized something yesterday, I like giving lectures, and sharing from my vast reservoir of random facts and opinions. I dunno, I was thinking about it some, and I figured it out a few years ago that actually figuring things out and making novel or controversial truth claims leaves me feeling empty or despondant. I don't like arguments anymore either, while it can be fun just as a way for two people to test out their rhetorical ability and knowledge of a subject, that sorta thing can corrupt you, people are too rarely convinced of anything, and they misinterpret what I'm saying and then I get mad at myself for not expressing my ideas clearly enough....it's different when I share what I've read, just facts and perspectives, I lecture ya randomly from my love of knowing things, and for the joy of sharing knowledge with people, who can use it as they will, 'cause it's a gift and a healthy one if it makes you have a thought you otherwise wouldn't have had. I wonder if that's a valuable insight for future life choices.....:?

Its interesting you say this bro, I feel similar in the sense that- arguing is hollow, victory in an argument can feel empty and leaves one party dissatisfied and I also KNOW that truth is subjective and no argument can truly be 'won'. I like to share information.

Perhaps you may find academia to be appealing THR...? FWIW, I always read your long posts and your NSFW stuff, and I can usually get some insight from them. You convey them well, with tangential ladders leading from theme to theme. Keep it up <3
 
We have spiders in the US for sure, tarantulas in the desert. Where I am is nowhere near the desert but we have very large spiders here, jungle spiders basically, though I'm sure nothing like mequatorial jungles. Still, I've had spiders on or in my house that are probably 4 inches in diameter, all sorts of big, bulbous, skinny, hairy, hairless, crazy spiders. We have these orb spiders that are usually small here. I have even seen a spider (once) that - I swear, I was sober - seemed to have a tiny flame flickering out of its rear end. If you looked up close it looked EXACTLY like a tiny, flickering flame, it even gave off light. It was also a tiny spider. There are these cool spiders that look like they have hermit crab shells on their backs too, I like those ones.

I have a fear response to spiders too. As a kid I was very arachnophobic, seeing one near me would cause me to uncontrollably run and shriek. After living here in the jungle forest for a year I pretty much got over that. I still don't want them on me but I can appreciate them and I catch and release them, I don't kill them. I actually just leave the small kinds in my house to catch ants and stuff, I just remove the large ones I don't want to encounter again.
 
willow said:
Do you not have spiders in US at all? I would have thought you'd have a tarantula population given your proximity to the desert....?

Don't have'em in my particular area (and they're not half as creepy looking as most spiders), and of course we have plenty of spiders, especially in the summer, in the apartment we get mostly snow-bug killers and cellar spiders1. Black Widows are indigenous, and there are plenty around, but they and the invasive Brown Widow (which produce large numbers of offspring and now supposedly outnumber the black variety) don't really get into houses, brown widows are a bit more adventurous as to where they live, black widows like dark recesses and don't keep on making homes in the lid of your garbage bins. We also have brown recluse spiders, to round up the venomous trio (not so deadly as their reputation2, but they will leave people ill and in pain for days and days, and there's the rare case of brown recluse bite wounds becoming necrotic and requiring surgery . The google tells me huntsman have made it to the American southwest, but not in these parts.


Anyhow, as it is Autumn, it seems once again hundreds of wild parrots3 have decided to roost in our trees, they are very loud, like the cicada in DC were, only better (and I think they were purposefully throwing seed pods at parked cars). So I stood out there watching and listening to'em, and I tried to capture the feeling for you:

Flocks of parrots
party in the sweet gum trees
loneliness departs
 
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Interesting reads. I'd like some speculation regarding arachnophobia; why, what is the point?

Incidentally, isn't HUNTSMAN the perfect unsettling name? :)
 
I've always found arachnophobia (among most phobias, given how a phobia is defined) as rather silly. I mean yeah sure I'm startled when I pick shit up to find it crawling with a few nasty red backs or white tails underneath, but ultimately the way I see it is I hold more power over their life in my little finger than it could hope to hold over mine, unless I go out of my way to get bitten. I'm honestly more 'afraid' of flying insects trying to get in my ears or some shit hahaha

Though I guess this has a lot to do with having been raised in south-east Aus, where poisonous creatures (and often deadly in the case of snakes) run rampant. If I survived childhood with a back yard such as that at my parent's place, ain't nothing gon' kill me! hahaha
 
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