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So, other than being an avid marijuana user, my experience with psychoactive substances has been non-existent until recently. A month ago, I had my first tango with mushrooms, ingesting 3.5 grams, then another 2, then at least 2 more after that, over a five hour period, the trip itself lasting some 9-10 hours in total. I write this not to be a braggart, but because I treat this sort of exploration with the utmost seriousness, treating it essentially like a fun academic project. There were some extremely interesting effects, including:
• Overwhelming body sensitivity, to the point of it being mildly uncomfortable.
• Trees turning into fractals and hexagons, with every single leaf and branch being exceedingly clear and sharp.
• Grass and plants pulsating and wavering a bit. At one point, a concentration of bushes took on a cartoonish, demonic appearance, though only superficially.
• My vision being overlaid (mostly indoors) with sketchy H. R. Giger-esque curves and lines on most surfaces.
• Difficulty in drawing, with much of the drawing being heavily abstract. When I would concentrate on the lines, they would bubble, pulsate and breathe.
• Vivid, sudden images of very complex curves and shapes that kind of reminded me of the rocket launcher from Q3A. There were lots of glowing rectangles and complex weaving shapes that looked very retro-futuristic.
• Brief moments of beautiful, uncontrollable, weeping laughter while shooting the shit.
• Closed eyes revealing cascading shapes in the vain of 90s-era screen savers.
• People's faces leaving behind brief after images.
• People with auras.
• Every emotion I've ever experienced, occurring simultaneously.
• Modulation in the pitch of my friend's voice.
• A compulsion, at the last peak, to strip off nearly all my clothes (including my glasses), resulting in my climbing of a tree, where, about 20 feet up, I proceeded to dance and, for the first time in my life, successfully meditate.
• In the weeks following, an almost insatiable need to illustrate, which I have always done, though now with much more frequency than ever.
Yesterday evening, I took a hit of about 40mg of about 90% pure DMT, and the results were quite shocking. In comparison to the mushrooms, this was a much more intense trip, whole thing lasting a few minutes, and included:
• Instantaneous hallucinations that began before the hit could be completed.
• My friend's face projecting beams of repeating facial features at 45 degree angles into infinity.
• His face also glowing intensely, with a smaller imprint of his face in the middle of his original face.
• Ever seen those photoshopped pictures of faces with double eyes/mouths? Yeah, that was happening as well.
• I lost the ability to speak coherently, and desperately attempted to articulate words from my subconscious, resulting in the cryptic phrase, which I said to my friend who had administered the DMT: "I've known you for all these years, until now." Something like that.
• Tree branches turning into intense rows of fractals.
• The entire backyard turned into a cellular playground of moving entities. Every single blade of grass and speck of dirt was part of some intricate ballet of movement and it definitely appeared to be alive.
• Absolute child-like joy, even more so than what the mushrooms provided.
I'll be experimenting with both substances more in the near future, trying out new environments and activities and higher dosages. This is not for fucking around with. I think it's absolutely tragic that some people just goof off with them instead of examining what happens (while still having fun). Perhaps best of all is that I'm (very slowly) starting to address certain aspects of my bipolar/ADD/depression issues thanks to the bizarre changes in perspective and thought processes. Not that I wasn't already making progress, but these experiences are contributing positively for sure.
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There are a few sniff-able "research chemicals". I would recommend methoxetamine, 3-meo-pcp, or ketamine if you can get it. 4-aco-dalt/dmt I believe it is possible but I've never tried. The awesome psychedelic 2C family generally shouldn't be sniffed.
Methoxetamine is the absolute bomb, highly recommended unless you already have an addiction problem, then you're going to be irresponsible with this substance. There are half a dozen analogues of it but they don't compare favorably.
Never experimented with psychedelics, but I had my run in with Hydrocodone and such for a time. I've been clean from that for about a year now, but I will mirror what others have said...music can really alter the effects you have depending on the chemical you've taken.
For me, music like Hammock (look them up, they're great music even without 'enhancements'), took me practically into another universe. It was the most calming and enlightening experience that I had ever had up until that point. My body felt numb, yet vibrated to certain bass intonations, and normal anxieties had been thrown completely to the wayside. I could go into more detail if people wanted me to, but I'm not exactly proud of having done this really...
I took 3.5 grams of mushrooms the day after my insanely terrifying DMT "soul stealing" trip. I was hosting a party and started to get really upset. I felt like a fucking loser. I sat down and watched a few minutes of "Gummo," which I had thrown on earlier. I was tripping hard and watching this already disturbing film in that state was almost unbearable. Faces seemed stacked on each other, like transparent layers in Photoshop. The colors were overly intense and there were fractals everywhere.
I took my girlfriend outside and struggled to communicate to her that I was feeling funny. I couldn't pay attention to her because the ground was fractals. It was too intense.
Shortly after, I realized what the DMT monster was, and ended up having a fantastic time at the party. It was actually a benevolent creature trying to show my ego in its most vulnerable state. The avatar of me cowering in fear was my ego, not wanting to be killed. The terror I experienced was my ego trying to hold on to reality. The ego death of the trip suddenly became very apparent and I was overjoyed.
I also remembered a weird part of the trip I didn't mention earlier in this thread. When I poked my eyes, before the melting effect, my entire reality was FUCKED. Blade Runner and the backgrounds from Cool World had vomited in the room. It was raining and it wasn't. The room was enormous and yet I was zoomed way in. Everything was at a severe slant. There were geometric figures and lines permeating this space. Strobing zig-zag monochrome cubes embedded into reality. Every single object in the room looked collapsed and there were thousands of perspective points. I kept telling myself, my god, everything is broken. I could hear the sound of a machine dying rhythmically. Very slowly, it turned into melting smeariness and finally resembled reality once again. I believe that part of the trip was me being forced to accept that, in the brief absence of ego, I had no way to define reality.