This time I used DXM in addition to MXE. I dosed 350 mg DXM powder with 16 mg of ondansetron (a selective 5HT3 antagonist that gives me incredible euphoric, lucid, and psychedelic effects I don't get using DXM alone). That dose was followed by two 150 mg redoses at 3 hrs and 4 hrs after the initial dose, respectively. At t+5.5 hrs I used 30 mg of MXE rectally and waited for the onset. Despite one report warning of the combo in this thread, I (for the second time) noticed no worrisome symptoms combining MXE and DXM at the dosage levels reported here (I was pretty foggy the next day, though).
I went to my bedroom and lied on the bed. Just as I did during the first experience linked to above, I turned over on my side, opened my right eye, and focused my attention to the right of my eye's central focal point. Soon visions began to appear (again, these aren't morphing geometric open-eye "visuals" in the sense I see them on something like LSD, they're more like scenes from a film of avant-garde impressionist animation). But this time was different. I found that I was able to open both eyes without dissolving the visual scene. I was also able to blink a number of times and even move my eyes from side to side without disturbing stability of the scenes. Excited, and knowing this trip would be a highly visual experience, I got out of bed to dose 30 mg more MXE, for a total of 650 mg DXM and 60 mg MXE (I probably also had a mild tolerance to MXE at the time).
When I returned to bed I didn't even bother trying the one-eye technique that had previously revealed this new species of open eye visuals to me. I simply stared at the ceiling. Soon, incredible visual effects unlike anything I've experienced before in nearly a decade and a half of psychedelic and dissociative use began. The ceiling changed color from purple to orange to maroon -- it was so vivid and seemingly "externally sourced" that it appeared more like a light show with an accompanying film than "visuals". These weren't rainbow auras like I've seen before, but rather it was if a tinted lamp was illuminating the ceiling with different hues of light.
The scenes that appeared completely occluded the features of the ceiling behind them -- paint bubbles, marks, and dents -- rather than lying over them like a morphing image on a transparency the way other open eye visuals appear to. Sometimes I saw rooms with writing on pillars or boney animal armors and shells, or microbiological architecture not unlike electron microscope imagery, and always there appeared phantasmagorical figures. One such "phantom" looked like a cross between a turgid worm and a billowing grey cloud. I wondered if it was an "entity" -- which I consider to be ego fragments of the subconscious rather than supernatural beings -- and tried to talk to it. I was hoping to learn something about myself by communicating with it. It morphed outward and shuffled down from the ceiling closer to me and "faced me," though it had no eyes or face for me to guess if facing me was its intent. I thought I should be frightened at something so realistic and unparalleled in my experience coming so close to me, but strangely I wasn't. "It" -- though I suppose it was not an "it" insofar as being an individual thing, but rather some extraordinarily vivid aggregate of loopy perceptual processes -- moved on after a brief time, and disappeared when the next scene assembled itself.
I went to my living room in disbelief, eager to test the durability of the visuals in a well-lit environment. I sat in my recliner and stared at the laptop screen propped open on top of a TV tray in front of me. No visuals appeared, though. Recalling that the clarity of the visuals during the first occasion I saw them a week ago seemed to require dark and undetailed surfaces to serve as "projection screens," I closed my eyes so that the lashes touched, leaving a thin open slit for me to peer out of. Doing this blurred my vision of the computer and the TV tray, reducing their detail to ambiguous shapes and blobs of color. This was what was needed. Soon the visuals began.
The white and blue light from the computer formed into a bouquet of brilliantly incandescent green crystals. How could so fantastic an elaboration of form and color derive from such a dissimilar origin? The edge of the TV tray then became the railing of a vast veranda at the boundary of some underworld palace. The scenes were not just composed of visuals, but were imbued with arcane meanings. I found, too, that the twistings and wavings of the tactile sense of my body I always experience on high dose dissociatives were integrated into the scenes' narratives in indescribable yet oddly intuitive ways. Each time the scenes coalesced from the pieces of my living room into some fantastic panorama or creature and then crumbled apart back into the humble fixtures they originated from. These transformations were intricate and stunning to behold. During the entire experience I noticed my right eye would become extremely unfocused for a few seconds at a time. These unfocused interludes often signaled the transition from one scene to another (I have no idea if this timing was meaningful or just a coincidental side effect).
I'm not sure if evoking these novel (to me) types of visuals are dose dependent, drug dependent (due to the addition of DXM and ondansetron), or if I'm getting better at perceiving them through practice. Again, I've never seen open eye visuals using MXE during the six months of use prior to this series of three trips, though I spent those trips in mostly well-lit environments or with my eyes closed, so it's too late now to know. I'm extremely excited to run more trials to explore this personally unprecedented phenomenon further, and can see this turning into a year long project the way my synthetic psilocin/ketamine combos did in the past.
