TGO
Music is alive and in your soul. It can move you.
I am posting this report mainly to express my dislike for *most* RCs. Listen, we all need to be very careful when ingesting substances because there are a lot of dishonest people out there trying to make a quick buck and they could care less about what happens to you. You have been warned.
Test before you ingest!
First off, this experience happened roughly two/three or so years ago when my girlfriend and I were on the prowl for LSD. A friend of ours said that he had some and would gladly share with us. (I took notes after the experience and will do my best to recall all the fine details.).
"Okay, cool!" I thought to myself. But it was far from cool. We had six hits so my girlfriend and I split them in half. Took two and then the last one an hour later. We did not test the substance. Needless to say, I will never do that again. The "friend" called us the next day and admitted that he found out that what we had was supposedly of the NBOME family. :thumb_dow (IMO)
The come up was a little uneasy so I had Itunes begin playing the entire discography of Pink Floyd. If nBOME's are good for anything, they have great synergy with music. "Any Colour You Like" is one of the most strangely beautiful and psychedelic songs I've ever heard while under the influence of psychedelics. Left me with tears of joy on many occasions. But then again, you just can't go wrong with Pink Floyd while tripping. Anyway getting off topic...
My lady and I basically sat and cuddled on the couch for the first 2-2.5 hours. All the while, the trip was getting more intense. Walls, floors, posters, ceiling and everything in between was melting, waving, and breathing pretty hardcore. What I noticed is that there was this empty feeling from this compound. Little to no introspection with a lot of nifty OEVs...little to no CEVs. Overall, it felt very hollow. I think that is what was bothering me during the trip. I wasn't getting anything out of it except this unacceptable feeling of emptiness.
The music was cool, my girlfriend was warm, but something was creeping in at the back of my consciousness that I couldn't quite put my finger on. At this point I was still managing to hold it together, all the while beginning to feel more detached and disoriented from everything...but I was still completely HOLLOW somehow.
At this point, my girlfriend smiled at me and pointed to the bong, pre-loaded with cannabis. I did not want to smoke yet so I thought I'd take just one hit and let her smoke whatever she wanted. I wish I hadn't taken that hit because as soon as I did, I felt a bit paranoid and suddenly overwhelmed with complete disorientation. Not a typical, "I'm leaving my body" type of disorientation, it was more like I was really drunk and lost in a foreign place. I hugged my girlfriend for dear life and buried my head in her chest for comfort. That helped, for about five minutes. Confusion was really starting to set in. I was just...lost and couldn't comprehend anything. The cannabis really sent me in the wrong direction.
I was fighting a losing battle. I did not like the feeling rushing through me. I pulled away from her to try and get grounded. Took some deep breaths, but it only got worse. For some reason, the music stopped and I don't know if it was real or not but it was silent in my reality...I tried to look at her and smile but what I saw was a bit horrific, IMO.
Everything was melting and while I faced and looked at my GF, she had turned into a thin and frail looking skeleton creature who's face was melting and drooping and basically scaring the hell out of me. We keep each other strong in the depths of psychedelia, but man it was creepy. Behind her (or what used to resemble her) and the couch was a swirling mass of black OEVs ... dark and uninviting with what appeared to be wisps of lightning. Very strange. I was having a hard time coping with the dark reality that just enveloped me...all while still feeling quite hollow. That made it even more startling. I couldn't feel correctly. It just was and I was in the middle of it. I knew I couldn't afford to freak out, because it would freak her out. But the panic was real and it was trying to wedge itself into the deepest part of my soul. I'm pretty sure she could see it on my face but there was no time to worry about that...
So I faced my fear head on and jumped back up on the couch and laid my head in her lap. She started stroking my hair and after a few minutes (or hours, who knows...time dilation was immense) I started to feel like everything was okay. I am guessing that that was the peak of the experience because it gradually tapered off and the music returned...:?: We spent the rest of the night painting and coloring and playing with bubbles and glowsticks. BTW, blowing bubbles is my favorite way to distract myself when things start to go south. Bubbles are the bee's knees!
I've never felt anything but immense pleasure and joy/happiness when on LSD (the few times it was legit) so I think that is part of the reason this experience was a bit frightening, to say the least. At the time, I didn't know what I had put in my body because I didn't test it. In retrospect, I can't believe I was being that ignorant. Research chemicals are no joke.
So to all of you considering taking something without knowing what it is, please consider the safety implications. I had to learn the hard way. Perhaps I am better off for it but it was by no means, fun.
I still did a couple RC trips after this one once I knew what they were but like I said, they journeys always felt like they were lacking in any substantial meaning:
Hollow: Without Significance.
I don't take RCs or go looking for psychedelics anymore. I make or grow my own. I truly feel like that is the only proper way to go about exploring the wonderful and truly enigmatic psychedelic realms.
Thanks for reading!
Any insight is welcome!
PEACE
-The Grateful One-
Test before you ingest!
First off, this experience happened roughly two/three or so years ago when my girlfriend and I were on the prowl for LSD. A friend of ours said that he had some and would gladly share with us. (I took notes after the experience and will do my best to recall all the fine details.).
"Okay, cool!" I thought to myself. But it was far from cool. We had six hits so my girlfriend and I split them in half. Took two and then the last one an hour later. We did not test the substance. Needless to say, I will never do that again. The "friend" called us the next day and admitted that he found out that what we had was supposedly of the NBOME family. :thumb_dow (IMO)
The come up was a little uneasy so I had Itunes begin playing the entire discography of Pink Floyd. If nBOME's are good for anything, they have great synergy with music. "Any Colour You Like" is one of the most strangely beautiful and psychedelic songs I've ever heard while under the influence of psychedelics. Left me with tears of joy on many occasions. But then again, you just can't go wrong with Pink Floyd while tripping. Anyway getting off topic...
My lady and I basically sat and cuddled on the couch for the first 2-2.5 hours. All the while, the trip was getting more intense. Walls, floors, posters, ceiling and everything in between was melting, waving, and breathing pretty hardcore. What I noticed is that there was this empty feeling from this compound. Little to no introspection with a lot of nifty OEVs...little to no CEVs. Overall, it felt very hollow. I think that is what was bothering me during the trip. I wasn't getting anything out of it except this unacceptable feeling of emptiness.
The music was cool, my girlfriend was warm, but something was creeping in at the back of my consciousness that I couldn't quite put my finger on. At this point I was still managing to hold it together, all the while beginning to feel more detached and disoriented from everything...but I was still completely HOLLOW somehow.
At this point, my girlfriend smiled at me and pointed to the bong, pre-loaded with cannabis. I did not want to smoke yet so I thought I'd take just one hit and let her smoke whatever she wanted. I wish I hadn't taken that hit because as soon as I did, I felt a bit paranoid and suddenly overwhelmed with complete disorientation. Not a typical, "I'm leaving my body" type of disorientation, it was more like I was really drunk and lost in a foreign place. I hugged my girlfriend for dear life and buried my head in her chest for comfort. That helped, for about five minutes. Confusion was really starting to set in. I was just...lost and couldn't comprehend anything. The cannabis really sent me in the wrong direction.
I was fighting a losing battle. I did not like the feeling rushing through me. I pulled away from her to try and get grounded. Took some deep breaths, but it only got worse. For some reason, the music stopped and I don't know if it was real or not but it was silent in my reality...I tried to look at her and smile but what I saw was a bit horrific, IMO.
Everything was melting and while I faced and looked at my GF, she had turned into a thin and frail looking skeleton creature who's face was melting and drooping and basically scaring the hell out of me. We keep each other strong in the depths of psychedelia, but man it was creepy. Behind her (or what used to resemble her) and the couch was a swirling mass of black OEVs ... dark and uninviting with what appeared to be wisps of lightning. Very strange. I was having a hard time coping with the dark reality that just enveloped me...all while still feeling quite hollow. That made it even more startling. I couldn't feel correctly. It just was and I was in the middle of it. I knew I couldn't afford to freak out, because it would freak her out. But the panic was real and it was trying to wedge itself into the deepest part of my soul. I'm pretty sure she could see it on my face but there was no time to worry about that...
So I faced my fear head on and jumped back up on the couch and laid my head in her lap. She started stroking my hair and after a few minutes (or hours, who knows...time dilation was immense) I started to feel like everything was okay. I am guessing that that was the peak of the experience because it gradually tapered off and the music returned...:?: We spent the rest of the night painting and coloring and playing with bubbles and glowsticks. BTW, blowing bubbles is my favorite way to distract myself when things start to go south. Bubbles are the bee's knees!
I've never felt anything but immense pleasure and joy/happiness when on LSD (the few times it was legit) so I think that is part of the reason this experience was a bit frightening, to say the least. At the time, I didn't know what I had put in my body because I didn't test it. In retrospect, I can't believe I was being that ignorant. Research chemicals are no joke.
So to all of you considering taking something without knowing what it is, please consider the safety implications. I had to learn the hard way. Perhaps I am better off for it but it was by no means, fun.
I still did a couple RC trips after this one once I knew what they were but like I said, they journeys always felt like they were lacking in any substantial meaning:
Hollow: Without Significance.
I don't take RCs or go looking for psychedelics anymore. I make or grow my own. I truly feel like that is the only proper way to go about exploring the wonderful and truly enigmatic psychedelic realms.
Thanks for reading!
Any insight is welcome!
PEACE
-The Grateful One-
) so I hope that doesn't make you guys think any less of me!