Citation: 12aaa. "Overdose: An Experience with bk-2C-B & Various (exp105313)". Erowid.org. May 12, 2015. erowid.org/exp/105313
The setting was in my own bedroom, lights off, planning on getting as fucked up as I could. I did not anticipate how skilled I was at this however. I was also quite high on 4mg of Nifoxipam, a novel hypnotic benzo, and had taken 1mg of Risperidone about two hours earlier for some mania I was experiencing. Despite all these downers, I was still slightly manic which lead to me fiending for more drugs. So I decided to trip on bk-2C-B.
I began by weighing out from a gram of bk-2C-B five separate lines of 200mg. I capped it up, ten minutes later I forgot I capped it up, and ate another. Rinse and repeat. It was only when my bag was mostly empty and my bag of gellcaps was severely depleted that I figured I had taken around 800mg and was totally fucked.
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Rather than take another antipsychotic or more benzos, I decided to ride it out. After a good three hours of nothing but some wobbliness and weirdness, I called it quits and turned my lights off and went to bed, where I would remain for almost two days.
The trip began shortly after lying down.
At first it was beautiful and magical; the perfect trip. Every time I moved my head the shapes that blinded my closed eyes would decompile and change into different coloured shapes. My mind felt a divine presence inside me, taking the form of a warmth in my heart, an overwhelming tingling sensation all over my head, and lightning strikes down my limbs. It was the most beautiful feeling I have ever experienced.
I found soon that when I entered each 'layer' of colour and shape I saw in my CEV's had its own body feeling, and so moving my head left and right on the pillow gave amazing sensations like I was walking or falling. I couldn't feel my lower body at all at this point, and I had begun to imagine that the divine inside me was an organ, a combination of my heart and mind, but living within itself. I thanked this divine for the magical experience it had given me and my visual plane changed again, this time to a cloudless blue sky with many impossibly long lines coming into a central point on my forehead, which I could feel burning. I heard a Kai Throat Singing out of nowhere, and I could control it with my mind. It too had effects on my visual field which was becoming much messier now.
Now, I decided I wasn't tripping hard enough (even though I'd barely come up and was basically blind). So through pixelated vision I loaded up a wooden cup with 5x Salvia and noids that'd been laid on damiana, and soaked them in cold water. I shook for a few seconds, drank, swilled it in my mouth, and trust me nan that hits fucking instantly when you're already tripping. I kept sipping it all night and going deeper into Salvia land.
(Warning: I am a skeptic but this is what I saw and interpreted at the time. I can't say it's changed my worldview entirely but I am certainly going to be searching for a while)
I believe at this point I saw a representation of 'god' and understood the universe as a whole. 'God' is not so much something to be worshipped, more to be thanked. God is a guiding entity that we are all connected to spiritually, that will guide us upon death to a place called 'Hummen' (which I assume was just my drugged up minds idea of heaven). God was a pink creature which I can barely describe, but she had loving eyes, a compassionate smile, and was probably made of squares and triangles and shit but I didn't notice. I was informed by God that her guidance was always there, in all of us, but because we are so ignorant to the guidance we will never reach her. We all continue on either in another random generation of the universe, until we accept and understand God and Hummen.
What I mean by that last part, is that when you die you are sent to a totally random universe, in which everything you ever understood is not as is. You lose your ego entirely, and you float along the path of Gods guidance until you escape the random entropy and become a part of God herself. I didn't totally understand that last part because my brain was starting to fry, but that's what I'm pretty sure She was saying. Death is basically having a dead body, and a dead ego, but your unconscious lives on as a floating spirit through a random plane, until it reaches beautiful God and her beautiful plane.
This was about as clear headed as I was throughout the trip. After it, I could not understand anything. I became entirely obsessed with the intense experience I just had and started worshipping God and writhing in my bed. I was having the most intense CEV's of 'existences' that I was peeking into floating to God, and I saw rows and rows of women made of random things like cables and desks (I realised later I'd opened my eyes and everything had turned into women), and everything was very pixely. There were DPH style insectoid creatures on my floor and flies flying around, and everything in my room was animated, alive, and communicating with me. I sat in the centre of my room and took up a meditating position. I dunno if any of you guys like chinese cartoons but if you seen Hyouka where Chitanda first tells Oreki she's curious and all the flowers come out of her and make big flowery tangles around the room, meditating was like that. I remember my tangles occasionally vibrated at made me hover off the floor (nor irl ofc) and they stroked and calmed the entities in my room. I was so far gone that I thought all this was pretty normal. My head was just empty at this point. I just meditated on God and tried to transcend to heaven.
Here's where I lost my memory. The world, including me, turned into four black dots in the shape of a diamond, on a khaki like background. That was it. That was my existence, for a long ass time too. The time dilation was absolutely insane. I realised after panicking for a while that I may be dead, and this is my path to God, so I simply accepted it and replayed my entire life back in my memories, crying at my regrets and wrongs and apologising to god. Then the evil sounds came and the trip got bad again. I was unable to break out of it this time.
Sounds like gigantic steam trains and crying babies and slamming doors recurred over and over. I broke out of the square and returned to my room, looking out the window at a large (3 feet or so) rotting fish being eaten by other animals. I looked around my room and decided god was disappointed with me and sent me to hell, and now here I was. I lay again in bed, drinking constantly because my throat was so dry. As I lay, I would think about my life, and how neutral and meaningless I am. I thought about how, in the great scheme of things, nothing mattered at all because we are all going to die. The sun could explode tomorrow and what would it matter? Humanity is just a great cellular automata that got way out of hand. When I closed my eyes I saw infinite rows of boxes with people inside them just hobbling around, making tea, reading the newspaper, writing trip reports. I saw everybodys insignificance. I believe now that humanity is worse off spiritually now than it was when we were still apes. I loathe the complexity of the brain.
So anyway, there I was, lying in hell and shit, just watching these millions of automata do meaningless things for eternity, and thinking about how I'm exactly the same. It was a horrible but familiar feeling, so I just rolled with it. 'The trip will be over soon' was one coherent thought I could get out.
Then I realised I was out of water. Soon after I passed out, possibly from dehydration, possibly from benzos, or maybe I just gave up.
Being unconscious didn't stop the trip though. I got up instantly and looked in the mirror, wondering why my visuals had stopped so rapidly. My face was drooping, my chest covered in holes and eyes. My hands were invisible and I could put them through each other, so I decided it was a dream or OOBE. I walked around the house and kept encountering my old school friends from many years ago, whom I stopped talking to on bad terms but miss a lot crouched and drawing on the floor with charcoal. When I tried to talk to them they wouldn't budge. So I just kept walking around. All the doors in my house were gone, and my front and back door were bricked up. Same with the windows. When I walked back past the crouched people I noticed they'd all gotten about a meter closer to my room, and were drawing what I saw when I went to Gods realm but in negative, evil colours. They were defiling and defacing god on my floor and they were travelling to me, to curse me, prevent me from ever entering gods realm.
During this many blackouts occurred. Occasionally I would be dancing around my room in ecstasy and glee, other times I would be floating into the attic to be drowned by three squarish eyes, only to find I had become an eye with a foxes jaw in the mirror. I had many DPH / fever dream like visions, as well as many DMT and Salvia type visions. Of course, I enjoyed the DMT visions the most, and was actually slightly pleased when these happened. They included but aren't limited to: impossibly crossing lines, mc escher type shit, visions of transparent humans making up shapes like houses, giant mountains and ridges made of geometry, impossible colours and impossible shapes, '4D,' visual sounds and sounds with colours, shifting geometric patterns, general Mazatec style imagery.
While in this semi-pleasant ever changing delirium, I looked at my hands, and they were still invisible. I panicked. What if I really am dead? I could hear my parents outside my door but couldn't call out. They came in at one point and decided I was just asleep. Fortunately, I managed to gather the strength to take a drink at one point. This woke me up enough to realise I was in big fucking trouble. I had huge chest pains, and kept slipping back into that empty void of near death. I had run out of water, and couldn't stand to get more. So I peed in a sprite bottle and drank it.
Rinse and repeat, I tripped nuts and drank pee very much like this for the next 12 hours. It's now Sunday, I tripped on Wednesday, and I'm now 100% back to normal.
Aftereffects from the overdose were: obviously some HPPD (afterimages, patterns), chest pains, inability to walk without lurching, insatiable thirst, mental fog, spacing out, inability to sleep. Risperidone and a lot of water was taken to combat this.
tl;dr never do this
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