Prelude: The night started pretty well. I was at a friends girlfriends house with them and 2 15mg parachutes of moxy. I've heard it described as a sort of mix between molly and a mushroom trip... which sounded just lovely. Neither of this have done this before. Well, he's never did anything but shrooms. I introduced him to DMT (I'm a sharer ) a few days ago and I suppose he was expecting to get into that again. He got a little whiney, I said "That shit isn't candy, it's not gonna get handed out like it. Now eat this and pack a bowl" And there we were. Watching Mall Cop smoking a bowl waiting for effects to kick in. His girlfriend was doing her usual thing sitting quietly and being boring. I don't think she likes me, but she pretty much just does whatever my buddy tells her too so lol I guess it's not a problem. She's pretty much just a fixture there. As the usual routine, we chilled and smoked and watched the movie... then I left to to fuck eachothers brains out and walked home. LMAO, actually I stopped to piss on the way out and by the time I made it across the hall he was already pounding the holy hell out of her. I pissed and laughed and left. This is where I started to feel the effects. Trip Report I was walking home at what I suppose to be T+100-120 minutes after injestion and felt a little dissapointed with the state of my trip. No visuals once so ever and only a slight alteration in headspace. There was no doubt that I was tripping, but it was weak at worst and 'unconventionial' at best. By the time I made it home (about 5 blocks) I was starting to feel a rising physical euphoria and my headspace was slightly more abstract, though not much. I decided I needed some exterior stimulas to try and kick things into high gear, so I put on some shitty horror movie and tried to watch it. One boring hour in the psysical sensations were becoming quite profound. It was euphoric, but somewhat unsettleing in it's strangeness. It felt like the physical sensations of high anxeity, but on the positive end of the spectrum. The movie was terrible and was all wrong for my headspace, so I shut it off along with all the lights and attempted to meditate wrapped snugly in my covers. I started to feel like I was merging with my surroundings. When I turned my light off, the brightness burned a image of it into my cornea, which I could see vividly when I closed my eyes. I began to see this light under my eyelids as a rip in or some kind of long tunnel through timespace, which I visualized myself following at phenominal speeds... though never to the end. I could feel the pull of a full on +++ mindset pulling on me, but I was still too rooted to my ego to enter it. I needed a boost. I considered taking a hit of DMT or fuck it even a tab of acid... but I felt a fear that it would pull me too far and I had just realized that this is my first solo psychedellic trip So I decided to scrape my bowl as I was out of weed. This usually takes me a long time, but this time only seemed to take a few moments. I smoked the res ball in 3 long deep hits, turned the light back off and returned to my covers. This is where things became extreamly intence. My little thing with the light trail had geared my mind toward Quantum physics and the theory of relitivity, which I have recently developed a profound interest in. The two things that most interest me in the world are science and the human condition. I was considering light, well more like I was reflecting on einstein considerations of light and the nature of spacetime. The closer something comes to traveling at the speed of light, the slower time pases for it. No matter can however reach that speed. Even though light is made of photons, which are particles and therefor matter it is able to act as both a wave and a particle. This concept confused me greatly and I sat there quandering it for a while. I thought of the double slit experiment https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfPeprQ7oGc"]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfPeprQ7oGc where electrons were concluded to conduct this same behavior. The only thing that caused them to act as particles was the act of observation. When observed... they have to act a specific way; to cause some spefic effect. When when unobserved at the time and only the results studied it acted as a wave. When it watched by a concious observer. I came to understand what a fractle was in a way I don't know how to explain in words yet. I can only describe it as I had in a former 4-aco-dmt report as "observing the shape of my thoughts". I'm not capable of going into further depth on that one... I started to see the geometry of everything, in both the concrete and the abstract. In relation to gravitationial effect. The pull of matter on the fabric of timespace and the patterning effects it caused. I thought about black holes, how they're caused by extream amounts of matter concentrated into such a small portion of time and space, that is causes the fabric to rip. This began in me the fear, in that I could possibally think myself out of existance by acidentally understanding the truth of that existance and canceling out my effect as an observer. Alive. I thought about how human perception of reality is terribly flawed. Is this by design? Than by who's? When and where? I know I'm being lied to.. but I don't know why, and I don't know for how long or by whom. What if it isn't my place to know? Maybe I shouldn't spend my finate life in seek of the infinate? My thoughts went back to a quantum nature. I considered something I read recently that told me how much space there truly was between partcles. Electrons orbit insanely far from the nuclus of an atom. Atoms never actually touch due to elctro magnitism. All matter is mostly empty space. "When you stare into the abyss(void), the abyss stares back into you" How true, I thought. My thoughts continued to Heisenberg's uncertainty principle*. You can't even know where something is and what it's doing at the same time. Why do these things torment me? Why is everything so perplexing? Will it end in ignoriance and lonelyness too? Why am I even going through this? And then I realized. Because I Have To. At this point I realized the taste of DMT in my mouth. The smell in my nostrils. I looked at my bowl and realized that some DMT from a few nights ago had pulled through. And on top of the resin it left behind... I had just smoked enough to fling myself into a full on DMT trip. There was no doubt of that. Did i breakthrough? I don't know... so probably not. At this point, I was pretty frazzled and beat up by my experiance. All of a sudden I realized I can tell my brain to shut the fuck up any time i want. I put my headphones on and played some good music untill I fell asleep. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPclmNZh4kk"]YouTube - Where i end and you begin - Radiohead live from the basement This wasn't quite the end, but it's the end of the report. *the Heisenberg uncertainty principle states by precise inequalities that certain pairs of physical properties, such as position and momentum, cannot be simultaneously known to arbitrarily high precision. That is, the more precisely one property is measured, the less precisely the other can be measured. The principle states that a minimum exists for the product of the uncertainties in these properties that is equal to or greater than one half of the reduced Planck constant (ħ = h/2π)
In summery, good trip. I feel great today. Everything seems brighter and bigger, and I feel like I untied some knots in my head that were causing me distress. They'll get re-tangled eventually.. but fuck it. Guess that's the point.
Nice report, the part about what would happen if you found out the truth, would you just die is interesting. I think it's unlikely but when you think about the double slit experiment it does make you question if that might happen. Especially in the state of mind you where in.
Thanks. Oh yeah, and I remember something funny as hell that scared me to shit at the time. Some point at the peak I wondered "Oh my god I wonder if my buddy is tripping this hard? I don't think he can handel this..." hahahha, I'm gonna have to call him.
Good report. I havent tried for the higher psychedelic doses of moxy, I enjoy the very erotic and social moderate doses. 8 mgs is a great spot for this drug for social use. not even in the sense that I really have to talk to people but I just kind of want to be around people. I've read comparisons of it to 5 me0 dmt at high doses and you talking about witnessing the void after smoking pot/Dmt reminded me of 5 me0 dmt. I highly recommend checking moxy out at the 6-8 mgs range and either finding a lady friend to do it with or check out a concert or something if you have a sufficient amount. It will probably be milder on the mental side but its unbelievably tactile and euphoric (its green mdma in my head) with no anxiety and this dose you took still sounds like it lacked visually until the pot/dmt was thrown in. Very odd choice for a first solo trip but very cool stuff you experienced after you smoked though!
Lol get back to us on how your buddy liked the experience. Curious to find that out. I'm sure it was a real run for his money.
There is no truth because infinity is real. Nice report man, I read the whole thing. I really like reports like this, this is how I try to write mine. I hate reading about what you did where you were and all that shit I just wanna know what you were thinking about and what you were feeling. Good stuff.
Amazing report. I have yet to combine moxy and DMT, but I will have to do so soon. Whenever I parachute moxy it comes on in 20-25 mins. but I have a relative (6 hours since food) empty stomach. Can't help but wonder if your stomach was full. Also wonder how your friend's trip worked out. If it was rough or more like Guerrillabedlam's (lower dose) moxy trip with a willing young lady. I'd keep pushing the quantum/relativity thing. It is clear it tortures as wells as intrigues you, but whenever I try to grok these things I rapidly become convinced that there needs to be a consciousness factor in there somewhere. More than just the act of observation too. I cannot be more specific at this time, but I believe it is relevant. One final thing - I find solo tripping to be radically different from tripping with others, even my husband of 22 years. Frankly, there is a kind of unspoken "performance anxiety" to stay connected and social when tripping with others. But, when tripping solo, I find that it is easier to go deeper, not only into what the nature of the material might offer but also the contents of my own mind/consciousness. Neat report for a first time solo trip.
