MXP
Hello all. Veteran Psychonaut here, Second Generation, both Parents old Acid-Heads, been Tripping for over 25 years... I never post on anything Psychedelic that I run across on the net, but I do a great deal of Research, both Academically/Intellectually, as well as Physically/with the ingesting of and conducting Research, varied Compounds from not only the "Classic Psychedelic" Class, but also Deliriants, and my favorite really, the Disassociatives. Actually, a Psychedelic Disassociative is Optimal for me, I suppose upon actually attempting to convey the Thoughts to follow. If Tripping and Rolling is "Trolling" (or was in my Day), then what do we call K and Tripping. Kripping I guess, if nothing else. "Hey, how was your weekend m8?" Oh, pretty good. Me on the Old Bag went up the Coast, checked into a hotel, chilled, kripped, fucked around, walked on the beach, banged her out, came in her haircut, basic Style, laid back you know. What'd you do m8?"
Yeah, that would probably work pretty well, no outsider will know what kripping means if they overhear it in a convo, I suppose that seals it. ;-)
That's the awesome thing about Writing; it's pace (if one takes their Time, edits, proofreads, has Fun), I find that it's pace lends itself to new associations within the Mind, also synergistic sorts of Revelations... Well enough of that, time for (dun-da-da), METHOXPHENIDINE aka MXP!
BASIC OPINION: Great Stuff! DIFFICULTY LEVEL: 7-9/10 BASIC DESCRIPTION OF EFFECTS: Long-term K and LSD, with not so much visuals as such, but a different sort of appearance to intimate objects. INTENSE and Prolonged Disassociation, but not exactly like K. Long-term (mainly positive) after-effects, though obviously long-term effects unknown, or are they? I never did Diphenidine, don't plan to really, though I may dabble if I encounter it. I have quite a bit of (positive, love it) experience with k. A lot of People don't like it, mis-use it.
I've never been in a full K-Hole, deliberately. A fella I know turned me on to k in 1995, he told me, "Listen, you're gonna see people snort lines of this, don't do it or you will go in a "K-Hole", which is ..." He instructed me in it's Correct Usage; "Do a couple key bumps, bing-bing, then wait a half hour or so and do a couple more if you want. And so on through the rest of the Night."
I began in that Fashion, loved it, and have indulged whenever it has been available, building up to where now I can rail it up and Dance and have a mad fucking Time with it until I'm done after like 8 hours or so. But then, once you start snapping out of it, you realize it's only been two hours, and that you feel great and have your Head back together, what am I gonna do for the rest of the Night? Ahh, Sex, right, let's go find a Lass...
Now with this Stuff, well, this isn't for Kids or Beginners. They should follow my m8's above-mentioned Protocol. For Combat Veterans, Law-Enforcement Personnel, and Victims of PTSD, who wish to experiment with Ketamine in the treatment of PTSD, I would advise a nasal-spray delivered combinations of Water and Ketamine, two blasts every 4 hours or as needed to Combat the debilitating effects of PTSD.
The Effects of Ketamine are very short-Acting, useful in TEMPORARY alleviation of symptoms associated with PTSD such as Anxiety and short-term Depression. METHOXPHENIDINE, when used in conjuction with a STRICT Protocol, under Expert (my) Supervision, can SUCESSFULLY Treat ALL PTSD-Related symptoms for a period of a week-10 days. ALL symptoms including despondence, long-term Depression, Insomnia, Nightmares...
MXP could be the next Wonder-Drug. It should go the way of a Legally-Prescribable Psychiatric Drug in due time, could benefit untold People. Currently, Only Paxil and Zoloft are accepted Treatments for PTSD, though if you go to Urgent Care (as I had to), they will give you Trasodone for the insomnia, and it is also a "anti-Depressant", so it is the de-facto drug prescribed, as it is CHEAPER than the twin Evils, Zoloft and Paxil.
These Psychiatric Drugs are very Dangerous in my View. LSD, Psilocybin, Mescaline, Ketamine, others, however, are not Dangerous, or at least not relatively-speaking. So apart from the Medical/Psychiatric Applications of Mehtoxphenidine, let's get to the "Trip Report", or whatever you crazy Young Kids are calling such reporting these Days...
I'll start off by attempting to be concise, then I'll get more Creative.
METHOXPHENIDINE/MXP: Street Names- "MK-ULTRA", "Black Manta", "Epiphany Powder", "Ephiph-Powder", "Epiph", "Edith Bunker".
METHOD OF ADMINISTRATION: Insuffalation with water/Nasal Spray. Street-method, snort crystals, snort water. snort air till dry-ish, stick your fingers in your nose and digest the crystals a bit, dry your nose in the mirror, fix your hair, pull your fucking fly up m8. Mug.
DOSAGE: Two skinny, "pinner" lines, like a skinny inch = $20 USD. Usually sold in a capsule, which you should open and snort, oral consumption, sublingual, ect., parachuting = WOM/Waste of Money. Pure Crystals is what you want in those intimate nasal passages. You might not get that though, you'll probably get it crushed into powder and Stepped on, which is not a bad thing so long as the cut is non-toxic. Toilet-break anyone?
MY STYLE; First time, I bought two capsules from a guy, (in California, where it is not Controlled), banged (snorted) one, started Djing. After about twenty minutes, started feeling the fainest k effects/wobbly legs. The Music enhanced this. I snort another one. A bit later, feeling k-d out, but wildly energetic. Best fucking Set ever, don't remember the last line, but it went in. After about less than an hour, couldn't work my Dj gear anymore, had to go for a walk. The intense, long-distance disassociation is unlike anything else. This Stuff may be the "Ring to Rule them All".
I can talk more, and probably will, so let me try and wrap up.
STAGE ONE: MK-ULTRA. Party-Time. Put on some DRUMSTEP and have Fun.
STAGE 2: BLACK MANTA. A Mental Fog begins rolling in. A Deep, Dark Fog, time begins slowing down. Everything in your Life, your Psyche begins bubbling up to your Consciousness. They remain independent, you begin becoming conscious of multiple planes of Existance, even seeing with clarity, other (smaller, 7-11?), Dimensions. Conscious Awareness of inestimable different Levels of Existence/Dimensions? Disconnect with waking Reality. Body and Basic Mind are barely chugging along, speaking in rehearsed and poorly executed patterns, chiches, movies, samples. Inability to express much or any of what you can actively understand. Exterior confusion. Interior Omniscience. Madness...
STAGE 3: EPIPHANY POWDER. As the Efffects begin to sub-side, you begin the long-road Down... Everything that came up begins to make Sense. Incredible Epihpanies and Creative, Positive Plans begin coming to Light. The Sense is, "Everything's going to be Okay..." Ride off into the Sunset. Happily ever-after. The Shire...
(record of a car-crash wheeling-up) Not so fast. After-Shocks. Next-day. Weird restlessness, anxiety. Gotta walk, feels like someone or thing is following me. Tension. Cautiousness.
STAGE 4: ACTUAL COME-DOWN. As Dr. Andrew Weil said, something to the Effect of, "It's what you do with the Insights gained during the Experience that is the Key".
STAGE 5: 2-days, 1-week post. INCREDIBLE outpouring of Creative/Productive Material. I hope you can Write/Create fast, you won't be able to keep up.
ps- I should mention at this point, that I found more. One night, I bought a gram. I wanted to push the Envelope, so I DUMPED a whole half gram in one nostril, sealed it with my fingers and stood with ,my head upside down for a couple minutes and massaged it in, then water, dry... Went for a walk (San Francisco). Ended up in the Upper Haight, good times. Walked back to my hotel, dumped the other half in the other nostril, upside down, water. Walked (from the Mission-Area), to the Ferry Station, intending to go to Fisherman's Wharf and get a Rock Crab and Shrimp Sandwhich, and an Anchor Steam.
(DISASSOCIATION DESCENDS)
I think I am at Fisherman's Wharf, I am actually stuck at the Ferry Station, it looks incredible. Fog everywhere.
A Ferry begins approaching. It looks like some fucking Evil little Mantis-ship. I can't understand what it is. Can I go on that thing? How. Buying and holding on to ticket was extremely difficult. I was certain I wouldn't be able to continue to hold on to it, so I am squeezing it very tightly.
Ferry Ride. I am totally confused, can't even figure out how to buy a beer. Who knows what, then I venture out back. Alone. Eureka! I sing Edmund Fitzgeraald, envision Sex Pistols in the "Queen's Jubilee", and also sing, Oi!-Style, "Our God is an Awesome God".
Horror. I get off the Ferry at Vallejo. I think I am at Fisherman's Wharf. I have no idea what is going on. I do the short-step PCP walk under a tree for a couple hours, end up back in the Station, can't figure out where I am, how to get back to the Mission. Desperation. Completely useless. I buy a new ticket eventually, and wait it out. I had already bought an all-day pass, didn't understand that.
All the while, incredible, explosive Epiphanies.
First half a g was after the bars closed at 2am or around that time. 2nd half it was still dark out, maybe 5:30 am.
Next day you will be tweaked out for a while.
I heard someone say, "I hope you don't have anything to do the next day."
Cheers Lads... ;-)
