DOSE: T+ 0:00	1 hit	sublingual	LSD	(blotter / tab)
T+ 0:00		vaporized	Cannabis	(extract)
T+ 0:00		smoked	Cannabis	(flowers)
T+ 4:00	50 mg	oral	DiPT	(powder / crystals)
T+ 8:30		vaporized	Cannabis	(extract)
T+ 8:30		vaporized	Cannabis	(flowers)
T+ 8:30		oral	Alcohol - Beer/Wine

BODY WEIGHT:

240 lb

A lot of experience report authors like to post their psychoactive 'résumés,' I thought I should too in at least one of my reports, for completeness, and for science! Here’s the list: cannabis/concentrate, cocaine, opium, alcohol, mushrooms, dmt, lsd, lsa, mescaline, mdma, mde, 4-aco-dmt, 4-ho-mipt, 2c-t-4, 2c-c, 2c-e, 2c-i, dipt, doi, 25i-nbome, 25c-nbome, mxe, dxm, nitrous oxide, 4-mmc, methylone, jwh-018, jwh-073, salvia, and other various herbs/plants and pharmaceuticals such as: alprazolam (xanax), amphetamine (adderall), buprenorphine (suboxone), bupropion (wellbutrin), clonazepam (klonopin), diazepam (valium), oxycodone, hydrocodone, lorazepam, metazalone (skelaxin), methylphenidate (ritalin), paroxetine (paxil),quetiapine (seroquel), tramadol (ultram), venlafaxine (effexor), zolpidem (ambien), morphine, phenibut, pseudoephedrine, ephedrine, caffeine, amanita mushrooms (muscimol), syrian rue, guarana, morning glory, mimosa root bark, nutmeg, tea, coffee, damiana, mugwort, valerian, 5-htp, melatonin, piracetam, kava, ginseng, tobacco, ginkgo biloba and miscellaneous inhalants.

I had been sitting on this DiPT for about six months, and at this point I could wait no longer. Being that this semester is the busiest of my entire college career, the one day that I didn't have an essay to write or an impossible organic chemistry concept to grasp, I decided to utilize for this experiment. I will admit that I had some nerves about this trip. I hadn't taken any type of psychedelic in at least a year, but there was A LOT of heavy use of cannabis, both buds and concentrate (wax/oil). The year directly before that had been one of the most copious and exploratory periods of my life when it comes to psychedelia, having tried close to a dozen new tryptamines and phenethylamines.

After I had returned home from a long day at my internship, I realized this would be the perfect time to delve back into the psychedelic universe. My girlfriend was out of town for the weekend, I had no responsibilities, and I was in a relatively good mood overall, having done well on my organic chemistry midterm. I retrieved a single blotter tab of some cid from my freezer. I had it (along with my 50mg capsule of DiPT) in a pill bottle wrapped in plastic, filled with rice, then wrapped in foil. So all the goodies were stored well for that time period and in my opinion lost little to no potency. After all, the three most important things to keep away from any compound you want to preserve are light, oxygen and heat, and I had looked out for all three.

So I wasn't that surprised when it turned out to be a decently strong dose of my good old friend, LSD. I put the blotter under my tongue and allowed it to sublingually do its thing for approximately half an hour. This was around 3:30PM. During this time, I drove to the store and bought a single 16oz PBR before the effects became too strong and I wouldn't be able to do such things.
[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!] When I returned home, anxious as usual during the come-up of anything, I tried to find something to kill an hour during my psychedelic adjustment. I decided to take a long, relaxing shower, and it definitely was. After getting out and drying off, I finally noticed those first signs, the electric tingling throughout my body and the slight breathing of everything at which I stared, along with some mental cues associated with tripping I can't properly explain.

To get more comfortable, I decided to take a few dabbles of wax off of my new oil rig (basically a small glass bong with a glass-on-glass fitted removable dome and loosely placed titanium nail/plate suspended between them both). Watching the butane torch flame wrap around the concave titanium nail was like witnessing a micro-aurora borealis, and as the metal began to glow cherry-red, the detail of every single particle of light was overwhelmingly apparent, and beautiful. I took a few generous globs of my homemade wax and a thick cloud of vapor burst upward, percolated and delivered painfully deep into my chest. After a few ordinary bong rips of some buds, my lungs had finally relaxed once more. Now I was high. As fuck.

I love weed. I feel more comfortable in that state than I do in any other, or lack of one, I have experienced. But like any drug, it can without a doubt be pushed to an intense level. It is hard to overdo it with straight bud, but when I start messing around with concentrates, whether extracted from outdoor, indoor, medical grade, Mexican grade, etc., it will be potent. If it is made with a good technique (rapid) and good solvent that is (such as IPA, ethanol or butane). After a good few hits, or if I am simply on some other psychedelic drugs (such as LSD, currently) it can have a powerful and unordinary effect without a doubt. It feels as if one is free falling, or being sucked through a vortex at incredible speed, hence the reason we (friends) refer to it as vortexing. By actual definition, one could argue this is a cannabinoid overdose, I have witnessed many arguments on forums about this, but honestly, if you are experiencing effects you didn't expect, and that are extremely uncomfortable (to you), then I would consider that an overdose, yes.

Though I have grown quite fond of all the mental quirks and effects cannabis has to offer, these more powerful effects have taken some time to get used to. Amidst my acid trip, I began to feel that sensation of free falling and have occasional tactile rushes of energy and euphoria throughout my body. And every time I would open my eyes, I could see and feel everything vibrating with me, on the same frequency, tuned into the same radio channel as my soul.

I tried to relax, and I began to mentally recite a mantra (om… ma… ni… pad… me… hum…) for several minutes, until all of my thoughts had ceased. The continual ADHD, OCD and manic stream of thought had been dammed. Finally, I stepped out of my spare bedroom (it is the smoking area) and into the hallway, and it is here where I experienced something I had never experienced 'somewhat due to weed' in my entire life. Yes I was on a hit of cid, but it wasn't overwhelmingly strong. The several hits of hash oil must have played a SIGNIFICANT role in this 'vision' that occurred. Behind closed eyes, it took form similar to a MXE (methoxetamine)-induced vision. Slowly, a body manifested over a black background and it was clearly a voluptuous female. With very sensual proportions, she had generously curved hips, and then I suddenly noticed a bluish tint. Then as the idol's form came into fruition, I could see her skin was that of a tiger's, specifically a Bengal tiger. The image clearly displayed before my closed eyes was reminiscent of an amalgam of a character from the recent Avatar movie (the native alien race) and a goddess, with the skin of a Bengal tiger perfectly stretched over her human-esque form. After opening my eyes, she was gone, and I began to think deeply about what thought truly is, and in what way I am even actually participating in the phenomenon.

The autonomous function that is the mental stream we can only perceive and act upon, modify or dismiss, had lowered its arms; it was no longer running at full power. This idea of a mantra always fascinated me, and now it has helped me rid myself of any behavioral or other type of pharmaceutical rubbish, and I feel that I have even more control over my brain now (during this period of my life) than I could with those pharmaceutical drugs. Emotion and feeling cannot be ignored, no, but one can bury that deep, and other rushing ideas like wanting to tell the world everything and do everything instantaneously and having quantitative quirks and requirements in order to feel at peace is a nightmare, or can be, if a person submits to such thought patterns. It has taken around 25 years, and after working on this since my elementary school years, I finally feel like I'm almost there. It is possible. Behavioral and mental 'disorders' such as ADHD for the most part are a product of lobbyists, not research. And a lot of times these 'disorders' can be 'fixed' with medication and help to produce a more 'desirable student' for the classroom.

In my honest opinion, with hard work, most behavioral problems can be understood and controlled, as can any actions, using self-control. And with the personal integration of techniques such as the utilization of a mantra, breathing and deep-thinking, a lot can be accomplished as far as understanding and being in control over your own mind. I will say that some mental disorders, such as schizophrenia and Alzheimer's, are not like the ones I am speaking of (ADHD, OCD, manic depression, generalized anxiety disorder, etc.). With mental ailments such as schizophrenia, until the industry finds a decent treatment, sedatives and other medications are definitely necessary in 'some' cases. It is a shame that we have such a high level of mental illness in the world, but what I am getting at is that a lot of it is rubbish. Being uncomfortable is not always the worst possible state of being. Mental work can go a long way and not as many people (especially children) should be pumped full of these behavior-modifying drugs. America should be held responsible for such a selfish and easy pattern of diagnoses.

Reflecting on all these ideas during my trip brought me great peace, because I do not feel as if I have any mental 'disorders' at this point. I like to think of it more like if life were a video game, I would be playing on hard or expert. Though it may take me twice as long to learn the controls, when I do, I will have much more control than a person playing on normal. I also spent some time reflecting on my brother and my father. Both can be very angry and stubborn at times, often over trivial things that do not matter. Though my dad has cancer and could die in the next few weeks from major surgery, my brother doesn't want to try to let him in. But for good reason, well, Jim Morrison said it best, dads are well, no one has a 'great' dad, I'll just put it like that.

It had been around four hours (it was now 7:30PM), and the acid was just starting to come down. Never having reached a strong psychedelic state, I decided it would be a great time to try out this weird tryptamine I had lying around. It is called DiPT and is mainly an auditory psychedelic, as opposed to the typical and more widely known visual ones. I emptied the contents of a 50mg capsule of DiPT into a glass of orange juice and drank up the whole thing in one go, along with the empty and tryptamine-dusted capsule shell. I had virtually no effects for the first 30 minutes, then the next hour was just more gentle breathing and morphing but with that strong tryptamine buzz and edging to everything around me, similar to a gram or two of mushrooms.

But around the hour-and-a-half mark, things started to get noticeably stranger. I had been occasionally turning on the TV to try and hear if any voices or sounds were distorted like I had read about in the book TIHKAL. I only noticed slight changes but wasn't really sure if anything was truly different. I took a shower to kill some time. I took a long, steamy shower for around half an hour and mentally ran through the mantra again for at least 20 minutes, relaxing to the point of near-sleep! But alas, all things must come to an end, and so I jumped out, eager to see what, if anything, was on the psychedelic radio tuner.

To my not-so-much surprise, everything was auditory! There was an SNL special on with interviews from all the cast members from the ’90s and they were talking about their best and worst moments. There was a clip being shown and the voice speaking was akin to Louie Armstrong's voice: very, very deep. I couldn't place it. Then they showed the person that had been speaking and it was Chris Kattan. He by far had the deepest voice of anyone who spoke. It was strange; some people were almost entirely unaffected, such as Molly Shannon. Then Will Ferrell and Norm Macdonald began talking and sounded almost as deep as Kattan had. It was as if a few random people had their voices lowered several octaves. Music took on a new form as well. I can't describe what had changed really, but most music sounded very unpleasant, and so I gave up on it relatively quickly. This is an example of one of the only psychedelics I would say watching TV on could be a great use of the substance. Getting to hear so many voices and obscure sounds showed me how strong this stuff really was and what effect it was having. The synergy between the DiPT and cid was amazing. This was close to a perfect dose for me. A little higher could have been better though. But this was unknown territory and 50mg was a safe dose. And strong.

I didn't want to actually talk to my girlfriend on the phone that night because of how freaky-weird and distorted her voice would inevitably sound. It would be too disturbing, so I just opted to text instead. After saying goodnight, I broke into that PBR I had purchased earlier, and it was good, really, really good! I packed a few bongs and took another hit of wax before sprawling out on the couch. At this point (around midnight) I was really exhausted, not just from the psychedelic adventures but also from the internship earlier in the morning. Since I had to wake up at 6AM yet again the next morning, I decided to try and go to bed. I ended up smoking weed, writing poetry and messing around on Facebook until 1AM. When I got into bed finally, it was the most comfortable I had felt in years. I fell asleep practically instantaneously and slept like a rock all through the night. In the morning I felt relatively normal, definitely a slight afterglow of effects but no hangover and the internship went fine.

I probably won't try DiPT again because of its rarity. It was quite a unique experience and I definitely won't forget it.

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Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 103130
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 25
Published: Jan 20, 2021	Views: 1,466
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