DOSE:

12 mg

4-HO-MiPT

BODY WEIGHT:

65 kg

~12mg 4-HO-MiPT
Trip Report

PREPARATIONS: I've waited for a long time for a day like this. I felt today was the day. I'm in a good mood and cheerful after spending the afternoon learning to drive with mom. I have prepared a jazz playlist featuring Casiopea and Miles Davis.

SET: I live with constant anxiety and melancholy. I view psychedelics as medicines opening a window to the soul, whose action, if brief, heals my mind for months at a time. I treat these substances with respect and I am thankful for those who create them. For this very specific trip, I just wanted to feel the breadth of my consciousness again.

SETTING: My bedroom, sitting on my bed. In front of me there is a window. Peak experience coincided with twilight, and there was a beautiful, clear blue sky. This is a very comfortable and intimate environment. I turned the AC on during the come up.

+15m: I feel the typical nervousness that follows taking a psychedelic. I don’t notice any effects yet, but the music sounds slightly better, might be placebo. According to Psychonaut Wiki, it takes at least 20 minutes to start coming up, so I wait patiently while listening to some of my favorite songs.

+26m: Colors feel more vivid and saturated, especially blue. I find it hard not to move to the rhythm of the music. I'm glad I drove well earlier, while my mom was teaching me. From now on, I'll note the time based on the clock rather than the difference from when I took the 4-HO-MiPT, as it’s getting harder to focus and calculate.

+30m: I feel mild nausea, but it's very slight.

18:20 (started at 17:45): There’s a strange but pleasant sensation in my feet, like my toes are being hugged. I find it amusing to wiggle them. The music feels deeper, in the sense that I can focus on different layers of instrumentation, for instance, I can isolate the sound of the drums. The body load is already here, but unlike 2C-B or LSD, it's very pleasurable.

18:24: While writing the previous note, I had the urge to pee, but I forgot about it as I finished writing. I’ve just remembered, but now the urge is much less. The nausea persists but doesn’t seem to worsen. I might be a bit dizzy, so I avoid moving my body too much (I’m sitting down).

18:29: With my eyes closed, I can see vivid imagery if I think about it, especially when the music aligns with it.

18:30: Waves of intense pleasure flow up and down my body. While my body has always been “me,” it now feels more connected than ever. I feel the essence of "me" in every inch of my being.

18:32: The nausea gives way to an incredibly pleasurable body sensation. I am deeply grateful to be experiencing this.

18:34: I can alter how I perceive the music just by thinking about it.

18:36: My sense of control over my body is supreme; every movement feels precisely orchestrated. It’s as light as a feather yet solid as iron.

18:38: With my eyes closed, I can see a vivid scene of a dirt road stretching into the horizon, fading into infinity.

18:42: If I could, I would hug the music. There is no before or after, just an intensely pleasurable now. Jazz floats in the air, perfuming existence with its playful essence, like a restless child.

18:45: This is a deeply erotic moment. I look at myself in the mirror and move my body. I am whole. I inhabit my entire body, not just watching from my head.

18:46: Touching things feels intensely erotic and pleasurable. I just want to rub myself against another body.

18:47: With my eyes closed, I see the classic infinite plane of the mind. From there, it’s possible to go anywhere.

18:50: The peak approaches, and my thoughts become deeper, with longer gaps between conscious moments. With my eyes closed, however, there’s as much reality as with them open.

18:52: Time feels strange; it seems like a long time has passed between blinks, but it’s only been seconds. The music serves as a guide to time’s passage.

18:52: Another wave of pleasure makes me stand up, move, and touch my arms and legs. Everything feels exceptionally real and good. I feel jazz in my bones. I feel jazz in 3D, maybe even 4D.

18:57: Music feels… delicious. I am eating it.

19:01: In a moonlit nighttime crossroads, Valentina and Ángel meet. They don’t get along well, but I tell them they need to reconcile. Ángel has already walked far, and now it’s Valentina’s turn to follow the path. Good luck to both of them. From now on, I’ll accompany Valentina. Farewell, Ángel, wherever your journey takes you.

19:05: I feel whole. I feel like myself. I cry, but it’s cathartic. I haven’t felt this real in a long time.

19:08: I feel inner peace, yet also a sense of farewell. It’s like saying goodbye to someone you’ve always known as they walk away down a road.

19:10: I wonder how I’ve managed to carry the weight of two people until now. My body feels much lighter now.

19:12: The landscapes painted by the music are perfect.

19:14: I think the peak is behind me. Valentina feels good. Valentina is a little scared and needs to close the wound.

19:17: Waves of pleasure course through my body.

19:18: Various animals embody everything I see with my eyes closed.

19:20: My body feels intensely erotic, and every touch evokes thoughts.

19:22: I feel like I’m sitting atop a hill at sunset, greeting the hill for being climbed, the clouds for passing, the tree for existing, and everything else for simply being and accompanying me. They don’t have to, but they do. I’m grateful.

19:26: I feel like a malleable mental mass, plastic yet dense, reshaping itself.

19:27: Jazz feels like a multicolored crystalline cloud among Saturn’s rings.

19:28: I realize it’s 19:28, and more than an hour and a half have passed. Since I have no sense of time beyond the now, it’s hard to grasp its passage.

19:29: Each note reverberates in my heart and forms waves that echo into eternity.

19:31: The Tower of San Sebastián, which I see from my room, is vast but also an extension of my being, like everything else.

19:34: I lower the music volume and stand again to feel my weight. My body feels heavier now; the peak is clearly behind me. However, the sensations remain fresh. The crunch of the dirt grains under my shoe is especially satisfying, decorating each step.

19:37: The robotic voice in this song, “I love New York,” strikes me as incredibly funny.

19:38: It’s still possible to lose myself in thoughts, but they’re less profound now. The pure consciousness is farther away on the horizon. Normal systems of consciousness are reclaiming dominance, and thoughts no longer guide visions.

19:43: My normal sense of time returns, marking the descent. It’s very pleasant, and I just want to merge with my bed, listening to jazz.

19:44: With my eyes closed, the colors have faded. The lights no longer glow, resembling the faint phosphorescence of recently extinguished lamps.

19:46: If before I could delve into the field of consciousness, lifting and immersing myself in it, I no longer can.

19:48: I had forgotten the feeling of the eternal, continuous present, the no-time state, and I’ll miss it again. No worries exist there.

19:49: The 12mg of 4-HO-MiPT have done their job. Now, it’s up to me.

19:51: The jazz is still delicious, flowing and gliding. About 20–30 minutes ago, I considered turning it down, but I enjoy its presence as an anchor to the world, keeping me from drifting too far into the mental depths, for now. The mind that explores itself always learns and gains the ability to delve deeper with each journey.

19:55: Paradoxically, the comedown from this substance is stimulating.

19:58: I feel much lighter as I walk and talk. Everything feels effortless. It would be wonderful to maintain this control over my body forever.

20:37: I’ve come and gone with the music, but only superficially now. Some closed-eye visuals linger.

21:14: An exceptional trip. The valleys of the mind, always green and flourishing, brighten the day of anyone who takes the time to visit them.

22:33: I’m back and feel completely sober.

AFTER: This was a very, very pleasant journey. I don’t have much experience with psychedelics yet, only having tried 2C-B and LSD a handful of times in total, but this was the most pleasurable trip I’ve ever had. If LSD is a supersonic jet, where the intensity dissolves you completely and makes it hard to focus on thoughts for any reasonable period time, 4-HO-MiPT is a Rolls Royce. It’s not fast, not slow, and thoughts flow effortlessly. Every movement and thought feels meticulously orchestrated.

LSD is happy hardcore, a frantic consciousness rave. 4-HO-MiPT is jazz. It takes you on a stroll through the park, holds your hand, and tells you not what you want to hear but what you need to hear. If you accept its guidance, it helps you, for it is you, and it does not work against you.

I feel that 12mg was a wonderful introduction to this medicine, and being reasonable with the dose benefited me greatly, given my lack of prior experience with tryptamines. Alongside 4-HO-MiPT, I’ve also acquired 4-HO-MET and 5-MeO-MiPT for future exploration. However, for now, I am more than satisfied with today’s journey. I plan to take some time to savor this experience before embarking on further expeditions into the ocean of consciousness.

Exp Year: 2024	ExpID: 118616
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 23
Published: Feb 6, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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