Sir Ron Pib
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 13, 2012
- Messages
- 643
10.30 Drop approx 1mg N-Morpholinyllysergamide (LSM-775): effects starting within 30 min, slightly ‘adrenal’ and a tinfoil feeling. Soon a slight oddness occurs on the tongue with paresthesia at the tip (this persists throughout most of the main body of the trip. Before the hour point mum rings – problems with my sister as usual. Bit trippier; colour and shape effects on sight are mild, the motifs on the rug looking somewhat alien.
11.45 I feel heavy and tired and go to the spare room and cuddle up with my dog on the sofa/fold-out bed where I am to spend most of the whole trip, close my eyes and sink into a gentle psychedelic state with that internal suggestion of detuning, echoing, repeating glissando and other effects, but void of actual sound. I feel sick. I had a very bad stomach this morning before the experiment, which was starting to clear, but it now hurts and I feel frankly a bit pukey. Lying there I have the impression of a jungle – the chirruping, cheeping, clicking, ribbeting of its unseen denizens - again mild, and again without visuals or actual sound.
12.05 It’s slightly somber but has a realness about it – something darkly shamanic; a very slow moving, sicky drift. Although I’m nauseous I am not sure actually being sick would help and there is a general malaise. With my eyes open there is still no more than a generic, low dose lysergamide look about things – the palette is there and some awareness of shape, but not much else – a few things remind me of the visual effect of Salvia, but I note that in passing, not as a reliable reaction from the compound. In truth all I want to do is close my eyes, which feel weighted.
This would be totally believable as some obscure, ancient, ethnic plant entheogen – something just feels genuine in mind and body. I feel a bit ill and there is the sense of being in a dusky, fractured, crepuscular netherworld. A brief feeling of flight and a mild feeling of inhabitation by some species of critter.
12.45 Much more push off it but really knocked out. Really heavy lassitude; not sure if it’s actually nystagmus but the feel of lids wanting to close and general laziness of eyes. Looking up there is flickering and and some wormy zipping patterns imposed upon the ceiling.
1.00 I am just totally mangled – wondering how much stronger it will get, not too much I hope – could one fall into unconsciousness? Mingzhu(dog) has unbeknown cuddled up next to me, looking like she is wondering what the hell is up with her owner, stealing me one of her worried glances. It is hard to explain the state; my inner world is still essentially free of what can realistically be called visions. I just feel I am disappearing; there is kind of ‘window’ of pale light and a moment where I feel pretty clearly I am ‘passing over’ into the next world...
Go to the bathroom and cram several digits down into my mouth trying to coax my nausea into action, but my retching yields no relief. Mashed as I am, up and about things don’t seem that strange and I am fairly with it, if somewhat unsteady on my feet.
I go back to being calmly mashed. There is a wall hanging – an Indonesian (I think) print of kinara and kinari on handmade paper - which seems profound and radiates a benign of meditative wisdom. I tell my GF how hopelessly fucked I feel. She asks if there is anything she can do. I scan my body – everything seems to be functioning ok, so no, not really.
1.45 I get up and head puke-wise to the toilet – again a bit wobbly but sort of reasonably with it, and with a bit of manipulation and tonsil jangling manage several heaving floods of relieving expulsions into the toilet bowl. I brush my teeth and otherwise straighten myself out and post-vomit feel really great.
That achieved there is nothing more to do than flop back down and close my eyes again and continue where I left off, which is hard to describe but there is really quite a degree of simply being smashed, but also within that some period of uncomplicated ego loss / not being.
2.30 I suddenly feel the most profound stillness and silence.
“So much silence
Stretching above me
Around me too
Has it deafened me?
Has it closed my ears?
Has the silence itself brought about this rapture?“*
2.45 Watch the carpet and get some fairly obvious visuals going – probably not totally unlike a modest LSD dose in character but it is also pretty easy for them to stop. I get up to get a sip of water, but standing up and walking about just feels messy and there is a lot of hard body sensation, so I go back to lying down again and considering the experience – I have to say I have been impressed in some way, even if it isn’t one I would hurry back to soon.
Somehow this has been a major experience for me – I feel like I have been through some manner of shamanic trial or initiation.
My GF is back from shopping and has brought up a small vase with three small opium poppy blooms in different hues of pink for the patient. I feel like I have taken a bit of a beating; woosey, still really heavy, and sick with stomach pain. My GF brings me some super strength mint tea and crystallized ginger.
A 3.50 I sit up looking disheveled amongst the crumpled duvet – “Shall I take a photo? You wouldn’t need to write a trip report just send a photo!” she helpfully opines, but within another 20 minutes I feel rather better.
The rest of the time I just lie there – I am recalling my Ibogaine experience – which took place in this self same room and also was similar in that it immobilizes you and closes the eyes so you just lay there slightly icky with clock time ticking past – also interesting we hadn’t noticed any mydriasis. I wonder if I should forgo my dose of opioids tomorrow, and also feel I won’t desire a benzodiazepine today – I am not making any suggestion here since that would be wild unfounded speculation – these are probably simply situational recollections, the stuff is so sedating a benzo isn’t needed but this stuff is so different to related compounds I would love to know what its binding affinities or general modus operandi is.
5.55 Totally amazingly I nodded off briefly – I snored for 5-10 minutes – something I would have thought totally beyond possibility on any other psychedelic even much nearer baseline. Also a bit odd I really don’t fancy my evening cup of tea.
By 7 feel rather more back, if still wobbly and tired – take the dogs out and phone a friend which goes fine.
It was hard to tell when the drug was completely eliminated – I think the standard “8-12hrs” would be a fair fit for a wider audience, although I suspect in my case it wasn’t totally gone at 13hrs. I fell asleep without trouble.
* Current 93 ‘A Silence Song’
11.45 I feel heavy and tired and go to the spare room and cuddle up with my dog on the sofa/fold-out bed where I am to spend most of the whole trip, close my eyes and sink into a gentle psychedelic state with that internal suggestion of detuning, echoing, repeating glissando and other effects, but void of actual sound. I feel sick. I had a very bad stomach this morning before the experiment, which was starting to clear, but it now hurts and I feel frankly a bit pukey. Lying there I have the impression of a jungle – the chirruping, cheeping, clicking, ribbeting of its unseen denizens - again mild, and again without visuals or actual sound.
12.05 It’s slightly somber but has a realness about it – something darkly shamanic; a very slow moving, sicky drift. Although I’m nauseous I am not sure actually being sick would help and there is a general malaise. With my eyes open there is still no more than a generic, low dose lysergamide look about things – the palette is there and some awareness of shape, but not much else – a few things remind me of the visual effect of Salvia, but I note that in passing, not as a reliable reaction from the compound. In truth all I want to do is close my eyes, which feel weighted.
This would be totally believable as some obscure, ancient, ethnic plant entheogen – something just feels genuine in mind and body. I feel a bit ill and there is the sense of being in a dusky, fractured, crepuscular netherworld. A brief feeling of flight and a mild feeling of inhabitation by some species of critter.
12.45 Much more push off it but really knocked out. Really heavy lassitude; not sure if it’s actually nystagmus but the feel of lids wanting to close and general laziness of eyes. Looking up there is flickering and and some wormy zipping patterns imposed upon the ceiling.
1.00 I am just totally mangled – wondering how much stronger it will get, not too much I hope – could one fall into unconsciousness? Mingzhu(dog) has unbeknown cuddled up next to me, looking like she is wondering what the hell is up with her owner, stealing me one of her worried glances. It is hard to explain the state; my inner world is still essentially free of what can realistically be called visions. I just feel I am disappearing; there is kind of ‘window’ of pale light and a moment where I feel pretty clearly I am ‘passing over’ into the next world...
Go to the bathroom and cram several digits down into my mouth trying to coax my nausea into action, but my retching yields no relief. Mashed as I am, up and about things don’t seem that strange and I am fairly with it, if somewhat unsteady on my feet.
I go back to being calmly mashed. There is a wall hanging – an Indonesian (I think) print of kinara and kinari on handmade paper - which seems profound and radiates a benign of meditative wisdom. I tell my GF how hopelessly fucked I feel. She asks if there is anything she can do. I scan my body – everything seems to be functioning ok, so no, not really.
1.45 I get up and head puke-wise to the toilet – again a bit wobbly but sort of reasonably with it, and with a bit of manipulation and tonsil jangling manage several heaving floods of relieving expulsions into the toilet bowl. I brush my teeth and otherwise straighten myself out and post-vomit feel really great.
That achieved there is nothing more to do than flop back down and close my eyes again and continue where I left off, which is hard to describe but there is really quite a degree of simply being smashed, but also within that some period of uncomplicated ego loss / not being.
2.30 I suddenly feel the most profound stillness and silence.
“So much silence
Stretching above me
Around me too
Has it deafened me?
Has it closed my ears?
Has the silence itself brought about this rapture?“*
2.45 Watch the carpet and get some fairly obvious visuals going – probably not totally unlike a modest LSD dose in character but it is also pretty easy for them to stop. I get up to get a sip of water, but standing up and walking about just feels messy and there is a lot of hard body sensation, so I go back to lying down again and considering the experience – I have to say I have been impressed in some way, even if it isn’t one I would hurry back to soon.
Somehow this has been a major experience for me – I feel like I have been through some manner of shamanic trial or initiation.
My GF is back from shopping and has brought up a small vase with three small opium poppy blooms in different hues of pink for the patient. I feel like I have taken a bit of a beating; woosey, still really heavy, and sick with stomach pain. My GF brings me some super strength mint tea and crystallized ginger.
A 3.50 I sit up looking disheveled amongst the crumpled duvet – “Shall I take a photo? You wouldn’t need to write a trip report just send a photo!” she helpfully opines, but within another 20 minutes I feel rather better.
The rest of the time I just lie there – I am recalling my Ibogaine experience – which took place in this self same room and also was similar in that it immobilizes you and closes the eyes so you just lay there slightly icky with clock time ticking past – also interesting we hadn’t noticed any mydriasis. I wonder if I should forgo my dose of opioids tomorrow, and also feel I won’t desire a benzodiazepine today – I am not making any suggestion here since that would be wild unfounded speculation – these are probably simply situational recollections, the stuff is so sedating a benzo isn’t needed but this stuff is so different to related compounds I would love to know what its binding affinities or general modus operandi is.
5.55 Totally amazingly I nodded off briefly – I snored for 5-10 minutes – something I would have thought totally beyond possibility on any other psychedelic even much nearer baseline. Also a bit odd I really don’t fancy my evening cup of tea.
By 7 feel rather more back, if still wobbly and tired – take the dogs out and phone a friend which goes fine.
It was hard to tell when the drug was completely eliminated – I think the standard “8-12hrs” would be a fair fit for a wider audience, although I suspect in my case it wasn’t totally gone at 13hrs. I fell asleep without trouble.
* Current 93 ‘A Silence Song’
It sounds like a unique, if odd and not necessarily always pleasant psychedelic. Perhaps it just needs some working with to be properly understood though, as you do make it sound like it has some potential. I'm wondering, did you consider smoking cannabis at all during the experience? It seems to me like that probably would have helped a lot with the nausea and increased the intensity of the trip.
