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Blessed Low-Dose Relief and Contentment
Citation:   0bscura. "Blessed Low-Dose Relief and Contentment: An Experience with 4-AcO-DMT (exp116277)". Apr 6, 2022.

12 mg oral 4-AcO-DMT (powder / crystals)
I live in the triple-threat zone that is the FL/GA/AL tri-state area. I work an unfulfilling job for barely-enough pay. I suffer from chronic anxiety and depression. I've run a behavioral medicine gauntlet, from extended-release amphetamine to duloxetine to sertraline and atomoxetine to cold fucking turkey. I cope with flower, friends, and music.

While visiting my romantic partner, over Spring Break, the topic of psychedelics came up. My partner has quite the number of notches on their psychonaut belt, and we together decided that my evening would be well-spent with a small dose of oral 4-AcO-DMT.

I'm by no means a greenhorn when it comes to psychedelics, but my experience with substances is limited to say the least. DMT and LSD are the extent of my traversals. With this and my pitifully low body weight (5'3" 123lbs) in mind, we agreed that 12mg would be a perfect starter dose. I had to deal with licking a small pile of powder as, unfortunately, my partner misplaced their gelatin capsules.

I dosed right at 6:58 PM, and sat down in my computer chair listening to a popular Deftones mix that shows up again in my Youtube recommended every so often.

Roughly 15 minutes later, I begin feeling a very distinct heaviness in my stomach and hands, and quickly ask if a small vessel could be set aside with a trash bag in case I had to vomit.
I begin feeling a very distinct heaviness in my stomach and hands, and quickly ask if a small vessel could be set aside with a trash bag in case I had to vomit.
My hosts graciously obliged.

Another 15 minutes pass, and colors begin to deepen. I notice the walls very subtly cycling through different shades independently of their "real" colors, in the same way an afterimage does after one stares at the sun for too long. Yellow, then red, then purple, then blue, then back to yellow.

At 7:48 PM, while observing no further visual effects, my nausea very suddenly intensifies. My host takes notice of my change in expression and asks how I'm doing. I wordlessly retch into the trash can provided for but a minute and, almost immediately afterwards, forget I was ever in any amount of discomfort.

I stare at the carpet over the rim of the trash can. The individual strands of fabric slowly rearrange themselves into what look like words in another language. I close my eyes, and admire a precisely-arranged grid of tiny blue lights that multiply until the entirety of my closed-eye vision is overtaken.

I open my eyes again, wipe my mouth, apologize for vomiting, and climb back into the computer chair. I pause the music for just a moment to get a break from the stimuli, and then, noting very suddenly that it feels like i just cut off my oxygen supply, rewind to a less-intense part of the mix and sink further into the chair.

At 8:03 PM, I can no longer stop myself from smiling. My limbs are warm and just ever-so-slightly heavy. I remark to my host that, physically, I feel as if I'd just smoked an inadvisable amount of flower. In addition to the mild physical euphoria, the beautiful new dimension that colors had taken on was enough for my computer wallpaper to completely captivate me. My partner is an ex-League of Legends player and had set the desktop background to the splash art for Irelia's Infiltrator skin. The purples, in particular, were more vivid than I could believe.

At 8:14 PM, I started crying. I pulled out my phone and texted my mother that my mushrooms had peaked and that I felt it was a good time to thank her for everything she'd done. She expressed happiness that I was enjoying myself and told me to go have fun.

8:39 PM marks the ACTUAL peak of the experience. Whilst sitting on the couch and listening to the Skyrim soundtrack bubble lazily from my computer speakers, I became completely immobilized by a wave of full-body warmth and watched as everything around me took on a lamination of infinite color. I could barely tear myself from my reverie long enough to thank my partner and tell them I loved them. This is one of the only times in my entire life that I can say, with certainty, that I was troubled by absolutely nothing. I was in no pain, thinking no unhappy thoughts, surrounded by people I loved and trusted, as comfortable as I'd ever been.

For the next two hours, I just stayed on the couch, admiring life and all its combined joys, horrors, and bores. At one point, my host paused my music (with my permission) and put King of the Hill on the television. One of their dogs climbed onto the couch and cuddled with me for a large portion of this time, and even fell asleep deeply enough to have a dream.

At 10:49 PM, I push myself up from the couch and note that I'm feeling sober again. There's a packed bong on the coffee table, and I give into temptation and have a smoke. The euphoria in my limbs wakes up again (nearly making me stumble) but the visuals stay gone. I thank my partner once more, tell them I'm on the comedown and happier than I've been in longer than I can remember. I head to bed, and sleep soundly and dreamlessly.

My times on DMT and LSD were excellent in their own rights, but psilacetin might just become my new best friend. I feel as though I've always known but only just realized the deep, intrinsic value that happiness has.

Exp Year: 2022ExpID: 116277
Gender: Not Specified 
Age at time of experience: 21
Published: Apr 6, 2022Views: 1,529
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