Preface: I'm 25, used psychedelics from the age of 12, lots of experience with the 2C series.
I had been owed a debt and as part of payment of that debt, an unused gift of 2C-E was returned many, many years after it had been given. This 2C-E was contained in an eye dropper bottle and had been left undisturbed for years.
At first, uncertain of the potency, I offered informed volunteers the opportunity to be a guinea pig. After the 3rd person, I was repeaedly informed that it was simply water. Even I attempted a few drops under the tongue to no prevail. Perhaps it was denatured?
A time passed.
Enter, yesterday, nothing major going on, a little under the weather and trying to accomplish chores could be made a little more colorful at worst, and at best I would know definitively that the liquid was active.
I didn't want an accidental over consumption, so I took the few drops at the bottom of the dropper and diluted them into 15ml. I took a swig from the 15ml bottle, not more than 2.5ml. An instant bitter after-taste and shivers to follow.
+0hr (1:10pm)
I go downstairs to continue a task and prepare some food. Uneventful at most, boring to say the least. After eatin some chicken, I sit at a desk to figure something technical out involving an iPhone.
I notice the phone is a little brighter, a little more interesting, I comment to a friend on the phone at this, thus remembering my current status: Trippin' out man.
+1hr (2:15pm)
I head upstairs to recollect and take a dab to calm my nerves. Recently purchased a high-CBD concentrate which I felt would accompany the experience. Things drift, my mind wanders more readily, I am accutely aware of sound and my health.
Some concerns begin to bubble to mind but I pay not heed.
+1hr 30min (2:45pm)
Things start to ramp up a little... I'm awash with geometry, rhombuses and polygonal structures emerge from the most unlikely of sources.
This is when it hits.
The moment you go: Uh-Oh. or I've made a grave mistake. or Fuck. All appropriate responses.
Based on past experiences, this is more likely a 20mg experience. I'm in for a ride.
I quickly make my way downstairs to clean up anything that I had left out, knowing that my faculties were failing me fast.
+2hr 15min (3:30pm)
I've managed to secure myself in the bedroom with enough laundry to fold to keep me occupied for a while. I go to fold a sweatsirt, but I'm hit with visuals, stumble back and sit. I'm gone, swimming in energy, light, strange geometry circles my mind's eye.
I've been struggling lately, in life. Things haven't been easy, may hardships have led to an increasing doubt and lack of hope or will. I've been smoking too much lately, it's become a hindrance to my health and livelihood, that should end.
The beauty of tripping to me has always been the ability to accept things wholly. To think to myself in a sober state, "you shouldn't do that", ends with an override. It's like the authority highest to me by a mile isn't large enough to put a stop to my own antics.
So I sit, then I rouse and begin foldng again.
+3hr (4:10pm)
My girlfriend will be arriving home soon, I put the finishing touches on the room.
Having entered the peak, my body has completely lost control of itself.
Constantly fluctuating between hot and cold, I jump into the shower to attempt to regulate my temperature. Once I'm out, I feel a lot more alert - alert to how fucking cold it is. I wrap a blanket around me but stay naked, and end up finishing my duties nude.
At this point things became exceptionally difficult to deal with. My muscles contracted almost uncontrollably, my tendons didn't cooperate and I felt as if I was breathing through a thick fog. This was a testing time, I attempted to play music but it was all unpleasant. I found flaws in each tune:
An issue I always have with 2C-E is that it is far too intellectual for my liking. If I ever needed to figure something technical out, if I were a scientist putting the finishing touches on a theory, I would use 2C-E. For the personal, emotional and spiritual, 2C-E has nothing to offer. I was aware of why I was tripping, how I was tripping, what would happen at the next step, but it was near impossible to simply dissolve into thought.
Fast forward a bit
+6hr
My girlfriend had been home for about an hour at this point but there was some drama with her siblings. I live with her and her family, but stay out of the picture for the most part. For a while all I heard was mumbling followed by frantic yelling.
The lights are off in the room, save for the florescent light above the fish tank. I stare at the fish as I lay in the bed, trying to avoid any excess stimulaion.
My girlfriends family had discovered an old DVD of the movie Tangled so she promptly pops that in for me. There's an option to watch the movie with commentary so that was chosen.
Enter hillarious outbursts.
The rest of the evening was uneventful, the trip tappered off around 11pm and I was fully able to sleep by 12am.
I hate phenthylamines. Growing up on 2C-I has changed my appreciation of the entire class. It's an immature drug, filled with energy, like the candy bar on halloween to the pre-teen. I pass. I rarely induldge in acid these days, preferring the natural DMT and analogues.
I'm going to polish this report later.
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