Citation: aconsumingvoid. "Manifestation Within Itself: An Experience with 2C-E (exp90490)". Erowid.org. Nov 1, 2022. erowid.org/exp/90490
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I've taken some pretty big doses of 2C-E, and have tried it from many different legit vendors people can vouch for regarding quality. I'm pretty experienced when it comes to psychedelic drugs and am usually able to hang. The 'bad trips' I have had in my lifetime, I have always welcomed with open arms; although I would never describe any trip from a psychedelic as being 'bad' [even the ones people would consider terrifying] because every experience is worthwhile and thought provoking whether they might have been unintentional or induced, for better or for worse. Buy the ticket, take the ride.
Anywho my first time taking 2C-E I took about 32 mg and it was a pretty mild trip, just a few clouds morphing here and there and some CEV's, it wasn't really memorable but music was amazing. I have also taken 50 mg of 4-HO-MiPT/Miprocin and it wasn't anything special save for some visuals while I peaked and slight euphoria, and 46 mg of 4-AcO-DiPT/Iprocin which felt like a very small dose of mushrooms, I compare it to about 1-2 grams but without that special mysticism or confusion and emotional feelings mushrooms have.
Anywho I wanted to be fully immersed in the 2C-E experience one day, further than our frail human senses can perceive. I eyeballed a dose from a 250 mg baggie, I reckon it was between 120-140 mg. Monstrous. This is a ridiculously high dose, and while it was the experience of a lifetime, I probably would not dose that high again simply because of the physiological and physical stresses on my body.
I ingested it at around 3 PM and instantly felt the anxious jittery psychedelic come-up feeling I get whenever I eat mushrooms and RC's, and within 20 minutes I was vomiting the chocolate donuts I had eaten earlier in the day. I always throw up on phenethylamine RC's. Tryptamines, not so much. After I vomited and dry heaved for like 10 minutes it took me like 5 seconds to realize I was tripping insanely hard because the tree I was staring at was melting before my eyes.
I was in a little playground from a daycare center in a secluded street at this moment, and I walked to the park about a block away. I was a bit scared [I had dosed 2 of my friends on some pretty high doses too, insufflated. 25mg each] because I didn't know how much I had taken at the time. I thought I was going to die or that the trip wasn't going to end or that I had overdosed and was going to die and shit like that.
I sat in the field of grass and when I would look at something like my friend face or a building, the afterimage would stay far after I had looked away, my friends face huge in the sky, the school in front of the park. I had a bad feeling and thought I would be physiologically fucked up forever, and that I had messed up my visual cortex or something. I felt very weak and found it hard to support myself because of the bodyload and tremors so I just lay in the grass looking at the sky and embracing the psychedelic experience. Music was fucking intense and I couldn't really tell if my eyes were open or not at some points.
I realized it wasn't that bad at all and my mind eased; I guided my trip toward joviality. It's interesting how I find phenethylamines can sort of be guided wherever I want to go, while tryptamines are far more primal and un-tamable. I was having the most amazing trails when I moved my hands. Infinitely complex. I had the urge to do mathematics for some reason the whole time I was on this, or I felt like I could fuck with numbers. I felt like an Aztec [I'm Mexican] and doing ancient geometry or some shit.
2 hours later, the trip greatly intensified, I was walking from the park to the parking lot of a grammar school to play soccer by a friends house. When he came he looked like he was in pixel form, he was looking pretty 8-bit. Like a multitude of vastly colored squares corresponding to their skin color and shadows, etc.
When he came he looked like he was in pixel form, he was looking pretty 8-bit. Like a multitude of vastly colored squares corresponding to their skin color and shadows, etc.
Or a small photo that had been scaled way too big. The soccer ball I was playing with was looking like 1 giant pixel. I now knew what people meant when they said it feels 'synthetic'. I would describe it more as 'mechanical' with some very mathematical visuals. I went back to my house after my friend left and I couldn't even tell reality from my imagination. I took my dog out from the porch and he was vibing me all sick, he was being hostile and didn't want to be around me. He looked like he was moving in slow motion frames per second or some shit like a stop motion animation, and I decided there must have been a glitch in the matrix.
Fast forward to a few hours later: I was peaking! I walked to the soccer field by my school because my parents were getting home soon so I couldn't be in my house anymore. I started to play with some friends. The ball was trailing some beautiful, magnificent tracers. I stopped playing because of the tachycardia I was experiencing which kind of bothered me and made me believe I was having a mini-stroke, I even texted my friend a will and funeral plans. Which were for my funeral to be strictly non-religous, also because of cardio vaso-constriction which are like stinging sensations in the chest. I lied down and looked at the sky. Fucking Amazing! There were translucent serpent-like beings all over the sky, like completely covering the fucking sky. They were complex as fuck and to this day, I still find them impossible to draw.
I was peaking for like another 4 hours. At night, the moon was a beautiful yellow and there were giant hexagons over it like a translucent piece of plastic projector paper. The concrete is like another dimension, there was like ancient mayan or aztec hieroglyphs rising and swirling and whatnot on the floors which I kept pondering on most of the time. When I was peaking I thought about the relation between visuals and culture. I thought about a lot of things. I died while at the same time being spread across the universe rapidly. The trip ended at around 3 AM, 12 hours. I have HPPD and for a week after I had minor heart problems.
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