dragon-n
Rising Star
i had been most blessed to receive some very pure 2C-B in sufficient quantity for exploration.
my initial allies were the tryptamine plants and at some point realized that my true allies lie in the phenethylamine cactus kingdom.
i am able to hear the cactus speak very clearly, and our connection is far deeper than what i've experienced with other plants.
i have experience with various synthetics and used to hold the opinion that the plant spirit is an indispensable aspect of the shamanic experience.
it's easy to get snobby and say that only plants offer TRUE experiences.
after my first MDMA experience i have never talked down to synthetics realizing them as merely an extension of nature's creative power.
after trying what, for me, was a strong dose of 2C-B recently, i must admit i am very much taken aback by the sheer depth and utter holiness that 2C-B revealed to me. and yes, i said holy.
i experienced something i've never experienced before though with a synthetic: a presence, a spirit, a guiding consciousness.
LSD can no doubt reveal a substantial dose of holiness to your consciousness but i've never felt a presence behind it.
i felt apprehension as the 2C-B came over me.
i'd never taken this much, and am always a touch reluctant to going into a new dose with an unfamiliar compound.
2C-B can be quite "twitchy" and physically strong so i naturally hoped i would be able to settle into such a dose.
my lower doses, reflected what D.M. Turner described as a "speedy acid high, hardly worth mentioning."
lower doses feel much like MDMA mixed with LSD, though less intense.
this stronger dose felt more like MDMA or mescaline mixed with DMT. there was a "strangeness" that reminds me more of DMT than LSD.
also there was a presence which again is more DMT-like than LSD.
as i started peaking, i felt like i was stuck in a spider web. my arms and legs were going numb, i had no desire to move.
i distinctly felt an insect presence buzzing down on me.
i was in her web, she was distincly female.
i felt her stick her stinger into my abdomen and inject me with a warm love and i immediatly tasted 2C-B in my mouth. (even though having swallowed a capsule and not actually tasted it when swallowing.)
i felt poisoned, like she stuck me with her bliss-venom. my face got a little itchy, my legs and arms became more numb.
i knew i trusted the compound to take me so i relinquished my control and consciousness from my muscles and slipped into that vibrating warmth which had now overtaken me.
i distinctly felt a buzzing in my spine that reminded me of being a bumblebee.
i kept mumbling: 2C-Bumblebee, 2C-Butterfly...
i became the little child of that butterfly-spider presence that stuck me in her web.
slipping through worlds behind my eyes was seemless and natural as the boundaries between myself and the universe were dissolved
in such an intense buzzing, as if vibration itself was causing even matter to "unhook" itself and dissolve into the sea of energy from which it came.
all the while i was both intensely in my ego and intensely not aware of my ego. the "I" that watches never changed.
but i kept forgetting who "I" was supposed to report my feelings and perceptions back to.
as if the ego-vortex that usually relates all things back to itself was somehow letting every other thought "slip through the cracks" of awareness.
i reflected on how the south african shamans would use 2C-B in their rituals. they know what they're doing.
2C-B isn't just some random compound. i think it is just as profound as LSD.
it is a classic psychedelic, though simply not "old enough" to be considered so.
with DMT i feel a startling variety of presences that verges on absurdity at times.
what i like about Pedro/Torch is that you go back to the same presence every time you take it.
there is no randomness to the presences you feel, you are going back to the same ally you left last time you came.
i don't have extensive experience with 2C-B but the last few times i took it i felt a similar consistency to it's ally presence.
it feels to me exactly like a female mescaline. i think 2C-B is mescaline's sister.
in some very fundamental ways, mescaline and 2C-B are preaching from the same book.
i was brought to tears by how profound the experience was for me, and it wasn't even a very intense one.
it was barely a plus 3, and i only took 14 mgs.
i am very sensitive to most medicines and 14 mgs. was just enough to open the door so that i could get a full glimpse of what she is without falling over to the other side.
i was so moved by her sweet presence, i even saw that she was worthy of the title "sacrament."
if peyote is grandfather, and trichocereus cacti are his children, then 2C-B is a disincarnate soul-sister drifting through this dimension without the luxury of a physical body as the cactus alkaloids do.
she is the etheric presence of expansive love that is trying, however subtly, to lure this lost humanity back to the fold of divine peace and contentment.
i walked into my cactus garden as the peak subsided and gazed with reverence at all the pedros and torches and juul's giants and bridgesiis.
they glowed a touch brighter than any other plants in the backyard. they have more power in them than most plants do.
silently they said, "we love 2C-B too, she is ours."
granted, some phenethylamines may not have the glory of mescaline, not all are created equal.
but think twice before you call Bumblebee a party drug...the south africans called her "sacrament."
what do they know that we are missing????
approach her with reverence and devotion and she will reflect that love back 100-fold.
approach her with passing interest and distracted inattentiveness and she will certainly buzz and buzz but she won't speak.
my initial allies were the tryptamine plants and at some point realized that my true allies lie in the phenethylamine cactus kingdom.
i am able to hear the cactus speak very clearly, and our connection is far deeper than what i've experienced with other plants.
i have experience with various synthetics and used to hold the opinion that the plant spirit is an indispensable aspect of the shamanic experience.
it's easy to get snobby and say that only plants offer TRUE experiences.
after my first MDMA experience i have never talked down to synthetics realizing them as merely an extension of nature's creative power.
after trying what, for me, was a strong dose of 2C-B recently, i must admit i am very much taken aback by the sheer depth and utter holiness that 2C-B revealed to me. and yes, i said holy.
i experienced something i've never experienced before though with a synthetic: a presence, a spirit, a guiding consciousness.
LSD can no doubt reveal a substantial dose of holiness to your consciousness but i've never felt a presence behind it.
i felt apprehension as the 2C-B came over me.
i'd never taken this much, and am always a touch reluctant to going into a new dose with an unfamiliar compound.
2C-B can be quite "twitchy" and physically strong so i naturally hoped i would be able to settle into such a dose.
my lower doses, reflected what D.M. Turner described as a "speedy acid high, hardly worth mentioning."
lower doses feel much like MDMA mixed with LSD, though less intense.
this stronger dose felt more like MDMA or mescaline mixed with DMT. there was a "strangeness" that reminds me more of DMT than LSD.
also there was a presence which again is more DMT-like than LSD.
as i started peaking, i felt like i was stuck in a spider web. my arms and legs were going numb, i had no desire to move.
i distinctly felt an insect presence buzzing down on me.
i was in her web, she was distincly female.
i felt her stick her stinger into my abdomen and inject me with a warm love and i immediatly tasted 2C-B in my mouth. (even though having swallowed a capsule and not actually tasted it when swallowing.)
i felt poisoned, like she stuck me with her bliss-venom. my face got a little itchy, my legs and arms became more numb.
i knew i trusted the compound to take me so i relinquished my control and consciousness from my muscles and slipped into that vibrating warmth which had now overtaken me.
i distinctly felt a buzzing in my spine that reminded me of being a bumblebee.
i kept mumbling: 2C-Bumblebee, 2C-Butterfly...
i became the little child of that butterfly-spider presence that stuck me in her web.
slipping through worlds behind my eyes was seemless and natural as the boundaries between myself and the universe were dissolved
in such an intense buzzing, as if vibration itself was causing even matter to "unhook" itself and dissolve into the sea of energy from which it came.
all the while i was both intensely in my ego and intensely not aware of my ego. the "I" that watches never changed.
but i kept forgetting who "I" was supposed to report my feelings and perceptions back to.
as if the ego-vortex that usually relates all things back to itself was somehow letting every other thought "slip through the cracks" of awareness.
i reflected on how the south african shamans would use 2C-B in their rituals. they know what they're doing.
2C-B isn't just some random compound. i think it is just as profound as LSD.
it is a classic psychedelic, though simply not "old enough" to be considered so.
with DMT i feel a startling variety of presences that verges on absurdity at times.
what i like about Pedro/Torch is that you go back to the same presence every time you take it.
there is no randomness to the presences you feel, you are going back to the same ally you left last time you came.
i don't have extensive experience with 2C-B but the last few times i took it i felt a similar consistency to it's ally presence.
it feels to me exactly like a female mescaline. i think 2C-B is mescaline's sister.
in some very fundamental ways, mescaline and 2C-B are preaching from the same book.
i was brought to tears by how profound the experience was for me, and it wasn't even a very intense one.
it was barely a plus 3, and i only took 14 mgs.
i am very sensitive to most medicines and 14 mgs. was just enough to open the door so that i could get a full glimpse of what she is without falling over to the other side.
i was so moved by her sweet presence, i even saw that she was worthy of the title "sacrament."
if peyote is grandfather, and trichocereus cacti are his children, then 2C-B is a disincarnate soul-sister drifting through this dimension without the luxury of a physical body as the cactus alkaloids do.
she is the etheric presence of expansive love that is trying, however subtly, to lure this lost humanity back to the fold of divine peace and contentment.
i walked into my cactus garden as the peak subsided and gazed with reverence at all the pedros and torches and juul's giants and bridgesiis.
they glowed a touch brighter than any other plants in the backyard. they have more power in them than most plants do.
silently they said, "we love 2C-B too, she is ours."
granted, some phenethylamines may not have the glory of mescaline, not all are created equal.
but think twice before you call Bumblebee a party drug...the south africans called her "sacrament."
what do they know that we are missing????
approach her with reverence and devotion and she will reflect that love back 100-fold.
approach her with passing interest and distracted inattentiveness and she will certainly buzz and buzz but she won't speak.
