Ekscentra
Bluelighter
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My 2nd attempt at combining 5-MeO-MiPT with Coluracetam was a massive success, although I'd like to think it had nothing to do with these two at all. For the first time, I've decided to combine PRL 8-53 with a psychedelic. To my amazement, my own kitchen floor became an endless complex of branches, swaying elegantly back and forth, almost as if performing some sort of a dance. I absolutely never get visuals, period (although, I haven't tried Salvia, Ibogaine, or DMT as of yet.) I decided to take a walk across the neighbourhood, as with most trips. My inebriation was far less obvious than on, say, dissociatives, although I certainly wasn't doing a good job hiding my current state. At times, I had trouble keeping my balance or walking in a straight line - I'm very fortunate everyone in this neighbourhood is so drug tolerant. 
At some point during the walk, I found myself looking into the glass door of some house or other, and what did I see? Samuel L. Jackson, with an afro, staring me straight in the face. I was pretty neutral at the time, but at this point, it's fucking hilarious. Upon finishing my walk throughout the neighbourhood, I decided to go to my room and introspect for a bit. Staring at my carpet, I noticed once again - I was getting visuals, somehow! Fractals slowly spinning, almost like a hurricane in a sense. After this, the fractals turned into a being - something was trying to get out of the carpet. I could see its red eyes staring straight into my soul, yet I couldn't help but be amused. Just seconds later, I realized that what I had assumed were eyes were, in actuality, just a few simple carpet stains. I continued focusing in on certain objects in the room - namely, the base of my bed. A few seconds into this charade, and the bed starts shaking violently, like some sort of demonic possession. Was I going to have to exercise this table? Nah, he'll come back to his senses soon enough. I feel as though there's someone trapped under the bed during this violent shaking. In a panic, I lift up the bed to find...nothing, nothing at all. This realization brings me back to reality, and kills any further (pronounced) visuals. Soon after this incident, I find myself coming down, back to the usual stimulant stage - bored and restless as ever.
This was certainly a surprise, being my first time ever to experience visuals. I was under the impression that, due to my severe myopia, any type of visuals would be impossible for me to experience. I'm glad to say this is not the case after today. Melting visuals similar to acid, fractal patterns, breathing walls, shifting of spatial perception (objects appearing much larger or smaller than they really are, straight lines turning into slopes leading up or down), and the constant presence of these "heat waves" were some of the most common visual experiences throughout the trip. Visual phenomena aside, I'm more interested in what might've caused me to spontaneously go from getting no visuals at all to getting some fairly vivid visuals throughout the experience this time around. Was it the Coluracetam causing all this? Given that I never spent any time introspecting in my last trip, and the fact that I'd only experience visuals when introspecting this time around, I'd say it's a fair bet Coluracetam is the culprit for these visuals. To confirm, I'll be sure to test the 5-MeO-MiPT Coluracetam combination *without* PRL 8-53 in the next attempt. I do remember reading something about Coluracetam permanently improving eyesight. I wonder if this has something to do with my newfound ability to perceive visuals during trips? It's always nice getting surprises like this, and this was the best I could've hoped for. Every single trip in the past resulted in not a single visual to speak of, yet here I am today, getting tons of visuals, some of which were indistinguishable with reality. Visuals aren't everything, but they should never be taken for granted. I only hope this'll last.
At some point during the walk, I found myself looking into the glass door of some house or other, and what did I see? Samuel L. Jackson, with an afro, staring me straight in the face. I was pretty neutral at the time, but at this point, it's fucking hilarious. Upon finishing my walk throughout the neighbourhood, I decided to go to my room and introspect for a bit. Staring at my carpet, I noticed once again - I was getting visuals, somehow! Fractals slowly spinning, almost like a hurricane in a sense. After this, the fractals turned into a being - something was trying to get out of the carpet. I could see its red eyes staring straight into my soul, yet I couldn't help but be amused. Just seconds later, I realized that what I had assumed were eyes were, in actuality, just a few simple carpet stains. I continued focusing in on certain objects in the room - namely, the base of my bed. A few seconds into this charade, and the bed starts shaking violently, like some sort of demonic possession. Was I going to have to exercise this table? Nah, he'll come back to his senses soon enough. I feel as though there's someone trapped under the bed during this violent shaking. In a panic, I lift up the bed to find...nothing, nothing at all. This realization brings me back to reality, and kills any further (pronounced) visuals. Soon after this incident, I find myself coming down, back to the usual stimulant stage - bored and restless as ever.This was certainly a surprise, being my first time ever to experience visuals. I was under the impression that, due to my severe myopia, any type of visuals would be impossible for me to experience. I'm glad to say this is not the case after today. Melting visuals similar to acid, fractal patterns, breathing walls, shifting of spatial perception (objects appearing much larger or smaller than they really are, straight lines turning into slopes leading up or down), and the constant presence of these "heat waves" were some of the most common visual experiences throughout the trip. Visual phenomena aside, I'm more interested in what might've caused me to spontaneously go from getting no visuals at all to getting some fairly vivid visuals throughout the experience this time around. Was it the Coluracetam causing all this? Given that I never spent any time introspecting in my last trip, and the fact that I'd only experience visuals when introspecting this time around, I'd say it's a fair bet Coluracetam is the culprit for these visuals. To confirm, I'll be sure to test the 5-MeO-MiPT Coluracetam combination *without* PRL 8-53 in the next attempt. I do remember reading something about Coluracetam permanently improving eyesight. I wonder if this has something to do with my newfound ability to perceive visuals during trips? It's always nice getting surprises like this, and this was the best I could've hoped for. Every single trip in the past resulted in not a single visual to speak of, yet here I am today, getting tons of visuals, some of which were indistinguishable with reality. Visuals aren't everything, but they should never be taken for granted. I only hope this'll last.
