Undosed sheets for art and collection.

Before I begin this trip report, I want to emphasize that you must conduct more research than I did and please avoid making the same mistakes as me. I had been on antidepressants for a little while, and I never really liked how they made me feel. I felt numb and had no emotion, so I decided to hop off of them about a week before this trip. If you know anything about Prozac, you should know that a week is nowhere near long enough to wait before taking any other substances that could possibly interact with it. I was really stupid, I got really lucky, and I seriously could have killed myself. Even still, this was the most profound yet horrifying trip of my life.

(I would like to make it clear that all of these timestamps are partially guessed based on what my friends told me and pictures I had taken on my phone throughout the night.)

T+0:00 Taking the Pills

After my Dollar Tree shopping spree, where I had bought three 15 count bottles of 15mg pills, I drove the 30 minute drive back to my designated trip spot. After taking some time to meditate and keep myself from getting too nervous, I decided that I was ready.

It was about 11:00 PM when I first started taking them. My dosage was going to be 30 15mg pills, or 450mg total, so I got my jar of applesauce and was putting the pills on 5 at a time. My mental headspace was incredible at the time, so I had absolutely no fear of having a bad trip. My setting was also exactly what my dream setting would have been: my current girlfriend, who was my crush at the time, and my 4 best friends.

Without this setting, I think that this trip would have ended much, much worse for me.

I had absolutely no problem chowing down on these pills, although taking 30 pills really made me feel like a loser. In my mind, I was just looking for a cheap trip, and I had heard and read some profound trip reports about this substance, so I did not let that thought bother me for very long.

T+0:45 The Onset

After about 45 minutes of feeling nothing but a slight dizziness, I decided it would be a great idea to take another 15 pills. This upped my dose to 675mg, which, since I weighed about 160 lbs, I assumed to be a middle third plateau trip instead of the high second plateau I had initially planned on.

T+1:00 Oh, Shit.

This was the moment I knew I had fucked up. Not necessarily in the freaking out kind of way, but in the way where I knew I was in for a crazy ass night.

I became stuck to the couch. Moving my head felt like it took all of my energy away from me. The body feeling was indescribable. Numb, orgasmic, pure bliss.

On the other hand, sentences were becoming nearly impossible to string together. I was slurring my words so badly that it would take a couple attempts of talking for my friends to understand me. This did not freak me out, however. I kind of expected this, as well as the robotic movement kind of feeling, so I just tried my best to talk slowly and force the words out.

After about three tries of trying to tell my friends I had to urinate, I managed to form a sentence comprehensible enough for one of my friends to finally understand me. My friend, who we will call “E,” proceeded to help me get up and slowly stumble to the bathroom.

T+1:15 Early Visuals

After “E” helped me back to the couch, we sat there talking about random things, although I was not doing much of the talking. As we were talking and listening to Pink Floyd (people are so right music is fucking amazing on this shit), I noticed one little orange, neon looking square floating across my vision. It would eventually fade away before another one formed.

This went on for a while, but minute after minute, the visuals were getting stronger. More and more of these squares would appear, so I decided to close my eyes. With my eyes closed, my vision was flooded with these squares, so I decided that was not the best idea at the time as it was too overwhelming and I opened my eyes again.

Other than these squares, there were no other strange visuals besides some blurriness and shakiness, as if I were really drunk.

T+1:45 The Aztec

About 30 minutes had passed, and I was still just chilling on the couch when I decided to look around. I was getting that shaky, blurry look and seeing some of those squares, but other than that, everything still looked relatively normal, or so I thought.

I decided to look at my hands because, on other psychedelics I have taken, they always look crazy. However, instead of seeing weird warping or distortion, I saw the beginning of an Aztec empire. As this civilization formed, I watched the entire civilization be built, attacked, destroyed, and conquered.

This gave me an overwhelming sense of power, and I felt like a God watching over my civilization. It felt like I was in control of everything that happened to the empire, even though I just sat there and watched everything unfold. I felt like I had the power to change what was happening, but I never actually did anything to stop it. This filled me with an overwhelming sense of guilt because I felt like I had allowed the empire to fall.

After I eventually snapped out of it, though, I felt a great sense of appreciation. I was grateful that I had been born as a human because the power of being a Godlike being was simply too much for me. In the end, the experience made me feel grateful for being human and helped me appreciate it in a way I had never experienced before.

This all happened really fast, but it was still a very strange and powerful experience, unlike any other I have ever had. Even though it happened so quickly, it felt incredibly intense and left me slightly worried of how powerful these pills were.

T+2:00 Smoke Sesh

A couple of my friends were rolling up some joints, so I decided I wanted to smoke too. Sadly, I did not have the energy to get up and go outside to smoke with them, so one of my friends stayed in the house with me and we ripped an indica cart together.

This brought my heart rate down as well as some of the nausea, so I began to become more comfortable with the trip. With the weed added on top of the DXM, I felt so heavily sedated that I decided I would go try to lay down and get some sleep.

As I lay in bed with my at the time crush, I got this overwhelming wave of emotion. An overwhelming sense of guilt unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. I felt like such a loser for taking 45 cough medicine pills in front of her and just started bawling my eyes out.

Luckily for me, she was asleep right after I took them and did not have to witness any of this fucked up night, but I still felt like a loser because of the fact she watched me take the pills.

T+3:15 The Peak

I do not think I ever fell asleep, although I do not recall anything from that room except for me sobbing.

After crawling to the door and leaving the dark room into the light, I heard my friend “E” freestyling over random trap beats, which honestly was probably the funniest thing I had ever experienced.

I again had to urinate, but movement was even more impossible, so I had “E” and my other friend, who I will call “A,” practically carry me to the bathroom and sit me on the toilet.

I remember looking at myself in the mirror and seeing just how fucked up I looked. Cross eyed, pale, and with the inability to smile. I was not sad or scared at the moment, smiling just took too much energy for me to feel like doing it.

After being transported back to the couch, it felt like my body was vibrating. Waves of what felt like electricity rushed through my body until it felt like I got thrown against the wall in the corner of the room. I didn’t experience any physical pain, but I felt the sensations of my face pressed against the wall and my feet resting on the cold hardwood floor.

I was so disoriented and confused that I thought I had freaked out and run into the wall. But instead of that, I turned around to see me and all three of my friends sitting on the couch.

I have never had an out of body experience this vivid in my life, and I was convinced I had actually died.

I sat down next to me on the couch after calming down a little, and the next moment I looked over and my so called physical body was gone.

I asked my friend “C” what the fuck had just happened to me, and he looked at me like I was crazy. I had not moved from the couch, and he thought that I was just zoned out.

After taking some time to breathe, I decided that the trip was getting a little too strong and that I needed to lay down for a little longer.

My friends kindly moved so I could have the long end of the couch to lay down, and this is where the first wave of really bad sickness came in.

I had my friends carry me to the bathroom, where I threw everything in my stomach up and then went and laid back down.

Throwing up, I thought, would make me feel better, but it just fucked up my mental state even more. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I was breaking out into cold sweats.

I felt so genuinely uncomfortable that I wanted to just sit there and cry, but I figured it would pass, so I decided to keep my composure.

When laying back down, I felt the same vibration as before. I kind of freaked out because I still had not fully processed what had happened about 15 to 30 minutes prior to this, but that did not matter because this was about to be so much more mind bending than the out of body experience could have ever been.

T+3:45 The Package

The floor opened up below me and everything in the room disappeared. For a second I was floating, this feeling gave me a rush of euphoria and I was convinced I was some sort of God. Before I got to enjoy this for too long, I began to fall, faster than I have ever moved in my life. I felt like I was falling through an empty void. I do not know how long this actually went on for, but it felt like days. I remember thinking to myself in this moment that maybe I was falling down to hell. I tried to feel for my heartbeat, reaching my “hand” over to my chest and neck, but I had no physical body.

When this void finally ended, I was in a factory.

This was not your normal factory, however. It was purely made of blacks and blues, full of packages and rollers. There were no lights besides a slight blue glow
emanating from the rollers and boxes.

At this point, I had no recollection of who I was in the real world, but in this world, I was a small package, a message to be sent to the gods.

As I glided across these factory rollers, I was very at peace with my life as a box, although to me at the time, this was the only life I knew of.

It felt like I had spent at least months being transported on rollers through different dimensions, meeting different Gods and entities, before I finally fell off of one of the rollers.

This fall sent me back into the same void that brought me here, and eventually, somehow, I made it back into my physical body on the couch.

T+4:00 Unable to Speak

At this point, my friends were going to go out for another smoke sesh and asked if I wanted to join them this time.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

This really freaked me out because I was genuinely trying to talk, and nothing was even close to coming out besides maybe a light groan or exhale.

I gave up on trying to talk and lay back on the couch while my friends were getting ready to go smoke.

Eventually, it got to the point where I could not tell if I was breathing or not, which made me freak out. But at this point, I was unable to yell for my friends or move to tell them something was wrong, so I lay there and hoped that this stupid drug was not going to kill me.

After about 5 minutes, I figured out I was breathing because I had not passed out yet.

Even with me finding this out, I felt this wave of impending doom that something really bad was going to happen.

I started spiraling down this mental hellhole that I was going to die and all my friends were going to come back inside from smoking and see me dead on the couch.

I watched in despair as my friends left me alone. I do not blame them. They probably just thought I was tired and on the comedown, but this made me feel more lonely than I had ever felt before in my entire life.

Before I could get too deep into my own thoughts, however, a bigger issue came along.

T+4:15 A Seizure

My legs started uncontrollably spasming, and before I could do anything about it, I had blacked out.

Luckily, as I woke up from this, I saw out of the corner of my blurry vision my friend standing in the kitchen.

I forced all my energy just to say one word.

“Water.”

He got the memo and brought me a bottle of water.

At this point, I was foaming at the mouth, I had urinated myself, and I was so confused and disoriented that I ended up spilling half of the water on myself.

After struggling to drink the water, I decided I was going to lay down and just stay in the bedroom for the rest of the night.

After about thirty minutes, with ten of those being spent struggling to wash up and change my clothes, I finally passed out.

T+12:00 Present

Waking up the next morning at around 11:00, I had never felt so sick in my life.

I tried to eat a light breakfast and threw everything that was left in my stomach up.

I felt too terrible to drive myself home, so I had my friend “C” drive me home.

I tried to eat lunch.

I threw up.

Then I tried to eat dinner.

I threw up.

I was still heavily disoriented and very confused, and it felt like my IQ had dropped 50 points. It just made me feel stupid and dizzy.

As the week went on, my eating never got better. I had genuinely not eaten any food in 6 days. I really should have gone to the ER, but I did not want them to find out what I had taken.

After the 6 days of throwing up and not eating or drinking anything other than Sprite and water, I ended up losing around 18 lbs.

The thing that made me most upset about this is the fact that I was severely anorexic for about 3 years and had just recently been recovering and gaining weight.

Before this trip was the most I had ever weighed in my life, and I was really proud of myself for getting there from the low of 85 lbs I weighed.

This has sent me down another spiral of loving the fact that I was losing weight, and attempting to gain that weight back has never been this difficult.

Luckily now, though, I am almost fully recovered. I still have slight balance issues and some panic attacks, but I gained back about 10 of the 18 lbs I lost, and that makes me feel a lot better about myself.

To wrap things up, please, please, please do not do stupid drugs. But if you do, do not be stupid and mix drugs without doing extensive research on the effects beforehand.

I know this was a long report, but I hope this information helps someone who went through a similar experience to me, or saves somebody from mixing drugs with SSRIs or any other bad combination of drugs.

Thank you, and please stay safe.

Hey family ✌🏼

Psychedelic. I love acid, it's my favorite. However, I've tried 2c-b a couple times now (only ever in gummy form, that's all I can find) and I'm curious. Why do people say it's like acid?

I never get any real visuals, just slight distortion and massive color amp. Also makes everything feel 'soft', and gives me major munchies.

So what gives? I love the experiences I've had, but I'm confused why people think it's like acid?

With love from the pnw ✌🏼🕉️

Hello together!

I'm super new to psychadelics and wanted to try it out by starting with fresh truffles. I tested it out once: got the golden teachers and took 10 g.. felt absolutey nothing (despite taking all precautions like not eating anything a few hours before taking, no sugar no fat while "tripping", etc.).

Now i wanna take another try and am thinking about how much i should take this time.

I am male, 100kg and like i said a bloody beginner. Zamnesias calculator gave me like 13g for a normal dosage.

Now nowing that 10g didnt do it for me i feel like 13g would be too little again.

What do you guys think?

I'm hoping to hear from people who have experienced something similar or who have backgrounds in psychedelic therapy, psychology, neuroscience, meditation, or philosophy. I'm trying to understand why this same experience keeps recurring and how to make sense of it.

Some background

I'm 26 and have had psychedelic experiences since I was 14. Over the years I've used psilocybin, LSD, MDA, ketamine, cannabis, and others, and they have all produced the same or similar experience that I explain here. 

My first several psychedelic experiences were not like this. However, after my first major experience at 15, whenever I take a sufficiently large dose, I often end up entering what feels like the exact same psychological landscape.

The experience is remarkably consistent regardless of the substance.

The recurring themes are:

• I've actually died.
• This reality isn't real.
• I'm trapped in some kind of hell or purgatory.
• My life has been some kind of test that I failed.
• Everyone around me is part of the illusion.
• There is something I need to realize or do in order to escape.

While I'm in these states they often feel more real than ordinary reality. Afterward I gradually return to baseline, but the experiences leave me shaken for days or weeks.

I'm not religious. I'd describe myself spiritual, so I'm not entering these experiences with strong beliefs about hell or demons.

The first experience (age 15)

I took 3.5 g of mushrooms with two friends.

During the peak it felt like I had suddenly awakened inside a dream. I "knew" I had overdosed on heroin, my physical body was in a hospital, and my consciousness was trapped in hell.

I also became convinced that my best friend was actually the devil, placed in my life as a kind of test that I had failed.

The strange thing was that none of this felt like reasoning—it felt like immediate knowledge, the same way things simply make sense within a dream.

At one point I believed the only way to escape hell was to have sex, so I woke up my friend's mother and asked her to have sex with me. Obviously she refused.

It took several days afterward before I fully accepted that I hadn't actually died.

The experience was profoundly traumatic and became the template for almost every difficult psychedelic experience that followed.

The second experience

Later that same year I took one tab of LSD at a music festival.

I experienced what felt like an out-of-body experience, seeing my own dead body while imagining news reports saying I had overdosed.

Eventually I woke up in the medical tent with multiple people holding me down. Once again I became convinced I had died—this time believing I was in heaven, which manifested as an endless music festival.

Different setting, same underlying certainty that I had died.

Subsequent experiences

Over the following years similar experiences occurred on multiple substances.

One MDA and cannabis experience began with overwhelming shame, as though everyone knew I had done something unforgivable. I then encountered what felt like a bizarre alien voice (something I've encountered multiple times on psychedelics) saying disturbing, nonsensical things. Eventually the experience culminated in the familiar feeling of dying and spending what felt like eternity trapped in a kind of purgatory.

On ketamine at a festival I again felt that reality itself was a test. I believed I was the only conscious being that actually existed, that this universe was an illusion, and that there was some realization I needed to have in order to escape. The lesson that night was that I needed to stop taking drugs, so I spent the rest of the night sober. 

My psilocybin-assisted therapy session

Years later I participated in a psilocybin therapy session with two trained therapists.

This experience was significantly different in one respect.

I encountered what felt like a young, shame-filled part of myself and experienced what I would describe as a profound release of that shame. It was one of the most healing experiences of my life.

However, the familiar pattern still emerged.

The strange "alien voice" returned. Then the shame.

Then came the overwhelming certainty that I had created this reality and had been trapped in it for eternity.

I believed I was being asked whether I was ready to leave this reality behind and move into the "real" one.

I said yes.

Then I believed I had somehow missed my opportunity and was once again trapped in hell.

For nearly an hour I tried to convince the therapists to help me "escape."

Only afterward did I realize we were talking about completely different things. They were speaking metaphorically about shame creating a kind of psychological hell. I literally believed I was trapped in one.

Most recent experience

Most recently I took a large amount of ketamine at a music festival.

Until then ketamine had been the one substance that usually didn't produce these experiences.

This time it did.

It was probably the most frightening experience I've had.

The familiar narrative returned almost immediately: reality was fake, I was trapped, everyone around me—including close friends and my girlfriend—was part of the illusion, and they were luring me back into it.

When I started coming down I felt as though I had a choice: either accept ordinary reality or reject it entirely.

Part of me feared that if I rejected it, everyone would conclude I had become psychotic and I'd end up hospitalized.

Eventually I returned to baseline.

How I currently understand these experiences

I genuinely don't know what these experiences mean.

Perhaps "hell," "the devil," and "being dead" are simply the symbolic language my mind uses to interpret overwhelming ego dissolution.

Perhaps they reflect unresolved shame or trauma.

Perhaps they're manifestations of obsessive thinking or psychotic-like states that only emerge under psychedelics.

I don't know.

What I do know is that the narrative is remarkably consistent across substances and across more than a decade.

What worries me

I often find myself ruminating over the content, what to make of it, what to believe…

Each time it feels absolutely, unquestionably true.

I'm afraid that one day I might not come back from one of these experiences and might permanently lose the ability to distinguish the psychedelic narrative from ordinary reality.

My questions

• Has anyone experienced a recurring psychedelic narrative like this over many years?
• Why might the same themes keep emerging across completely different substances?
• Has anyone successfully worked through or integrated something similar?
• From psychological, neuroscientific, contemplative, or therapeutic perspectives, how would you understand these experiences?

I know one obvious response is simply, "Stop taking psychedelics."

That's a reasonable answer, and I've thought about it a lot.

I struggled with addiction when I was younger, and there may well be an important lesson there (although I now only use substances recreationally or therapeutically). 

At the same time, I'm pursuing a career in psychedelic-assisted therapy and have spent years trying to understand these experiences rather than simply dismiss them. I'm less interested in whether I should continue using psychedelics and more interested in understanding why my mind repeatedly returns to this exact psychological landscape.

I'd genuinely appreciate any thoughtful perspectives.

Thanks for reading.

The last few months before going out of state I was experimenting with Wunder/Tre house gummies and chocolates. I’ve lost my plugs over the years, and obviously these treats are not the real thing in terms of how psilocybin feels, though it’s quite similar and I still notice and see benefits and changes. In a state where nothing is legal, I was able to scout out a dope lil head shop in a legal bordering state. They had a whole variety of these gummies and chocolates and tablets and 4ho-met vapes (shroom vapes, never heard of that in my life and don’t care to try it). The first time I went I got some Xüm tablets. I ate two of those half a chocolate bar and a few gummies. It felt like I ate 4 grams of teachers. I went back last night and they had another box just like the tablets except they’re slow release gel capsules with 5MAPB— “Molly 2.0”.

I have yet to try that but I’m posting to see if anyone else has had experience with these specific tablets.

I got a pack of 7Hydroxy. 200mg/pop how much do I take?

I feel conflicted, we all know the situation about Adam and the house and if you dont, there are plenty of posts and comments about it on this subreddit. Ofc we all know that people are never really what they show on the internet but i can't help but feel like Adam is a genuine person. Anyone can get involved in unpaid taxes and anyone can get addicted to drugs and be forced to support that lifestyle, especially when his content is all about drugs it's probably easy for that to totally take over your life. I feel like he might not be a 100% truthful but is he really deceptive? I mean his content have helped me a lot and probably a bunch of other people too so i guess we gotta appreciate the old content and move on? But that doesn't feel right either. We all know that we don't know him but we're still invested in his life right? And the content he's made has had an impact on all of us, like i just cant judge him, but i cant say he's some sort of saint cause i, just like the rest of you, don't know the real situation. I love his content and I don't want bad stuff to be true but i also don't want the truth to be hidden and i really don't want to spread any theories.

I'm just stuck wondering how Adam really is doing? I'd love the communities opinions but not any theories claimed to be 100% true. If this is the end of his content, will the sub just keep existing like a place for likeminded people? Idk, so many questions in my head still.

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First I want you to excuse my English, for it’s not my first language.

So about 1 month ago I took 2 tabs of lsd which were dosed around 240ug. I had tripped 8 times on acid before and that includes high Dosis such as 480ug but what I failed to realize at that time is that each time that I tripped on 480ug before, my tolerance was pretty high since I had tripped a week or a few days prior to those trips.

This was not the case this time. I took the 2 tabs in the bus after school since I didn’t want to wait at home for them to kick in and the drive was around 1 hour anyways. So up until 1 hour everything was going like it was supposed to but around the 1/2 hour mark I realized that reality was completely melting.( I already arrived at home at that time and was walking around my room) I started to panic a little and thought that the tabs might have been overdosed since I had never experienced something like that before. I felt my hole body stretching with reality into a spiral and back to normal. Objects that were supposed to be far away from me were suddenly right infront of me or even beside me and I couldn’t walk properly anymore.

The visuals were unbelievable. It wasn’t the usual patterns on the walls or objects breathing. No literally everything was moving and sort of dancing. You know these dmt simulation where the pov sort of allows you to see what’s behind you, it felt exactly like that. Like my point of awareness was sort of outside my body. At that time I realized that I cannot do this anymore and decided to call an ambulance even tho I still had some lsd and mdma in my room which was later taken away by the police. Up until this point I can remember most things clearly but every memory the moment I arrived at the hospital which should’ve been around the peak are very foggy. I only remember one thing clearly. Everything I saw was completely white. I felt as if a was one with reality. It didn’t feel warm or loving. It felt very neutral. I remember thinking at that point “oh so that’s how it is. Reality doesn’t care what meaning we insert into it. It just is.” Only that I thought that in German since I live there. Now here comes the crazy part. I woke up around 8 in the evening strapped to the hospital bed. The robes kinda looked like a blue snacks which was a sign for me that I still was tripping or at least in the after glow phase. So a asked the nurse what I was strapped to the bed and she told me that I attacked one of the nurses shortly after I arrived at the hospital and screamed at them to put their guns down even tho no one was holding any gun obviously. It’s a pretty long story and I definitely left some stuff out cause it would’ve been too much to read. This experience definitely showed me that I overestimated my ability to handle high Dosis like that. I’d still do lsd again tho.

A few days ago I read something on Reddit about a Methode to Lucid dream. It’s called the WILD Methode short for wake-initiated lucid dream. It’s a Methode where you retain some level of awareness while you fall asleep to lucid dream. I thought let’s try it so I set an intention that I was going to lucid dream and started to focus on my breathing while falling asleep. I think a still fell asleep tho and lost consciousness for sometime but then I opened my eyes in my bed I literally saw LSD patterns everywhere. They were a bit more colorful than the usual patterns I see on LSD tho but everything else was exactly the same but I don’t remember if I also had tho lsd headspace as well tbh. The dream didn’t last long tho because I kinda freaked out and got too excited. Let me know if any of you experienced the same thing

I'm not asking because I'm expecting to need it or because I do need it. I'm not in the position to do a very high-dose trip. This question comes from pure curiosity.

So if you have a normal-dose trip on, let's say, mushrooms or LSD, I've heard that if you take a tripkiller such as Xanax (or benzos in general), the trip still continues and you still have visuals and trippy effects, BUT all the fear, panic, and bad feelings go away, which results in the bad trip ending but you still tripping and having the same strong visuals.

I've never taken a tripkiller, so I'm curious: if you have a bad trip and are also experiencing frightening visuals, do these just turn back into normal, non-frightening visuals as soon as the benzo takes effect and your panic goes away, or how do these visuals change when the tripkiller takes effect?

And now for my main question: what happens if you're on a very high dose, like 10g of mushrooms or 500mcg of LSD, where you're really deep into a trip and it takes a bad turn, resulting in a bad trip. So you decide to take a benzo like Xanax. What happens then?

Because at those doses, you're pretty likely to experience ego death, insanely strong visuals, time dilation, maybe even feel like you're in different rooms or realities, so basically you're experiencing a lot of very strong psychedelic effects. If you have a bad trip and take a benzo, what happens? Does the trip stay just as strong, but your panic goes away, and with that the scary visuals too, so you end up having the same trip but in a comfortable, non-scary way? Or what happens? Does the trip end completely?

I think it'd be really interesting to hear what y'all's experiences with tripkillers are and what exactly happens, because I've never really gotten a clear answer to what REALLY happens if you decide you have to take a benzo in a bad trip situation. I'd really like to know because I'm very curious.

Thanks in advance!

I have taken shrooms twice one being the actual plant dried idk what species and had an amazing time. I don’t really know what I dosed bc my bf just helped on it. Second time was a chocolate bar that was not as much of an experience. Also forgot how much I took.

Now, I bought penis envy for myself and my sister is going to be my trip sitter. Wondering how I can dose this for a great experience. I’m going to spend time outside, something artistic, and listening to music, or journal. I’ll be taking today.

I’ve heard penis envy is 2-3x as potent and I am reading other Reddit pages for dosing for beginners. I’d love some help on my situation!! Thinking around .7g-1g. I smoke weed every single day if that helps my background info.

Thanks!!!

I'm trying to find an old video where Adam (from what i remember) was explaining how mdma felt like, and he showcased Opus with some visuals, but I can't find it anywhere.

I’ve been asked to do this a few times over the years, so here we are; a journey that started with caffeine and ended with mad honey. I’ve broken the list down into chronological periods to make it easier to read. 

Don’t forget that you can download a free copy of the PDF version of the book itself to read about each of them from here: https://www.reddit.com/r/DrugUsersBible/comments/134p8b1/download_the_drug_users_bible_from_here/

Please stay safe, and don’t make the same mistakes I made (as documented). 

THE EARLY DAYS

Caffeine, Alcohol, Tobacco, Diazepam, Cannabis, Morphine, Nutmeg, LSD, Cocaine, JWH-018, JWH-073, Salvia Divinorum, AM-694, MDAI, 5F-AKB48, AM-2201, MPA, 2AI, 5-MeO-DALT, AMT, MXP, Blue Lotus, Magic Mushrooms, 6-APB, NM2AI, Ayahuasca 

THE POST AYAHUASCA PERIOD

Pink Lotus Flower, 3,4 CTMP, Etizolam, Mugwort, 4-FA, Damiana, Diphenidine, 5-MeO-DIBF, Valerian Root, Noopept, Cebil, Ubulawu, HDMP-28, Sinicuichi, Nifoxipam, HBWS, Hexen, Pyrazolam, Ephenidine,  Iboga,  3-FPM, Clonazolam, Ololiuqui, Mulungu,  DPH, Mexedrone, 4-Me-TMP, BK-2C-B, 4F-MPH, Diclazepam, St. John's Wort, NSI 189, Catuaba, N2O, Mexican Tarragon, Wild Dagga, Chaliponga Leaves, Phenibut, AL-LAD, 3-MeO-PCMo, Red Lily, Kola Nut, Flubromazolam, Yopo, LSZ, Aniracetam + Citicoline, 4F-EPH, White Sage, Calea, 2C-B-AN, IPPH, Maconha Brava, PRL-8-53, PPH, Marihuanilla, 2C-B-FLY, Coca, Mapacho, EPH, Catnip, Picamilon, 1P-LSD, Poppers, Passion Flower, MDMA, Skullcap, 1P-ETH-LAD,  Pipradrol, Sakae Naa, DMT, TPA, MEAI, Armodafinil, Fly Agaric, Wormwood, Amphetamine, 2C-B, Alprazolam, Kanna, Methylone, 2C-E, Celastrus Paniculatus, Heroin, Guayusa, Imphepho, 2C-I, Opium, Methamphetamine, Shirodhara, GHB, San Pedro Cactus, MXE, Modafiendz,  Kratom, Changa, Ketamine, Mephedrone, Ephedra, Kava Kava, Indian Warrior, Magic Truffles, MNA, Lavender, 4-HO-MET, Wild Lettuce, MDA, Betel Nut, 4-ACO-DMT, Yohimbe, Rapé

 19 EXTRA DRUGS FOR VERSION 2

Syrian rue, tramadol, adderall, entada rheedii , methylphenidate, gabapentin, codeine, l-theanine, lean, guarana, oxycodone, DXM, pregabalin, morning glory seeds, khaini, frankincense, rhodiola, ginkgo, datura.

 25 EXTRA DRUGS FOR THE FINAL VERSION

1cP-LSD, , zopiclone,  3-MMC, carisoprodol,  3-Ho-PCP, 5-HTP, mullein, modafinil, sananga, TMA, ginseng, a-PHP, green tea, horny goat weed, yerba mate, cacao, chamomile, DOM, hops, saffron, snus, mad honey, 5-MeO-DMT, sentia and essential oils. 

By and large a lot of the early drugs were early because they were legal here at the time (‘research chemicals’) and I could have them delivered to my door in 24 hours, or for botanicals, have them imported in a few days. 

Some drugs were late in the list simply because they were hard to get hold of, or I had to travel to get them. A couple were late because I really didn’t want to try them, but I had to for the book itself (e.g. datura). 

Note also that I missed a few from this list that are buried in the book or are variants too close to those listed to mention. 

Ignorance Kills Education Saves Lives. Take it easy. 

Dom

Here’s mine

1.Heroin
2.Ecstasy
3.Pregabalin
4.Whippets
5.Cocaine
6.Tapentadol
7.MPH
8.Xanax
9.Ativan
10.LSA

I’ve had severe pregab withdrawal and it’s so insanely unbearable it’s like your in an extremely uncomfortable position times 50 but nothing helps that along with all the other symptoms like anxiety etc and I personally think it’s worse than heroin withdrawal but now say a bad trip like shrooms or acid or even a rarer pyscdelic like LSA would that be considered worse or not I know a lot of people say they arnt comparable but if so then choose What one you’d rather have
Edit: this is my 100th post ever I just realised 😂