This trip report is long since overdue so I will cut to the chase. I apologize for not writing this one down earlier.

It was Spring of 2009. Right before spring break, my friend came over with some lovely surprises. MDMA, and MDA. The MDMA was pressed in tablets, 200mg each. The MDA was in capsule form, each capsule had 200mg. It was clear some capsules were more filled than others (either due to the powder being inconsistent in fluffiness/compression, or due to their scale being slightly off, I am not sure). I decided that I would get two of each, so that my fiancee and I would have at least two good experiences with what we had. Before he left, I asked him if he would let me have the one that was most-full with powder and he said yes!!! I was quite lucky to be friends with this person.

I wrote a little about this experience previously in a thread about my recovery from heroin addiction (in case you wanted to read more about the events leading up to this experience).

Quote:Originally Posted by Captain.Heroin Later I had the most psychedelic experience of my life, topped all other psychedelic experiences and beyond: IV 100mg MDA. I have yet to write a trip report about this, but within 30 seconds, all I could see were visuals, and the peak was so intense I couldn’t even begin to share with you all what happened. The visuals formed a votex and they accelerated, started moving so quickly I could barely keep up with watching them. I vomited before this point, and I could feel my heart palpitating. I thought I’d have a heart attack honestly. Anyways I got on the other side of the vortex, and I met God. He introduced me to heaven and hell, and showed me the infinite karma and love of the universe. I knew at this point love itself was the only thing that matters in life. My fiancee and I shared this exp, so we experienced the same thing really. It was the most beautiful feeling. I knew for a fact the man who fucked us over had a special place in hell reserved for him with his name on it. I knew there was a God to sort all of this nonsensical bullshit out at the end. I was *very* skeptical of there being a god my whole life, and I feel like I met him in a 20 minute window of the most psychedelic experience of my life.
I dissolved the largest capsule in about 20 units of water, it dissolved very easily. It must have been very pure, there was no obvious cut in it. The amount of water stayed the same. This was divided amongst me and my fiancee - 10 units each.

Within 10 seconds of injecting, I had the sensation that I had just injected a combination of euphorants (cocaine, meth, heroin…and something very psychedelic) all at once, and became so nauseous I vomited instantly. After vomiting I felt very relieved and the high was much more enjoyable. The last visual contact I had with reality was staring into the vomit emulsifying into water, while visuals began growing within this. It was quite intense, and it felt like I was accelerating at a frighteningly high speed towards the peak.

I remember reading trip reports about 2c-T-7 and MDMA, the negative reaction which happens to people in this dangerous combination is that they feel the peak accelerating quickly, they feel it’s almost “too pleasurable” and then it gets more intense to the point where it’s dysphoric due to the intensity.

This is basically what it felt like, however it never became dysphoric. Just very intense. The degree of CNS stimulation I experienced was surreal, I am going to quote something from wikipedia so as to explain what this is like.

Quote:MDA is said to share the empathogen/entactogenic effects of MDMA. While it is generally similar to MDMA, users report that MDA has more stimulant, or psychedelic hallucinogenic qualities and slightly less intense empathogen/entactogenic effects than MDMA. MDA is also considered less predictable than MDMA, with effects varying greatly from person to person. However, no properly controlled experiments have compared these drugs in humans.

MDA also differs from its methylated cousin MDMA in its acute toxicity—it is clearly more toxic, with toxicity indicative of overstimulation of the central nervous system and the cardiovascular system.[3] Symptoms of acute toxicity may include agitation, sweating, increased blood pressure and heart rate, dramatic increase in body temperature, convulsions, and death. Death is usually caused by cardiac effects and subsequent hemorrhaging in the brain (stroke).[3] The website erowid.org lists the fatality rate at roughly 2 in 100,000 users, assuming it has similar rates as MDMA. ^(source)

So if you can imagine how physically taxing this experience is, I still think that it was very much so worth it. Going back to the story though, the visuals built to the point where all I could see was visuals.

The out of body experience began here, I had the sensation I was being pulled out of my body, and my visual input seemed to consist like that of a fly (seeing one image tiled infinitely, basically). The amount of visuals that were happening in each cube were phenomenal. After I had zoomed out to see all of this, a vortex formed in the middle of it, and I was being pulled into it. The visuals are spinning and changing more rapidly, to the point where it would make most other psychedelic experiences I have had rather mundane.

After this seemed to go on for a while, it came to a halt, and I felt the stasis on the other side. It was comforting to get there. I met what other people would call God, or an alien entity. You could also conceptualize this being as yourself in an eternal form. I could tell that life after death was possible for people, through living a life filled with love. Karma is a real factor in life, and I can tell that this is true today. I also remember thinking how absurd any of this would sound to most people.

I remember seeing another tiled grid, however this was very different from before (where there were just visuals), this seemed to be a recording of my life. I had the ability to zoom in on single frames and examine each part of it. I was able to have a brief moment of watching myself from a third party perspective (reminiscent of how people describe out of body experiences during surgery for instance). This brought me to the realization that my entire life has already happened. My body is temporary, it lived/lives within a time in existence. Our souls can relive lives that have existed in time. Nothing changes, though you have the illusion that you are doing it for the first time.

Why do I think such psychotic thoughts, you might ask? This isn’t the first time this grim realization has been brought up in my mind. I was once on about five grams of dried mushrooms. I remember looping through a 1 minute window of time at least 5 or 6 times in a row. Every time, I tried to say or do something different, but it was as if I was destined to say the same thing. This was incredibly frustrating to me. But after the first few times it happened, it was more frightening than anything. I tried to explain what was going on to my fiancee but she wasn’t as heavily effected as I was. For hours, this same thing kept happening. Near the end of this plateau, the derealization was strong enough to the point where I decided if it wasn’t real then there was no harm in acting as if it is real. Meaning, dreaming can’t hurt you. It felt very good to be out of the delirium like state I was in during that plateau. Sorry for the trip down memory lane. Moving on.

Since this experience I have had different thoughts about my initial reactions to this experience. Perhaps soul matter exist in more human beings rather than the one we all know to be ourselves. Perhaps there are many more realities than just the one we know to be true. What I realized as this trip tied itself up, is that after your body dies, your soul will still exist, and it can’t take anything physically real with it. The only thing you take with you is positive karma, and the love you have built between people in life.

As the plateau faded back to baseline, I found myself essentially sober (minus being very shaken up, still very physically stimulated, but not tripping at all) within 20 minutes. How could this whole psychedelic trip take place in 20 minutes? Likewise, how could I have possibly re-lived 1 minute so many times over? This further reinforces the realization that perceiving time isn’t limited to the constructs of time and space.

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Alpine Renault A110 — Rally TAP (Portugal) 1971.

Daily Intake: Vitamin B Complex, Vitamin C, Omega 3, Calcium & Magnesium, 5-htp and 150mg of Bupropion (Zyban) for swim’s Adult ADD condition.
Dosage: 100mg 5-htp and 2400mg Piracetam taken 4 hours prior to ingestion of the MDMA.
+4:00hr 140mg of %100 Pure MDMA Crystals, parachuted with a glass of water.
+4:10hr already feeling the effects seems like this is going to hit me quite strong.
+4:50 Swim is coming up on a very Intense MDMA peak unlike anything it has ever experienced. The speedy edge seemed absent but the forceful bliss and euphoria made it cry out of pure joy. Swim had never in its life cried from any dose of MDMA. Instead of the forceful happy blissful feeling swim usually get from MDMA It is experiencing a mushroomesque spiritual state of consciousness, as opposed to the plastic euphoria that comes with this molecule. It seems the Piracetam actually does work!
+5:00hr the peak has plateaud, and lost quite a bit of its intensity. This seems strange as swim usually gets to this state after about 2 hours. The speediness is nearly non-existent, and I attribute both the lack of stimulation and the shortened length of the platuea to the Piracetam pre-load.
+5:10 Swim takes one more 800mg Cap of Piracetam to increase lucidity of what is about to come
+5:30hr Swim decides to parachute a 100mg booster dose of MDMA.
+6:00hr The booster dose has peaked, with much less intensity as always , but the added stimulation of the booster does is not present, just a blissful content state.

The DMT
Swim writes this part of the report quite differently as time and relativity, reality and self definition is totally obliterated and there is no way swim could discern how long it took and how it happened…
+6:30 swim loaded 45mg of Pure Synthetic DMT into a glass pipe, place it in front of it as It meditated for a few minutes. It puts on Around the World in a Tea Daze by Shpongle, and utters a small prayer to the cosmos to be gentle with it as swim prepares for its flight into Hyperspace. Swim takes 1 continuous deep and long toke, and vaporizes all of the DMT. Swim hold’s its breath for 15-20 seconds as It puts the pipe down and Ascends into the DMT dome with unparallel speed and intensity. As It’s rushing through the known cosmos, It hear a tear, the tearing of the fabric of reality. As space totally rips apart revealing the domed walls of hyperspace. The Shpongle track playing is immensely distorted into a jingle like a circus theme.
Ahead was an entirely ludicrous, tensile, concentric, mandala like disco-medusa that wore about it a Technicolor dream coat of fibrillating antennae, surrounded by an ultraviolet aura. Instantly swim could tell it was alive: some sort of a sentinel.
Swim is suddenly in the presence of a huge entity, mantis like with many limbs and two huge bulging alien type eyes, looking down upon it. Swim is overcome with such a feeling of wonderment and awe It finds it hard to concentrate on anything. Swim feels like an infant, a baby in a crib tripping out on the unimaginably impossible self transforming toys that dangle above swim constantly re-arranging and transforming themselves with infinite complexity. The Mantis, definitely has a feminine presence, Swim believe’s that this is its mother, or mother of collective humanity. Normally swim has a fear of insects but from this mantis like entity swim only feels waves of love, compassion and wisdom, waves of pure bliss wash over swim as the mantis plays with these toys that keep transforming themselves in utterly impossible ways that absolutely boggle the mind. The toys and the mantis are communicating with swim but with a language that is unexplainable. This linguistic system that they are using to communicate is powerfully visual and deeply telepathic, they explain things directly into swim’s mind, and as they do, impossible objects are formed out of the nonethingness of hyperspace to solidify the meaning behind the thought conveyed. Hyperspace is alive with millions of these high tech self transforming machine elves, constantly morphing into such hi-tech sci-fi structures that swim could not even begin to explain the complexity of this organic and organismic machinery.
Swim had absolutely no idea what It was looking at, swim was completely flabbergasted…
Swim’s ontological perspective of reality was so powerfully and radically altered that all swim could do was stare in infantile bewilderment as It beheld the impossible. Swim stared in utter awe as the universe unfolded and refolded in such bizarre dimensions continuously morphing far beyond the speed of thought, right there before swim’s very eyes!
They were still cruising along at the speed of light, now descending backwards together through an amoeboid, octahedral gallery of iridescent vaults. It was at this moment that swim became suddenly aware they were not alone. The vaults seemed to zoom explosively outward then and the gallery expanded ad infinitum into a gargantuan, labyrinthine, almost interstellar space, and through every vault poured the miraculous and zany imps who make the tryptamine hyperdimension their home
Swim had a very definite feeling that It was in this place before, this place before life and after death, this place of infinity and wonderment.
While all this was happening the domed room they were in was constantly transforming itself, its angular dimensions constantly shifting to reveal more, there seemed no end to the dimensions we passed during this high velocity contact from the beyond.
The colors were beyond anything imaginable. Infinite new, unnamed colors shifting and undulating with infinite complexity, spectral balls of energy bouncing around this multi-dimensional room and sped through hyperspace. These machine elves and the mantis mother were telling swim to watch and learn. To concentrate and not be bewildered, they kept telling swim to let go of everything, to accept the nature of reality. Swim vaguely remembers fighting or struggling with something, then deciding to let go. The moment swim did, waves of ecstasy washed over it, for an eternal split nanosecond swim was enlightened, it was the ultimate Samadhi. It was an eternity of such bliss and understanding that swim has no reference point to explain the experience.
At this point the glorious geometries transcended what is even vaguely feasible in this three dimensional mundane existence, constantly concrescing into new and variegated permutations, exfoliating out of themselves what might be called hyperspherologies of the divine, and to look anywhere was to be shot clean through with scintillating amazement. Crowding and cramming themselves into swim’s field of vision were thousands upon thousands of beings of every imaginable sort and many that were completely unimaginable. They were everywhere jabbering in indecipherable tongues, juggling incandescent neon micro worlds of dancing beings, and morphing with a Zen-like, diaphanous fluidity that remains a primal miracle no matter how often you lay your all too human (or fish) eyes on it. The primordial intelligence being manifest before swim was palpable, undeniable, transcendently amazing - it shook swim to its core in a more-than-real gleeful profundity. All swim could do was sit there in divine liquid awe, swim’s soul gaping wide open, and stare at the incalculable proportions of bizarreness and the downright weird that lay before it. It was like being entertained by the 87,000 piece orchestra of an alien civilization in whose classical music each note is not merely a musical tone, but an entire world, each just as intricate and nuancical as our own. swim had a sense of being swarmed by the whimsical mastermind art forms of an extremely eccentric Boolean contortionist, a diabolical merry go round of linguistic Rubix cubes, 13th dimensional millipedes saying themselves to themselves as they make love, and impossible Gordian knots dancing the jitterbug at a lyrical light speed: a gelatinous ballet of endlessly self-juxtaposing pirouettes. Swim realized all at once it has arrived and is now having darshan with this gigantically insectoid, otherworldly Oz.
The presence of what is awesome, what is wildly and passionately and luminously alive, filled every meridian in the vast continent of swim’s expanded being, an intensity of joy and love and life coursing like heavenly ambrosia through swim’s electrified veins. It was as though swim was god, moving through liquid ecologies of god, the self-crystallizing emerald labyrinths of the tryptamine dreamtime, a marvelous infinitum of plasmoidal calisthenics. What occurred was a total meltdown of everything swim know’s and holds dear, utter surrender into the honeycomb love womb of the universe reborn, born anew in a thousand unendingly magnificent eyes, swim’s five senses spinning like a zillion gyroscopes round the centripetal amethyst of this all and everything.
At this point swim opened its eyes and noticed It was writhing and groaning in ecstasy, however swim noted that It was not in its room, in its house the hyperspace behind swim’s closed eyelids had actually materialized all around it. It was Unbelievable.
The speed and intensity of the experience, the magnificent colors and patterns, the sheer total alien otherness of it, the contact with something that was definitely not swim is testament to the fact that Nothing on this world, no experience no matter how intense or lovely can even come close to the DMT flash, It is like being struck by divine lightning (yes…noetic too), a teleportation to a land where logic, physics, reality and self definition is totally irrelevant. The Absurdity of the whole experience is so overwhelming, the implications and meanings conveyed so complex, The visual aspect so vibrant and utterly impossible to comprehend, that when the fall back from hyperspace begins, it’s nearly impossible to remember anything or hold onto any ideas, thought or remnants from that other dimension of incomprehensible surreal absurdity.
Swim was there, and then swim was back - zap like before - swim was back before It even knew It was back, the dimensions subsiding very quickly within it as the last few molecules of DMT were cracked wide open and gone. The room before swim buzzed and shimmered like the most unlikely dream. The world? Oh yes - I remember - I like it there. Hello house, hello room, hello computer and bed. You look so normal and good. But wait, something just happened. What was that thing? Oh YES, OH MY LORD YES…..everything was still a shimmering mind mirage of bliss and joy and awe. WOW…… I think swim said that: WOW……
After an hour of meditation and another half hour of deep contemplation on what had just transpired, swim decided to repeat the experiment, with the same music, same does same surroundings, with eyes open during the whole trance. This is what shocked swim to its deepest core… What happened was every similar of the account swim wrote, maybe a little less intense but equally reality shattering, but swim could not simply believe that all this happened with its eyes wide open, it was like swim’s house swim’s room, swim’s reality was instantly transformed into a surrealistic psychedelic high tech Technicolor wonderland filled to the brim with unimaginable divinity.
From these experiences, swim has to say DMT is quite truly the most accessible of the deep psychedelic states; and in terms of the practical, empirical analysis of one’s own shamanic journeys, this is by far the ‘easiest’ landscape to traverse that swim has encountered.

Disclaimer: First things first. Performing this procedure is illegal in most countries. I do not advocate performing it where illegal and I do not perform it myself where illegal.

The intent of this tek is to simplify the extraction procedure as much as possible and make it do-able for the average person in the average kitchen in an evening. While I think that I have accomplished this, it does not mean that one does not have to do their homework. You should read a few teks before deciding on one and research the chemicals and procedures that you will be using. I don’t give instructions for decanting, siphoning, and filtering, for example, because I assume that you have educated yourself on these simple procedures and that I don’t have to clutter up my tek with them. You should treat this procedure as a starting point from which it is up to you to discover the best way to proceed based upon the materials and equipment available to you.

Okay, so onward to DMT for the Masses.

Have fun, be safe, and share your findings!
 

To Extract DMT from Mimosa hostilis root bark (mhrb) You will need:

• Dust mask, safety goggles and rubber gloves
• Mimosa hostilis root bark
• A coffee grinder or heavy duty blender (one that will crush ice)
• Mixing jar — this should be glass with a wide mouth and a tight fitting lid. A quart jar can do 50g of bark, a gallon pickle jar can do 200g.
• Water
• Lye (granulated NaOH)
• Vinegar (for neutralizing lye spills)
• Naptha — get VM+P and not lighter fluid
• Collection jars - 4 wide mouth 8oz (250ml) jelly jars with lids
• Separating apparatus — a separatory funnel is easiest but siphoning and decanting will work fine
• Coffee filters
• Rubber spatula
• Very cold freezer — should freeze ice cream HARD
• Non-sudsy ammonia — 10% solution, e.g. “janitorial strength” from Ace hardware, is optimal, but 5% “household strength” will do as well
• Eye-dropper

1. The first step is to pulverize the bark until it’s just fiber and pink/purple dust. It should be snapped into small pieces and run through a coffee grinder or blender at high speed. You may need pruning shears to cut the bark small enough to grind properly. It needs to be completely broken down. The dust created is very fine and astringent to the respiratory tract. Unless you dig big cakey purple boogers, wear a mask.

2. Mix 15ml water and 1g lye per gram of bark in the mixing jar. For example: 50g bark would require 750ml water and 50g lye. One level tablespoon of lye weighs about 15g, though this can vary considerably, better to use a scale. Note that lye is dangerous. Blind you forever dangerous. Wear eye protection and have a bottle of vinegar handy as a neutralizer and for clean up. Add the lye to the water slowly stirring constantly until completely dissolved.

3. Add the bark, cap and shake the jar and let the bark soak for awhile. An hour or so.

4. Now add 1ml naptha per gram of bark in the mixing jar and turn the jar end over end. Do not shake or splash or there will be a tendency for the solution to form an emulsion. Simply roll the naptha around in the bark solution. Do this for one minute and then let the jar stand until the naptha has pretty much separated to the top. Repeat agitation three more times.

5. After the final agitation, separate the two layers. The naptha (top layer) goes in one of the collection jars, the rest stays in the mixing jar with the bark.

6. Put the collection jar in the freezer.

7. Repeat steps 4 to 6 three more times. Leave the last NP extraction in the jar for a day or two, agitating occasionally to pick up any strays.

8. Go to bed. You should have a collection of snow globes waiting for you in the morning.

9. Pour each jar of naptha out through a coffee filter. Save the naptha, which can be reused in the next batch or evaporated down producing a residue which can be further refined (see recrystallization below). A lot of paste will stick to the sides of the jar, so use a small rubber spatula to scrape the sides down onto the filter as well. Spread each filter out to dry. There will still be some residue in the jars, a bit of Salvia or MJ will scrub them out nicely.

10. Once the paste has dried THOROUGHLY (chop and stir it a couple of times), crush any lumps up and combine it all into one coffee filter. Now wash the lot by pouring freezer temperature NON-SUDSY ammonia over it and through the coffee filter. This will remove any remaining lye and some other impurities from the extract. If you can get 10% ammonia (“janitorial strength”) all the better. Most important, though, is NON-SUDSY: shake the bottle, if it suds, get a different bottle. It won’t take much, 100ml or so for a 200g batch, just make sure all the powder is thoroughly wetted, and stir it around while washing. A good bit of the mass will wash away (25-45%) but it’s nothing you want to be smoking anyway. (Note: if you intend to recrystallize, you can omit the ammonia wash).

You should be left with somewhere in the vicinity of 0.5% of the weight of the root-bark in DMT powder. It is perfectly smokable at this point, but it can be refined further by recrystallization. Although recrystallization inevitably results in loss of goods, once you’ve had a hit of DMT that left absolutely NOTHING behind in the pipe, you won’t want to use anything else.

Recrystallization

The idea behind recrystallization is that solvents generally hold more solute when hot than cold and that the solubility of different solutes varies differently with temperature. If a solvent with a lot of different solutes dissolved in it cools down slowly, the different solutes will precipitate individually. Naptha will work for this but heptane is better. Heptane is available as Bestine — a rubber cement remover.

Place a glass container with the DMT and a glass container of the recrystallization solvent together in a pan of hot water. Shot glasses in a saucepan work well for a gram or two. The fumes from whatever solvent you use will be extremely flammable, so don’t use a gas stove or light a bowl or be otherwise stupid. The DMT will already be melting if the water is hot enough. Add the hot solvent little by little (eye-dropper), agitating until all of the DMT is dissolved. Use as little solvent as possible. It should take only about 20-30ml of solvent per gram of powder. The solvent will be a clear yellow.

Leave the pan of water with the DMT container to cool to room temperature. Remove the DMT container and cool in the refrigerator, then the freezer. You will end up with DMT crystals of varying purity atop a pellet of slag which still contains quite a bit of DMT but also lye if you skipped the ammonia wash. Filter the solvent and separate the crystals from the slag. The crystals can be refined in one or two more recrystallizations into pure clear DMT if desired. The slag can also be further refined or simply redissolved into the next batch. The solvent can be reused or evaporated down and the residue scraped and cleaned. And don’t forget to scrub those jars and utensils with your favorite smoking herb!

In order to give the reader a feel for the situation I will first briefly discuss the state of my life at the time. When I was in my late teens I was a little excessive when it came to the consumption of chemical substances. I put myself through a lot of dodgy situations, I met some of the most fucked up, dangerous people I have ever met.

Unfortunately the lack of education coupled with illogical laws that surround this aspect of modern society allowed an essentially law abiding yet inquisitive teenager the ability to obtain cheap powerful mind altering substances at an age when one lacks the stability and confidence needed to deal with the subjective effects of drug use. However the story of how fucked up I was as a teenager is a different one to this one so ill shut up about it needless to say that indirectly drug use at a young age gave me lots of regrets later in life many of which I still hold to this day.

I had always been fascinated by psychedelic states of mind, some of the best, funniest, most rewarding experiences of my life have been whilst tripping. When I was 15 I got into acid as well as to a lesser extent mushrooms which was great I had some fun times. However supplies of acid suddenly dried up. What was a young person to do! I mean living in a modern urban city where if I’m not into sport there really is no form of alternative leisure, not one that can compete with getting off my tits anyway. Well the answer lay with my local dealer, amphetamines, they’d always been available but I wasn’t interested before, I liked the multi-dimensional journeys and mystical experiences but I wasn’t into taking drugs for the ‘buzz’.

I started taking speed all the time, every other day for a period of about six months. Me and a group of friends would simply neck or snort loads of the stuff and sit around talking like maniacs.

The situation was a recipe for disaster and ended with many problems, but then that’s a different story.

During the height of this speed binging I felt a need to do something extreme, to experience all this drug could do. I was well aware of the hallucinogenic nature of the comedown, be this caused by the drug itself or by lack of sleep or food, so as a desperate act of self-sacrifice I offered myself up to the insane god by launching myself into a binge to end all binges.

For three days and three nights me and a few cronies consumed gram after gram of yellow tinged crystal base. [Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated or tripping is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don’t do it!] What I did for those three days I cannot recall but on the fourth day we decided to drive to a local forest that some other friends had been camping in over the weekend. These guys had been on some sort of drug fuelled pilgrimage, walking twenty odd miles to the woods then setting up camp within its darkest depths, but then it was the summer and a bloody lovely one at that.

So the scene was set, my plan was to stop taking speed the night we got to the woods and then let the effects of four days binging take effect to see what happened. I suppose I thought at the time that this would be a grand finale to my amphetamine trip a last blast before I quit, unfortunately it didn’t prove to be so but again that’s another story.

We finally made it to the forest, me and two others plus about four or five guys who were already there. We had all been taking speed but only I had been on it for four days.

The night passed we joked and laughed round the campfire we got real stoned and took the last of the speed, I remember everyone talking about a multi-coloured bubble that had enveloped our group cutting us off from the outside world.

At first light I was starting to feel kind of unstable, like being in some eerie waking dream. I felt the urge to walk, to explore the beautiful area we were in, that had until that point been shrouded in darkness. So I went off, my only intention being to gather my bearings.

From this point onwards I slowly start to slip into the most bizarre quasi-schizophrenic state of mind I have ever been in. The visuals of LSD or mushrooms can be pretty intense but I know that it is the effect of the drug that is causing them and they move so fleetingly and quickly that it is more like watching a show that you know will be over. The state of mind I found myself in that morning was incredibly real. It was like the world gradually changed around me, over a period of many hours.

What started as an idea or maybe a delusion in my mind slowly seeped into reality until it took over. It wasn’t like I had a physical rush that brought on the effects it was real it all happened as a part of my experience of reality, it was my neurotransmitters that were causing this trip, anyway, here’s what I experienced…

As I walked I started to think of an idea about how the forest could be inhabited by faeries. I started following the small tracks (maybe animal tracks) that weaved around the plants. I realised that in some places there were more tracks than others and many of the tracks appeared to lead to places i.e. A certain large tree or the river (there was a river running close to where we were camped). As I wandered around these tracks it seemed that there was a certain intelligence in the way they were designed. This thought developed into a feeling that I was being lead, I saw figures and heard voices, the backs of little men brushing just ahead out of sight in the undergrowth. They felt friendly, like guides, not too similar to people, like little woodsmen, I could hear their voices, feel their intentions and I felt that they wanted to show me something of the real nature of the forest. These became the Woodsmen Faeries. Following the Woodsmen I took up their offer and tried to open up my mind to what it was that I was to be shown. Firstly they took me to the river where there were great banks of mud.

The banks looked like cities, the dirt was sculpted like a natural form of architecture, I saw the river as a teeming colony of faces and intelligences, big frog like creatures protruding from the banks wallowing in mud belching and burping. The Woodsmen informed me, through some sort of telepathic link, that these strange creatures were the Mud Faeries, messy things that didn’t care much for people, creatures of earth and water. A lot of the visions and information that I saw on this trip I cannot now remember but there was more detail than I can recall.

After this I was introduced to the trees (someone call the men in white coats please!).
I saw the trees as they really were. Beautiful and ancient each with its own heart and mind, more ancient and wise that man could imagine. They were great spectators on the world, aware of the comings and goings of mankind but aloof, they existed here in this world in their true form, powerful creatures in control of the woods. I saw them writhe and give off light, I felt great waves of ecstasy as I felt the joy in which they lived. The Woodsmen told me that they were the most powerful of all creatures in the wood and that they could control my experience here, whilst I was under the trees I was in their control. Many more revelations I received as I gazed upon the trees about the true nature of nature, its power yet also its beauty.

After I had realised the true nature of the trees the forest became like a living world of intelligence around me. It was incredible I was amazed at what I was experiencing I was totally lost in it. I was given a tour of all the features of the wood places that would look like ordinary forest parts to the normal eye but to me and my woodland friends I saw cities, roads and palaces.

After a time they brought me to a deep part of the woods. A dense area of Pine and Yew, very dark and brooding. This, I was informed was the Dark forest a place of trees that had gone evil, lost their light and hated men. If I entered I was warned I would go insane, they would take my soul and show me terrifying visions. The place oozed horror and as I gazed in I saw monsters lurking in the darkness. I turned away from the dark woods and headed back towards our camp. I eventually found everyone and attempted to tell them about my adventure, most people just ignored me telling me to shut up, no one was experiencing anything like what I was. So a little put out I returned to my forest world. My mate who I will call K came with me and as we walked I described the world that I had seen, K started to make up his own ideas to add to the story, as if what I was experiencing I was making up! As a story! K was annoying me intensely by adding his ideas he seemed like a fool who didn’t realise that what I was telling him was real. So eventually I came out with I and told him to piss off, he obviously was a bit put out but then he should have realised what I was going through.

Now things really started to hot up. The forest enveloped me more than ever but I felt that there was more to come. I came upon the dark forest again and realised that the dark woods were a gateway into the heart of this forest trip. I figured that If I could enter and pass though the dark forest then I would discover something incredible on the other side.

So I set off. As I walked (more like stumbled now) the evil forces of the dark forest tried to entice me. They tried to lock me inside their trunks, they showed me the trapped souls of men who had fallen prey to them, twisting visions in the corner of my eyes of screaming tortured souls. I felt hands pull at my back, at one point I had an incredibly realistic hallucination of a man running up behind me with an axe screaming as he hit me I turned in shock and he vanished. I saw beasts and monsters stalking on either side. Fallen trunks and old stumps became wolves and daemons chasing me deeper into the wood. This was terrifying, I felt like I was on my last legs and at any moment would collapse and die my soul ripped from inside by the devilish forces around me. I came delirious upon an old twisted stump of a Yew standing alone in a clearing. It became living, a twisted old hag at the centre of this dark place, it cackled at me telling me to turn back or die, then became like a thousand snakes and melted into the undergrowth.

Yet I pressed on, determined now to find an end to this evil place.
Then, as the terror of the dark forest reached a crescendo I emerged into a light clearing, before me was a massive old tree. An ancient face seemed to appear in its bark and it spoke in a solemn voice that was soothing and yet all encompassing.

It certainly didn’t speak in English but in my delirium I could understand it perfectly. It explained that I had reached the heart of this trip and that all I was experiencing was a part of my own unconscious mind. The Faeries were personifications of my own character and He the tree was the core of my being, the voice in my head, a voice of reason. I had been through the darkest recesses of my mind to get there yet my mind was vast, as vast as the forest around me and that wherever I went from now on I would be within my own mind and could, if I chose learn more of myself the further I ventured. Everything the tree communicated made sense and the vision of the faeries seemed to fall into place around me. I pressed on into the wood determined to find something.. By this time I was extremely fatigued, I was staggering around, talking to myself (and the trees) and must have looked a right mess. The whole experience became more and more unpleasant, the Woodsmen seemed to have pissed off and I kept thinking Wild Faeries who lived in the bushes were coming out and poking me and whispering about me behind their backs.

Suddenly I found myself in a clearing. Two huge trees had fallen down side by side, one had opened up a cave-like hole with its roots and the other had gone the other way its branches flailing in the air. I stared at this vision and as I did the cave deepened becoming a long infinite tunnel and the fallen tree writhed around like the tentacles of an octopus. I almost dropped to my knees with an overwhelming sensation that I had found something meaningful the dark cave and the octopus, what it meant I didn’t know and still don’t yet this was it, the end and my mind and body knew it. I suddenly had a flash of realisation; I was tired, hungry and lost in the middle of the woods without a clue where my friends were.

I panicked a bit but managed to find the edge of the forest which I left and felt much better for it, the outside seemed far saner that the forest. After a while I bumped into my friends it was about 10am I had been lost in the woods for about 4-5 hours! They had started to get quite worried. I smoked some hash and slumped to a half sleep as they packed up the camp. I tried to explain what I had been through but still couldn’t quite believe it myself, was it me or was it the drugs? Had I just had an eye opening revelation into the true nature of the forest or was I suffering classic speed induced psychosis. I needed a psychiatrist or better still a witch doctor to talk to.

Upon returning home I slept for about 24 hours.

Long after my experience I read about shamanism and similar cultural phenomenon and discovered that such trance experiences are not uncommon after long periods of sleep deprivation or starvation, was what I experienced something similar, but in an English forest setting?

Maybe were we living in a society that understood such altered state of consciousness I could have shared my experiences and maybe made sense of them as an initiation, or whatever they could be interpreted as. Unfortunately we lack the experts, and so my story remains just that, a story.

I prepared myself all week for the trip that I was going to embark on. I set out a small list of things I wanted to do, stayed sober for 2 weeks, and I was very excited. I was in an, overall, great mindset. 40mg is no light dose. I read the reports I could that came close in terms of dosage to what I was going to take, as I was very familiar with the 20mg trip. I had not eaten since T- 2:00.

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T+ 0:00 (6pm) I’m sitting at my computer in my room, the anticipated setting for most of the trip. I ingest a single 20mg capsule of 2C-E. My stomach is rumbling, which is a good sign, as I should hopefully feel affects sooner than an hour (my personal experience).

T+ 0:16 I ingest my second 20mg capsule. At this point there is a slight pressure on my head, but nothing more.

T+ 0:33 My legs feel a bit heavy and already bright colors are a tad more vibrant.

T+ 1:00 To focus on a single point without anything happening to my vision is getting difficult. There are no distortions, but things seems to be vibrating if I focus on them long enough. Tracers are evident, and there seem to lots of still tracers. I’m climbing up a big fucking hill.

T+ 1:05 It’s getting more difficult to type and tracers are more prominent than they were minutes ago. When I close my eyes I see lots of splotched colors, but nothing defined as of yet. Defined lines in my vision seem to be growing and shrinking, but they’re still lines at this point. In the darkness of my room is a haze of color. I feel amazingly heavy.

T+ 1:17 My body is heavy and my head is light. Behind my eyelids are planes of geometric colors bending and shaping themselves around my eyes. Objects are progressively growing and shrinking more and more. Dark objects have glows of color emanating from them. I feel so euphoric and that nothing could go wrong.

T+ 1:27 It’s difficult to type and to formulate well thought out sentences. Tracers are magnificent. Closed eye visuals bring me images of tentacles waving back and forth spewing color as they do so. Everything is waving and breathing. I have to eat something.

T+ 1:39 Colors are extremely vibrant, and everything that was void of color is no longer. I took a shower and it felt as if I was taking a shower under a rainbow. My blue walls turned green and the water absorbed the color from all around it.

T+ 1:42 Lines are converging and then begin to wave as one. Two balls in my peripheral melted together and danced around. Audio distortions are incredible enough that I can hear every individual segment of music and feel like I am being surrounded by this music. It feels like the music is actually dancing. I feel weak and immobilized, and that all I can do at this point is let this chemical overtake me to its full potential.

T+ 1:47 I’ve closed my eyes and I’m gone. I don’t ever want to come back. Both eyes show tunnels of endless colors, each eye showing a different color. The music is taking these tunnels and bending them around and turning all the lines in the tunnel into swirls.

T+ 1:49 I’ve opened my eyes and everything is the same as when they were closed. In every void of space are dancing patterns swirling around. I feel enclosed by music, and as if I have melted and become one with my seat. Outside my window is a different dimension from inside. It’s moving one way, and my room another. Everything, though, is waving and breathing and colorful. I feel so disconnected with reality, even if its my computer screen. I’ve lost sense of time, size, general feeling, everything. This is overwhelmingly amazing.

T+ 1:55 I stand up and am overtaken with nausea. I lie down and tell myself that I have to eat something. It’s just my hunger pains. Down to where my food was cooking I find that even with a clock, my sense of time is extremely off. I still had plenty of time until my food was done.

T+ 1:59 My CEVs are amazing, accompanied by the body high is just awesome. I am overtaken.

T+ 2:11 I have no idea where I am. I know that I am in my house, in my room, but how I got here, I don’t know. I am absolutely overwhelmed at how much is going on. I can tell you that stuff is breathing, but it is BREATHING. Words begin to take up half the size of the screen, as the screen gets proportionately bigger. With a single bite of food my stomach LOOKS like it’s going to explode, and I feel that way, too.

T+ 2:15 I feel it necessary to write another report because it has felt like forever since the last one. But I look at times, and it was only 5 minutes ago. Everything on my desk is mutating uniformly. Everything is breathing as one. I can’t distinguish my cat from my desk or from a statue gazing back at me. Her solemn stare is getting wider and more fiercesome, before it tames back down, in a repitous breathing, over and over.

T+ 2:21 I’m peaking. My mind is blank and completely being overtaken. All of my surroundings are new to me and every feeling is a new sensation. I’m completely oblivious to everything going around me. Dots on my walls turn into spiders and crawl away. My cat sits still, but her face vibrates furiously back and forth in my eyes. How do I sleep at night?

T+2:25 I’m so hungry, but I can’t eat even with food right in front of me. I take a bite and nausea overtakes me. I think I’m just going to be hungry all night, but I’m completely fine and content with that.

T+ 2:27 I was wrong about earlier. Now I was peaking. I laid down in my bed, eyes closed, and I felt as if my arm was disappearing, and then my head. I opened my eyes, and they were nowhere to be seen. My room had become an ocean. Nothing in it was moving, as shown by my sleeping cat, but everything was moving. My bedsheets rippled with the tides of an ocean as I felt as I was drifted off to sea in my calm, room.

T+ 2:39 This is incredible. Everything has lost meaning. Numbers mean nothing to me as I have to rethink their very meaning. I’m extremely euphoric. The simplest of words in music make me laugh frantically. I don’t even know what the words mean. They go in one ear and out the other. My visual field is amazing. My screen is dancing back and forth but it’s what’s on the screen that I wish I could describe. Intricate lattices coiling in and out from the sides and corners of the screen are overtaking my visions. Every absolutely clear picture on my wall, is blurring and racing away.

T+ 2:48 The back wall of my room feels like it is not even there. I can’t feel myself. I can’t type, talk, think, but I want to describe what I see. Theres just so much. Words are spiralling away at impossible rates and coming back. I can’t read or decipher them. They have no meaning.

T+ 2:56 Every particle, every hole from glows a distinctive glow of patterns and colors. Very intricate, even from the smallest holes. I can’t feel my legs, arms, and when I reposition my feet they’re immediately melted back into the floor. I’m looking in the dark and I have four feet. My room is still shrinking and growing. Lights from clocks are dancing amazingly with the rest of everything. I feel as if I’m floating away, somewhere in the universe. Anywhere but here. I go to make a motion, for what I forget, and I’m stuck in this position for what seems like forever.

T+ 3:10 From lying in my own bed I feel like I’ve woken up. Everything feels refreshed, and continually new. Visuals are not dying down one bit. Breathing, waving, and colors from everywhere. I do not feel as if I am on this Earth. I am not in this reality. Everything I see is a picture of my mind or a projection. Nothing is just happening because that’s what it does. Everything in my view is happening because I make it happen. My cat is not even real. It’s just a projection, literally, from my mind, onto my eyes. Pictures pulsating and endless seams of color come from their defined edges inside the frame. A single frame melts into itself and keeps vortexing in and out of itself, as if by some freakish, self-centered black hole.

T+ 3:36 I’ve turned off the lights in my room. The only light now is from my computer screen and the hallway, leaking in through the door. Everything has a doubled look. Like, two images, two duplicates, one slightly offset from the other. All the time. And one of these images is a good side an object or being and the other image is the bad. It’s insanity. My head is rushing at this point, I couldn’t tell you. I feel like I want to do something, and as soon as I try to attempt it, my body gives up because I’m in such a place of rapture.

T+ 3:50 I feel that I have finally settled into my trip. I can type easily and can formulate decent thoughts. I’m no longer overwhelmed, but visual hallucinations are just as vivid. Constant waving and ripples. Nothing is white. It’s purple. Or it’s yellow. Or it’s green. My eyes can’t seem to make a decision, not even a real color. I looked behind me and between my two posters seemed a sea creature. Nothing I could really describe, but looking back at me with wondering eyes as to my purpose. Everything is still a raging ocean of violent colors.

T+ 4:07 As comfortable as I am, my body is still deciding if its raging hot in my room or freezing cold. My CEVs at this point are whatever I want them to be. I was told by my friend to see pink rabbits, and sure enough, there they were, showing up and dancing with the music that was playing.

T + 4:39 I’ve put on some headphones and wow. CEVs have come to a new life, swarming all around me and sending me into a spiral downwards into the universe’s core. The wires from my headphones are creating a system of roots into my keyboard, and from every space roots and wires are trying to find their ways out.

T+ 5:00 I feel such an attachment with music its amazing, even at T+5:00. I’m at a high +++ in terms of visuals and thoughts. Visuals are still going crazy, my screen is being swirled into the center, while everything else is still adrift in this ocean going crazy in a hurricane. Focusing on an object shows it breathing slowly and growing and shrinking, and light dancing off of it. It’s hard to even focus on something, my thoughts are racing and everything is so amazing.

T+5:11 Kiss the clock. The body high is still amazing this far into the trip. I’ve just regained feeling and consciousness in the tips of my fingers to know what they’re actually doing and feeling. My head feels like its not attached to anything, but stays where it is. I’m completely entranced by music as it continues to surround my floating head. Music seems to vibrate in my ears and shakes my head until it wants to throw my brain everywhere. Visuals are still hallucinogenic. A single line becomes extremely rippled as a car on a poster transforms into, well, a transformer. I blink, and its normal, but it begins its transformation again.
Until I look away.
And again. Its transforming.

T+5:24 Colors are still EXTREMELY vibrant and bold. Words on the internet, written in different colors, are very vibrant and have a life of their own. A rather tame life in terms of being a word, but a very exciting, dancing filled life nontheless. A picture of a firm face begins to crack and smile at me. His forehead his breathing, and he keeps trying to not smile, but he is.

T+ 5:41 A single spot on my ceiling is controlling my entire room. Everything is dancing towards this point. And from different angles, this seemingly flat point is no longer flat, but protruding from my ceiling, itself dancing and wiggling and writhing to be free.

T+ 6:02 Visuals are dying down. Objects are more just slowly breathing and lines have a few, maintainable waves on them.

T+ 6:20 I went downstairs to get food. I felt as if I was in a video game: I could see my hands, my feet, interact with anything as I pleased, and I had no facial identity. My living room was now a calm sea, slight waving, nothing overly dramatic. I’m on a relatively rapid, yet very smooth come down. I can see visuals lasting this way for at least another hour and half. At LEAST. We’ll see when it gets there. Until then, they’re just great, now.

T+ 6:29 The ice cream from my bowl is melting as I take oh so long to eat it, but I keep seeing it drip from my bowl. And then I see my desk drip onto my keyboards, and I keep trying to catch it, only to realize that I’m still trippin’ balls. Nothing is melting.

T+ 7:08 For the past hour I’ve felt that I can be entirely sociable, especially around parents (which is the only concern). Tracers are still unbelievable. Everything has dimmed down to a calm wavy action. In the darkness of my room is still a kaleidoscope of colors. If I focus, not for very long or very hard, what little visual distortions can quickly become very overtaking in the visual field.

T+ 7:26 CEVs are nowhere near what they were, but are still colorful, very intricate geometric patterns tunneling into themselves. What’s more visually appealing at this point is a strobe light. Staring into it I see endless patterns, cities, galaxies, shapes. Anything and everything. It’s amazing. It’s so intricate and exact. Still tracers are still amazing, especially with the strobe. This will keep me entertained for quite a bit.

T+ 7:49 I’m still having fun with this strobe. I looked into it, and as it spiraled, and waved, and danced, and took over my eyes visually, I turned off the music, and turned off the light. I was immediately shot into somewhere. I didn’t know where. I wasn’t in my room, and I wasn’t in space. I was just in a gigantic void, but I was shot into it. My visuals were completely overtaken by swirls and circles of color coming at me at jet engine pace. I blinked, and there I was, gazing in complete awestruckedness at my empty computer screen.

T+ 8:00 There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m still tripping balls. I am at a completely sociable level where my thinking is completely straight and normal, just everything is psychedelic. Music is still very aurally appealing, but I don’t feel the connection that I did earlier. If I had to relate this, I would relate my trip currently to a little less than 10mg of 2C-E. This is a very smooth come down, despite anything I may have thought earlier. My visuals are coming in to a smooth touch down.

T+ 8:43 I decided to vaporize some CP 55,940 [a synthetic cannabinoid]. I vaporized approximately 6mgs. This brought back my visuals tenfold. Everything around me is its own little persona and it’s dancing back and forth. Everything I’m looking at appears as if bubbles are non stop coming in from the back of it. Lot and lots of bubbles. At one point, I was so caught up in my visuals in the darkness (not to be confused with CEVs) that I was caught feeling as if I was looking up at the stars. There from my seat I stood amongst the rocks and gazed upon the psychedelic universe, shoving what my mind wanted to on its own universal canvas.

T+ 9:00 I never noticed how psychedelically appealing the pattern of my seat was. I gazed into its patterns, ever changing and ever growing in color. I was playing with my tracers, too, so I was controlling the colors on the seat patterns. My fingers (which the nails had eyeballs and multicolored nail polish on them, by the way) were leaving a stream for rainbow colors to flood in and ripple around in this pattern. Never had I been into such a visual in my life. That is until I turned the strobe light off, and was subsequently thrown off into a visual tangent.

T+ 9:11 I’m lying in my bed and I feel like I could be peaking again. Wow. I am so into the music, and it has so much meaning to me. This particular song was about being a giraffe, and I felt like I was a giraffe. I could feel the song so well. I thought to myself that this whole album is the greatest rock album of all time. Music was that good. My ears were so fine tuned that I could hear my fan blades cutting air. This gave me the illusion that sound was making my room flash, and not the simple fact that I had a strobe on. Between each flash of sound, my room would morph. My doorknobs become vortexes where everything is sucked into. My chair was being sucked into my door handle, and I couldn’t do anything to help save it. The body high was coming back and it was just as overtaking as before. I have no idea how long this will last, but I had no idea it would be this long, even with the CP 55,940.

T+ 9:38 I feel so at one with everything. I feel connected on a personal level with my cat. My visuals are the usual waves and breathing of everything, which has become barely noticeable because I have been tripping this hard for the past 8 ½ hours. I feel tired, and at a point where I could lay down and enjoy the rest of my trip trying to get to sleep. I realize that I won’t be able to go to sleep, but I’ll try. At the very least, I’ll get to enjoy a nice long trip of some of the greatest CEVs I’ve ever seen…

T+17:00 It’s soothing to wake up to my calm, quiet room. Visuals are completely gone, but my head feels wavy giving me the impression that things are still moving. I was in a very light sleep that I somehow managed, and that was enough to take away my exhaustion. Last night was incredible. Definitely not something to do on a regular basis, but it was a treat to my psychedelic self.

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All in all, this experience was purely amazing and the peak was the most intense of my life. My CEVs and reality were a seemless interchange between each other at peak. Almost like my CEVs were the air dancing around me, and when I opened my eyes, I could still see it. Pure and utter bliss. I did not expect music to play such a strong role in the trip, or for the body high to be so prevalent. I could easily see how if one is not in the right set and setting, this trip could not be enjoyable to the full potential. But that being said, mine were perfect, and this trip was overwhelming psychedelic awesomeness.