The hole can be summoned by mentally making yourself receptive while on an "excursion." But the hole doesn't always appear, in my experience. Crashing, your experience is somewhat similar to my own. Good things seem to be growing, progress is evident, and no downsides after maybe 100 3-meO-PCP excursions in 2+ years.
As promised in a previous post, I went on to the big fucking project, under a microscope, a very cerebral environment, and have gained much confidence, credibility, and possibly some extra work coming my way, remotely, should this pan out as I believe it will. I have been in strange places, meeting lots of new people, and having to quickly learn a lot of new shit. Too bad I can't say more at this time about where I am, only that its close to some eclectic college towns, with a lot of PhD-type folk roaming the shops and streets.
My plan for Bicycle Day (mescaline) got trashed by my own impetuosity. After I left work on Friday, bought a fifth of vodka to celebrate, then got into about 1800mg of phenibut. Went out before midnight, it was dark and I was surely already DUI. Drove about 4 miles and parked my car, walked up and down the streets hoping to find someone to offer me some cannabis or other fun stuff, got lost. By the time I made it back to the car the phenibut and booze was really kicking in. Then I drove about 5 miles down a lightly traveled road back toward my place but continued on to a roadside attraction with historical significance in the middle of nowhere, stumbled around down by the water, and made it back to my place in one piece. Back in my suite, I kept drinking and started sending emails to local escorts, fantasizing, the last two hours were a blackout. But that got boring, and I eventually crashed about 4am. So much for Bicycle Day! Kind of overdid it, went a little crazy that night. Four hours later, nursing a hangover and pissing stinky pee.
Today was much better, back to normal serendipity. Took a 5mg dose of 3-meO, went out for a drive to a nearby town, took a scenic 3.5 mile walk, pics and videos. Birds building nests, church steeples, trees and flowers in bloom, perfect sunny comfortable spring day, and lots of waterfront views. Came back, had 1 oz of vodka about 4 hours into the excursion, but this go around the effects were almost inperceptible, until a few hours later, when I had a very small puff or two of NYCD, and that did give me an above-average uplift compared to normal.
Today's dose was two weeks since my previous dose, after many months of 7 to 8 day intervals, but I did not miss it one bit. After I got back, wrote a nice letter of introduction to someone I wanted to know better, which came out beautifully, as always. A wonderful evening with a few drinks, and ending up here before I hit the sack. Tomorrow, back under the fucking microscope. So far, so good. All is well.
Seems like a lot of folks in this thread taking big / frequent doses, not everyone can handle it, please be careful, your mileage may vary. Go slow and enjoy! Crashing, may you continue to have Happy trails!
