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Intranasal administration

Substances: 5-MeO-AMT

I weighed out 1 mg of alpha-O and seperated it into two halves. Setting 1 half to the side, at 11:30 p.m., I insufflated the other into my right nostril. I didn't really feel anything at all except for smelling the chemical slightly initially. At this time, I decided to insufflate the other approximate 500 micrograms. Did that, and walked over to the rocking chair to wait for the effects. I think I got up and sat at the computer desk for a second, then went to get a drink when I started to feel it come on. It wasy very strong, I was nauseous from the feeling that I was rapidly approaching something that should be slowly eased towards; my stomach was full of butterflies and I was experiencing G-forces from standing up. Within the first two minutes I was getting heavy bodily flushes, modulating between hot & cold. The first five minutes or so are hard to remember. My head was heavy and I was clenching my teeth as well as having much rush through my head all at once. After finishing most of my drink, I laid down on the floor, on my stomach, and thought to myself, "you shouldn't have take that extra half." Which was true, I shouldn't have. The physical discomforts this drug causes were more powerful than ever. I could feel all the piping in my body working, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I rushed to the bathroom to get rid of my dinner.

I hopped up two minutes later when I felt a sudden extra amount of saliva rush to my mouth. I was pushing my roommate and his girlfriend, who were standing in the hallway talking, out of my way to get to the bathroom. Right away I purged and bent over the toilet around 2 minutes spitting up after all the contents of my stomach were gone. Sorry, I know that's probably a detail I could have left out.

After getting out of the bathroom I laid face down again on the floor in the living room. My roommate and his girlfriend didn't ask any questions, they were watching Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me--a movie they've both seen a thousand times and are always quoting with bad impressions of the characters. I sat up on my side to watch the movie. I've also seen it quite a few times myself, and still always manage to laugh hysterically--tonight was no exception. I noticed the wall behind the TV was fluxuating in color, not just minorly like it usually does with this substance, but wildly. It was like the intensity of LSD visuals. And when I laid on my back to look at the ceiling, I was geting heavy patterns. I waved my hands in front of my face and was getting huge trails. Actually, everytime I looked at something, when I moved my vision to somewhere else, I still had the frame of the previous viewing layered transparently on the new frame. This was a constant reminder that everything is not just part of the whole, but is the whole.

Half through the movie, my roommate and his girl went to his room, obviously to fool around; they weren't very quiet. I stayed and watched the movie, still switching from it to looking at the imagery. I also started closing my eyes and watching the fantastic CEV's. I didn't really get CEV's with this chemical before. This time, they were just as intense as the visuals. Closing my eyes, I got more faces and life forms than with open eyes. The visuals were accompanied with rapid thought-flow, which made everything extremely confusing. I was constantly trying to attach meaning to all of the visions, but they would change too quickly for me to go any further than scribbling a label on it. This was very confusing. My thoughts were analogous to a monkey swinging from branch-to-branch then tree-to-tree in the jungle: the visual would create one thought, then morph into something else which connected the thought to the previous, repeating this for a few interrelated topics, then all of a sudden I would be somewhere competely different with no recollection of the previous thoughts. This was all interrupted, however, when my roommate and his girlfriend came back to watch the rest of the movie ten minutes later. I didn't realize they were done so quickly, it felt like longer, but glancing at the clock, I concluded: my roommate must be crappy in bed. (Thank God I've never been drunk enough to find out myself.)

The movie finished and they both went to bed. I sat for an unknown amount of time watching the visuals to the sound of the TV fuz that you get when there's no channel and it's just black & white static. Visuals and paresthesia were still as strong, maybe stronger, than they were the first hour. The visuals were very similar to those you get with LSD, they were even demanding of my attention. Everything pulsing and breathing and shivering with life. I got up to put on my headphones and crank up some Steve Miller Band. I don't think anybody would have minded if I had it on low, but I needed it loud. The CEV's with loud music proved way too intense after only 5 minutes, though. I was beginning to lock onto thoughts, and follow something unfamiliar to me through the dark piping of my psyche--also an unfamiliar part of me I don't/can't explore with other psychedelics. Finally, like shining a flashlight on it, I got a look at someone/something that was smiling devilishly at me. So I took the headphones off, turned off the CD player, and laid down again, feeling less threatened without the noise. Then explored this further.

I went into a sort of trance; a half dream-state. After I felt I had sufficiently examined the matter, I opened my eyes, which was like walking into the room after having been in a completely differnet one. Everything still pulsing and breathing. Everytime I closed my eyes for a long time, when I opened them back up the visuals were really intense. Darkness brings the visuals with this drug, and apparently, the intranasal method is more visual than oral--it's also more cost-effective. Less than half the active oral dose intranasally produced more visuals than 6 mg oral. I know a lot of people don't like snorting things, but you have to admit, 1 mg isn't that bad.... Back to the trip.

I watched TV for a while after the long introspective half-dream. It was the second showing of Conan O'Brien for the night, and I'd seen the rerun 2x before. It was one of the more funny ones, though, and I thought it would be good positive background to keep me from going bonkers from the sensory overload I was experiencing. Next on was another showing of the previous night's 11:00 news. After that, came the early morning news. Almost the first story they gave a clip of was a girl who fell out of a window and was impaled on a metal fence below. She didn't die, but was pretty messed up. They weren't kind enough to give warning before showing the video clip. It gave me a bad jolt. It reminded me of the gross imagery in the movie The Cell, which I unfortunately went to see while tripping on acid. It was bad enough the acid was speedy, but the movie had my adrenalin pumping also. Now, here I was, enjoying the pleasant visuals when they all of a sudden begin changing into pictures of mutilated bodies sewn together and attached to toys ... inhumane images of incomplete pieced-together women with metal and wood and plastic holding them together making them shake and do other sickening things. I decided to try some meditation to get these obscure visuals out of me and concentrate on something uplifting. It worked.

I came down slightly after meditating at around 5:00. I couldn't wait for the sunrise. It was cloudy out and finally it began to cool down; the weather has been brutally hot all summer. I went online to check out the forums and check my e-mail. By the time I was finished, the sun was beginning to rise. So I went out out in my backyard to feed my dog, water my plants/cacti, and watch the sunrise. I had to come back inside right away and get pants, shoes, and a jacket on, though. This was not weather to be wearing only a nightshirt and panties. I had goosebumps all over me and was shivering/shaking from the coldness.... Even outside where there was light, the visuals were strong. They had lessened, but were still much more intense than they had been with the oral route.

It was all coming down from there. The visuals were still hinting that they were still home when I looked for them, but didn't demand my attention. The only spiritual insight I really got was at the very beginning of the trip. Even then, things were jumbled. The most I got out of it was embracing the new, dark something which had gone unexamined for so long. I thought, since it had been insufflated, it wouldn't have lasted as long as the oral route. Much to my surprise, though, at 5:00 p.m. it was still pushing. I had been cleaning and reading since 10:00 a.m., and decided at 5:00 to watch Entrapment, which my roommate had rented while he was out during the day. I popped a few tramadol and laid down to watch the movie. It was pretty good--well, better than I thought it would be. When the tramadol kicked in I felt very good (itchy, but good), and was relieved of the push from the alpha-O. That pretty much wraps things up. This was a +3 on the Shulgin scale, and despite the fast onset and unpleasant purging, it was a very good method of ingestion.

On a side-note, has anybody else out there experimented with this substance in their dreams? Or are any of you planning on it? I would appreciate others' take on this substance, maybe we can compare notes.
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