Party Vibe

How do Vibers:weee:

Been a fair while since I’ve posted a trip report, so here’s one from the weekend just gone.

Before I start though I’ll say I am an experienced user of aMT; I’ve had 10+ experiences on varying levels taking as much as about 250mg of freebase in a single session. I have a naturally higher tolerance for this substance than most. I needed 70 mg to gain even minor psychedelic effects from it, this is considered a high dose for most people.

This was my fourth time using 5-MeO-MIPT; although I’d only used it twice by itself, so admittedly I wasn’t greatly familiar with it’s effects beyond trip reports I’ve read. The highest dose I’d tried of this substance was 15 mg, but I was under the effects of an MDMA and Clonazepam when I took it and took a hit of DMT when it was approaching the peak, so needless to say that didn’t help me really gauge what this chemical was truly capable of.

I had never combined these two substances before, nor had I done any research to see who had. Something that I know was potentially foolish, but everything turned out more than okay so it did not turn out to be an issue.

My adventure begins shortly after 9.30 pm on Saturday night. I’d just eaten a fairly large meal and eye-balled myself a bomb of aMT and moxy combo. No scales to hand but at a guess I had 50-55 mg of aMT, something I’m quite used to eye-balling, and between 18-22 mg of moxy, a substance with which I’m still practising my eye-balling ability, but I was aiming for 20 mg. I had deliberately taken about half the amount I would normally start myself at on aMT; I was aiming for it’s stimulating effects rather than it’s psychedelic properties as I find moxy makes me quite dozy and spaced out.

With the two chemicals together in a skin I knock the bomb back with a drink. I put my shoes on and leave my house to set off to my brother’s to meet some friends. By the time I get to my brother’s, no more than a 5 minute walk, I am starting to come up. At first I think it is a placebo or just the anticipation, but within 10 minutes of being in my brother’s flat, no more than 15 minutes after consumption, I find myself thinking ‘I have to go’. I was coming up too strong to withstand the stifling heat of his flat, he always has the heating on, set to a temperature discomforting at the best of times. This was unbearable though! I was sweating profusely and my head was buzzing. I needed to go back home, I realised quickly I needed comfort because this was going to be intense. I explained my reasons for leaving and even dismissed a spliff I was offered, which is highly unusual for me. Three of the eight or so people there decided to come back to mine with me, with my permission of course. As I stood outside waiting for them to put their shoes on I looked up at a hanging basket and the flowers seemed to be waving goodbye to me. I started looking around at other things, but everything seemed normal. I glanced back at the hanging basket only to discover the plants had become motionless. That was strange I thought smiling to myself, unsure whether I’d actually seen it or not.

As I was walking back to mine I held conversation with the other people but was becoming more aware with each step how hard I was coming up. At one point I kicked a stone and the impact of my foot landing back on the floor created a wave a few inches high that shot forward about 5 meters or so. That was something that confirmed I likely had seen the flowers briefly waving at me 2 or three minutes ago. I smiled to myself again, I was enjoying this minor insight as to what was going to come already.

We got back to mine and we got settled in my conservatory, with the door open to allow some air flow. I stuck some music on and went to make everyone a drink. As I walked back to the conservatory holding a drink in each hand the Vimto in each glass seemed to be glowing, I found myself pausing in my steps for a few seconds to admire its beauty. Then I snapped out of it and proceeded.

I had to stand in the garden because I was too hot inside, the intense buzz had now worked its way through my entire body. I felt as if I was vibrating. I felt incredible though. One of my mates came and had a joint with me. The smoke felt oddly cool as it entered my body, but it did nothing to calm me at all. On about the fourth drag my hand trailed as it moved towards my mouth. I pass the joint back to my mate and we talk for a bit until he goes in to grab his drink. As soon as he leaves my sight my eyes home in on the plant that was behind him, it seemed to be glowing, like the Vimto was. I start to gaze around my garden, scanning for anything else that stands out, nothing. I look back at the plant and to my surprise it’s still glowing. I start waving my hands around and discovered not only are they trailing but I could smear the sky about, curiously only the sky though. My mate comes back out and his presence brings me back to Earth, it also makes me realise I’m still coming up, and strong. I thought I’d better pocket some Etizolam at this point, just in case. I was tripping quite heavily considering it had been a little over 30 minutes since consumption, but it was the intensity of the full body rush and its relentless strength which I found a little unnerving. And those of you who know how much I love MDMA will get a better picture of just how hard this had hit me, this was literally the first time I’d ever thought ‘this might be too much’ from any drug.

I pocket some Etizolam but told myself I wasn’t going to abort yet, it was new, that was all. The knowledge that I had something to take the edge off within reach if I really needed it settled me somewhat.

At about 45 minutes in I began seeing fractals. My kitchen floor had become a swirling mass of colours. The orange from the walls was seeping down on to the floor and added extra colour to the swirling mass. At this point I think the aMT started to kick in; the buzzing seemed to earn another layer, but not one that intensified the experience, very strange and I’ve never felt a multi-layered stimulating buzz like it before. Even mixing stimulants doesn’t do that to me, that just tends to create a whole new unique buzz. But this definitely felt like two separate chemicals both taking hold at once, rather than the intermittent effects of one, then the other; or a new sensation altogether. This is the point where I realise that the Moxy had indeed made me buzz, a reaction I do not normally have to it, but one I have read many others do experience. At that point I settled more, again reassuring myself it was just a new feeling.

I went back into the conservatory to join everyone else. The music had started to sound amazing by now, further confirmation to myself that the aMT was coming into play. I’m still able to coherently communicate at this point but find it quite straining talking and listening to several people at once. I hold it together for a few minutes but then it becomes uncomfortable, like the heat in my brother’s flat. So I move back to the threshold of the back door. The plant from before is still glowing, but now it is waving too, almost beckoning me towards it. One of my friends comes and asks if I’m okay. I explain to him just how wrecked I am. As I’m talking to him more fractals form on the floor, and the garage door has developed intricate webbed geometric patterns. I notice at this point, for some reason horizontal surfaces were flowing and had a fluid like element to them, while vertical surfaces were forming sharp geometric patterns with lots of straight lines. Still talking to my friend, I started walking slowly about my yard; amused by my lack of balance despite the knowledge there was a solid floor beneath my feet, even if it appeared otherwise. I notice how hot I’m getting (or rather that I’m not cooling down at all), so down my drink and go get another pint of water.

The drink seemed to do me a lot of good. I’m now feeling truly euphoric, but still on two separate levels. I neck half the glass, refill and go back outside. I was aware that I was being quite antisocial but prolonged interaction with others was too much to ask. They didn’t mind though, they had their own (non-psychedelic) drugs to be playing with and understood my state. I return to standing in my yard, trying to take everything in. Nothing looked normal any more; everything was brighter than normal, the wrong colour, had patterns or fractals on it or coming out of it and yet my mind remained in the knowledge of my location. Although I had had a few moments where I’d got immersed in something and lost track of how long I’d been staring at it. But never more than a few minutes is my guess as I remember being told at this point it was 10.45 pm. Holy shit I thought, barely beyond the hour mark and this is where I’m at already. The euphoria grew even stronger as another wave hit me causing my whole body to quake. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I considered the Etiz in my pocket, but decided I was having fun and this was quite a special experience, I wasn’t ready to end it yet. All the hallucinations were somewhat distracting me from the overall almost overwhelming buzz anyway.

Again I return to the comfort of the plants in my garden and yard. They all seemed very much ‘alive’, almost like they were trying to interact with me; some even somehow appeared to be smiling at me. One of my friends came to check on me again, he found me on all fours closely inspecting the spiral pattern on a brown snail’s black and brown shell. To me the snail was yellow, and the shell was bright orange and red. He laughed at me and said it was a normal snail, it did nothing to convince my eyes though that were seeing it in almost neon colours. He asked if I wanted to talk, I remember saying I didn’t mind. I also remember lying on my back on the lawn and him sitting next to me. Apparently we then had conversation for 20 minutes or so, but I recall none of it, I had my eyes closed and was concentrating on the CEV. A mixture of rapidly changing layers of brightly coloured patterns. Too complex to really explain. Every shape, pattern and colour imaginable was flashing in front of me; I was seeing colours I don’t even think I’ve seen before. I opened my eyes, the intense visuals blocking out reality faded slightly. They became translucent enough for me to see through them, reality had become a background to my trip. Wow, I thought, this is one heck of a trip. As I wondered again how much further until I reached a peak my body convulsed once more, another wave of almost merciless delight swept over me. My friend saw this and again questioned if I was okay. I gave him a thumbs up, although really I wasn’t too certain. I genuinely wasn’t sure if I could tolerate feeling any better, which sounds weird I know, plus the full body spasms were a bit concerning. I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs, or howling at the moon (which at this point I was just guessing to be the brightest thing in what was left of the sky), or just ripping my clothes off and running in circles naked whilst Gregorian chanting. I needed to do something to release this energy that had built up inside me.

I focused my attention on the music and stood back up. The music sounded truly epic now. The patterns that had been ‘blocking’ my vision dissipated significantly. There were still extremely vivid electric like patterns on vertical surfaces, almost like clips of a lightening storm was being projected on to them. A kinetic energy surges through me and I find myself dancing involuntarily, in a very erratic fashion, but do nothing to try and resist. Movement suddenly feels incredible. I don’t know which substance caused this feeling, perhaps a result of the two combined, but neither have filled me with such energy before. This more than equalled the buzz of your first ecstasy pill, quite frankly I went a bit ape-shit crazy for about 30 minutes. I know it was about 30 minutes because my bemused and amused friends all came to watch me and got a rough timing of it. They’ve seen me in some states but none of them had seen me like that. At the end of my dancing episode I was feeling massively pumped but much better. I necked my drink again acknowledging it had been a while and I’d lost a fair bit of fluid sweating.

Upon entering my kitchen my floor that normally looks something like this [ATTACH=CONFIG]86122[/ATTACH] looked more like this [ATTACH=CONFIG]86123[/ATTACH]. (Considering I just Googled ‘fractals’ that is a surprisingly accurate representation of what I was seeing!).

I manage to make myself a drink and sit on the floor just looking around in amazement. Two of my friends come in the kitchen to see how I’m getting on and to make a joint. I try to describe what I’m seeing but I’m struggling to string a sentence together and my voice sounds distant, plus it’s really hard anyway to accurately describe what I was experiencing. As I was stuttering out my words I jolted again, sending yet another surge of euphoria through my body. This is when large stripes started flowing downwards in front of me; kind of like the stripes you get distorting the image when you try recording the TV with your phone camera. They flickered there for a few seconds then disappeared. I don’t know exactly what it was but something internally informed me I was very nearing peak, finally. All anxiety that had been lingering pretty much from the onset diminished entirely. I felt suddenly liberated. I only realised after the anxiety lifted exactly how much it was holding me back from being fully submersed in the experience. At this point I very specifically remember telling myself ‘I don’t need to be myself, I can be the chemical’. I sat down in my yard with my eyes closed.

I have no idea how long I was out for, but I completely lost time perception and was barely aware of myself. I was totally engrossed in the CEV. I was in such a trance like state I could well have stayed there until it wore off in a few hours, if two of my friends hadn’t disturbed me to say goodbye. I bid them farewell and decided it was time to go to the toilet. The kitchen once more is almost too much to deal with, walking through it is basically a straight line, but to me it was completely unrecognisable. The floor looked to be made of multi-coloured smoke and the walls were melting and bubbling. My friend sat at the table looked like a dwarf, but a random stranger of a dwarf. He didn’t even look remotely like my friend. In fact until he spoke I thought it was a full hallucination rather than a wacky distortion. He commented on how my pupils were the biggest he’d ever seen, I told him I’ll go check them out.

I entered the hallway, it looked surprisingly normal. Colours were certainly brighter than normal, but it was nothing compared to the chaos of the kitchen. The bathroom too was unusually normal looking, especially as the bathroom is generally the room I find trippiest when on these sorts of mind bending drugs. I go to the toilet with grateful but surprising ease. I had half expecting to come out covered in urine having failed to locate the toilet. I look in the mirror to check my pupils. Shit, my iris has become but a slither of a green halo highlighting my huge black pupil. He wasn’t kidding, I’d never seen my pupils that big either.

I re-enter the kitchen to find the coloured chaos continuing. Amongst the explosion of patterns I can just about make out my friend. I ask him the time; 12.05am. I try to respond, but my whole body just jerks out again accompanied by the stripes like before, as more euphoria shoots through every cell of my body. As my body finishes shuddering the visuals start to become more intense and complex still. I felt as if I was going to lose my concious control, but I was comfortable with this. It felt as if the drugs were inviting me in on something very special, very similar sensation to what you get on DMT. I informed my friend that he may ‘lose contact with me’ and said I’d be in the garden tripping the fuck out. I don’t remember moving to the garden but remember finding the soft, dew soaked grass a blissful feeling beneath my body. There I led with my eyes open staring at the sky, except I wasn’t seeing the sky at all. My open eye visuals were now as powerful as my closed eye visuals. Only on a DMT breakthrough had I experienced such powerful visuals before. As I lay there the only thing keeping me in any conscious realm was the convulsing of my body that would not only fill me with yet more happiness, but also cause me to momentarily blink, which would create a sharp change in visuals and the flickering stripes. I noticed my closed eye visuals had become rather animated and cartoon like. Less patterns and more random characters, creatures and generally weird imagery. My open eye visuals were forever changing geometric patterns. But as both were so far from reality I nearly got lost as to which was which. The full body orgasms were shaking my body every 5 minutes or so, each time bringing another tsunami of joy sweeping throughout me. My remaining friend sat with me, he said it was funny watching me trip out, apparently I was reaching out to grab imaginary things. I hadn’t been aware I was moving at all. I was in paradise thinking how beautiful life and chemistry are. I could still feel what I’ll assume was the moxy inviting me in towards something else, again very reminiscent of that feeling when your verging a full blown psychedelic breakthrough on DMT. Unfortunately though, despite my willingness I didn’t quite hit the breakthrough barrier. Whether I didn’t quite have enough of one or both chemicals, or whether it was my awareness of not being able to let go that prevented it I don’t know. Either way the experience was a very unique and powerful one. According to my friend I was in my trance like state for about an hour, he asked me every 10 mins or so if I was cool, I was giving him the thumbs up but only vaguely remember his voice asking a few times, I don’t remember responding at all.

I slowly came back to reality and the visuals became less vivid. My real surroundings and my friend came back into view. All the visuals became pretty minor pretty quickly. I even challenged myself and made a joint. As I took drags I relished the strangely cool refreshing smoke again, and began thinking about what I’d seen. I felt tranquil, I fully appreciated what I’d experienced visually, yet somehow felt I’d missed out on something.The inviting/calling feeling had subsided. I suddenly realised how euphoric I felt again. Like the cleanest most powerful MDMA hit I’d ever experienced. I wanted to dance again. As I danced with the joint the cherry left a vibrant red trail in the air. The plant outside my back door was glowing again. I was pretty much in exactly the same state I’d been in before the trip had got visually intense. I asked the time as I passed the joint, shortly after 1.30 am came my mate’s reply. So four hours the best part of my trip had lasted.

I sat with my mate trying my best to describe what I’d been through and just generally chatting as we enjoyed the music. At this point and until 4.30 am I felt just the clean buzz of the aMT. As expected I hadn’t taken enough for much of a psychedelic effect from it. But I was happy with this decision, had the experience been stronger I would almost definitely of had some Etizolam to chill me out.

The only other psychedelic thought/visual worth noting occurred when I went to relieve myself in the garden, time not recorded. I started to urinate and as I did so stepped forward triggering a motion sensor light in front of me to illuminate the flowers I was pissing on. The flowers all seemed to wilt and look sad; I instantly felt empathy for them and redirected my stream of piss. The flowers instantly seemed to bloom and smile at me, I even felt as if they were saying thank you. I did however redirect my piss on to my foot, but even as I became aware of this I thought ‘long as the poppies are happy’. I chuckled to myself for some time about that one. I was barefoot and hosed my foot before returning indoors.

I sat with my friend chatting, chilling and smoking for a few hours until he said his goodbyes around 4.30 am. I was still buzzing and my pupils were no smaller, sleep was a good few hours off without the help of Etizolam. As the psychedelic section of the experience had finished I decided to call it a night. I popped three 2 mg Etizolam tablets and fell asleep not too long after.

In summary this was an extremely strong and unique psychedelic experience. It certainly competes to be the most visually intense experience I’ve ever had. Although I had my moments of uncertainty overall it was an incredibly positive experience. It was very tiring though, I slept all of yesterday and I’ve felt pretty drained all day today.