Take the crystalline axe and climb the PH scale bean stalk into the clouds, braving the cosmic ladder between the acidic and the divine. good luck Bob

[OccipitalBob]

“Transmutation of the Everyday: A Journey Through the Elements of Bob”



Beloved seekers, alchemists, and fellow experimenters in the grand laboratory of the soul — welcome. I come before you not as a scientist, nor as a mystic, but as something far more unstable. A man in flux at the start of a journey into the unknown.



Like Boyle and Newton before me, I have chosen to dabble in transmutation — not of lead into gold, but of fear into curiosity, failure into data, and (on the 5th try- after exclaiming loudly that this is never gonna f-in work) self doubt into the milky wine of possibility.



I come to you as a a self-taught chemist of the cosmos, armed with a pipette in one hand and destiny in the other. When they speak of me in years to come they will say……………… Bob- learned chemistry, not from books or the many kind people pointing him in the right direction to Nexus, nor did he benefit from then the other kind people (mostly @Transform) on Nexus leading him carefully through the no man’s land of solubility curves. - no sir)



Instead, they will say Bob chose to embrace the spirit of the 4am kitchen, the whispering electric bimble of a slow cooker in the dead of the night, the delightful plunking hail stones of sodium finding bottom in the flask before the inevitable fizz and recoil from the fumes, secret circles and murmurs in the vinegar village, listening… listening…. Watching, waiting, freezing. Anything for a sign, an omen of the arrival of a wizard.



Bob dared (like so many brave pilgrims before him ) to Take the crystalline axe and climb the PH scale bean stalk into the clouds, braving the cosmic ladder between the acidic and the divine.



Did Bob have credentials? Only those issued by the Universe herself — signed in starlight and occasionally witnessed by his house weasel, who, in turn only had eyes for the postie, cheese and walkies.



So go forth and mix. Stir your doubts into your destiny. Heat your hopes gently until they reach the boiling point of possibility. And when someone asks, “Are you qualified to do this?” — smile, and remind them that every atom in Bobs body has already passed through the heart of a star.



Thank you. You may now collect your complimentary beakers of moon-infused kombucha at the back, orange slices are complimentary, inhibitors are taped underneath each one your seats.

 

[Transform]

Are you OK, Bob?

 

[OccipitalBob]

Over the moon

 

[OccipitalBob]

It only went and f-in worked, chuffed to beans. Thanks again for all the advice thus far…

 

[OccipitalBob]

Lift off is pretty crazy, for my first hit I tried 15mg in a wax pen (this wasn’t getting things hot enough) switched to glass and a hand torch and……….. kabooom.

Reminded me of two previous experiences, Salvia, in as much as my body was pinned for the duration you couldn’t move if you wanted to.

And also the lingering other worldliness of ketamine. That Disassociative reality.
Visuals and head work were intense but short lived, (I was being pulled through cupboards of math-esk problems and they were being solved and sorted out at a micro level ( 4 at a time on a split screen) like the atoms were being rearranged. (Crystals were white but I didn’t have many) as I only managed to make the process work when I was down to my last 100gm of bark.

When moving to scale, are small
Seperated batches preferable still, or do people just get larger containers for the reaction, thinking about backend solvent evap, it would take days to wait for a litre of solvent to go cloudy wouldn’t it.

If you were to add an inhibitor, what might you choose, and which part of the trip does it extend, don’t fancy being locked in hyperspace on a breakthrough dose for 7 hours . Or maybe that’s what’s needed.



Occy Bob,