Administered in a gel cap

Begin to feel the onset, there’s a sort of tension and building anxiety, I feel edgy and nervous

Anxiety quickly fades to an overwhelming spaciness, like my head is just locked in a buzzing mass of cement, there’s some jaw clenching.

Spacing out more and more, I feel like I’m staring blankly into space as my head drifts away. No visuals yet. Smoke weed.

A tightness in my chest. Nausea isn’t as bad as I expected, it’s present but tolerable. Visuals begin to appear. It doesn’t seem like visuals however, it feels like some ethereal metaphysical essence of visuals, it’s my mind interpreting the essence of surfaces and applying some estimated pattern to them. They are colorful and remind me of Mesoamerican designs. There are a lot of stepped and interlocking patterns.

Oh man I’m really tripping. Fast comeup. I’m downstairs with my roommates on the computer. They’re playing videogames. Visuals are pulsing and radiating on every surface, these Mesoamerican patterns adorn and enhance everything. I feel a glowing euphoria. The nausea is building and I decide to go to the corner store to buy ginger ale. I am totally lucid and in control for now, but I feel like I’m too spacy to interact well. The corner store is a mess of rainbows and drifting patterns. I grab my ginger ale and pay for it, interacting with the cashier feels profoundly awkward. My perspective seems to be zooming and warping. I rush home to safety as things continue to rise. I get home and get back on my computer. The cool colored patterns crawl across every surface. It looks like my computer screen has been crumpled and embossed and folded along diamond shaped patterns. Some begin to look like faces, peaceful and serene, reminiscent of Buddha statues. Physically, there is a warm relaxing buzz, it feels like my skin is a buzzing shell that is being absorbed and drawn back into my essence.

It feels like great patterned hands are gently gripping me. The patterns look like diamonds and are a spectacular array of colors, though most prominent are cool tones, blues, greens, teals etc. I am being enveloped by them, there isn’t much mindfuck or that alien strangeness of other psychedelics. However, focusing on the visuals puts me into a contemplative and introspective state, like “how should my mind be reacting to the fact that there are rainbow 3 dimensional inverse step pyramids appearing on surfaces”. It’s all very tame and gentle though, they are regarded merely as decoration.

-I am stricken with a powerfully patterned tunnel vision. I decide to go upstairs to be alone and experience the full potential of this substance. I lie on my bed and meditate. The closed eye visuals are extremely intense. I do not feel my ego fading or the usual sort of mindfuck that comes with closed eye meditation. Instead I simply sit back and enjoy the show of stepped and diamond patterns that replicate and dance and glow. It’s purely eye candy. Soon however, even this gives way and I can feel myself meditating into a more dissociated state. Not really pure mindfuck or strangeness, but the feeling of my body vibrating away and my mind abandoning it. Using the computer, I do not get that persistent curiosity and feeling of being easily distracted and stimulated by everything, something very evident with most other drugs (Weed, 2C-E, LSD, 25c-NBOMe, 4-HO-MiPT to name a few). The visuals begin to pulse and radiate, they are very liney like 2C-B. Tracers very present too. I am shaking quite a bit, though also feel very relaxed and sedated, like I just don’t feel like moving at all. Auditory distortions present themselves, it sounds like music is slowing down and dropping in pitch. It feels like each layer of sound is being separated and isolated, warped and chewed up as it travels to my brain.
My thoughts begin to become similar to those of LSD- I begin to view things very objectively, it’s like my thoughts have been cleaved from my emotions and subconscious and simply exist in the present, ruthlessly and relentlessly analytical. To that degree, I begin listening to music with vocals. Song lyrics become such a strange thing in my mind, turning one’s thoughts into words, applying those words to melodies and rhythm, it’s an instrument made of language, it’s an instrument where the art is conveyed not only through aesthetic soundforms but also linguistics. Weird. I feel like a little grub curled up in the roots of the world. This is a blast. Visuals are very very strong and fun.

I go back downstairs to interact with people. It doesn’t feel awkward, it’s quite fun actually (everyone else is tripping too). I play super smash bros. I am substantially better. It might be that the other two people aren’t as good while tripping, but I trounce them. Another friend comes over and we smoke a blunt together. I am wary that this might cause too much mindfuck to be around people, but that ends up not being the case. Instead, only the visuals and euphoria kick up. This is so cool this is so fun I love this drug. I feel so jovial, I am having a great time just being around people, talking to people, cracking jokes etc. I try to play zoo tycoon on my computer but it doesn’t work. The next hour is encompassed by a struggle to do this, it feels like a futile task and never works out, but I never got frustrated or upset, this substance kept me on a very happy and pleasant baseline.