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Harm Reduction Notes for the COVID-19 Pandemic

CBD, edge, and randomness

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- Thu, 28 May 2020 10:54:52 EST WDWaPoUO No.903346
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These should all be seperate posts but I didn't want to spam and they're tangentially related.

How are yal's experience with CBD on psychs? took some my last trip and it actually really helped me relax. but...

I've noticed with psychs that there is a kind of "edge" to them. An anxiety of some kind maybe? But all my best trips have had this edge. Is this just me? Do you need a little anxiety/feeling of danger to have a profound trip?

Lastly, I've been taking higher doses of shrooms for the past few months (7g+ lemon tek) and have really had no consistency with what trips were mindblowing and what felt relatively weak. Within the same batch I had 2 profound experiences and 2 relatively uneventful ones - even though for all I listened to a lot of dark ambient type stuff and stayed in bed with my eyes closed. Am I missing something? Are consistently profound trips even possible?
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Hugh Wennerforth - Sat, 30 May 2020 15:09:14 EST 337IwFP3 No.903404 Reply
I misread your response to the guy about ketamine. I get what you were saying now. I don't know why the particular meaning of psychedelic in that context should be the only meaning the term should have, though. Since you were the one using it, you obviously determine what was meant by it, but it seems kinda pointless to limit what the word applies to though, imo.
Hugh Wennerforth - Sat, 30 May 2020 15:10:21 EST 337IwFP3 No.903405 Reply
in other situations, I mean. that's what you seemed to imply with your response to me, anyway. obviously the term psychedelic should only mean what you meant it to in the reply you originally made.
Matilda Honeyway - Sat, 30 May 2020 18:53:02 EST ol3lKwZ/ No.903408 Reply
I'm not saying that there aren't more definitions that one could give to the word, I was saying that if that is the extent to which you expand YOUR definition of the word then I don't think we have much to discuss further and like an edgy teenager I stopped reading your post as a kind of an act of rebellion against your idea... But I mean whatever bro we just have different understandings of the matter, big deal, lets agree to disagree.

First time Datura

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- Thu, 28 May 2020 02:31:19 EST zns0MVsl No.903338
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19 hours later I emerged from the forest. I drank a cup around 10am and didn’t come walking back to the house until 5. Interesting trip. Feeling really appreciative to have the opportunity. Pic related, had to dig out 4 ticks. I have never fell so many times in my life. Each step I would fall over, trying to cling, close eyes, brace myself, all the while I am in a different world. Lost a shoe, was about a mile or more from the house. (Off grid) I had to go straight uphill to pop back up on the road and walked home. Can go into green text if anyone cares
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Emma Greenfield - Fri, 29 May 2020 04:13:10 EST 0ebQq8gv No.903372 Reply

Like Chris McCandless's wacked out spiritual brother, cool
Ernest Gomblebanks - Sat, 30 May 2020 18:42:43 EST zns0MVsl No.903406 Reply
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Op back, internet is shotty here. The ticks I found almost 2 days later. I was stretching and noticed those little black specks were shooting out of my skin. What I wondered was, do you you think they were affected by the jimson weed in my blood?
Ernest Gomblebanks - Sat, 30 May 2020 18:47:56 EST zns0MVsl No.903407 Reply
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I take that as a compliment! Though, you have to wonder.. what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
I live in a national forest, few of us own the property, 160 acres.. I am here. What ol chris didn’t know was, home is where you make it


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- Thu, 14 May 2020 07:13:20 EST 6BTL6PEk No.902977
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Tell me the most important realizations you've had on psychedelics.
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Jarvis Dresslefuck - Sat, 30 May 2020 03:00:22 EST VBoQBywb No.903396 Reply
Or rather LSD gives you a Supreme awareness of reality
Frederick Wipperbin - Sat, 30 May 2020 04:24:07 EST 4tUTTc+v No.903398 Reply
death is the dissolving of the self into The Universe
birth is the creation of the self from The Universe
Hugh Wennerforth - Sat, 30 May 2020 09:04:23 EST 337IwFP3 No.903403 Reply
idk man, acid usually makes me more... confused, for lack of a better word, than it makes me aware of reality. like, it might make me more aware of an aspect of reality, but usually it causes colors and lights to be so bright and oversaturated that it triggers seeing infinitely repeating fractal geometric patterns in my mind's eye spontaneously, and the mind's eye visuals tend to override my actual vision for a few seconds (or longer if I focus on it). So, essentially, I keep going through loops of seeing like, serpentine flowing fractal geometry receding infinitely in a sea of serpentine fractal geometry (that makes other indescribable and complex/impossible shapes comprised of chunks or "waves" that make up the entire sea of patterned geometry), which also seems to coincide with random cycling loops of thought that make it almost impossible to actually track what's happening in my reality. This doesn't really lessen at all until about 2 or 3 hours after the peak.

Dissociatives tend to give me what I'd call supreme awareness of reality much more than psychedelics do. If I take a large dose of a dis with a psy (whether moderate or strong dose of psychedelic), I also experience this effect. It's worth noting that I've got a very large permatolerance to dissociatives in general, so I don't ever experience the more psychedelic and magical effects that dissociatives tend to cause (which includes the confusion and inability to comprehend things that are going on). Especially when combined with a psychedelic, dissociatives give me enough dissociation to aid in ego loss (ego death as well, but in this particular instance I'm not talking about a full loss of ego). I get it to just the right degree to dissociate from my perception of myself as a human being or as anything other than a conscious observer of reality. Even when I am not capable of actually thinking using language because of how hard I might be tripping, I am still hyper aware as a mere observer of my reality.

I suppose the best way of putting it, actually, is that it makes me supremely lucid in the sense that I silently and passively observe what is happening to me... even if I am also engaged in doing or thinking about something. It's as though I am capable of choosing whether I am the one present and controlling my body, thoughts, and actions, or I let some other "me" move, say, think, and do things while I am simply present watching it happen. I'm already aware that the me that "feels" and perceives things is different than the me that reacts to those things by acting and by changing what emotions I choose to feel in response to it, but it's I separate for a third time and simply watch the other two... and watch me, the watcher, myself. I can do this all anyway, for the most part, but it's much more profound on dissociatives. If I've taken a psychedelic in combination with a dis, then the psychedelic allows me to experience being all 3 "me's" simultaneously as a sort of superconscious/hyperconscious entity.

1p-LSD vs "acid" from dealers

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- Thu, 07 May 2020 14:35:18 EST HtxbtlfL No.902823
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So I got acid a few times from a dealer and the experience was fun but very basic even with several tabs taken, not very insightful, however I got some 1p-LSD and the trip was much more like the exciting mind-blowing experiences i've had on shrooms and 2cb and nos and ket combined etc, whereas the acid from dealers is more visual and streaks

Maybe a basic bitch question but, so it's not actual LSD i get off the street, what do you think it is, and is real LSD very hard to get a hold of or something? I don't think it was 25i as i didn't have the physical effects assosiated with it

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Sophie Cangerstock - Sat, 30 May 2020 03:30:07 EST 4Qj09MSu No.903397 Reply
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Everyone disagrees with you. Literally everyone.

So maybe you should go drink a nice glass of H2O2, it’s just water right?, it has h2o in it see, it’s water you noobs!

YOU also mentioned yourself earlier in the thread that the trips are not the same, now you’re saying the opposite? Hah.

Regarding the prodrug argument, 4-ACO-DMT was thought to be a prodrug of 4-ho-dmt. In recent years there’s been a lot of speculation that it is also active in its own right (and seeing as how it hits damn near instantly if you snort it, I agree).

There’s other pro/drugs that do not have the full package of effects that their metabolite does if you took that on its own. For example, Butanediol metabolizes into GHB. but If you take it, the effect profile is not identical to GHB.
Wanna throw a tantrum over that as well ?
Hugh Wennerforth - Sat, 30 May 2020 08:43:41 EST 337IwFP3 No.903402 Reply
Your argument pretty much boils down to "I like to be cavalier with what I call acid, so therefore it's actually all acid". You personally not being able to tell any difference and being fine with referring to it all as acid is all idiosyncratic, not the the truth of reality.

Like others have said, nobody here actually agrees with you. it'd be like if you just referred to PCP analogs with the blanket term "PCP" because it's all PCP, or calling methamphetamine (or 2-FA, 4-FA, 2-FMA , or 4-FMA) amphetamine because it's just an additional methyl group or a fluorine atom in different positions on the aromatic ring. The reason this is foolish is because analogs, despite often being similar in experience and effects, can produce significantly different qualitative differences in the experience too. Meth is pretty similar to amps, but causes enough difference in feeling and effects that I can tell. 2-FA is pretty similar to amps, but much shorter in duration iirc and still feels a bit different, and 4-FA is quite a bit different because of how serotonergic it is. Same goes for the PCP analogs. 3-MeO-PCP is apparently extremely similar to vanilla PCP, but 4-MeO-PCP is completely different feeling (being much closer to a generic dissociative crossed with a very clean version of DXM).

So I mean yeah, nigga, you're just basically being really imprecise with what you call acid and are trying to convince us all it makes sense even though it doesn't outside of a very limited social context (talking about acid very generally with friends or drug dealers or whatever). The entire discussion the thread was made for is to figure out why OP gets different experiences from what's maybe LSD-25 and from 1P-LSD, so being precise with what we call acid is basically a necerssity for there to be any meaningful discussion. You're just being either oddly over defensive of your nonsensical criteria for what you call acid, or you're aut1stic.

worst trip?

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- Fri, 29 May 2020 22:58:02 EST 6oQ8Uuii No.903384
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what's the worst experience you have had with LSD (or what you thought was LSD)? have you ever had a panic attack while tripping?

>be me
>have done acid 3 times before
>decide to trip with friends, close friend has acid
>go to the beach
>friend starts crying
>anxiety takes over
>think friends dog is a monster
>think I am a caveman
>take off clothes
>somehow fall into a ditch that leads to a tunnel
>follow the light
>fall out of tunnel onto the beach
>break 11 bones, back, hip, arm, heels, etc
>by the time people found me it was dark and the tide was coming up
>6 months later and I'm still recovering
Hugh Wennerforth - Sat, 30 May 2020 00:56:20 EST 337IwFP3 No.903385 Reply
I've only used what I was reasonably certain was LSD about 20 or 30 times, and all very recently. Honestly I've had few bad experiences with hallucinogens in general, and most involve the use of dissociativies (either because 3-meo-pcp was so easy to overdo things on and I seem to have a high susceptibility to experiencing psychotic breaks or at least the symptoms of psychosis from using dopaminergic dissociatives that also act as high affinity sigma 1 receptor agonists like 3-meo and DXM, or I took DXM on several other substances, some of which is medicine, and they all act as substrates or potent inhibitors of CYP2D6 and I wound up getting moderate serotonin syndrome as a result).

Going forward knowing that, my worst experience isn't even one i really even classify ss a bad experience. I just have a bad habit of taking some when I get it rather than waiting and just taking a bunch on the weekend like I always plan to(work at a factory and my dealer works with me). The only two times it didn't actually improve the time I had at work, I had redosed probably at the wrong time and I wound up getting a little too confused about what I was doing and needed to be doing than I really found acceptable or desirable in hindsight. The only real time I can think of, I had gotten acid from my guy for the first time and was also taking it at work fo rthe first time, and they brought a new hire over for me to train just an hour or two after peaking. I coould think and plan ahead fine, but I couldn't talk worth a shit, so I kept stopping mid-sentence and telling the guy hold on a minute so I could stay caught up and let me think of collect my thoughts about what I was trying to say. Happened until about 3/4 through the 11 hour shift (and started at about 1/3 through it... training the guy, I mean). Normally I always know what to tell people when training them because some how I always get stuck on the jobs that new hires get selected for those particular nights, so I've trainined like 12 people on various jobx now and I'm usually great about knowing exactly what things would mess me up, or what things would probably mess somebody new up since I still learn new jobs and already know about 13 or 14 and have a pretty good mental model of how everything fits together on the entire line.

Luckily, despite being potentially moved to different jobs throughout the job night, I know all the ones I'm good at really well, usually having done them for at least 3-7 months straight at the very least (and that I'd actually get moved to, for that same reason) so well that I don't have to rely on thinking about what I'm doing even a little bit while working. All I need to do, I just stop thinking about it and my body takes control and knows what it needs to in order to do the job correctly. It's great for achieving some awesome flow states, especially during moments where I've got to go fast as fuck to keep the line running because something happened. That's why, if you plan to take psychedelics during work, you either need a job with no responsibility or work at all, or one at a factory where you've literally performed the same actions hundreds of thousands, if not millions of times.


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- Fri, 29 May 2020 11:57:19 EST wZ2GeP2x No.903378
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Is it safe to use dmt if you have just stopped taking Escitalopram/Lexapro only a few days ago? Or is it best to wait a month or so?
James Tootgold - Fri, 29 May 2020 15:35:28 EST ol3lKwZ/ No.903379 Reply
I'd bet it's safe, but I'm not 100% positive. Maybe less effects, but vaped dmt on it's own is very safe.
Hugh Wennerforth - Sat, 30 May 2020 01:11:51 EST 337IwFP3 No.903387 Reply
As long as you don't combine it with anything else serotonergic, you should be fine. Even if it does cause serotonin syndrome, DMT is such a short acting drug when vaped that the symptoms it could cause would dissipate entirely within an hour.
Walter Clerringshit - Sat, 30 May 2020 07:03:42 EST wZ2GeP2x No.903399 Reply
Cool, thank you for the responses guys.

Trip Report: Took a Heroic Dose and Met Dr. God

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- Sat, 30 May 2020 01:16:27 EST wvXzWO3M No.903388
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My first heroic dose, about 8gs, I cock-blocked by taking Benzos and SSRIs. It was an okay trip. I felt good, some joy, some euphoria, but no visuals or personal reflection. A few years later, a family friend came over to trip on some mystery strain of mushrooms. He hoped to have a really good, healing trip on his heroic dose of 5gs. After purging, he had a great 2 hour trip with no come down. My friend experienced hands coming down and healing his brain while a space goddess stood behind him and projected maternal love. He couldn't see the goddess but he could feel her presence, the same way he felt the hands healing him. Then a spaceship entered the living room and he was off exploring the stars.

Sounded cool as fuck. Decided I wanted to try another heroic dose. It had been a few years since the first one, I had experimented with small and micro-doses of shrooms, some acid here and there, so I figured hey, maybe God is in the mushrooms. I had read up and believe in the healing nature of mushrooms: the whole it rewires your brain and shit. If anything, the trip would maybe help ease some depression. I had not done any research into Terrence McKenna and his advice regarding how to trip on heroic doses. I actually had no idea who the dude was until I did some research like... Two days ago? To better understand my experience. So I originally went into this thinking, I'll trip and my brain will go BABABABABAHAAAAHAHAAHAUUUUGH and tadah! New neural pathway that might help me feel better, hooray!

But then I did some more research... And I freaked myself out. I started second guessing my motives: isn't this shit sacred to some shamans or something? Like the toads or DMT is? Shamans don't fuck with this shit unless they need to like... Heal someone who is really sick and only the plants know what's up... If I take this shit for "fun", what if I have a bad time? Dude, what if I fuck up my brain? Holy shit, I better fucking rethink why the fuck I am gonna trip on 7 flipping gs!

For a week I agonized over my motives and finally settled on: If I meet healing hands and space goddess like my friend did, I'll ask them to please give me the knowledge to heal my husband. To guide me by maybe showing me images of shit I have to do, medicine I need to look up, maybe the faces of doctors who knew their shit, I dunno, some fucking mushroom-space-deity knowledge that my smol human brain had shoved so far up my pineal gland that only this trip was going to be able to extract it. I told my friend and husband the thought I would be bringing into the trip. My husband said sure but don't be surprised you forget while tripping, 7gs is a lot. My friend just laughed and said I would be so on it I would probably be unable to string together a sentence, let alone focus on what "motivation" I had convinced myself to take into the trip. I chilled out, still was going to ask the space goddess for healing advice. But I also accepted the trip might just be boo boo and predictable, that I'll feel like crying and laughing at the same time for like 4 hours, and then cry like a bitch while I come down, some sweats, no visuals, the end.
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Ernest Grandcocke - Sat, 30 May 2020 01:19:13 EST wvXzWO3M No.903391 Reply
And I let go. But not the "aha, I am suddenly super chill and accept this, haha, here we goooooo!" I, instead, released all my pent up rage. I wailed and felt my rage rush out of me like a torrent. I drowned and suffocated and felt crushed and destroyed by my rage as I let it go. In this weird triage, where the nurses were pulling at some shit on my arm, and God stepped out of the room to give me a moment, I just let my rage take over and finally run it's course. When my husband came up to check on me, a half hour had passed since I peaked. In this mushroom triage room, I first heard his laugh cut through the rage. The ocean of rage I was drowning in suddenly lightened. As his laughter registered in my head, a rush or euphoria came over me. I began to chant my husband's name, followed by "I love you" over and over again. With each "I love you", the rage subsided and my room was filled with a delicious, warm, wonderful feeling, a mix of euphoria, heartache, desperation, fucking love. I heard my husband climb the stairs and it felt like the nurses and the doctor were expecting him. In my headspace, I heard-felt them say, "Alright, it's time to let the husband in. Open the door."

When my husband entered the room, my eyes opened and I was no longer in lime-green triage. Looking around, I recognized that I was back in my purple painted bedroom. In the dim light, the curtain was no longer a mess of scribbles, back to its normal tie-dye self. But, as my husband got into bed with me to give me cuddles, I felt in my headspace that I was also in my personalized hospital room. A weird feeling came over me as I looked at my bedroom and felt like yeah, this is where I am going to get sick, be treated by doctors, maybe have all my end-of-life-services performed here... This is, has been, and will be in the future, my hospital room. I will visit this room many times. Cool, welcome husband, to my hospital room!

The fear that I felt in lime-green triage also changed. When the door flew open, my bedroom suddenly brightened up, as if my husband was some crazy spiritual light cutting through the darkness. I felt the nurses smile and giggle and be delighted at the sight of my husband entering the room. The golden light from earlier had changed shape too and I felt it too take great joy at seeing my husband, more so than the nurses or even I personally felt at that moment, as if relieved that my husband showed up to comfort me. I felt like I was experiencing three different levels of love for my husband when he entered my room.

"Hey baby... I'm in the hospital..."

"... You are?" my husband asked me, "You okay?"

"Yeah... The nurses..." I tried to explain. And here is where I started to doubt my trip. I couldn't SEE the nurses, with my eyeballs, the way you see this text in front of your eyeballs right now. But I felt and could perceive, in my mind's eye, the presence of the nurses working on me. Was I just tripping out and making up feelings, emotions, presences, while I tripped? Or were those bitches really there, some space beings fucking using mushrooms to travel and communicate in my head? Riddled with confusion at what I was seeing in reality but feeling in my head, I stammered out, "They put some shit on me and I hate it."

My husband smiled and cuddled me and said, "That's okay. They're just doing their job right now. You're healing."

And I started ugly sobbing again, "But I don't want it!" I wailed, "I want you to get better!"
Ernest Grandcocke - Sat, 30 May 2020 01:20:11 EST wvXzWO3M No.903392 Reply
My husband spent the next few minutes calming me down and reassuring me that it was going to be alright, I wasn't going to trip forever, and to just experience it for what it was. I let him hold me and closed my eyes, weird images popping up in my tripping head. I began to give form, or maybe they took on avatars to give form to themselves, I don't fucking know, to the scary nurses. I swear, with my back turned to them, I could sense them moving and pulling and prodding at whatever shit they had hooked up to my arm. In my mind's eye, they wore maroon scrubs, had blacked out, blurry faces, but each nurse had a different type of hair style. One was blond and had a pony tail, the other was a red head with curls, etc. The poking and prodding, however, was scary as fuck and had me hiding in my husband's chest for a while. But the nurses didn't give me a sense that they were upset or angry or malicious. They seemed to be projecting genuine concern, a little bit of banter and teasing against my silly childish fear of them, towards me. They just wanted to help but understood that they were also a little scary. I imagined, or was projected into me, I dunno, another image. This one of a wonderful, loving, amazing figure sitting behind a nurse's station.

"So..." my husband asked, "What does God look like?"

The inside of my head suddenly exploded with laughter. A huge, wonderful, booming laughter that brought tears of joy to my eyes. He was like Klaus, like Santa Claus, wonderful and bigger than anything ever! I started to laugh myself and managed to choke out, "God, please, please forgive me for how am I about to describe you. I am only human, oh God, husband, He's laughing at me!"

"What? He's what?" my husband asked me to clarify.

"He's laughing at me!" I said, for the first time acknowledging that maybe this laughter totally was separate from me, "I'm a little girl again, trying to describe God in my little girl terms, and He's laughing because it's just so cute! It's so wonderful!" I laughed some more, "He's saying "Yes! Tell him! Tell my son what I look like, please!" He just loves it!"

Dude, I am so sorry that I am making it sound like I spoke for God. I totally did not want to feel that during the trip either. But it felt right to describe whatever the fuck I was FEELING in my head in this manner. It wasn't "I'm SAYING" it's "HE'S SAYING TO ME!"

"Well, what does he look like then?"

"... God..." I struggled for so long with embarrassment. God forgive me still for this, "God... Has a BIG GLASS HEAD!" I finally blurted out.

And this is when I had my 2nd legit, physically before my eyes visual that night. My husband broke out laughing and as he did so, the shadows suddenly enclosed his mouth and formed a cartoon crocodile maw. His shadow crocodile mouth opened and closed comically as he laughed. He embraced me and I felt every single fiber of his arm muscles tighten around me. When I ran my hands across his arms, they felt twice as large as they normally did. Running my hand down his back, I imagined him being enormous, as if he had grown to the size of Alex Louis Armstrong from Full Metal Alchemist. While I was no longer laughing, inside my head, there was so much laughter and joy at my description of God's big ol' glass head.

This is what God looked like, in my head: An enormous glass head, almost comically so, with a cartoon shine on the left side. The glass head reflected no images or colors, it was just... Shiny. The body, however, attached to this glass head was that of some normie doctor. A male body, with the blue scrubs, the white coat, the stethoscope around his neck, and a little plastic badge that, when I squinted my brain eyes, read Doctor God.
Ernest Grandcocke - Sat, 30 May 2020 01:20:42 EST wvXzWO3M No.903393 Reply
Dr. God, taking great joy at my description, entered the room. And it genuinely felt like He entered room, the same way a real human doctor enters the room to greet their patient for the first time. However, as Dr. God left His nurse's station and entered the room, He seemed to spread His arms and shout with joy, "I'm so glad to see you! I'm so glad to FINALLY meet YOU!" and His enormous arms scooped my husband and I up. He embraced us like a father embraces his children, and in my head, my husband and I were toddlers again, with God Papa nuzzling and cuddling us and laughing all the while. When He laughed, Dr. God's whole body shook, my whole body shook, and the world seemed to laugh with Him. And a wonderful sense of relief came over me when I heard Him laugh, as if I had been pining for it since the day I was born. I felt Dr. God set us down and take a seat at the edge of our bed. He turned His glass head and looked over His shoulder at us, smiling, delighted to see His Creation and hear what His Creation thought of Him. Whenever my husband asked me to clarify some detail of His dress, Dr. God laughed and laughed and patted my head. I felt so small, I felt so little, I felt like I was 5 again, whenever I thought of Dr. God. I explained to my husband that Dr. God had these enormous hands. Huge, worker's hands, with thick veins and wrinkles, callouses and scars. Dr. God's hands were so huge that if He held yours, you'd be a newborn again, barely able to wrap your little fingers around Dr. God's thumb.

When I thought of and described these images, I felt my heart swell. Joy and euphoria would fill me up, my cup of love would flow over, and I would cry and cry, just so happy, just so delighted, just so honored to be allowed to feel these emotions. They didn't feel like my emotions, the love and joy felt like it was being projected into me from another source. When I turned to look at my husband, I would feel this strange paternal love for Him, even though I have felt maternal love for my husband sometimes and, I'm not a father, I don't think I would know what that felt like. But when I looked at my husband, my chest swelled with pride. "My son..." I would hear Dr. God murmur in my head, "Oh my son, I am so happy... I finally get to see you, my son..."

"... Man," my husband sighed, "I always wondered what God wanted me to do..."

And in my head, Dr. God reached over and grabbed my husband again, swept him up in an embrace and seemed to say, "Oh, my boy! My son, don't you see! You are everything I wanted. My boy, I am so proud! My son, be you! I just want you to be YOU!"

Dr. God barely talked to me. I felt emotions and saw images in my head space but Dr. God didn't speak to me directly the way He seemed to want to speak to my husband. There was a sense of desperation and relief from Dr. God, as if He had been waiting so, so LONG to finally meet my husband. Turning to look at my husband, I saw my third and last visual of the night. As my husband chatted with me about this crazy glass head Dr. God, I saw white dandelion seeds sudden pop up, spin and twirl, before popping back out of existence near his head. A little blue mushroom also bloomed into existence, spun in place and as it did so, its cap twirled like a lady’s skirt, before pop! Disappearing back into the darkness.

As we cuddled, Dr. God projected just waves of contentment and bliss, "Love my son," He seemed to sigh, "Love my son... Love each other, little sister... Love him, love him, love him..."

I basked in the love and joy for a while before the conversation turned. We began to discuss our concerns about a close friend of ours who recently began to recover from journey of absolute self-destruction. Dr. God's love seemed to transform in that moment. Instead of the sweet, gentle, euphoric love I was feeling before, the love became tinged with anger. Dr. God's enormous hands seemed to shake, as if His entire being was filling up and becoming overwhelmed by this angry, powerful love. It then felt like Dr. God projected another image in my head, this one anchored to reality. In my mind's eye, I could see our friend walking down the sidewalk, hunched over, as if in great pain. He was walking alone in the darkness. And Dr. God seemed to say, "Do you know what I want to do for my son?&quo…
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A question of how far LSD takes you

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- Wed, 20 May 2020 17:46:47 EST 9dcIEUt0 No.903135
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Now just for some bg,
i've had outerbody experiences with ketamine, 2cb, shrooms, lsd, nitrus - had amazing times on LSD

However with LSD it's been great but never anything that's really taken me "out" there like other experiences, apart from ONCE when i took two pills of 1p-LSD and it gave me that "third eye" look on the universe

So, i've taken 500microgram trips

They're good but, what happens when you go higher?
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Doris Snodbanks - Fri, 29 May 2020 08:23:02 EST KYqV2/6k No.903376 Reply

Fair enough. It's something I'm definitely afraid of for sure. Mostly because I know a kid who got it severely and he is fuckin f r i e d now. He took MDMA with SSRI's though I believe so no wonder.
Runes - Fri, 29 May 2020 16:04:11 EST Akvjf1KZ No.903381 Reply
From my experience LSD has phenomenal power to take you IN rather than out. I mean that in the most profound sense possible. Sometimes you go too deep inside as well and you don't think you can deal with it, but it's what you needed to see/experience
James Tootgold - Fri, 29 May 2020 18:57:54 EST ol3lKwZ/ No.903382 Reply
>I mean that in the most profound sense possible
For a split second there I actually took what you wrote at face value and it was as if Goku started gathering the energy of all living things for that spirit bomb ball thing, but then I realized you are bluffing so instead of exploding like a supernova just to understand what you have written I wrote this meaningless response instead. Cheers for the effort though.


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- Thu, 28 May 2020 23:57:10 EST RIa+n2TT No.903368
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Preparing 12 more jars of grain spawn. Which should I do next?

I have z strain, Ecuadorian, Golden mammoth, and treasure coast. Looking to split 2 syringes between 12 jars, I currently have a couple jars of B+ coming along very nicely that i plan on using for g2g transfer
Charlotte Gobbleman - Fri, 29 May 2020 10:22:59 EST zCS5uZfH No.903377 Reply
If you're starting from spores it's a crapshoot either way, so it doesn't matter. Do G2G from those two jars onto the other 12, that way at least it'll colonize faster.
James Tootgold - Fri, 29 May 2020 15:36:50 EST ol3lKwZ/ No.903380 Reply
z and ecuadorian are fast colonizers AFAIR so those would be best in terms of success rate esp for g2g.

Nofap and tripping

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- Fri, 24 Apr 2020 18:50:44 EST tq8LKnPw No.902592
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Alright I have a hunch that nofap i.e. less masturbation will make for stronger trips, and will be testing out my theory later today. I've already had more vivid dreams. I think it'll work, either way I have placebo on my side.

The mechanism would be a greater availability or sensitisation of neurotransmitters or something.
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Emma Fecklewodge - Thu, 28 May 2020 05:03:05 EST 0ebQq8gv No.903341 Reply
Well one of the authors points is that PMO (porn masturbation orgasm) is not actually pleasurable, and that its evil and you're brainwashed if you do it. And what happens is like a daily caffeine user having his first coffee of the day - part of the reason why it feels so good is because its reversing the withdrawal from yesterday. So he says porn and jerking just feel good because it counters the withdrawal you've built up from the porn addiction. Though personally my big problem though is that I don't have a WOMAN. Porn wouldn't be a problem if I did. I know this partly because when I've had women, it hasn't been.

Yes I'm OP
James Blatherman - Thu, 28 May 2020 21:54:03 EST Ht0tY+Ja No.903367 Reply
>Well one of the authors points is that PMO (porn masturbation orgasm) is not actually pleasurable, and that its evil and you're brainwashed if you do it. And what happens is like a daily caffeine user having his first coffee of the day - part of the reason why it feels so good is because its reversing the withdrawal from yesterday. So he says porn and jerking just feel good because it counters the withdrawal you've built up from the porn addiction.

hmm okay interesting. I feel the same way about this. I guess it might be worth reading.
Emma Greenfield - Fri, 29 May 2020 04:00:26 EST 0ebQq8gv No.903370 Reply

So he questions what you said about being to weak or not having enough willpower to stop. And he recommends against the "willpower method".

shroomie shroom shroomsters

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- Thu, 21 May 2020 15:44:32 EST pRKYMzd4 No.903166
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I think I've come to see that I don't really like mushrooms.
I don't like how they smell AT ALL
I don't like how they taste (eww to the max)
But most of allllll

I don't like how they FEEL
I have a sensitive stomach (yes I know get over it - in daily sober life I can handle, but sensitive tripping state all twined out makes it harder)
I don't like this constant please-puke energy, I don't like the unnerving feeling, the restless energy that doesn't want to walk anywhere.
I only do shrooms anyway because acid left me a bit cold, like an unwanted orphan, the last few times. And it was just mindless energy nothing positive but also not inherently negative just frustrating. And lucy has too long of legs. But shrooms are very uncomfortable. It's not telling me anything, not trying to resolve anything - at most it's a "stop searching for highs" message. Maybe that in itself is useful, sure. I'm definitely done tripping for a good while. But i don't understand - trips used to feel welcoming, loving, at-home. This is just distant, cold, scientific - I'm analyzing it too much also but the scientist in me isn't a side I can just shut off anymore.

Tl:dr I think I just am not a shrooomey kinda fellow. Sorry aztecs
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Frederick Follerchut - Mon, 25 May 2020 18:19:16 EST 9VefBD3I No.903282 Reply
release the puke energy
Polly Shakebury - Thu, 28 May 2020 10:37:05 EST vIkASsI/ No.903344 Reply
that sounds very nice, i think tripping on chocolate has to be the epitome of comfy
yes and that is the >current plan
eww puke energy, sounds like the plot of a bad anime

Possible to just have a high tolerance?

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- Mon, 25 May 2020 20:18:47 EST Tvb9+y7m No.903286
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Is it possible to simply have a high tolerance to psychedelics? I've only ever had one real trip a few years ago, but have taken mushrooms some 20 times in the years since then and only experienced a moderate high (no visualizations, just more intense color). I got different mushrooms recently after being out for some months and had the same experience at 5g of this "super strong" strain (penis envy wtf). My dealer told me that everyone else who has tried it has loved it. I had a similar experience with a 100mcg LSD dose as well.

So am I just lacking in some serotonin receptors or something? Bunk mushrooms? I'm rather a newbie with psychedlics, so I'd appreciate any input.
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Augustus Dengerdale - Tue, 26 May 2020 16:49:29 EST ol3lKwZ/ No.903309 Reply
MOST CUBENSIS ARE THE SAME IN POTENCY FOR THE MOST PART. Yeah some people just need more to trip. I am one of them. But never underestimate psys. Never take more than twice of what you have already done. In case of lsd and other synth that means every batch. If you want to reliably trip your balls off you may take 7-8 grams of mushrooms. If that's not it then 10-13 and at that point even if you don't knock on the gates of heaven you will surely trip which is what you are looking for, m'irite?
Esther Worthingforth - Wed, 27 May 2020 12:00:49 EST aYWUsX88 No.903317 Reply
Get the fuck out of here
Wesley Climmlesot - Thu, 28 May 2020 14:58:22 EST ol3lKwZ/ No.903352 Reply
relative to weed let's just say.

Cubes are much more the same in potency. Strains barely matter at all. Freshly picked mushrooms of similar size will be of similar potency in new york as they are in Beijing. Experiences vary wildly unlike with weed, but potency is more or less the same. I'm not newfagging here + I've grown mushrooms at least 4 or 5 times.

Research Chemicals

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- Wed, 20 May 2020 23:59:46 EST kTqKlmBh No.903145
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How likely is that lsd analog from RC is going to get caught?
Should i mail it directly to my address and name? How safe is it?
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Gnardmaester Chungus - Sat, 23 May 2020 14:31:54 EST 9XyRCa2i No.903239 Reply
Always use your real name and address. This may seem counterintuitive but USPS knows who lives where. If you give a fake name you are far more likely to raise a flag. You're better off hiding in plain sight.

The responsibility is on the vendor to hide the drugs properly. The responsibility is on you to find a good vendor.
Molly Deddlesun - Wed, 27 May 2020 13:52:18 EST hWQu+uvD No.903320 Reply
Get them while you can. The Netherlands has a bill to ban RC's and it will kill most of that market. It was delayed a bit because of vornavirus, but by the end of the year, lysergamides and arylcyclohexylamine analogues will mostly be gone.
Fanny Girringstodge - Thu, 28 May 2020 04:20:07 EST v7KU5uSC No.903340 Reply
I have ordered lysergamide RCs directly to my address with my real name and have never been caught.

The Fifth Element

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- Thu, 30 Apr 2020 23:15:20 EST mlBgQkiX No.902689
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The Fifth dimension is of pocket dimensions.
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Ernest Mummerfield - Thu, 14 May 2020 12:07:28 EST zCS5uZfH No.902988 Reply
I think that's better than modern web design, where they use thin dark gray fonts on light gray backgrounds.
Sophie Wugglewill - Thu, 14 May 2020 14:15:34 EST 337IwFP3 No.902990 Reply
I agree. Not sure what anon's issue is. It's easy to make out what's being represented and isn't particularly harsh on the eyes.

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