Citation: Techlos. "Pillar of Faces: An Experience with 4-HO-MET, JWH-122 & Melatonin (exp94049)". Erowid.org. Dec 20, 2012. erowid.org/exp/94049
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After my last trip on 25c-nbome, I felt my anxiety about psychedelic experiences had diminished. Over the next few weeks I experimented with low doses of 25c-nbome and 4-ho-met, but the experiences were all dull, underwhelming. So, on a Saturday evening after a day full of talking to my girlfriend and playing BF3, I got that urge. The one that tells you that the time is right, it's good to trip. I had been in a good mood all day, and knew right away that there was something that my subconscious was trying to grasp, and that the quickest way there would be a mind-shatteringly powerful trip. As I have had no tryptamine experience up until now outside of dmt, I wasn't really sure what to expect and that always scared me off from heavy doses...but not anymore.
At around 11 pm, I said goodnight to my gf, went to my room, and sat at the computer. I smoked a bong of my homemade spice (jwh-122), took 3 melatonin pills as I hear they potentiate tryptamines, and slowly eyeballed approximately 5 mg every 15 minutes for an hour, until I was at roughly 20mg. Part of me was saying I should be using the scales, but I just felt the need to take a risk, allow the chance of an overwhelming trip. Somehow this actually made me feel less anxious about it all.
Two samples of powder (even of the same chemical) with equivalent volumes won't necessarily weigh the same. For this reason, eyeballing is an inaccurate and potentially dangerous method of measuring, particularly for substances that are active in very small amounts.
See this article on The Importance of Measured Doses.]
After a few more bongs, I played some more BF3, waiting for it to kick in. There was nothing in particular I wanted to do other than experience it, and for a while I was completely engrossed in the game
I finished playing a few rounds, and what must have been some strong time dilation made me think at least 2 hours had passed since I started playing. Noticing that it hadn't kicked in yet, I downed another three 5mg lots over the next half an hour. I decided to go get some food, have a walk, and check the time - I realize it's only 12:50 AM, and that the first dose probably hadn't come close to peaking. And then suddenly, I just didn't care. I've had first-hand recounts from people who've accidentally taken over 100mg and come out alive, I was going to be fine.
I went back to my room, and had a look around for anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked normal. Especially the beanbag. I have a beanbag with an awesome blue flame design on it, and I noticed it was starting to breathe a little. Well awesome, the trip was kicking in! I continued to stare, and the beanbag warped more and more until it looked practically like it was writhing with pulsating neon maggots. I grinned my head off, realizing that I hadn't seen a visual like that for practically years - and this was just the beginning! I dove onto the beanbag, enjoying how squishy it was, how it conformed to my body. It stopped warping, and was just furniture again. I went back to bf3, but soon realized I was in no state to be playing it.
I decide to browse a few imageboards for a while, and jump on IRC to chat to some other tripper friends. I notice that the visuals are becoming rather intense; tracers that lasted for dozens of seconds were left behind any moving object, anything with a strong contrast made a repeating fractal of the edge, and parts of my vision were becoming segmented - I'd see little sections that had their own visual pattern, with a sharp boundry between other parts of my vision. Eventually I feel a little more normal, and realize that this was one of the 'waves' that everyone talks about with mushrooms and other 4 substituted tryptamines. I decide to jump on the net, and look up some optical illusions. I find a page, and spend ages looking in wonder at the way my mind made them dance
Part of me says 'just one more', and I decide to eat another 10mg of 4-ho-met. After a few minutes, another stronger wave comes on, and I start seeing patterns in everything. Reading or doing anything really becomes near impossible, and I decide to have another bong - this drastically increased the effects. I turned off the light in my room, and watched in wonder as these translucent white ghostly creatures danced around the room, like fractal little elves. It reminded me a lot of DMT.
I eventually get over watching these amazing visuals, which included those ghostly creatures, fractal tunnels appearing everywhere, and random lights sparkling every now and then. I also got strong auditory hallucinations, hearing flanging all the time, hearing filter sweeps and sawtooth waves playing melodies - it sounded so real, if I didn't know I was tripping I would've freaked out. I go outside and have a spliff, and everything looked like it was part of a 3d game engine. I could see everything in the world as if it was a 3d rendered model of itself. I smoked the spliff while I reflected on this, thinking that possibly our brain interpreted our vision much in the same way a game displays our environment.
The strongest wave yet hits me, and I instinctively take another bong hit to propel me further. Looking around the room, I noticed that the visuals were getting brighter and brighter, instead of slowly fading away. I turn on the light and lie on my bed, and suddenly I feel this massive jolt - my left and right sides of my vision split and travel up and down respectively, before spiralling around and shimmering. I close my eyes. Everything starts to dance in a strange fashion, lights and fractals coalescing into forms.
Eventually, a huge pillar of neon shaman-style masks shoots upwards, forming a multidimensional fractal that spans my entire mind. This all turns into a giant mask, on a pillar of faces, which I realized was my subconscious. Suddenly it was me against it, and I must've been playing too much bf3 because it was a stylized version of one of the maps, metro. We stood face to face, and I realized the person in front of me, was me looking at me. We both shot at each other, and I knew immediately that my ego was still intact - the bullet hit 'me', not my ego. I spiraled into another abstract field of vision, and after reflecting that I need to be more prepared if I'm going to experience ego death again I slowly drift off to sleep as the visuals fade in my head
Where can I begin? This is easily the most amazing experience I've had in a long time. It was the most visual, moving psychedelic I've ever had, with the peak visuals being just as vivid as DMT ones. A lot of what hasn't been said here is the emotions and sheer raw feeling that surged through me, because words can't really capture them - however I have felt more than I ever have before in my life now. The peak of the experience put me in a state of pure bliss as I soared through the fractals, in that moment I just existed and didn't worry about anything. I just was. +++ verging on ++++, to put it in Shulgin terms.
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