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Doth Most Righteous
Citation:   Billy. "Doth Most Righteous: An Experience with 2C-E (exp104194)". Dec 26, 2016.

  repeated oral Alcohol  
  1 capsl oral 2C-E (powder / crystals)
Dose: Unknown, probably between 15mg and 20mg of 2C-E, ingested orally – first trip

Weight: 200lbs

Age: 34

Setting: Rave party in the Yukon, Mid summer

I came across the drug quite serendipitously. I had planned to score some mushrooms or ecstasy or coke and drink liquor and beer – the party I was at was like a kegger, $15 all you could drink type deal. I got there at around 11 pm. I had to work that evening until 10 or so and I got a bit lost on my way to the scene.

When I arrived it was just starting to get dark – summers that far north have really long days and long twilights. The party was in some clearing in the boreal forest about a 20 minute drive from town – once I was on the right road there were signs pointing the way and when I arrived I was pleased to see Christmas lights illuminating the space and electronic music pulsating through the ground and air. There was a stage and a bar and a few fire pits going. There was a fairly well defined dance floor with people all about, lots of commotion and revelry. There was a chillout lounge with couches and Christmas lights across a rickety old bridge and in another direction a ramshackle toilet out in the bush. I immediately got something to drink (whisky I think) and went about trying to score something to get me high. I had some pot and smoked some (I’m fairly chronic with weed).

I had no luck scoring for the first hour or so, probably chalked up to my eagerness. I eventually reacquainted with this guy I had met in town named ‘Risk’. We had a few brief but pleasant interactions before. I had been given a good impression by the Hindu shirt he always seemed to wear – truth be told he reminded me of a professor I had in university who I basically credit with saving my life, though I could never be sure of it nor would it make any sense to flat out ask him - I would seem quite neurotic to do so. Anyhow, it turns out that Risk and I had both been participants in the Occupy Protests of 2011-12, he at Occupy Toronto and myself at Occupy Wall St. I told him I was looking to score some mushrooms or something and he gave me a capsule. I asked him how much he wanted for it and he gave me this assured grin and said something to the effect “I’m not a capitalist (think Occupy), I’m an anarchist, just have it on me”. Then I asked him if it was a placebo and Risk just kinda winced with a grin as if to say “C’mon man, you really take me for that kind of guy?” I dosed the capsule (which later I was told was 2C-E) with my whisky and that was that.

I’ll just fast forward to the trip. It came on gradually somewhere between an hour or two of dosing. What I noticed at first was a trembling body buzz building up and the trees began to ‘pulsate’ (I’ve read other people’s descriptions of their experiences with 2C-E and they call these visuals ‘breathing’). It was unmistakable and though I’m sure I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, it was really happening, I could see it – I could sense it - never have I seen trees so alive! I remember thinking about the Beastie Boys song “High Plains Drifter” and thinking that this is what peyote must be like, like a vision quest. I was definitely feeling euphoric and started to mutter and laugh to myself that 'this is not a placebo', saying it loud enough to ensure that others could hear, not-so-secretly hoping Risk would hear me and have a deep and hearty (almost wise) laugh about my rookie-ness as a psychonaut. I kept thinking of the look on Risk’s face when he assured me it was not a placebo and was amazed by my inability to deny the fact any further – I was tripping harder than I’ve ever tripped before, hands down. Risk was a Guru, an honest-to-God Hindu-esque, Occupy-esque, Anarchist Guru who handed me the keys to the gates of heaven. Seriously, I’ve never been that high ever.

Things got kinda shitty for awhile after that because more than anything I had to take a crap, but the thought of trekking and sitting on that ramshackle shitter with mosquitoes stinging my nuts and ass and possibly falling into the filth was something I took a hardline stance against. In my mind it was like a deontological, categorical imperative 'though shall not shit'. The longer I kept it in, the more I was proving myself to Zeus and the other Gods. Then I began to obsess and talk cryptically but loudly about the forcedly clenched excrement inside me and making jokes about how when people die they always void their bowels and that that’d be me before I ever voluntarily shit – “DOTH MOST RIGHTEOUS” became my mantra and I said it over and over again with thunderous (annoying) enthusiasm, as if I were Zeus giving lessons on virtue or perhaps some Greek hero monologueing in some cheesy Hollywood film. Thinking back on it now I’m terribly self conscious about what others must have thought about my antics in those moments. Thinking about it now a year or so later I figure Risk knew that whatever I was spouting my mouth off about, I was being authentic - I wasn’t faking it, that’s for damned sure - He wouldn’t have given me a placebo because Gurus are righteous and don’t do that to others. This was the real deal, no shit man!

I did eventually take that much needed shit, but only after the Sun had come up and I could actually see the ramshackle toilet. By this time the party seemed to have reached an unofficial end and my return from the heights of the High Plains was drawing undeniably nearer. I remember thinking how much better my trip would have been if I didn’t spend the bulk of it obsessed with the shit I’d been holding inside me.
I remember thinking how much better my trip would have been if I didn’t spend the bulk of it obsessed with the shit I’d been holding inside me.

I saw Risk again in the morning daylight and he informed me that he had found a ride and was off to destinations down south. Happy that he was set up but sad (jealous?) that I wouldn’t get to give him a ride and talk to him more about the experience I just had (though we did exchange email addresses and have stayed in touch), I went back to my truck where I was delighted to still have a stash of whisky and beer and my guitar. The Sun was shining brightly and it was warm and calm and I remember picking up my guitar and playing “I Can See Clearly Now” and really hitting the ‘Bright, bright sunshine-y day’ part of the song with passion and soul. I basked in the morning Sun with a new and profound sense of myself and life - of what music is and what Sunshine is.

[Erowid Note: Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]
I slept in the back of my truck for a few hours and went back to town at around noon, giving a lift to a few cute girls and some dick who had muddy boots on and left dirt all over the bed in the back of my truck. Post euphoric and drunk I ended up at a bar and just kept on drinking, smoking pot and playing tunes.

That’s about the whole story. I'll never forget that experience, it was truly psychedelic, higher than LSD in my opinion. Doing it again about a year later is something I very much look forward to and it will happen soon for me. This is the kind of substance that should be done ritually I think.


Exp Year: 2013ExpID: 104194
Gender: Male 
Age at time of experience: 34
Published: Dec 26, 2016Views: 1,773
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