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Further Experimentation2C-B again and again Substances: 2C-B Each experiment leads to the desire for further experimentation. I see now that what I thought I knew about this compound before this past weekend was limited. What I knew was only one facet, one aspect available only through one particular dosage. I'm finding that for my particular brain, each increase in the dose creates not only more intensity in its basic psychedelic effects (and I use the word psychedelic instead of entheogenic for a reason, revealed in another paragraph), but adds new qualitative facets to it as well. What excites me is the realization that it very likely will continue that way up the scale: 45 mg will be significantly more complex than 40, and 50 will be who-knows-how-amazing... after 50, increases of only one or two milligrams will probably be advisable if I even feel compelled to go beyond that point. Visually speaking, 2C-B is turning out to be the provider of much that has eluded me in my psilocybin and LSD experiences. When I closed my eyes I saw infinite, living, swirling, swaying checkerboard patterns dancing in time to the Pink Floyd song that was playing. Earlier, a videotape of a Ren & Stimpy cartoon seemed impossibly colorful and clever, overwhelmingly bizarre and contemporary. A pink melting candle on the table breathed and glowed with a strange and friendly animate quality, as would anything that I held my gaze on for a few seconds. Yet at the same time, I myself can't feel good about calling 2C-B an entheogen, because for me, it has the peculiar effect of leaving my cognitive thinking, (for the most part) my emotions, and basically all those parts of my consiousness so consistently and significantly affected by psilocybin and others, nearly intact while creating pleasantly intense changes in visual perception. For me it does not Manifest The God Within at all, at least not yet (who knows what will happen at 50 mg?). And as for sex on 2C-B... friends, let me just simply say that you actually have not made love until you have done it on 'bromo.' Ever have your soul lovingly sucked on? It can and does happen.
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