Comparing DMT to DMT-n-Oxide

Most of the information I've come across states that DMT-n-Oxide is the less potent younger brother of proper n,n-DMT. In my experience, n-Oxide is actually quite a bit different than DMT with quite pronounced differences. I'd like to share those differences from my various DMT and DMT-n-Oxide sessions.

First things first. Most the info out there about DMT-n-Oxide pretty much just states that it takes a little longer to hit you than DMT, it lasts longer, and it's less potent. These first two points are dead on, and the last one is true but it should also be mentioned that the experiences are quite different. DMT feels more transcendent, like the experience is far beyond what a psychedelic traditionally offers. DMT-n-Oxide feels like a more classic psychedelic experience, like the peek of a shroom trip all sped up and fed through your brain in five minutes.

I'll concede that the DMT experience is stronger, but I think calling DMT-n-Oxide a less potent version of DMT is wrong. DMT will really sweep the rug out from under you, and you'll be left wondering what the hell just happened and where you are. You may find yourself in some place that does not exist, with no attachment to physical reality. What happens there is very hard to remember since it happens so fast, and pretty soon your back, riding out gentle waves of energy until the whole experience is over. For me, the return to baseline is complete after five to ten minutes from returning to reality. The DMT experience has incredibly convincing, true hallucinations. Wherever you go, whatever happens, feels very real and very powerful.

DMT-n-Oxide has a much gentler come up. It feels a lot like ayahuasca, but of course sped up. I'll close my eyes and see a distant visual construct approaching. Pretty soon it overtakes me and the experience really begins. This consists of merging with a tremendous energy field and witnessing incredible visions. These visions are a lot like a shroom peak, but generally they morph faster and in more complex ways. Also, I can look around and change the perspective of the visions, something that I don't recall being able to do on either shrooms or LSD. This gives the space a very 3-D aspect. These visions can be greatly appreciated since the peak experience lasts at least twice as long as DMT. The come-down is much more gradual, with maybe fifteen minutes of light tripping followed by a half hour of gentle, relaxed euphoria.

The dose-response curve is a lot different than DMT as well. It's pretty linear. If you take twice as much, you'll get about twice as high. With DMT, the dose-response curve has a discontinuity somewhere around 30-75 milligrams, depending on the individual. This is the breakthrough point, where the response is so much more intense the effects hardly resemble those of a lower dose. DMT-n-Oxide probably has a breakthrough point as well, but I haven't found it yet. It would take the proverbial fourth toke to find it, and perhaps even the fifth and sixth toke as well. It doesn't seem necessary though, since this sub-breakthrough space is so much more interesting and long-lasting than a sub-breakthrough DMT trip.

What's also interesting about DMT-n-Oxide is that you can get farther on a sub-breakthrough trip than with DMT. After a certain point DMT completely changes character on you, and you are in for quite an multidimensional ride. That limit can be surpassed with DMT-n-Oxide without the breakthrough, so you can explore the sub-breakthrough experience only now it's roughly twice, three, or four times as interesting and intense, dosage allowing. DMT-n-Oxide seems to pick up where DMT leaves off, and believe me, there is a lot there to see and experience.

Overall, I'd say DMT-n-Oxide has a much more recreational vibe to it, as in it's something of a casual drug experience. It's something you might be able to jump into and trip hard and come back with a very smooth afterglow. DMT however is something more like a portal to another galaxy. It's more suited for exploration, and will generally leave you a bit shaken up and with a head full of questions.

jwh-018 and nitrous

I've been toying with various methods of dosing jwh-018 orally, since I don't like smoking very much. Recently I dropped 5 milligrams of jwh-018 in isopropyl alcohol solution onto fifty sugarcubes. Unfortunately, these just weren't active at all. My guess was the jwh-018 needed to be dissolved in a fatty substance to increase it's absorption in my gut, which should sound familiar if anyone has ever cooked with cannibinoids before. I tried adding a cube a hot cocoa, but the fat in the milk didn't help.

I needed to do something with all these sugarcubes, so I decided to make caramel, which has a high fat content. I looked up a recipe online and got to work. About twenty minutes later, I had some tasty looking caramel. I let it cool and then cut it into approximately fifty cubes, so that each caramel cube would contain roughly the desired dose of 5 milligrams. Taking the very smallest cube I could find, I decided to test my handiwork and gauge the potency. It tasted pretty good!

The initial effects hit me really quickly. I've dosed jwh-018 orally before, but my normal method involves dissolving it in vegetable oil and pouring it in a gel cap. This delays the onset of the high at least a half hour, and from there the comeup is pretty gradual. I guess I was expecting a similar gradual lift off, but that's not what I got. It was actually pretty surprising, and at first I didn't recognize the effects as being stoned. We're talking about five minutes from sober to first alerts, which is remarkably fast for an orally ingested compound. I could feel the effects building rapidly, and I decided I needed something to ease myself into the experience. I grabbed my whipped cream maker and loaded it with three canisters of nitrous.

I inhaled the nitrous over the next minute or so, and experienced the incredible bliss that is nitrous. When I came back, the jwh-018 had kicked into overdrive. It felt less like marijuana and more like LSD. I had strong trails and some strange open-eyed visuals. The shadows on the wall didn't have a smooth outline, and instead were pixelated, like an old nintendo game. I decided to do some more nitrous. I loaded my whipped cream maker with two canisters and inhaled deeply.

The effects built extremely rapidly, with an exponentially-increasing euphoric body high that grew so intense I couldn't contain it. All I could do was lay in complete submission to this incredible sensation. I found myself floating in a warm, red vertical sea of pixelated fractal patterns. The sensation seemed so much more than just a physical feeling. It seemed to have meaning. It felt spiritual. I was completely overwhelmed with this powerful force and could do nothing at all but lay humbled before it. It occurred to me that this was the most basic state of being, and that everything we feel and experience is just an obscuring surface layer to our true nature.

I slowly came back, and I felt amazing. I put the nitrous away, since it's too easy to go through an entire box without realizing it. I was pretty high, but the effects seemed trivial compared to the nitrous experience. Since I didn't really expect to trip, the nitrous certainly took the edge off. I had very noticeable time dilation, but this slowly faded over the next half hour. For the next two hours, I was supremely baked. The experience lasted the rest of the night and I woke up mildly stoned.

I am very happy with my jwh-018 caramels. They are quite potent and fast acting, which should allow me to better titrate my dose in the future. I'll just eat a quarter of a caramel every five to ten minutes until I'm at just the right level.

I've tried jwh-018 many different ways. So far, this has produced the most enjoyable results.

Attempting to Inhale DMT via Nitrous Dispenser

Here's a weird experiment: dissolve DMT in a suitable, edible solvent, pour into a whipped cream dispenser, charge with nitrous, shake, and inhale. Will the DMT form tiny little droplets as in a nebulizer and make it to the lungs? Or will it just squirt into your mouth and taste like ass?

The answer? A little of both.

For this experiment, I took a little bit of DMT freebase and dissolved it in tequila. Only some of it dissolved, leaving little clumps on the side of the glass. I poured the tequila into my whipped cream dispenser and loaded it up with nitrous. I inhaled and tasted sweet nitrous gas at first, then a blast of tequila-flavored air, then a mouthful of tequila liquid. Tequila + DMT tastes incredibly foul, so I spit this out.

The experience started as a standard nitrous trip, which came and went as those sorts of things tend to do. Over the next few minutes, I noticed a lingering buzz that I assumed was nitrous after affects. I found it hard to do simple manual tasks, and everything appeared much brighter. To me, this felt very similar to some of the milder DMT effects. This state lasted approximately eight minutes, then gradually faded.

I consider this experiment a success, but with some caveats. First, it is difficult to dissolve DMT. This of course leads to loss of product. Second, there is some technique to getting just alcohol vapor and not liquid, which if not mastered will result in further loss of product. Unfortunately I have not mastered it, and unlikely to because of the third and final caveat: The onset of nitrous far precedes that of the DMT, so there is no synergy between the two. The nitrous comes and goes followed by a more gradual DMT buildup.

So, why did the DMT take so long to set in? I have two guesses. One of them is that the DMT particles are far larger than vaporized DMT, which would probably have a negative effect on absorption. The next is that perhaps this experiment didn't work at all, and the DMT effects were due to sub lingual absorption from the solution hitting my mouth. I don't know how to differentiate between the two, so we'll just leave it at that.

Low Dose 2c-i

I decided to test a new batch of recently procured 2c-i. I had no idea if this was actually 2c-i, since all white powders look the same, more or less. The best approach was to take a very small dose, one that would be within a safe range if I had accidentally received something like DOI instead. Since the police confiscated my milligram scale a while back, I had to use a less accurate scale and liquid measurement to dose. Using the scale, I verified that I had received the expected mass of compound, which I then diluted in an appropriate amount of distilled water. I then used a volumetric measuring device (a quarter-teaspoon) to separate an amount of liquid containing approximately 3 mg's of compound. I further diluted this and consumed a little less than half, so my dose was around 1.5 mg's. I took this on an empty stomach, having skipped breakfast.

I first started feeling the effects after about twenty minutes. I felt alert, with a positive shift in my mood. I had been internetting all morning, and now felt the need to get up and start doing something active. I sat outside for a while, allowing introspective thoughts to flow. This reminded me of a very smooth coke experience. Unlike coke, this wasn't a violent roller-coaster ride of highs and lows coupled with drug and cigarette fiending and overbearing ego tripping. There was a steady, energetic euphoria coupled with a flow of ideas and abstract thought. This would be perfect for conversations, but I imagine it could create a case of motor-mouth syndrome, but nothing as bad as cocaine.

Being alone with my thoughts, I decided it was best to go on a walk. I grabbed my ipod and left the house, wandering my neighborhood. I was very upbeat, smiling towards strangers and taking in the world with an eager curiosity. I wanted to explore! I gravitated towards a nearby creek, which I explored for a couple of hours. I was amazed at the beautiful plants, rocks, and animals. The effects peaked at some point, after which the positive vibes slowly tapered off. I was still energized, but I was beginning to get hungry, so I returned home and ate. I came down softly and was only mildly space out for the rest of the day.

This experience surprised me in how stimulating a small dose of 2c-i could be. I went in to this very cautious, since one can never be sure what they are actually receiving from RC vendors. Despite my conservative dose, the experience was very worthwhile and quite a bit of fun. It was definitely not visual at this dose, but it certainly provoked abstract thinking and curiosity like a good psychedelic should. I've taken much larger doses of 2c-i before, but for some reason I seemed to enjoy this experience just as much. It was very calming, despite the energy, and afterwords it felt as though my brain had needed it. I was in unusually high spirits for a few days, then my mood stabilized into my more usual state.

I'm looking forward to my next experience. I decided that I liked this low dose so much, I wouldn't immediately jump in to a larger dose, despite having determined that this was 2c-i. I want to explore these low dose ranges a little bit longer. My next dose will be the other half of the water, which will be about the same dose. Next I will double this, for 3 mg's. After that, we will see.

My Last DXM Trip

I experimented very briefly with DXM in high school, stopping all use after a particularly wild LSD/DXM experience. For about ten years, that experience was the most profound state of intoxication I had ever reached. I would occasionally reminisce about that experience in particular, and the strange other-worlds DXM conjures. It became clear that some part of me wanted to experience this again, so I began preparations.

I figured it had been long enough to start at square one. I had no idea how DXM would effect my present self, since I've changed considerably in the past decade. I started with a bottle of generic, DXM hbr containing syrup, but my stomach refused to accept it. It seems my body remembers my cough syrup use from a decade ago and is still a little mad at me. So I decided to try something new to me: Delsym. This went down smoothly  and I absolutely loved the long, marijuana-like high. I then decided to try a bottle of Zicam, but I could only manage to down some of it. This experience was sharper, sure, and more visual. I spent the night smoking DMT and was introduced to the obsessive/addictive side of my personality as I kept striving to return to that mixed DXM/DMT space. The details of that experiment will have to wait for another post.

Finally we come to my last DXM trip. I had learned that Zicam tastes absolutely disgusting, and my dose was going to be two and a half bottles this time. I didn't think I could manage it, so I mixed it in a big pan of jello. After work one day, I ate up the entire pan while watching a movie. Each bite had a faint Zicam taste, but if I just swallowed the pieces without chewing the taste was minimal.

About halfway into the movie, my brain felt heavy, warm, and a strange sort of dizzy. I decide to go lay down and listen to music. As I lay there, I could sense a far-off front of intoxication coming my way. I could feel the energy slowly creeping my way. As it got closer, the pitch of the music slowed down considerably. Suddenly, a vision of a drop of water crashing into a crystal clear pond appeared behind closed eyelids, and as it struck the surface, a loud splashing sound was heard. The energy immediately surged within me, taking me from mildly buzzed to a conflagration of strange internal sensation. The music slowed down to an unintelligible static, which was completely disorienting. I couldn't believe how intense this had gotten, and so dissimilar to any previous DXM trip.

I thought of a few calming words and repeated them to myself, something on the lines of, "Just ride this out." It wasn't a negative experience, but it also wasn't positive. It was just so overwhelmingly physical. The body load kept on increasing, pushing me past my previously-held limits of sensory experience. I couldn't believe how strong the buzz kept getting. It was as if the drug was asking me to do something physically impossible, to conform to some shape that was far too narrow for me to fit through. I felt squeeze into this irregular shape, which was very discomforting. I repeated my calming words over and over again, and soon found my mind oddly transformed.

My mind had become a basic computer of sorts. I was only capable of this one thought: "Just ride this out." The phrase wasn't repeated, but burned in to the computer. Great torrents of data flooded into this computer, which were then routed outwards, much of it leaving my head into some psychic field, but some of it looping back on itself and shorting out. It seemed as though this shorting out was preventing me from accessing the higher reasoning portions of my brain. I was stuck as this basic little computer that was transmitting randomly on a psychic frequency.

I have no idea how long this lasted, but it felt like forever. My higher functioning eventually returned, and I was convinced I had reached out and telepathically communicated to everyone I knew. This delusion was completely convincing for the better part of the trip, but eventually I realized this never really happened.

I had strange closed-eye visuals of a stucco wall and a patch of grass. This was an image from my day at work, where I patched up walls at an apartment complex. The place I was in now was dark and ghostly, devoid of any life. I could only stare at this wall or patch of grass, for there was nothing else. This was quite boring. Eventually I discovered I could teleport to other parts of the ghostly apartment complex, which was accomplished by merging with the floor and then re-emerging elsewhere. Unfortunately, all locations were the same, so I was stuck looking at a stucco wall for what felt like hours.

I opened my eyes to discover myself back in my living room. I had wondered from my bedroom into my living room, which I guess was part of the teleportation experience. The world was strongly distorted, with the edges of every object covered in blurry, pink and red fleshy, quivering masses. The digits on my alarm clock were dancing about and changing so as to be unreadable. I concentrated long enough to make out the time. It had only been an hour and a half sense I first lay down! This was some serious time dilation, which was unfortunate considering how boring the trip had become.

I lay down again and returned to the weird ghost world. This lasted for another hour or so, when the trip abruptly changed. I could feel my mind returning to normal, which felt like coming up on a drug. A sobriety drug. Each step along the way amazed me at how distorted the previous stage was. Slowly the boredom slipped away, and I could manage some interesting thoughts.

I'm not sure if the chemical had metabolized into something more interesting or what, but the experience began to feel like a familiar DXM trip. Very detailed and densely-cluttered visuals filled my mind's eye, and I explored this far more living DXM-space. I was in someone's shop, and he seemed to collect and sell just one type of item: these weird little blue knick-knacks. They were animated and flowing all throughout the store, and eventually spread out into the street outside. I flew out into the street and discovered a ghost town. This shop was the only occupied structure here. It occurred to me that this person was the spirit of a deceased, materialistic person. This was his afterlife. He was surrounded by an ocean of worthless junk, and he was all alone. I stayed here for a long time, unable to escape. It was a lonely, dreary place. I was reminded of this place a month later while shopping for some crap at a local Target. It's interesting how similar the two places were. I now think of Target as the Hell for Materialistic Souls.

Slowly the trip faded into a dull buzz and I was able to get some sleep. Looking back, the trip was just intense. It was neither positive or negative, and in many ways boring. I came away with a few interesting ideas, but nothing too profound. I guess the most profound concept was that DXM was death. It was a gateway to the world of the dead, and sometimes you found yourself in the lesser-traveled avenues, where loneliness, boredom, and pointless obsessions ruled the day. It was not a place I wanted to return to.

This trip was so much different than my earlier experiences on DXM. It felt like a completely different drug, which I am almost certain is partly because I took Zicam instead of cough gels or regular syrup. Also I've changed, which may have an equal or greater share in the responsibility. I won't be returning to DXM. I feel that the strange and majestic realms I once visited are hidden among layers of cold, empty worlds. I don't feel like plodding through them to get to where I want to be.

That was my last DXM trip.

Eating Pot

Eating pot is such a fantastic way to get high. I don't know why but so many people tell me that it doesn't work on them. I've had friends who have smoked herb for at least ten years and have never had good edibles.

I think this happens for two reasons: the first, impatience, and the second, bad cooking.

This one time I went to a small gathering of friends and brought along some of my pot cookies. I offered them freely to anyone who was interested, but one friend kept asking for more. I told him to eat as many as he wanted, but to be warned: these fuckers would sneak up on him in about ninety minutes and eat his face off. He seemed reassured that this was what he was after and ate a few more cookies. Sure enough, a couple hours later he was nowhere to be found. After some searching, he was found in an odd part of the house staring at a empty spot on the wall. His deeply bloodshot and glazed eyes looked up at me, and he croaked, "I think I ate too many."

Impatience is a trait that does not mix well with orally-active psychedelics. For something like cannabis, which is typically baked into desserts, your body has to process the food before the THC will trickle into your system. It's not like smoking pot, where you can feel the effects in minutes. If you eat ganja-laced foods and you aren't feeling anything, think back to how much food you've had in the past three hours. How active have you been? A lot of food and little activity will seriously delay the onset of pot food. Before taking more, consider waiting a bit. A strong dose of oral THC can seriously ring your bell and leave you intoxicated for an entire day. The oral route makes it much easier to reach the psychedelic dose of THC, which can be every bit as potent as any other psychedelic. So if you don't feel like tripping on acid at the party tonight, don't eat more cannabis cookies until you feel the effects of the first one.

Bad cooking is pretty obvious. Some ganj-foods just aren't made properly. There are many excellent tutorials on the internet for making proper ganj-food, so do your research and make it right!

Here are some tips:

• Cannibutter is an excellent, general-purpose ingredient to many types of intoxicating meals. For whatever reason, butter seems to work better than vegetable oil, so try extracting your THC into butter instead of margerine.
  
• If you are using packaged brownie mixes, you probably extracted THC into vegetable oil. Unfortunately, brownie mixes don't call for enough vegetable oil to make very potent brownies. Luckily, you can safely increase the oil by 150% without making the brownies overly weird. Also, seriously consider making a oil-based chocolate sauce for pouring over the brownies. This will definitely increase their potency.
• Use more, less-potent herb over less, more-potent herb. See if you can get bud clippings from a grower, and failing that, see if you can get leaf. Cooking a bunch of cheap leaf into butter can set you up with potent cannibutter for a very long time. I think many people get discouraged after cooking up an expensive eighth of premium marijuana and not feeling much. This process requires volume, but fortunately the volume doesn't need to be made up of very strong buds.
• Cook some non-ganj desserts at the same time as your ganj desserts. This will give you some tasty treats for when the munchies strike that won't knock you out for several days.