Jungle Fever

Romping about with IT-290

Substances: AMT

>Can anyone tell me about this drug (IT-290)?  Especially if it really
>exists.

IT-290 is alfa-methyltryptamine. It's an orally active psychedelic
tryptamine, dosage about 30 mg.

IT-290 is alpha-methyl-Tryptamine - it is therefore a relative of DMT (di-methyl-Tryptamine), psilocin (4-hydroxy-DMT - of psychedelic mushroom fame), bufotenine (5-hydroxy-DMT: magic toads), serotonine (4-hydroxy-Tryptamine: a neurotransmitter in your brain) and many other Tryptamine-derivatives.

(I -strongly- recommend as a starting-point the Tryptamine-article that is insert into the LSD FAQ on the 'net.)

It is listed in my sources as "psychotropcally active above about 30mg" - so I figured 40-50mg should do the trick. Asking around revealed that two people that I know had tried the stuff before me and agreed on that dosage (both also said that they had never tripped so -hard- before). The following events resulted from a dose of about 45mg.

The first time I tried it, I went at it all wrong: I mixed the stuff with water and drank it on an otherwise empty stomach. I should know myself better than that: I threw up most of the drug and spent the rest of the day mildly tripping, throwing up regularly and with a wild headache.

I am assuming, that I had a bout of migraine there, as can happen to me if I don't get a breakfast and don't get coffee in the morning. Neither of the people that I asked had had these problems.

So I tried IT-290 again the following weekend: I was better prepared this time, had a good breakfast and as much coffee as my body wanted. Consequently, I didn't throw up (I also didn't get a headache). Consequently, most of the stuff landed in my brain rather than the toilet bowl.

BANG!

This is clearly -not- "happy, funny, acid-paper", this is serious psycholytics. I have never before been so close to my lizard-brain. For six hours (or so) I ran through the underbrush, waded through mud, climbed on trees - I was the jungle creature on flight.

I have never tripped so HARD before. Hard on the mind, hard on the body - and I think I have some experience with psychedelic drugs.

I would call it considerably more colorful and visual than acid, but you won't care much about that - it's the physical experience of your body that'll preoccupy you. How it feels to be you. How it feels to be. I remember spending some time on hands and knees doing nothing but -breathing-. Just for the way it felt to breathe.

Think of it as acid on speed or (better) mushrooms on speed. The whole trip takes 16 hours (or there around) -plus- six or eight hours of coming down.

Coming down is the single most repulsive part about it: the stuff in the central nervous system is gone, but the drug is still coursing through the peripheral nervous system - you feel mostly human, you don't hallucinate any more or see colors (or at least not much), but your body is still that of an animal: you shiver and sweat, fart and twitch - but contrary to the earlier phases, where this was accompanied with the urge to go out into the jungle and -prowl-, flee, feed, fight, fuck, you are now dead tired from 16 or 18 hours of physical exertion, you want to -sleep-, but your body doesn't want to (yet). Coming down is a long, tedious, ugly procedure.

I could imagine that this can be alleviated by giving the body something to do during that phase - sex for example. I will try that some other time.

Don't expect to be able to sleep less than 24 hours after you dropped. Don't expect to be able to drive or operate machinery for at least 6 or 8 more hours after that.

Expect this stuff to leave you a wreck: physically, mentally, emotionally.

There is a certain level of civilization, that you carry around all the time - I never actually knelt in the mud or dug my fingers into it even though the urge was clearly there. I didn't soil my pants. I didn't drool. I had the sense to stay away from people. I apparently had the sense not to catch poison ivy or something like it (The woods I went into are just a patch of a couple trees here in suburbia, and poison ivy is probably the most dangerous thing there. But the woods are lousy with snakes, and if a Diamondback had bitten me, I'm not sure I'd been able to deal with it responsibly. I think I'd just have bitten its head off).

Don't try this if you have never done psychedelic drugs before. Don't think you can handle this, because you can handle acid or mushrooms. Again: this is much less "fun" than either of these, and much more "serious". And "interesting". And "strenous". And "crazy". I do not consider this a recreational drug (and I -do- consider both acid and 'shrooms "recreational").

After all these warnings: try it. It's weird. It's glorious. It's disturbing. I think, I have a much better understanding now, of how it must feel to be crazy. Or how it must have felt to live in the Mesozoic period.

The fact that this stuff is legal, that every kid can go out there and order it from the next best chemical supply reseller -without- experimenting with acid or weed first (because those are "illegal") scares me.