Folds of White Velvet

DPT and harmala

Substances: DPT, Peganum harmala

5:15 PM - Fairly large dose of Rue extract. I empty my small envelope into a vial, half fill it with vodka, and shake. The envelope contains a small amount of green, herbaceous material billing itself as 50% DPT on an inert herbal carrier - the dose purports to be 100mg. Obviously, this is intended to be smoked, but I have other ideas.

5:45 - I shake the vial again, and drink this crude alchoholic tea. I wash out the vial with water twice, and drink the result. Rue stoniness is distinctly present.

6:08 - I had previously noted that my thought process seemed sped up - my mind was wandering, but very fast. My internal dialogue would shift from topic to topic with disturbing rapidity. Now, at 6:08, I look at the clock and realise that my entire psyche has been assimilated by this effect to the point that I ceased to notice it until I looked at the clock. I keep thinking 15 minutes must have passed when in fact only 1 or 2 had!

6:45 - By now, I can safely say that there is definitely something more happening than simple Rue. No open-eye visuals/patterns though. I am seated in my car looking at the Erie canal. There are people fishing. I have the distinct impression that the car is moving forward. It is not.

7:20ish - If I close my eyes, and concentrate, I can induce visuals. They are confused, not focused. At one point, I think to myself "I wonder how this stuff has altered my perception," and the word perception echoes (in a voice not my own) for about a second with a clarity sufficient to convince me that it is real and audible. I open my eyes with a start, and feel the strangest sensation of being "lifted" from some non-specific place back into my car. "Wow," I think. I close my eyes again, and after a moment begin to see white velvet. Folds of white velvet churning like some kind of viscuous, creamy liquid. Still not terribly clear, but discernable. Likely due to my reading on the association of entities with tryptamines, I begin to get the impression that there is something anthropomorphic and feminine about the velvet. Just when I remark to myself that the vision is beautiful, a distinctly audible voice (oddly - with no discernable characteristics) says "thank you." Startled again, I open my eyes and experience that strange lifting sensation a second time. I would later come to think of this as the peak.

7:45 - I become convinced that I need to eat something, so I leave the canal (after first testing myself to see if I'm in any condition to drive.) I am almost totally unimpaired, but my goal seems to keep shifting, like my thought patterns were earlier. I decide to drop in on a friend who owns a homebrewing supply store. He starts filling me with some wonderful cabernet, and some more friends of his arrive with some cured italian sausage and wine they made. My friend then breaks out some expensive, aged provolone. I am struck by an odd sense of 'belonging' here. I am also impressed with the fact that, despite my seeming inability to focus on a goal from second to second, my original impetus (finding food) got me where I was going (a friends store where food suddenly materialised in the form of some wonderful italian *stuff*.) At this point, the alchohol begins to obliterate the mild and subtle "trip." I note this with little regret, since, while nice, it didn't really live up to my expectations - certainly not for what I paid. Also, I have to meet other friends at 9 for a night of drinking and dancing - so it's just as well.

9:00 - Arrive at the club, meet friends, drink, dance, am a bit more happy and energetic than usual. Trip effectively over.