Trippy

Trip Report 1700 Three of us lemon tek’d 2-grams of a particularly potent isolate of albino penis envy grown by a good friend. My beloved and I also took 150mg of pure Mdma. The come up was predictably uncomfortable. I felt feint and mildly nauseous. Although there’s some controversy regarding the use of Odansteron with psychedelics, I went ahead and took 4mg 20” prior to ingesting the Apes. My experience with it was fine. It reduced my nausea without potentiating the trip. After 15-20”, we were all feeling the effects of the psilocybin. I was having the ubiquitous pleasant, nebulous CEVs and OEV distortions. I sat in gratitude listening to sweet music. I remember thinking, “Oh, hello Molly” about an hour into it. I remember telling myself and my friend something like, “isn’t it amazing to finally realize we are just as great as we’ve always thought we were.” The flip was lovely and shroomy at first, but soon the Molly was demanding all of my attention. It was a little bit like a dog that refused to stop humping on my cognitive leg. After a couple of hours, the Mdma started to wear down, and the psilocybin became more obvious . But... the Molly come-down while on psilocybin- not so fun. So, obviously... we took more Molly. 75mgs. We also each took 1.5 tabs (20mg) of 2cb. We get our 2cb from a very trusted and reliable source in the UK. He also, incidentally, turned us on to Chānga. Normally, the 2cb takes an hour or so to hit me, but after only 15” or so, I remember thinking, “Oh,hello 2cb”. The 2cb was astonishing. The entirety of existence was glowing and radiating with energy and life. My head space was still mostly grounded in something that seemed like this version of reality. Over the next hour, we each consumed another 2 tabs of 2cb. Things became very weird. And beautiful. And my thinking became dreamy and wandering. This was the most 2cb, I’d ever taken. It felt much like 200mcg of LSD. At 5am, it was starting to just be exhausting. We’d been tripping for 12 hours. The 2cb was winding down... the Molly was little more than a sore jaw and urinary retention. We drank some fluids, took an Ativan, and went to bed. But we didn’t really sleep. We just rested for about 3 hours. We got up and got some coffee and a breakfast burrito at Remedy in Old Town. We came home to drink coffee on the patio. I think we started some laundry. My truest love suggested we smoke Chānga. I was a bit resistant. I know the MAOI can cause serious and possibly dangerous effects when mixed with phenylethylamines like Molly and 2cb, but it had been already 5 hours since we’d mostly come down. And, these effects are rare. And, we were barely back in our bodies to say nothing of our minds. We each loaded our pipes with 100mg and smoked and smoked and held and held... “Oh, hello DMT.” We repeated that process 2 more times with a hundred mg each time, but for our 4th bowl, we dropped it to 50mg. If you haven’t tried Chānga, and I don’t want to sound like I’m condoning the use of illegal substances, you should. And, I am. It’s 24 hours later, and I feel cleansed and blessed and clear and calm. How nice to have the non-judge mental mind for several moments at a time. How wonderful to see this world and many others with brand new eyes. To be completely immersed in an alien consciousness with a different point of view for just a little while is refreshing. Last night we slept hard. We mix drugs. We understand that’s not for everyone. I’m not interested in debating the pro’s/cons of flipping. -