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2CT7x3Three short, but well-described sessions with this substance Substances: 2C-T-7 Some thoughts on this substance: My first experience was with 10 mg, with a 7 mg supplement at 2 hours. I knew at about the one hour point that this was going to be mild. Two hours after the supplement, characterization was that "this would make a good anti-depressant at this dose". I found myself easily and fluidly conversing with others, with an absence of the self consciousness and anxiety that is normally with me. No visual distortions, no deep emotional experiences. Very similar to the first few days of my time on Paxil. There was a little nausea, and some small burps, but these diminished by the third hour. My second attempt was with 27 mg. At 1 hour, an alert was felt. I knew right off that this was going to be tough on my body. There were all manners of rumbling and gurgling noises from my belly as Stomach attempted to deal with this strange substance. Terrible, foul smelling, room-shaking farts erupted. Hours 4 and 5 were spent mostly in the bathroom. Yuck. There was a slightly shimmering visual effect noted, but most of my attention was focused on my body. I also had a smell emanating from my pores that I can only describe as very similar to the Renal ward at the hospital. Not a very pleasant experience. Third and final experience was with 40 mg. I was quite determined to experience this at a psychedelic dose. I was feeling emotionally cut off and sad, and wanted to explore these feelings more deeply. Physically, nausea came in and out in waves, but not much gas and bloating as experienced before. Violent vomiting at +2.5 hours. This put an end to the nausea. Was able to talk to my love, and apologize for my behaviour as the Robotic Asshole. Deep sobs washed through me. I saw myself with a heart softened by sadness and compassion. I'm grateful to be able to put a crack in The Robot's shell and give the Human a little room to move. These were my first experiences after a fairly long absence from entheogens. The phrase "What's the point?" keeps popping up. Perhaps I just need a placebo to allow myself the freedom to express myself? Perhaps I need to poison myself to appreciated non-poisoned life? Maybe I need to go through this shit periodically to keep my head and heart in check... I'm not sure. On a practical note, I would advise fasting for at least the 12 hours prior to ingesting this substance. The second experience occurred five hours after a small bowl of cheerios and rice dream. Pretty sure this was a contributing factor in the gastric distress. I really didn't feel that this substance gots very deep. The carrot of a rewarding experience is far to small when weighed against the stick of physical problems. But, I did really enjoy being able to consume a known quantity of a known substance.
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