Sir Ron Pib
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“Angels in Test Tubes”
3,4,5-Trimethoxyamphetamine (TMA-2)
by Bip Norris
The first time I took 37mg of TMA-2 and my partner took 22mg (she took 20mg all subsequent trips) once it had got going it was good but we both found the come up a little harsh and were also a bit worried since so little information was available. I choose to take 35mg to compare.
24 July 35mg TMA-2 – again rough, sharp, glassy come up – restless + tied to body but “broke through” earlier. Surreal humour + social bonding. Sharp speedy rushes to hyperacuity. Beautiful calm clarity. F and I independently have related topic/content twice. Lava, reptilian. This is a real, shamanic link. Very healing. Z comes over later – socialising easy – glorious still at the park; find a small ‘humunculus’ toad – take as a shamanic sign/blessing. Wonderful day – very impressed. Up dosage!
Sept 38mg TMA-2 slow to come on with fair discomfort then some gentle form of contact with a shamanic entity occurs (I was growing a beautiful Datura in the garden and this entity seemed linked to that – it seemed like a Datura flower but was oceanic/octopus/ray like) – we are simply fascinated with each other – intelligences from two different worlds feeling out our limits – beautiful. Retire to the bedroom and my heart opens up ‘It is a privilege to share someone’s pain’ – we are constantly given opportunities over and over to give out love. I cry. Truly impressed with this material now; subtle and grounded in some way but powerful. We sit and talk downstairs. Visually it seems to highlight intricacy. Still strong and again, as with the first 37mg, some body load forming. Seems to have waned for a while then there is a wave - F feels a presence in the room, she is becoming ‘possessed’ – a situation she is ok with. I shamanically protect the room as best I can; the entity leaves; the room is now highly charged; I am anxious and feel like some physical threat is rising. As F was ‘told’ I should take diazepam a moment before I mention I might need some we are sure I do – perhaps I’m giving off an electrical storm. I am worried somethings going wrong and I could have epileptic fit or seizure, I know it is probably drug induced paranoia but feel very unpleasant/worried and don’t want to take chances - take 9mg and try to calm myself and ride it out; is this a result of the entities ‘attack’ (Magick) or my own defensive psychological manoeuvres ? Maybe the whole thing was imaginary thought F had been very into it. Is TMA-2 unsafe? It’s quite possible we’d dosed higher than I thought due to inaccuracies of measurement. Benzodiazepine dullness sets in. I am safe but not happy to terminate in this way. It doesn’t seem an honourable ending. We feel the crisis maybe had more to do with events (which seemed bizarre) and perhaps playing off each other rather than to TMA-2 as such, but lower dosage and work up again very slowly me thinks.
The compound had proved good so far; often it seemed we would separate and come back with what seemed like related themes, but to balance all that I did not feel a total trust of it. I suspect I was ok and should trust my body more and was quite simply starting to get freaked out during an uncomfortable wave.
Many go ahead with great bravado in this area but, whilst I find work with experimental psychedelics interesting and rewarding, I also have, in part, fairly rational concerns over physical safety with relatively unknown entities like TMA-2, and these fears can arise during the trip. The scenario in a shamanic – possession sense was much easier and natural for F’s personality than mine, perhaps since I am more inclined to rationalise such experiences I could have been talked down instead of spooked. For her part F felt the entity fully and permanently incorporated within her self and as such the issue needed no more redress.
A year later, when I got to sample TMA-2 again I decided to stick to 35mg, at least for any foreseeable experiments.
(35mg) I thought I could feel something very quickly. The rug in the living room buckled with a wave like motion and I was a little apprehensive at the rapid onset of effects. I’ve never noted much nausea from TMA-2 but I felt a little nervous and went up stairs and made myself vomit. I was only slightly sick and upon completion I thought ‘There, everything will be fine now’
I huddled up in my duvet, both chilled and wishing to shield from the light. Many thoughts-sensations came to me. I felt quite emotional initially – due to a friend having just uncovered repressed memories of sexual abuse after taking MDMA. TMA-2 felt as though it had personality in the shamanic sense. I thought of a ‘grey’ momentarily. I briefly felt some shamanic language solidify around me. I imagined Shulgin unwittingly and unknowingly giving birth to this entity during his alchemy. I mentioned this all to F; “Angels in test tubes” she says.
We made tea and I made some really minimal notes – just pointers for later – my fine motor control was not there at all. Our pets seemed to feel the static coming off us. There was an energy – I imagined myself as being stretched over a glass dome with a hurricane inside it. On one of the other trips I had felt or inwardly heard a rhythm building thump thump thump like something distant pounding a desert floor; this strange sensation seemed to happen again and a link to sand-desert-reptilian. I put on “Third Eye” and moved around in the armchair, lost in the wash of rhythms and sound. I went up stairs to hug F and check that she was having a good time too. I felt some link to ‘cactus energy’ and really saw TMA-2 as a sort of techno mutant mescaline. I looked at our cacti and then noted the similarity between the cacti’s spines and the claws of our very angular and spiky looking cat ‘Vlad’. I pointed it out and I wondered aloud if cats evolved from cacti or cacti from cats. I was joking of course, but when the image hit me I could almost believe it for a second. I ate an apple in the garden, but on this occasion didn’t feel particularly linked to nature.
We sat and talked for sometime – prohibition led to control of the internet and perhaps influenced by my friend’s revelations I had some thoughts on child porn and other unpleasantness on the internet, – I could only hope that it wasn’t a sign of things getting worse, as some feared, but a painful and ugly step towards getting better; since so much had been hidden or allowed or unspoken of in the past. The slow eruption of a boil before it could heal, a therapeutic process played out in humanity over time. I don’t know how valid this is but one can only hope.
I rested once more in bed with my eyes closed, and got the image of an octopus type creature and then two of the tendrils became the enormous horns of some goat/Baphomet thing all in dull tones. Certainly there seemed little colour attenuation, at least with the eyes closed.
After a chat with my stepson down stairs – there were more thought/idea links: Cactus – sand. Sand to glass. Glass substrate for – synthetic cactus. TMA-2.What better metaphor for TMA-2 than glass? What’s TMA-2 like? Hard and clear. I had some tension in my neck – mainly on my left side – in fact my left side was prominent in my consciousness, especially the left side of my face and left eye.
I again shut my eyes and stilled my mind/ego; it didn’t feel like I could break through anywhere, it was rather more like gently bobbing around, lilo-like in a colourless drifting field of sensation.
A little later I was starting to feel a little frazzled and less jolly – not badly but I had not noted it or any comedown as such with this material before, so wondered if the mood change at least was more personal. After a drink I suggested we take the effects outside.
We walked up to the forest and sat on the grassy slope. I asked F if she was getting any visuals;
“Not much but everything looks different almost like virtual reality”, I looked back at the trees and thought that was a good metaphor. There was also some change to our focussing. In fact this trip was somewhat less visual for both of us than previously.
We walked up a path and past some cut back but dramatically antler-like gorse, then up another path where the orange berries of the rowan trees contrasted with the ground’s leaf browns and the tall, rapidly yellowing weeds rising upwards. My mood was much better again. We sat here for sometime discussing parents’ expectations, ones upbringing etc. I could see many bits of negative programming – and of course the effect of growing up with my fathers disease, ill health and ultimate death had had on me. Eventually we headed back. Upon returning we were very hungry and between us ate a pizza and salad, which proved plenty, then had a long conversation with a friend on the phone about today’s themes. Some drug effect was evident for the rest of the evening and sleep was somewhat difficult, odd and patchy (codeine (60mg) and cannabis consumed also) but I have to say that all in all that this slightly rough edged but quirky compound has impressed me once again.
3,4,5-Trimethoxyamphetamine (TMA-2)
by Bip Norris
The first time I took 37mg of TMA-2 and my partner took 22mg (she took 20mg all subsequent trips) once it had got going it was good but we both found the come up a little harsh and were also a bit worried since so little information was available. I choose to take 35mg to compare.
24 July 35mg TMA-2 – again rough, sharp, glassy come up – restless + tied to body but “broke through” earlier. Surreal humour + social bonding. Sharp speedy rushes to hyperacuity. Beautiful calm clarity. F and I independently have related topic/content twice. Lava, reptilian. This is a real, shamanic link. Very healing. Z comes over later – socialising easy – glorious still at the park; find a small ‘humunculus’ toad – take as a shamanic sign/blessing. Wonderful day – very impressed. Up dosage!
Sept 38mg TMA-2 slow to come on with fair discomfort then some gentle form of contact with a shamanic entity occurs (I was growing a beautiful Datura in the garden and this entity seemed linked to that – it seemed like a Datura flower but was oceanic/octopus/ray like) – we are simply fascinated with each other – intelligences from two different worlds feeling out our limits – beautiful. Retire to the bedroom and my heart opens up ‘It is a privilege to share someone’s pain’ – we are constantly given opportunities over and over to give out love. I cry. Truly impressed with this material now; subtle and grounded in some way but powerful. We sit and talk downstairs. Visually it seems to highlight intricacy. Still strong and again, as with the first 37mg, some body load forming. Seems to have waned for a while then there is a wave - F feels a presence in the room, she is becoming ‘possessed’ – a situation she is ok with. I shamanically protect the room as best I can; the entity leaves; the room is now highly charged; I am anxious and feel like some physical threat is rising. As F was ‘told’ I should take diazepam a moment before I mention I might need some we are sure I do – perhaps I’m giving off an electrical storm. I am worried somethings going wrong and I could have epileptic fit or seizure, I know it is probably drug induced paranoia but feel very unpleasant/worried and don’t want to take chances - take 9mg and try to calm myself and ride it out; is this a result of the entities ‘attack’ (Magick) or my own defensive psychological manoeuvres ? Maybe the whole thing was imaginary thought F had been very into it. Is TMA-2 unsafe? It’s quite possible we’d dosed higher than I thought due to inaccuracies of measurement. Benzodiazepine dullness sets in. I am safe but not happy to terminate in this way. It doesn’t seem an honourable ending. We feel the crisis maybe had more to do with events (which seemed bizarre) and perhaps playing off each other rather than to TMA-2 as such, but lower dosage and work up again very slowly me thinks.
The compound had proved good so far; often it seemed we would separate and come back with what seemed like related themes, but to balance all that I did not feel a total trust of it. I suspect I was ok and should trust my body more and was quite simply starting to get freaked out during an uncomfortable wave.
Many go ahead with great bravado in this area but, whilst I find work with experimental psychedelics interesting and rewarding, I also have, in part, fairly rational concerns over physical safety with relatively unknown entities like TMA-2, and these fears can arise during the trip. The scenario in a shamanic – possession sense was much easier and natural for F’s personality than mine, perhaps since I am more inclined to rationalise such experiences I could have been talked down instead of spooked. For her part F felt the entity fully and permanently incorporated within her self and as such the issue needed no more redress.
A year later, when I got to sample TMA-2 again I decided to stick to 35mg, at least for any foreseeable experiments.
(35mg) I thought I could feel something very quickly. The rug in the living room buckled with a wave like motion and I was a little apprehensive at the rapid onset of effects. I’ve never noted much nausea from TMA-2 but I felt a little nervous and went up stairs and made myself vomit. I was only slightly sick and upon completion I thought ‘There, everything will be fine now’
I huddled up in my duvet, both chilled and wishing to shield from the light. Many thoughts-sensations came to me. I felt quite emotional initially – due to a friend having just uncovered repressed memories of sexual abuse after taking MDMA. TMA-2 felt as though it had personality in the shamanic sense. I thought of a ‘grey’ momentarily. I briefly felt some shamanic language solidify around me. I imagined Shulgin unwittingly and unknowingly giving birth to this entity during his alchemy. I mentioned this all to F; “Angels in test tubes” she says.
We made tea and I made some really minimal notes – just pointers for later – my fine motor control was not there at all. Our pets seemed to feel the static coming off us. There was an energy – I imagined myself as being stretched over a glass dome with a hurricane inside it. On one of the other trips I had felt or inwardly heard a rhythm building thump thump thump like something distant pounding a desert floor; this strange sensation seemed to happen again and a link to sand-desert-reptilian. I put on “Third Eye” and moved around in the armchair, lost in the wash of rhythms and sound. I went up stairs to hug F and check that she was having a good time too. I felt some link to ‘cactus energy’ and really saw TMA-2 as a sort of techno mutant mescaline. I looked at our cacti and then noted the similarity between the cacti’s spines and the claws of our very angular and spiky looking cat ‘Vlad’. I pointed it out and I wondered aloud if cats evolved from cacti or cacti from cats. I was joking of course, but when the image hit me I could almost believe it for a second. I ate an apple in the garden, but on this occasion didn’t feel particularly linked to nature.
We sat and talked for sometime – prohibition led to control of the internet and perhaps influenced by my friend’s revelations I had some thoughts on child porn and other unpleasantness on the internet, – I could only hope that it wasn’t a sign of things getting worse, as some feared, but a painful and ugly step towards getting better; since so much had been hidden or allowed or unspoken of in the past. The slow eruption of a boil before it could heal, a therapeutic process played out in humanity over time. I don’t know how valid this is but one can only hope.
I rested once more in bed with my eyes closed, and got the image of an octopus type creature and then two of the tendrils became the enormous horns of some goat/Baphomet thing all in dull tones. Certainly there seemed little colour attenuation, at least with the eyes closed.
After a chat with my stepson down stairs – there were more thought/idea links: Cactus – sand. Sand to glass. Glass substrate for – synthetic cactus. TMA-2.What better metaphor for TMA-2 than glass? What’s TMA-2 like? Hard and clear. I had some tension in my neck – mainly on my left side – in fact my left side was prominent in my consciousness, especially the left side of my face and left eye.
I again shut my eyes and stilled my mind/ego; it didn’t feel like I could break through anywhere, it was rather more like gently bobbing around, lilo-like in a colourless drifting field of sensation.
A little later I was starting to feel a little frazzled and less jolly – not badly but I had not noted it or any comedown as such with this material before, so wondered if the mood change at least was more personal. After a drink I suggested we take the effects outside.
We walked up to the forest and sat on the grassy slope. I asked F if she was getting any visuals;
“Not much but everything looks different almost like virtual reality”, I looked back at the trees and thought that was a good metaphor. There was also some change to our focussing. In fact this trip was somewhat less visual for both of us than previously.
We walked up a path and past some cut back but dramatically antler-like gorse, then up another path where the orange berries of the rowan trees contrasted with the ground’s leaf browns and the tall, rapidly yellowing weeds rising upwards. My mood was much better again. We sat here for sometime discussing parents’ expectations, ones upbringing etc. I could see many bits of negative programming – and of course the effect of growing up with my fathers disease, ill health and ultimate death had had on me. Eventually we headed back. Upon returning we were very hungry and between us ate a pizza and salad, which proved plenty, then had a long conversation with a friend on the phone about today’s themes. Some drug effect was evident for the rest of the evening and sleep was somewhat difficult, odd and patchy (codeine (60mg) and cannabis consumed also) but I have to say that all in all that this slightly rough edged but quirky compound has impressed me once again.
