OneIsEros
Rising Star
A report of a common story, a simple reminder.
I pushed responsible irresponsible MDMA use to the max.
150 mg 100% pure ammonia washed MDMA crystals, followed by a 75 mg redose 1.5 hours in, once every 3 months, often in conjunction with high quality LSD, for three years.
It was a wonderful three years, 12 experiences overall.
I then took a three year break, and dosed. Another three year break and dosed. And then one last time after a further three year abstinence, only using classical psychedelics.
I have never felt “come down blues”. Some sad yearning from the joy was slipping away while coming down, but never the infamous hangover. But, those three times, three years apart, each did not hold a candle to the “love rush” of the first 12 experiences. This was more akin to a small love glimmer, with amphetamine overtones.
Everyone’s biology varies with this compound, but this has been my experience. I will never take it again simply because it does not bring reward and will stick with classical psychedelic compounds that do not have this problem.
While I am mildly perturbed by the seemingly permanent absence this has revealed in my neurochemistry, it also leads me to ponder the shallowness of the MDMA pockets. MDMA elicits cosmetic features of the DMT-oriented serotonergic brain system - features of love - but while these pockets can have antibiotic-like psychotherapeutic value - love is evidently far deeper than MDMA. I have found much deeper connection with love on ayahuasca, which always leaves me feeling almost like the opposite of MDMA - as though I had given my brain a kale shake.
Notes from the underground of snobby drug nerd connoseuirs, lol.
I pushed responsible irresponsible MDMA use to the max.
150 mg 100% pure ammonia washed MDMA crystals, followed by a 75 mg redose 1.5 hours in, once every 3 months, often in conjunction with high quality LSD, for three years.
It was a wonderful three years, 12 experiences overall.
I then took a three year break, and dosed. Another three year break and dosed. And then one last time after a further three year abstinence, only using classical psychedelics.
I have never felt “come down blues”. Some sad yearning from the joy was slipping away while coming down, but never the infamous hangover. But, those three times, three years apart, each did not hold a candle to the “love rush” of the first 12 experiences. This was more akin to a small love glimmer, with amphetamine overtones.
Everyone’s biology varies with this compound, but this has been my experience. I will never take it again simply because it does not bring reward and will stick with classical psychedelic compounds that do not have this problem.
While I am mildly perturbed by the seemingly permanent absence this has revealed in my neurochemistry, it also leads me to ponder the shallowness of the MDMA pockets. MDMA elicits cosmetic features of the DMT-oriented serotonergic brain system - features of love - but while these pockets can have antibiotic-like psychotherapeutic value - love is evidently far deeper than MDMA. I have found much deeper connection with love on ayahuasca, which always leaves me feeling almost like the opposite of MDMA - as though I had given my brain a kale shake.
Notes from the underground of snobby drug nerd connoseuirs, lol.